Chapter 26
Willow
She wriggled under Ryker as he flipped her onto her back and pinned her wrists. Willow tossed her head side to side in frustration. “Let me go!”
“No, Willow,” he growled, his chest pressing against her as he struggled to catch his breath. His messy blond hair had fallen into his face, making him look more wild. “It’s all been fake, huh? All of this?”
The hurt in his voice cracked something deep, and the look in his light eyes turned her body limp in his grasp.
“No…” she managed to say.
Footsteps approached from the right, and a glance revealed Ezra’s boots.
“Then what the fuck?” Ryker’s grip tightened momentarily.
“I think it’s time everyone came clean,” Ezra said smoothly as he squatted down. “You go first, sweetheart. Why isn’t Ry surprised by you trying to steal my van? I thought we were all having fun.”
She clamped her eyes shut, trying to avoid their scrutinizing stares. The ground was cold and damp, seeping into her clothes she’d just washed. There wasn’t much she could do now.
“I tried to play you two so I could get the keys and escape.” She took a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry.”
“So it was all nothing,” Ezra said, prompting Ryker to clench his jaw.
Willow groaned. “No. It was so much not ‘all nothing’ that I fucked up big.”
“And how’s that?” Ryker asked, tension in every syllable. The position they were in and her thin pajama pants were making her all too aware of his erection pressing against her. There was something strangely thrilling about the way they’d hunted her down.
She didn’t want to say the words. It was stupid. Stupid and crazy.
Ezra reached down and pinched her chin. He tipped her head so she was looking at him. “Talk.”
“I just… I like both of you, okay? At first, I didn’t trust that you two would actually let me go, so I tried to get your guard down to take the keys.
The bridge might be blocked, but there would still be help somewhere.
” She looked into Ryker’s hard blue eyes.
“Obviously, my plan got out of control.”
“Why run now?” Ryker asked, his tone softening. “What happened? You’ve been acting weird all morning.”
Could she tell them everything yet? Would it make their opinion of her worse after all the crap she’d pulled?
“I just don’t like yelling.” This was a safer answer. “And when you started arguing about me, I snapped.”
“Willow. Listen very carefully,” Ezra said, tracing her throat delicately with the tip of his finger. “We are not going to hurt you.”
Heat spread through her body at the touch of both of them, and she found herself now shifting to get friction between her legs.
Ryker noticed. Of course he did. The corner of his mouth curved up. “Hurt? No. But I do want to punish her.” He rocked against her thigh. “Are you a cock-starved little tease? Do you need two dicks to be happy?
Her breath caught. This was not how she expected this to go.
Ezra clutched her chin. “Who do you want more?”
“Shut up.” She struggled against Ryker’s hold, but he kept her pinned.
“No, no, pretty girl.” He snapped his teeth against her jaw. “You aren’t running from us again.”
Ryker hooked his thumb into her mouth to part her lips. “Do you want us to fuck you right here?”
Willow bit down, eliciting a groan from him as he pushed himself up. “I think that’s a yes.”
Ezra’s hand slowly glided down her throat, briefly pausing to apply pressure. How was that not terrifying? How was it turning her on even more?
Willow arched up as his fingers dipped below her coat and then the neckline of her shirt. His large hand cupped her breast over her bra and squeezed.
“You aren’t mad?” she moaned.
The furrow in Ryker’s brow said he was still upset, but she couldn’t miss the way those eyes heated as they scanned her. “Unzip her coat so we can see our girl.”
Ryker kept her wrists pinned as Ezra did as instructed. His hand lifted the hem of her shirt and yanked her bra up to expose her to them. She’d already done so much, but they hadn’t really seen her body. Her nipples hardened in the cool air.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Ezra groaned as he trailed the pads of his fingers across her skin to tease the stiff peaks. “Do you like these things?” He gently prodded the barbell.
“Yes. They make everything more sensitive.” The cold was gradually losing importance in her mind as she melted into them. She ground herself against Ryker, needing to sate that need building between her legs.
He responded with slow thrusts against her thigh. “You’re killing me, Willow.” He released her hands and sat back on his heels, leaving her on the ground with Ezra’s hand still exploring.
“Fuck her mouth, Ez,” he said, palming the bulge in his pants. “She can’t lie to us if her mouth is full.”
It was like they’d switched roles. Ezra was the one who called the shots in everything else, but here, with her, Ryker was in charge.
Before she could blink, Ezra’s cock was prodding her lips, dipping into her mouth with languid thrusts. She glanced at Ryker, who had now released himself and was stroking his thick shaft.
Holy shit, she hadn’t actually seen it yet. Ezra was already more than she was used to, but Ryker was even bigger.
Ezra must have had the same idea. “The fuck, Ry? Get her pants off and fuck her, or I will.”
Lust and a deeper feeling stirred inside her chest. She liked it when they talked like this—like she was their plaything.
“I can wait,” he replied with a tilt of his head while his hand glided along his cock. “I fucked her last night.”
Willow caught Ezra’s gaze just then, and he pushed forward until he hit the back of her throat.
“You really are trouble.” His fingers tangled in her hair to hold her head in place while he found a steady rhythm.
It wasn’t enough to make it difficult to breathe, but she could feel the frustration in his movements.
Ryker let out a sharp gasp, still gripping his cock. “Okay, man. Get over here and fuck her. I want her dripping.”
Oh God. The ache in her core only grew with his words. She hoped they wouldn’t keep her from coming. Ryker had withheld it until she gave him the answers he wanted.
Ezra pulled out of her mouth and bent to kiss her. His tongue glided against hers, stoking that desperation inside. He shifted down until he’d switched places with Ryker.
“I want to taste her first,” Ezra said, clutching her waistband. She let out a small sound, almost like a whimper, as she tried to shift away.
This sent them both on alert.
“Willow,” Ryker said softly while running his fingers through her hair, “talk to us.”
She couldn’t say nothing, but she didn’t want to admit it. If she wanted to be with them, then of course, they would eventually see everything.
The words wouldn’t come; she couldn’t tell the truth again. The truth only caused pain. It had never been a problem with previous hookups to say it was a car wreck. With those guys, there were no real feelings. Billy was a secret she kept locked away with ease.
But not with these two. They had found their way under her skin.
Ezra’s fingers teased around her hips. “If you fucked her, then why—”
Finally, she spoke. “Just do it.” That was all she could manage for now. Maybe explaining after the fact would be easier.
Ezra didn’t need any convincing as he tugged them down, both of their eyes devouring every exposed inch.
There was a pause, an agonizing gap as they took in what she’d been hiding from them. Numerous scars across her hip where her flesh had been pierced by metal on that horrible day. The intricate tattoos covered some, but not all.
The last guy she’d tried to hook up with had been horrified and was careful to the point of boredom.
She’d tried to tell him he didn’t have to be so gentle, but the result wasn’t what she wanted.
She should count her blessings, at least she hadn’t found another Billy.
That asshole would’ve found a way to make her feel like shit about it and convince her she was lucky anyone would so much as look at her.
Ezra’s grip tightened, and he positioned himself low to the ground, settling his head between her thighs.
“Willow,” he started, voice thick. “You are going to tell us who the fuck did this.” He pulled her toward his face and offered light flicks on the tiny ring in her clit. “Right after you come on my tongue.”
He clutched her thighs to anchor her in place as his tongue worked her. Ryker pushed into her mouth, each deep gasp that emanated adding to that building release.
Fuck. Fuck… they are so perfect.
With both of their attention, every bit of discomfort from the hard, damp ground was forgotten. All that mattered was them.
Ryker let out a rough sound as his hips jerked. “You better drench his face, pretty girl. I want to feel you come with those sweet lips wrapped around my dick.”
She moaned as Ezra slid two fingers inside her, scissoring them as he sucked on her clit. That building tension was so close to snapping.
“Come for us, baby,” Ryker commanded.
It was like her release had been waiting for his permission. Ryker stopped thrusting into her mouth to feel her whimpering around him. Her hips bucked in Ezra’s grasp as he held her against his face, still fucking her with his fingers through the orgasm.
Finally, Ezra let up as the high faded into a haze of contentment.
But they weren’t done with her.