Chapter 39
Willow
They were taking too long. Willow checked her phone more than a few times, but didn’t want to send them a text or call, just in case they were sneaking around. That would be her luck, getting them caught with an ill-timed phone call.
She stood and paced the living room again as Stahma watched from Landon’s lap. He wouldn’t go back to his hotel until they showed up because he didn’t want her to go out to find them. She wasn’t that stupid. Plus, the river was huge. How would she know where they would be dumping the body anyway?
“You need to chill,” Landon chided as he flipped through her streaming services. The last episode of his anime show had ended, so he was on the hunt for something else.
“I’m trying.” She gnawed on her lip. “How long does it take to clean up and ditch a body?”
Landon scoffed. “How the fuck would I know?”
“Don’t you think three hours is a long time?”
He rolled his eyes as he hit the start button on some movie—it looked like a comedy. “I don’t know. You can ask your murder boyfriends when they get here.”
“If they get here,” she muttered.
“Go get a glass of wine or something and then come back here to watch this movie.” He patted Stahma’s head. “And then maybe your cat will leave me alone.”
With the way she stared up at him, purrs rumbling as she nudged his hand with her nose, that wasn’t likely to happen. She was loving all of the extra attention. Even if it was forced.
She would love living with the three of us.
Oh, that was something to consider for the future—if they had one. Living in a place together would be interesting. Would she hate living with two guys? Only one could be enough of a challenge.
She shook off the thoughts that were piling in way too soon. Her ‘murder boyfriends’ were still MIA.
Willow shuffled into the kitchen and heard Stahma hop down with a soft thump to follow. “I’m not getting treats. Well, not for you anyway.”
Her cat meowed and wove between her feet as she filled a glass with wine. “You want anything?” she called out.
“I’m good. Thanks.”
Stahma let out a more outraged meow.
“Okay, fine!” Willow replied and retrieved the bag of treats. She laid out a couple on the floor and took her glass back to the living room.
She flopped onto the couch and took a long sip before letting herself become absorbed in the movie.
“It’ll be okay, Crytpy,” her friend said gently.
It was odd to hear the nickname in person. She couldn’t help but smile a little. “You’re probably right.” After another sip, she continued, “It sucks not knowing.”
“I know.”
Willow set her glass on the end table and curled up with one of the oversized throw pillows. The wine was warming her insides and making her eyelids droop. Maybe she could rest for a minute.
***
Her eyes shot open with the knock at the door. They were here.
She bolted up off the couch and nearly tripped over the blanket that had been draped around her. Ezra and Ryker were coming through the door.
Willow rushed them, unsure of who to tackle first, and ended up making both of them stumble from the impact.
“Damn, baby girl,” Ezra said, pulling her in for a kiss. “We said we’d be here.”
She stood on her tiptoes, desperately pressing her lips to his, unable to get enough.
“Guess I’ll uh… head out,” Landon said.
Regretfully, she unlatched from Ezra’s face to focus on her friend, who had kept her company all evening. Well, it was more like babysitting on his part.
“Don’t leave town without coming to K-Shop with me again,” she said.
Ryker’s face lit up, and Ezra practically groaned. “Fuck, I’m even more outnumbered.”
Landon nodded. “We’ll meet up. You… have fun.” He cleared his throat, cheeks red, and offered her a salute before vanishing into the hallway.
That left her with her two crazy men. She was practically giddy at having them together here and with no interruptions.
Meow.
“Cat stays out,” Ezra said, voice husky as he lifted Willow up and slung her over his shoulder. She let out a small yelp of surprise and watched as Stahma tried to follow them to her bedroom, but Ryker promptly closed the door before she could enter.
“Sorry, kitty.” He chuckled and quickly began to undo his belt. “You don’t want to see what we’re about to do.”
Ezra dropped her on the bed, then tore her shirt trying to get it off.
“I liked that shirt,” she said indignantly, but underneath, she was humming with excitement.
“I’ll get you a new one. Same with these.” He yanked her pants down. The sound of her underwear tearing was only punctuated by the moan of anticipation that escaped her.
Completely bare, they dragged their strong hands along her body, kneading and fondling every exposed bit of her flesh. Ezra toyed with one of her nipple piercings, and she whimpered. She was probably soaked already.
“Fuck, I missed you, pretty girl.” Ryker’s fingers dipped between her legs, circling her clit. He let out an amused breath. “I like that you come with these fun accessories.”
Her back arched as he teased her pussy, drawing out her arousal and spreading it along her slit. “I missed you both so much. Please…”
“Please what, sweetheart?” Ezra murmured as he bent down, resting a knee on the bed. His mouth grazed her cheek.
“Get your clothes off. I’ve barely seen you two naked.”
Ryker moved first, stripping off his coat and then his shirt.
She finally got a chance to see the full tattoo—a large orange and red phoenix that started from his left hip, wrapped around his chiseled stomach, and continued on his back.
The ink on his shoulders and neck was loose feathers.
His arms had various smaller tattoos she would have to explore later.
The corner of his mouth curved up. “Like it?”
“It’s hot as fuck,” she replied. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with a harsh kiss. To her side, she could hear Ezra undressing as well.
Willow broke free so she could watch. He was slightly more bulky, but just as toned. A few tattoos covered his arms, and one was on his chest—another snake to match the one on his hand.
“Mine aren’t as pretty,” he said, gesturing toward Ryker.
“Still just as hot,” she replied as he tilted her chin up to kiss her.
“What do you want now, Willow?” Ez whispered against her lips.
“Fuck me.”
Ryker slid two fingers into her and scissored them. “So fucking tight. Sure you’re ready?”
“I told you to wreck me,” she moaned. “I want it to hurt.”
That got her a dark chuckle from Ezra, who started toying with her breasts again.
“Our girl knows what she wants.” He pulled her toward him and flipped her over so her head was level with the bulge in his pants.
He unzipped, and she watched, mouth watering as his throbbing dick sprang free.
“Open up, sweetheart. Ry did most of the dirty work tonight, so he can fill your pretty cunt first.”
She eagerly took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the tip and feeling a thrill with each groan and flex of his hand in her hair. The bed dipped behind her as Ryker prodded her pussy with his length, teasing her piercing and making her more impatient.
As he eased in, she moaned against Ezra’s cock and bounced with each thrust.
“Fuck her harder,” he said, breathless. “I want her to choke on it.”
Ryker clutched her hips and drove into her, the force making her see stars as she struggled to fit Ezra in her mouth.
A tight coil of heat was building in her core.
As if he knew exactly what she needed, Ryker reached around and found her clit with the pads of his fingers.
“I can’t wait to feel you come all over me. ”
She spread her legs a little wider, giving him an even deeper angle that would leave her gasping if her mouth wasn’t occupied. Ryker moaned behind her, his hips slapping against her ass. “Perfect little plaything.”
“And she’s ours,” Ezra agreed, running his fingers through her hair before adjusting his position to allow her to breathe easier. “I think our toy is aching to come.”
Their unrelenting motions already had her on the edge, but the praises they murmured over her pushed her right over. The orgasm hit her like a truck, coursing through every nerve and making her entire body shake against them.
“Good fucking girl,” Ryker groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Fuck. Fuck…” He buried himself inside her and stilled, riding out his release buried in her pussy. Every pulse of his cock sent new waves of pleasure through her.
Ezra abruptly pulled out of her mouth and yanked her forward, slipping Ryker’s cock free and sending cum down her thigh. He settled on his back and urged her to straddle him. Once where he wanted, he slammed into her with a brutal upward thrust.
“Fuck…” she whimpered. It was harsh but felt so good.
He clutched her hair to bring her down and bit her bottom lip. “You need to come again, don’t you?”
It was true, she wanted more. “Yes… please… in the drawer.”
Ryker searched through her small collection of toys. “Oh, what’s this?” He withdrew her butt plug, lube, and a vibrator. “You really were made for taking two cocks, baby girl.”
Ezra kissed her again. “You want me to fuck you with that toy in your ass?”
She hadn’t expected Ryker to pick it out, but now she was even more excited. Maybe there was some cosmic force at play that was preparing her for them.
“Yes,” she moaned, still aching for another orgasm as Ezra’s thrusts slowed while they talked about what they were going to do.
Ryker spread lube over the toy while Ezra clutched her against his chest. Ryker slid the tip over her hole, testing and teasing. “We’re gonna train you to take us at the same time.”
She groaned as the tip entered her. “You need all your holes filled, don’t you?” Ez rasped into her hair.
“Mhmm.” It was all she could say as he worked it all the way to the base.
“So fucking hot,” Ryker murmured.
The sensation of Ezra’s cock and the plug was almost overwhelming—like she was impossibly full.
Ezra let her sit up, and she rocked her hips, adjusting to the new sensations. She’d only used the toy for masturbating and had never used another in her pussy at the same time.
She clawed at his chest as he pressed the vibrator to her clit. The overstimulation was going to drive her crazy, but she was already so close again.
“Oh fuck…” It was too much.
“Come, Willow,” Ezra grunted. “Mark me up and choke my cock.”
The orgasm rippled through her, making her nearly scream. “Fuck! Fuck!” Every touch felt like lightning under her skin. She dug her nails into him in an attempt to hold onto something.
Ezra bottomed out, dropping the vibrator so he could grab her hips and grind his pelvis against her. He tossed his head back, riding out his release with a loud moan.
Catching their breath, her two “murder boyfriends” worked together to clean up. Her whole body felt wobbly, like she could crash any second.
By the time they settled in on either side of her, she was already half-asleep and perfectly content.