Chapter 20 #3
He leans into me, pressing me down to the bike. The way I grind up against him, desperate for friction, draws a rough groan from his lips—right against the shell of my ear.
“Keep that up and we’re both gonna end up in the fucking dirt,” he growls, voice shredded by restraint.
“Maybe I want to end up in the dirt.” I challenge, as I grind into him again.
And then—
Riot’s voice crackles through the speaker inside my helmet, pure chaos and trouble.
“Hope you two are enjoying the foreplay. Want me to give you five? Ten? I can ride around until your legs stop shaking—just let me know when you’re done marking your territory, Reign.”
Jasper laughs, feral and hot, and I can’t help but giggle, even though my body is still burning.
Because I’m absolutely, hopelessly, deliciously ruined between them.
The wind’s still roaring in my ears as we crest the last bend before the house, gravel spitting under the tires—and that’s when I see Riot.
Parked halfway off the trail, one boot kicked up on the pedal, helmet resting on the handlebar.
His shaggy blonde hair is sweat-tousled, his shirt plastered to tattooed skin, and the smirk he’s wearing is a goddamn warning label.
His eyes drag over me as we come to a stop next to him—Jasper’s hand on my hip, my body still molded to Jasper’s lap, flushed and wrung out from adrenaline and something darker.
“If I knew you were tryna ride like that, baby…” Riot drawls, all honey and sin, “…I’d have fought harder to have you on my bike.”
He leans forward, forearms flexed, eyes locking on mine. “Could’ve had you pressed against me, moaning for all the trees to hear.”
Jasper growls under his breath, the sound vibrating through my spine.
I can’t stop the tiny whimper that slips out, and Riot just grins wider, then adds, “You two done dry humping in nature, or should I give you a head start to finish?”
I blink, scrambling for a protest. “We weren’t—!”
He cuts me off with a wink, all trouble. “Save it, Hellcat. Your thighs say otherwise.”
Jasper’s hands flex hard and claiming. “Back to the house. Now.”
Riot laughs, revving his engine, falling in behind us as Jasper guns it down the road.
By the time we pull into the garage, I’m unsteady. I barely make it off the bike before Riot’s in my space, peeling off his helmet with one hand, his eyes crawling over me, hot and possessive.
“Still feelin’ that ride, Angel?” he teases, voice low, promising a thousand filthy things.
I open my mouth to snap back, but then he’s crowding me—backing me up until my ass hits the edge of Jasper’s bike.
“You know…” Riot murmurs, fingers skating down my sides, slow and sure, “I was thinkin’ about you the whole ride back. About the way you looked with your legs wrapped around Jasper, gasping for him.”
Heat floods my cheeks, my thighs, everywhere.
He hooks his thumbs in my waistband, eyes daring me. “Take ’em off. Now.”
I glance over at Jasper. He’s silent—watching, jaw locked, fists clenched, hunger blazing in his eyes. He doesn’t stop us.
Riot drags my jeans and underwear slowly down my legs, making a show of it. He lifts me onto the seat, pushing my back down towards the handlebars. Then he spreads my legs wide and drops to his knees in front of me.
“Oh, fuck…” I whisper before his mouth is even on me. His tongue flicks my clit, slow at first, then faster. I grab the handlebars behind me, desperate for something to hold on to.
He groans like he’s starving, like the taste of me is the only thing that’s ever satisfied him. I’m already panting, head tipping back, when I feel another presence—closer now.
Jasper steps in, stalking forward, eyes locked on where Riot’s mouth is wrecking me. He kneels beside Riot, hands sliding up my thighs, and presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, then higher.
Riot glances up, mouth glistening. “I’m not stopping, Reign. So either deal with it… or help.”
A pause—electric, charged.
“Guess we’re both hungry tonight,” he says.
Jasper’s lips trail up my thigh, biting softly, while Riot devours me, tongue relentless. Jasper’s fingers slide inside—one, then two, curling, finding every spot that makes me writhe.
Riot pulls back just enough to murmur, “Bet she tastes even sweeter when she’s got all our attention.”
Jasper licks right over where Riot just was, slow and taunting. “You were right.”
Their tongues take turns teasing my clit—alternating, syncing, never letting me catch my breath. Jasper’s fingers thrust harder, deeper, curling inside me while Riot licks me until I’m nothing but nerve endings and want, my cries echoing off the garage walls.
I can’t even speak. I’m completely gone. Being held open and devoured—made into something holy under both of their mouths and hands, the world blurring to nothing but heat and the way they worship me.
When I think I can’t take it—just when I’m about to break apart completely—Jasper leans up, voice like a dark promise. “Let go, baby. Show us how you love being shared.”
I explode—screaming, clawing at the metal of the bike, thighs clamping desperately around their heads as I cum harder than I ever thought possible. Because of both of them. Jasper’s voice, Riot’s mouth dragging me over the edge, together.
And they don’t stop.
They keep going until I’m a whimpering mess, collapsing boneless against the warm bike, every inch of my skin electrified. Their mouths kiss my thighs, their whispers paint me in worship and praise—dirty, reverent, wrecking me with words alone.
“Good fucking girl,” Jasper murmurs, his lips brushing my hip.
Riot grins up at me, pupils blown, licking his lips like he can’t get enough. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Can’t wait for round two, sin.”
My body is trembling, useless. Jasper’s fingers trace lazy circles along the inside of my thigh, possessive. Riot presses one last kiss just above my knee—slow, claiming—like a brand.
Neither of them moves. Not for a long, dizzy second.
Jasper finally stands, towering over me, jaw set and eyes dark. His knuckles brush over my flushed cheek, his voice rough silk.
“This wasn’t a release, Trouble. This was a warning.”
My lips part, but I’m too dazed to reply.
Riot stands too, looming over me with that smirk that promises chaos.
He braces his hands on either side of the bike, caging me in.
“You think we’re done with you?” His voice drops—danger and worship all at once.
“Baby, that was us letting off just enough steam so we don’t rip each other apart over you. ”
“Wh—What?” I say, thinking I didn’t hear them right since my ears are ringing.
He bites my bottom lip, just hard enough to sting, then soothes it with his tongue. “We’re far from finished.”
Jasper leans in, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Catch your breath. You’re gonna need it.”
Then they step back in perfect sync, as if they had choreographed this. They want me to feel the ache, the emptiness, the anticipation building in my veins.
I slip off the bike, my legs shaking so badly that I have to clutch the handlebars for balance.
My hands are shaking as I drag my jeans back on, still trembling from what they just did to me.
I stumble out of the garage, escaping before either of them can make good on their threats to finish what they started.
I find Macee in the lounge, sprawled out with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and her phone, like she’s been waiting for the carnage. She looks up, takes one long look at me—flushed, out of breath, legs barely working—and giggles, pure mischief sparkling in her eyes.
“Well,” she drawls. “Either you ran a marathon… or you just had the kind of threesome I only see in the filthiest corners of Kindle Unlimited.”
I collapse beside her, head thudding against her shoulder, still trembling. I can barely form words.
“Neither,” I manage, voice wrecked. “But they said they’re not done with me.”
Macee eyes me up and down, then scoops another mountain of ice cream into her mouth while passing me the tub. She waits exactly three seconds before unleashing the questions.
“So… was it like a real threesome or just—ya know—two rockstars playing tag on your clit?”
I choke on the ice cream, coughing and spluttering.
She grins wider. “C’mon. Details. Did they, like, take turns or were you just… sandwiched between them, worshipped like the dark romance queen you are?”
“Macee—” I groan, dragging a pillow over my face.
She yanks it away. “Nope. You don’t get to hide. Did they make eye contact? You know. Eye contact, eye contact. Was it like, ‘Bro, let’s ruin her together,’ or more, ‘You touch her, I’ll break your fingers?’”
She leans closer, stage-whispering, “Did anyone… finish somewhere not G-rated?”
I shoot her a look, scandalized and dying inside. I mumble something mostly under my breath about what happened.
Her eyes widen. “OH MY GOD, Sawyer—did you make them fight over who got to eat you out first? Because honestly, I would have bet money on Jasper being the more possessive one, but I’m thinking Riot’s got that ‘starve then feast’ energy.”
“Stop,” I laugh, blushing so hard my ears burn. “I’m pretty sure my soul left my body. I don’t even remember half of it.”
She grins like a demon, waving the spoon. “Oh, you will. That kind of thing rewires your brain, babe. You’ll be making accidental sex noises at brunch for weeks.”
I bury my face in her shoulder. “Please, please tell me you’re going to make this less mortifying?”
She hugs me, softening for just a second. “Absolutely not. I’m living for this drama. Also, I need to know… was it as hot as all those books you made me read?”
I groan again, thinking of all the smut I made her read.
But when I finally look up, I’m grinning. And Macee? She raises her spoon in salute.
She grins, handing me the tub of ice cream. “I’d say Godspeed… but I don’t think even He could help you now.”