Chapter Fifteen
Harley
W hen we get home, it’s almost one in the morning, so we don’t see anyone as we head inside. Before I can walk up the stairs, Cade stops me by pulling me against his chest. He leans down and kisses me softly and slowly like he wants to consume me. His hands slide up my back until he is cradling the back of my head, where his fingers flex in my hair.
He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. “Go with Ryker and Grayson tonight, baby girl,” he says huskily.
My brows lower in confusion, but Cade merely kisses my forehead and lets go of me to walk around me to head upstairs. Ryker doesn’t give me a chance to overthink anything before he grips my hand and pulls me with him through the club and out the back door towards Gabe’s house.
Once we get inside the room Gabe has set up for me here, Grayson sits on the edge of the bed while Ryker walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
“Nothing happens unless you want it to,” he says against my neck. “We can just change and get in bed and watch a movie if you want.”
Goosebumps rise on my arms, and I let my eyes fall shut, tilting my head back against Ryker’s shoulder. I know what I want, and I’m not going to let my nerves get in the way of anything tonight.
“I want you,” I whisper. Opening my eyes, I peer down at Grayson, who is still sitting on my bed watching us, his eyes dilated. “I want both of you.”
Ryker inhales sharply and runs his hands up and down my sides as he pulls away from my neck. “Grayson?”
Grayson’s eyes dart up to meet Ryker’s, and a flush works its way up his neck. “I’ve never—I haven’t—I want to. I want Harley. I want… I want this, the three of us,” he stammers.
Ryker’s hands work their way to my back, and he steps away from me just enough so that he can loosen the back of my dress. His fingers run tentatively up my back toward the straps on my shoulders.
“Should we show Gray how fucking beautiful you are?” Ryker asks huskily.
I nod slowly, locking eyes with Grayson as Ryker slides the straps of my dress down my arms and exposes me to both of them.
Once he gets the dress down to my ankles, he is squatting behind me and helps me step out of it before undoing my short heels and pulling them off my feet. When he stands back up, he presses up against my back.
I feel vulnerable standing here in only lacy panties. But with the way Grayson is constantly looking me over and Ryker can’t take his hands off me, it makes me feel wanted. Seen. Powerful.
Ryker presses his lips to my ear and whispers, “Tell Gray to take his clothes off. Tell him you want to see him, too.” I suck in a sharp breath as Ryker’s hands move up my stomach and cup my breasts in his hands, gently massaging my nipples.
“Grayson, take off your clothes.” The words fall from my lips hesitantly, but I never pull my eyes away from his.
Grayson immediately undoes his tie and pulls it off, then he starts to unbutton his shirt as he stands up in front of me. When he gets it all the way off, he opens his pants and kicks them along with his shoes and socks to the side, so he is standing in front of me in just boxers.
He looks fucking delicious, and I want to touch every part of him.
“Sit on the bed with your back against the headboard,” Ryker says to Grayson, who doesn’t hesitate to do it—trusting Ryker implicitly.
Grayson’s cock is straining against his boxers, and I can’t seem to pull my eyes away, wanting to see it, touch it. Ryker sucks the skin where my neck and shoulder meet, and I gasp softly, my thighs clenching together.
“Straddle him, babe,” he says, his voice a caress against my skin.
Ryker taking control and guiding us along feels so fucking natural that I move without thought and climb onto the bed, tossing my leg over Grayson so my knees are on either side of him.
I can feel his cock against my center, and for once I despise the panties and boxers we are wearing. I’d much rather be feeling him.
“Hi.” I say as I feel the heat rising up my neck and to my cheeks.
He smiles shyly back. “Hi.”
Grayson gently pushes my hair behind my ears and then cups my cheeks, pulling me down towards him and kissing me. I can hear the sound of Ryker shedding his clothes next to the bed as he mutters, “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Smiling against Grayson’s lips, he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and tangles our tongues together. I gasp and find myself moving against him, needing friction, wanting more .
When Grayson pulls back slightly, I feel dazed and have to take deep breaths. Especially as a very hard, very naked body pushes against my back and arms wrap around me, running up and down my stomach but never touching me where I want him to.
Letting out a small huff of annoyance, Ryker chuckles. “Need something, babe?”
Nodding rapidly, I grip his wrist and lower it to the edge of my panties. He slowly pushes his fingers under the waistband, and when he feels how fucking soaked I am, he groans against my neck.
“Fuck me.” His breath on my skin raises goosebumps along my arms.
I jolt against him when his finger makes soft circles on my clit, and then he slowly moves farther down and pushes a single finger in me. It’s not the first time he’s done it, but not being used to the feeling I shudder and try to squeeze my legs together, which is futile.
Grayson pulls his eyes away from watching where Ryker’s hand disappeared within my panties, and he leans forward to hesitantly lick around my nipple. When I let out an embarrassingly loud moan and grip the back of Grayson’s hair, he gains more confidence and wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking gently before running his tongue around it.
As Grayson switches back and forth between my breasts, Ryker pushes two more fingers into me, pumping them faster and faster as his palm rubs against my clit.
My body shakes as my mouth pops open, my head falling back against Ryker’s shoulder as the euphoric feeling of an orgasm hits me and it feels like my entire body lights up like a fucking Christmas tree.
When I come down from the high, I slump back against Ryker, who pulls his fingers from my panties, holding them up in front of my face and showing how fucking soaked they are. I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but that quickly changes when Ryker moves his fingers towards Grayson’s mouth, running them across his lips and then pushing them in when Grayson opens for him.
He sucks and licks his fingers clean, and Ryker groans while pushing up against me, his hard cock resting in between my ass cheeks. When Ryker pulls his fingers from Grayson’s mouth, my pussy clenches around nothing; I want to beg one of them to fuck me already, but no words come out when I open my mouth.
Ryker wraps his hand around the front of my throat, pulling my head back against his shoulder as he looks down at me. “Do you want more, Harley?”
My head is nodding as much as it can in his grip before he even finishes asking. Chuckling darkly, he tilts my head farther so he can lean forward and kiss me until all I can feel is him.
Gasping for air, I pull away slightly, and my voice is unrecognizable to myself as I demand, “More.”
Biting my jaw and then licking away the sting, Ryker orders, “Take Gray’s cock out then.”
As I look forward at Gray, whose face is flushed, he gently squeezes my thighs and then raises a brow when I don’t move. Taking a deep breath, I attempt to push my nerves away and reach down, gripping his boxers and yanking them down his thighs while he lifts up enough for me to pull them down slightly.
His cock bounces against his stomach, and my greedy ass pussy clenches around nothing again, completely soaking my panties.
Ryker moves away before coming right back, and I feel something cool against my hip. When I glance down, I find Ry holding one of his switchblades. Before I can yell at him not to ruin my panties, he slices one side and then does the other before yanking them off.
I turn back to him with narrowed eyes. “Asshole. I liked those,” I mutter sourly.
Ryker just chuckles and shoots forward, biting my bottom lip hard before pushing me to face Grayson again. “Do you want Grayson’s cock, Harley? Do you want to feel his cock slide into your little pussy? He’ll be your first, and you’ll get to be his first.” He takes a deep breath and then keeps talking, “Want to take our girl’s virginity? Want to feel how tight she is while she squeezes the life out of you?”
Grayson groans and drops his head back against the headboard. “Yes.”
A thought randomly occurs to me. “Wait!” I shout, my stomach curling with dread. They both freeze. “Is Gabe here?”
Ryker lets out a loud groan. “Not the fucking time to bring him up, babe. But no. He is at the club in his room there. We’re here alone.”
Thank God. Thoughts of Gabe hearing us disappear from my mind when Ryker’s hand appears in front of me, holding out a condom to Grayson, who takes it with a beet red face and puts it on.
Should watching him put a condom on turn me on even more? I bite my lip.
Grayson hesitates once he’s done and glances past my shoulder at Ryker, who reaches around me and takes Grayson’s cock in his hand. Grayson whimpers and his eyes shoot down to watch Ryker.
Ry pushes me forward until I rise up, so Grayson is lined up with my entrance. Ryker, who is still holding Grayson’s cock, rubs it against my pussy lips, soaking it. Grayson and I both moan softly.
“Take him, Harley. Take his cock into your tight little pussy,” Ryker purrs.
I grip Grayson’s shoulders and stare into his green eyes while slowly lowering myself onto him. A quiet whimper comes out of me as everything becomes overwhelming and my pussy slowly takes his cock.
Ryker releases Grayson and places two fingers against my clit, moving them in circles. “Good girl, Harley. Keep going. You can take all of him,” he murmurs in my ear.
Grayson bites his lip and runs his hands up my thighs until he is gripping my hips. I give him a small nod, and he slowly thrusts up while gently pushing me down until I am fully seated on him. My eyes water slightly, but the pain only lasts a few seconds before new sensations hit me when I feel Grayson twitch inside of me.
As I grin at him, he lets out a small laugh. Ryker grips the front of my neck, licking his lips. “Ride him, babe.”
Grayson
“Ride him, babe,” Ryker says huskily, causing the hairs on my arms to rise.
I suck in a breath and glance at Harley as she gently rocks her hips, sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My hands clench where they rest on her hips as I groan.
“How does our girl feel, Grayson?” Ryker asks, amusement clear in his tone, but when I open my eyes and look at him, I can see the lust shining in his dilated pupils as he watches Harley and me.
My mouth goes dry, thinking of how I could’ve cum on the spot when Ryker gripped my cock. It took everything in me to not explode. Then he guided Harley to take me, and I’ve had to put 110% into not finishing before we’ve even started.
Now, Ryker’s words are really not helping me.
I clear my throat. “She is warm and tight. Squeezing me so hard I don’t think I’m going to last,” I grunt, glancing at the smug look on Harley’s face.
She stops rocking her hips and rises slightly before slowly sinking back down, making both of us moan.
I’ve never felt anything like this, and as Harley begins to bounce faster, I thrust my hips up to meet her. All the blood has shot straight to my cock, making me slightly light-headed. Ryker has leaned back to rest on his knees and is watching us closely, his eyes jumping all over us as he bites his bottom lip.
Running one of my hands up her side and to the back of her neck, I pull Harley down towards me and kiss her. Her mouth opens on a moan, and I take the opportunity to push my tongue into her mouth while drawing my hands to her back and pulling her even harder against me.
I want to feel every part of her against me. I want to feel her for days after this. I never want to not know how her naked body feels against mine, or how her pussy clenches around my cock.
Groaning loudly against her mouth, feeling myself reach the edge of that euphoric cliff, I say, “I’m not going to last.”
Harley jolts against me and bites down on her lip when a hand snakes between us. “Well then we better make Harley come. Come on, little flame. Come for us,” Ryker says as he bites down on her neck while I thrust up into her harder.
She drops her forehead against my shoulder and lets out a small squeal as her body jerks between us and her pussy clenches so hard on my cock I can’t hold back any longer and I bury my face against the side of Harley’s head, moaning as I feel my cum filling the condom.
My entire body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible, and I never want it to end. I want to feel Harley this close to me for the rest of my life.
Harley mumbles, “Fuck,” against my shoulder as we both breathe heavily, a light sheen of sweat making us slightly sticky.
Ryker chuckles and pulls Harley so she is sitting up, still impaled on my softening cock. Wrapping his hand around the front of her neck, he pulls her head back so he can put his lips against her ear.
Shooting me a wink, he asks, “Can you handle more, babe? Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she all but moans. “Yes, yes, yes. I want you too.” Her voice is breathy as her eyes stay half-lidded and her face has a beautiful flush to it.
Ryker’s grin grows impossibly larger as he grips her hips and gently pulls her off me, making both of us groan softly. He tosses her down onto the bed next to me and climbs over her, nudging her legs apart so he can fit between them. Leaning over her, he attacks her mouth with his own, making her back arch as she rubs against him.
Lying next to them, I’m unable to move, to breathe, to even take my eyes off their bodies as they mold into one being. Ryker eventually slows his movements, peppering her face and neck with kisses as his hand snakes down between them to rub her clit.
“Fuck,” Harley moans, jolting against him.
Ryker chuckles softly. “Feeling sensitive?”
Groaning, Harley glances at me before looking back at Ryker and shaking her head. “Not enough to stop.”
Smirking, Ryker rises to his knees in between her legs. “You are going to regret that tomorrow.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Ryker,” Harley growls, attempting to wrap her legs around his waist.
“Yes, ma’am,” Ryker says and then slams into her in one hard thrust.
Harley lets out a hoarse scream, and one hand clenches in Ry’s hair at the back of his head while the other shoots out to the side, gripping my arm.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, babe. Taking us like the queen you are,” Ryker moans as he continues to thrust in and out, not giving her a break. My eyes become transfixed on his cock as it moves in and out of her.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and I find myself curious and perhaps even slightly jealous. I want to feel his cock; I want to feel both of them together.
Time passes as my eyes stay locked on where they are connected while Ryker continues to praise Harley and she seems lost in a euphoric state, not even able to speak as she gasps and moans.
“Fuck. I can’t last any longer with how fucking tight your pussy is. Gray, make our girl come,” Ryker huffs.
Sucking in a breath, I roll onto my side and reach across with the arm Harley isn’t gripping and let my fingers work their way down to her swollen clit, rubbing it in circles, making both of them moan loudly.
Glancing up at her face, I lean forward and take her nipple into my mouth, grazing my teeth over it right as Harley’s entire body tenses and her hand shoots from my arm to my hair, gripping hard as she screams out her release.
Ryker grunts, and his thrusts become sloppy as he chants, “Fuck,” over and over again while coming into the condom. Once they are both spent, he flops down on top of her, while still staying inside her.
I rest my forehead against her shoulder, and the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing before Harley starts giggling. We both raise our heads to look at her, and she covers her face, her giggles turning into full on laughter.
“Should I be concerned that you are laughing while my dick is still inside you?” Ryker questions, tilting his head at her, even as he smiles watching her laugh.
She shakes her head and uncovers her face, glancing between us. “No, no. I just—I think you broke me because I couldn’t fucking think that entire time, and I just had a thought that I should’ve jumped you when I met you because I could’ve used this blissfully blank mind back then.” She shakes her head at herself, grinning. “A weird thought.”
“Not a weird thought,” I murmur, running a hand through her messy hair. “Not at all.”
Ryker sits up and slowly pulls out of Harley, making her wince as her face scrunches up with discomfort. Ry just laughs as he stands up next to the bed, but before he can say anything, Harley growls, “Shut up!”
Laughing, Harley and I get up after Ry and follow him into the bathroom across the hall to get cleaned up.
Staring at my naked, perfect girlfriend, I feel content and sated, but there is also this deep longing somewhere inside of me as I crave Ryker as much as I do Harley. It’s a selfish thought.
Harley
After we all shower and get cleaned up, we climb back into the bed naked. Ryker wraps himself around me from behind while I lay on my side facing Grayson. He rolls onto his side, bringing us nose to nose, and gently runs his fingers through my hair, pushing it behind my ear. Not even five minutes have passed before Ryker’s breathing has deepened and it’s just Grayson and I left awake.
Gray’s eyes bounce past me, landing on Ry, where they soften, and he bites the corner of his lip. I saw how he watched everything, how he didn’t even question Ryker taking control of everything for us.
He wasn’t just watching me. He was watching Ryker, too. I saw Ryker look at him a few times as well, although a lot more subtly.
Bringing my hand up to take his that is resting against my cheek, I intertwine our fingers and search his beautiful green eyes before saying, “You love him. As more than just a friend, or a brother.”
Grayson’s eyes widen in a slight panic, but I shake my head and gently squeeze his hand.
“Don’t panic. It doesn’t bother me, if that’s what you’re worried about. It actually…” My brows furrow, these thoughts confusing even me. “It feels right. Like it’s something that should happen,” I murmur.
“I do… I think I do love him. Differently than Cade, or Noah. They are my brothers, and I love them more than anything, but I’ve never seen Ryker as my brother. There's always been something—something that’s just more . It’s like there's a match between us, but it just won’t light. Sometimes it feels like it might, like he feels the more too, but then it fades, and I feel like I’m just trying to see things that aren’t actually there.”
He takes a deep breath. I watch his expression grow troubled.
“I’ve never been good around girls. I just get too nervous, or just don’t feel the attraction like others do. Until you came along and just made it all so easy. Now my mind is constantly conflicted, and I don’t even know how I’m supposed to feel about loving two people like this.”
His eyes water slightly, but he quickly blinks his tears away.
“Don’t give up on it, Gray,” I whisper. “Today proved that there is something there even if you guys aren’t ready to admit to it yet. Give Ry time. He will have to come to terms with it on his own. And loving more than one person is okay. At least, that’s what Bri tells me,” I chuckle quietly. “Don’t hold back because it feels wrong or selfish. The four of us have to figure this out together.”
Exhaling, Grayson nods and kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re right. Together. We will figure this all out together.”
Smiling, I nod at him.
My smile turns into a sly smirk that I try to hide as Grayson curls up closer to go to sleep when Ryker inhales sharply against the back of my neck and his arms tighten around my stomach.
He heard it all.
The next morning, Cade comes over and lets us know that Gabe wants to speak to all of us. After I finish using the bathroom, I walk out to the kitchen and find Ryker sitting at a bar stool staring down into his cup of coffee.
Walking up behind him, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. “You okay?”
He turns his head towards me and places a chaste kiss on my lips. “Yeah, just a lot on my mind,” he says quietly. I can only assume he’s thinking about what he heard Grayson say last night.
Nodding in understanding, I murmur, “I’m here if or when you want to talk. We all are.”
I don’t push any more than that, allowing him time to process on his own because I think this is just one of those things that he needs to work out for himself, and as soon as he is comfortable in his mind about it, he will show it, and nothing will hold him back.
I can only imagine how life-altering it is to truly come to terms with who you are when you probably never thought little actions or words would turn into something so much more.
Winking at me he says, “I know, little flame. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I grin at him.
“We need to go,” Cade grunts from behind us.
Ryker rolls his eyes but quickly drains down his coffee and grabs my hand as Cade, Gray, Ry, and I head out back to walk over to the club. When I take my hand from Ryker’s, he stops and glances at me.
“You and Grayson go first,” I say, gesturing towards Cade.
Ryker gives me a soft smile and nods. Once they are farther away, I look up at Cade, who is already staring down at me.
I clear my throat. “I, uh, I wanted to check in with you because last night you said to go with them, but I don’t know if you know what we did. Or if things are okay—”
My rambling is cut short when Cade wraps his hand around the nape of my neck and pulls me close. Looking up at him, our noses are less than an inch apart. He smirks at me. “You don’t know if I’m okay with the fact that you got fucked last night by two of my brothers?”
I open my mouth, not having expected him to say it like that, but he uses his free hand to press a finger against my lips.
“Everything is fine, baby girl. Don’t let your mind run wild. I told you to go last night. And yes, I knew it was a possibility. It’s something we had talked about previously for whenever you were ready. Unless you tell me that they didn’t satisfy you, which I would have to kick their asses for, then I am not upset.”
He leans closer, pressing his lips to my ear.
“Our time will come, and when it does, we will set the world on fire,” he whispers.
Clearing my throat as I press my thighs together, I stammer, “They satisfied me.”
Releasing me and taking a step back, he smirks at me again. “Good.” He nods towards the back porch of the club, where Ryker and Gray are waiting for us. “We should go.”
I nod, and he takes my hand as we walk to them.
“Harley?” Cade questions right before we get to them. When I meet his gaze, he says, “Never be afraid to talk to us. I know we’re still learning all of this, but if something bothers you or you’re ever worried, bring it up. Okay?”
“Okay,” I respond. Ry and Gray both smile at me, and then we head inside to find Gabe and a bunch of the others waiting in the main room for us.
Based on Gabe’s stern expression and crossed arms, I have a feeling this is about the kid from yesterday. Giving Ryker’s hand a squeeze, I let go as we come to stand in front of Gabe.
“In case you were interested to know, Stone made a call for you last night after you left to cover your fucking asses,” he seethes, glaring at the guys, but he doesn’t even glance at me.
“It was fine,” Ryker sighs, ignoring Gray when he nudges him in the side with a quiet, shut up . “It’s not like the stupid fucker was going to go running to the cops.”
“Really?” Gabe raises his voice tauntingly. “Because he sure as fuck did! You carved shit into his skin, Ryker Anderson! Then you just left him there. I understand that we live different lives than most people do, but for a normal eighteen-year-old, what you did was traumatizing and scary.”
“He said shit to Harley—shit that you wouldn’t have let slide either,” Ryker scoffs.
“I get it. Stone filled us in on it all. And you are right that I wouldn’t have let it slide. But you know what else I wouldn't have done? Just walked off assuming that he wasn’t going to try to get me in deep shit for hurting him. Especially when he saw who I was, knows me, knows where I’m from, and when I represent this club.”
“Stone said he would’ve killed him,” Cade adds on, not helping the situation whatsoever.
“And Stone would’ve contacted us and had it taken care of, not just fucking left him there! You’re missing the point. I’m not mad that you decided to beat some sense into the fucking kid for the shit he pulled. I’m actually proud to hear that you,”—he locks eyes with Ryker—“stopped. You didn’t keep going to the point where the guys had to rip you off to stop you from killing him.”
Sighing, Gabe scrubs a hand down his face.
“The reason I am pissed off right now is because if Stone hadn’t been there to make a call to a contact at the police station to make sure this gets brushed under the rug, you’d be in deep shit right now. Because when our contact made sure he was available, it was just in time because the kids' date drove him to the police station before they even went to the hospital. He was able to interfere and get it dealt with so you get no backlash, but had he not known, you’d probably be in a jail cell right now.”
Noah steps up next to Gabe. “You guys are going to be prospects in a few months’ time. You are going to represent this club even more than you already do since everyone knows you guys live here. Ending up in jail from beating up some punk isn’t giving us the public eye we want. It’s putting us on the radar of people who would use anything to tear us down. And that list is growing right now with everything going on.
“These kinds of fuck-ups can’t happen. If something goes down, you get in contact with someone immediately. You deal with the situation right then and there. No fucking excuse,” Noah lectures them, looking more serious than I am used to seeing him, especially directed at the boys.
“Now be fuckin’ happy you ain’t prospects yet. Otherwise, you’d be lookin’ at some very shitty punishments,” Colton says with a smirk on his face.
“I’m sure they will all fuck up as prospects eventually, so just keep those ideas in the back of your head,” Axe chuckles from where he sits on a couch with Presley tucked next to him.
“We get it. We didn’t think it through that far. It won’t happen again,” Grayson responds with a set jaw.