Freddie #3
“Look,” Ryker says, getting between us. “We’re just worried about you.”
Inside the bar, I’d punched before I realised I was about to, but outside it now, I know I’m going to swing for Ryker. Unfortunately, so does Liam, who doesn’t manage to pull Ryker completely clear, but does a good enough job that I graze Ryker’s chin with my fist.
Liam pushes Ryker aside, which is the reason Ryker falls to the floor, not my punch, and then I’m swinging my fist again, not from anger, but from fear. I’m faced with flight or fight, and my options narrow down to one.
I need to fight to take flight.
But Liam is trained to subdue suspects, and he knocks my fists aside and grabs me.
We struggle. The streetlights spin, then he’s behind me.
He’s yanking my arms back as we crash into the wall.
He doesn’t unlock my arms. His hands curl around my elbows, and he applies force that I try to resist, but he’s stronger than I am.
He holds me back, and although he doesn’t tell me to calm down, I know that’s what he’s waiting for.
Ryker groans as he gets to his feet. He brushes dirt off his knees, then touches his chin.
“I’m beginning to take this personally . . .”
I thrash, but Liam holds me until my knees weaken. I’m panting, but Liam is silent behind me. Only the restraint of his arms and the rustle of his clothing when I try to evade him lets me know he’s there.
That’s when I feel it.
I feel him.
I suck in a breath and hold it.
Liam knows I can feel him.
His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth.
He says on a sigh, “Stop trying to get away and it’ll go down.”
The words set me off like a buckaroo. He’s hard. His goddamn dick is pressed against my back. Ryker raises an eyebrow at his brother, smirking as he rubs his chin. “Really?”
I lash out with my foot, missing Ryker by an inch.
“Woah,” Ryker laughs. “Liam, stop enjoying yourself and hold him still.”
Liam’s hands tighten, and he yanks me back against him.
I widen my eyes.
He’d loosened the reins to feel me struggle, liking the friction. I’m a toy to him. His effortless overpowering of me brings an unexpected thrill.
They’ve always been bigger and stronger but had never asserted their dominance over me. That’s the word that comes to my mind.
Dominance.
They’re both intimidating, but it’s the first time I’ve felt it directed at me, and my reaction to it catches me by surprise.
My stomach flips, one big belly flop, and I go still in Liam’s hold.
Ryker rubs his bottom lip as he watches me.
His smile has gone, and the expression on his face is unreadable.
He steps up to me, and I scrunch my face, turning my head away from Liam’s.
Ryker doesn’t hit me, though. He presses his body flush against mine—he leans all his weight on me—pushing me back onto his brother.
Liam groans against the back of my neck.
All three of us are breathing out of sync, at first at least, then we’re exhaling and inhaling together, and I don’t think there’s enough oxygen between us.
That’s why I’m lightheaded.
I feel it.
I feel them both.
They’re hard.
“You sick bastard,” I breathe, breaking our mock calm, before correcting myself and hissing. “Bastards.”
Because it’s both of them. Both of them have me trapped.
I don’t struggle because I know it will excite them.
I don’t struggle because I’m scared I’ll get aroused too.
My heart is racing, and their touch is confusing.
But I don’t tell them to stop. I don’t tell Ryker to get off or Liam to let go.
Ryker grinds, and Liam pants, and I’m sandwiched between them.
Liam’s wet breath touches my neck on one side. He doesn’t moan, but there’s a synchronised flash of heat on my skin each time he breathes. I lean away from him, but it’s Ryker’s lips on the other side, and he doesn’t just breathe, he opens his mouth, and he sucks.
I whimper at the touch of his tongue. It’s hot, and wet, and strong.
A weird way to describe a tongue, but when he licks it’s firm.
It strokes my jugular and my pounding pulse.
It makes me think of other places on my body that would love a firm lick.
I strain to stand on my tiptoes, to escape upwards, but sensitivity breaks out across my skin, spreading beneath my T-shirt and reappearing on my arms. My neck is a guaranteed turn-on zone, and Ryker’s a fast learner.
He sucks and licks and nips, and both brothers feel me shiver and shake between them but only Ryker knows how much they’re affecting me.
My cock is taking an interest despite me wishing it wouldn’t.
Ryker lifts his lips a mere millimetre from my skin to share his findings with Liam. “Kiss his neck, he fucking loves it.”
I moan when after a brief hesitation Liam starts on the other side. I’d been waiting for it, for Liam to latch on immediately after Ryker’s direction, but he didn’t. He waited until the anticipation made my head spin before nuzzling his stubble to my skin.
Ryker grinds, and Liam rocks, and they’re rubbing their hard-ons against me while they tenderise my neck.
I stay on my tiptoes and turn my face to the sky to stop myself from drowning, but both brothers are pulling me down into the depths.
Liam tightens his hold on my arms, needing the leverage to thrust, and my stomach flips again at his strength.
They have me helpless.
They have me weak.
They have me wanting.
Ryker leans back, but only enough to slip his hand between us and find the top of my jeans. He doesn’t fumble; he unpicks my button with nibble fingers that are well practised in the art of undressing, then drags his nail over the zip, clicking on each tooth.
He doesn’t undo them, and I see his touch for what it is.
It’s a question.
“Don’t,” I say, but I’m not sure if I mean it. He’s asking to touch me, and fuck do I want him to, but I don’t want to give in to them. An idea still manages to take form in my compromised brain, though, and as his hand slides away, I say, “Wait . . . yes.”
“Yes?” Ryker asks, and I hear the chuckle in his voice. “You’re kind of giving me mixed messages . . .”
“If . . . if you want to touch me, you can touch me.”
Ryker makes an affronted sound. “That’s not how we’re going to play this game.”
He drags his nail down my zip, and my cock jolts.
My eyes flutter shut then open again. “What . . . what do you mean?”
“Do you want me to touch you, Freddie?”
He sounds so smug. It radiates from him, reawakening my anger.
I do. I want it to be him—them—but I answer without really answering.
“I . . . I want to be touched. Need to be . . .”
It’s a deliberate choice of words. And it’s lost on Ryker, but Liam stops rolling his cock into my back. He lifts his chin from my neck, and I miss the burn of bristles on my skin.
“Ryker . . .” he says.
But Ryker’s been given the green light to get into my pants and doesn’t hear the warning from his brother.
Good.