The door closed, and the room fell silent. I was finally able to breathe again.
“Did that just happen?” I asked, after a while.
Ryan blinked. “I think so.”
“So then we’re in the clear?”
“Will be,” said Dakota. “Should be.”
My whole body flooded with sweet, beautiful relief. It crashed over me in waves, relaxing me, rejuvenating me, even after our long day.
I dropped to the mattress and stretched out sexily across the bed. I reached my arms high overhead, arching my back, reveling in the feel of being exhaustedly, blessedly free.
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“We staying here tonight?”
Dakota and Ryan both nodded in unison. Smiling impishly, I spread my legs and beckoned them down by crooking a finger.
“Then take my clothes off already,” I purred. “And let’s make this filthy hotel room even dirtier.”
Fifty-Two
SAMMARA
They shared me over and over again, tag-teaming me mercilessly. Taking me both alone and together, from both ends, despite our exhaustion.
I lost track of the number of times they’d made me come.
The half-day car ride and sprint through the woods had left us emotionally and physically drained. We were running on fumes — pure adrenaline only. Still riding out the high of having screwed up and escaped, and yet somehow still accomplished what we’d originally set out to do.
I think it was the near-delirium of being so tired made the sex even better. My boys screwed me lazily, pinning me to the bed. Taking turns holding me down and digging me out until my eyes rolled back into my head and I saw silvery, shooting stars. The whole thing was indescribably hot. Trippy, even. But as hallucinogenic as it sometimes felt, the euphoria I felt sandwiched between these two gorgeous, and powerful alpha men was all too real.
Halfway through we broke the bed — actually broke it by sheering off one of the cheap metal legs holding up the box spring. We fucked on a strange but fun angle for a little while, until Dakota flipped it over and snapped off the other three, leveling us out flat against the floor.
Every time I thought it was over, it somehow picked up again. Dakota nailed me from behind as I raked the headboard, while Ryan went out for ice. Then Ryan took over, pulling me down onto his incredible cock. His hands guided my hips as I rode him to completion, while Dakota stretched his great body out lazily alongside me.
It was almost like a victory celebration. Like we’d shared some wonderful triumph together, and not one of us wanted the day to end. We got some sleep eventually, but not much. Between the broken bed and our racing minds, none of us were able to stop our libidos from spinning out of control.
By the time the curtains shrouding the front window were illuminated by the sun, we were all snoring soundly in a naked tangle. We woke up to a broken world; the room a complete and utter wreck. The bed was shattered, the sheets were obliterated, and everything smelled like a mixture of sweat and sex.
On top of all that, the three of us were absolutely starving.
The car Markus sent showed up bright and early of course. We sent the driver out for breakfast while we showered quickly and cleaned up as best we could. After that we were speeding home, devouring our food hungrily from the cool, climate-controlled back seat of a much nicer vehicle than the one in which we’d arrived.
Then we crashed out all over each other… and slept the entire rest of the way.
Home never looked so good as when we finally pulled up.
We were greeted in the driveway by Sarge first, running up to pounce on us while Kyle struggled to catch up. Already my little puppy looked bigger. Kyle seemed like he was limping less too, and had defiantly ditched his crutch.
“Where’s Briggs?” asked Ryan.
Kyle motioned us into the house. Jason was in the kitchen, hunched over an incredibly expensive-looking laptop. He jumped up to hug each of us in turn, patting Ryan and Dakota on the back before sweeping me into his arms and giving me the mother of all welcome home kisses.
“You have it?” he asked.
Dakota dropped the memory card into his hand. It was so small, so ridiculously flimsy-looking. Yet it was our future, our safety. Our insurance policy against anyone who’d seek to harm us.