Page 17 of Mated to Team Shadow

In a flash, she sprinted toward the hatch and climbed the ladder and tried to undo the latch, but Ryker put his arms around her waist and swung her around.

"You don't want to go topside. There are hundreds of miles of ocean around us, and you won't survive."

"What will I do here, with four men who look at me like I'm lunch?"

"Oh, no," said Ryker huskily. "Not lunch." He bent his head and kissed her.

I watched, and my jaguar growled. Without realizing it did, Ryker broke the kiss, and his eyes met mine.

"Get up there with Kane and start the engine. We will need it to weather this storm."

Jeanine

Damon and Kane filed past us, both as grim as could be and giving us sideways glances. Their expressions gave me the impression Ryker tossed them from a party they wanted to attend.

"Get moving," reiterated Ryker.

"What about Gunner?"

"Me?" said Gunner. "I'm surveying the supplies down here."

"Yeah, yeah," said Kane derisively.

Rain pelted in, slicking the deck with water before Damon and Kane shut the hatch on us.

"Will they be okay?" I asked.

"We train for this," said Ryker. "Are you okay?"

"I'm scared shitless," I admitted.

"Let me reassure you," said Ryker.

Ryker's mouth possessed mine. He held me tight to him, so there was no doubt in my mind what he wanted. His tongue swept into my mouth, my flesh met his in an addictive dance that spread tingles through me. This churn of pleasure felt just too damn good to stop. His hard muscles were damn sexy, and his alluring scent made me lightheaded, and my knees wobbled. I thought I had the world's worst timing because I should not kiss him while the skies around our boat swirled in a deadly combination of calm and destruction.

And I was aware of Gunner watching us intently, and this was exciting too. Who knew I had an exhibitionist streak?

Ryker slid his hand under the hem of my dress and caressed my inner thighs causing me to shiver. I liked this far too much in my present circumstances, and if I could think straight, I would tell myself this was insane. But my thoughts firmly centered on how hot it was to have this sexy man stroke my inner thighs and inch higher. His fingertips quested inside my panties.

Gunner nibbled the back of my neck, and I whimpered.

"Sweetheart," said Gunner in a husky voice. "I can't keep my hands off of you." One reached around and cupped my breast.

Ryker gripped my waist and pulled my body into his. "You know what this means, Gunner. All or none."

Gunner growled behind my ear which sent shivers down my spine.

"Yeah," Gunner said. His voice rumbled with want which drew a mewl from my throat.

Gunner squeezed my bottom. I never imagined I would like having two men touch me at once, but this was hot. Ryker slipped his fingers inside my panties, and Gunner sensuously drew off my hoodie while nibbling my neck. My knees grew weak, and I melted against Ryker as Gunner pulled the straps of my dress down my arm then licked my spine with his tongue. It was too much and not enough. My breath hitched, and my head spun on this sexual high. I was ready to do anything these two gorgeous men wanted me to do.

Gunner nibbled my neck, and Ryker's questing fingers parted my folds slick with my juices. Heat spread through my body as he located my hardened nub that pulsed with the rhythm of my stuttering heart. His thumb stroked it gently, and I rocked against his hand. The tips of his index and middle fingers rested at my entrance as if waiting for my permission.

"Ryker," I gasped.

"You want this, doll?" His voice was a low rattle that picked at my fevered emotions like a guitarist playing his instrument.

"Please," I whimpered because I was beyond sense and plunging into a well of pure sensation.

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