Page 18 of Mated to Team Shadow

Ryker's fingers found my core and pushed his fingers into me.

Gunner pressed his hips into my ass so that I could feel his hard length between my cheeks. His fingers played with my nipples twisting and pinching, and I couldn't help but moan.

Ryker found my g-spot and my heart raced as he stroked me with his unrelenting digits. I jutted my hips against his hand taking those marvelous fingers as deep inside as they'd go. I was on fire, and my breathing drew in ragged breaths, and my mind burned with want and need. My core was a flame, and Ryker stoked the fire with his fingers, murmuring how hot I was.

"You're so beautiful, baby," he said. "I love your body and your hot, tight pussy."

His dirty talk sent me over the edge. My stomach tightened, and I tossed my head reflexively as I exploded in a rush of white heat. Ryker's fingers quested deeper inside me, as I pulsed around them.

"That's it, baby," said Gunner as he pressed my nipples between his fingers. The tugging from my body against his hands gave me one aftershock after another.

I was still aflame. Though I came once, I wanted more. Gunner understood because he let go off my breasts and slid to his knees. While Ryker held me, Gunner buried his face between my legs and lapped at my wet cream and swollen lips, finding me enervated. The tip of his tongue tickled it, and I gasped. His mouth and his tongue lapped my clit and my folds, and I moaned shamelessly. Other men may have kissed me intimately, but none did it with the reckless abandon of Gunner who, judging by his own moans, enjoyed what he was doing thoroughly. Then he speared me with his marvelous tongue, and it entered me just as Ryker's fingers had, and I couldn't help it. I exploded again, this time screaming.

"Gunner!"

My world tilted off its axis. I had no control over this and wanted none. These men wanted me and, damn it, I wanted them too.

Breathing hard, I leaned into Ryker, because my body was now putty. One man, or two, I wanted this and more. Their two sexy scents engulfed me, and I quivered at every lick and stroke to my body. These men were hot, and I hadn't had it this good ever in my life. I had found heaven, and I wasn't ready to relinquish it.

Ryker kissed me passionately while Gunner stood and wrapped his hands around my waist. He put his mouth on my shoulder, and his teeth dug into my skin.

"Not yet," said Ryker in a warning tone.

Gunner cursed, but pulled away, sputtering something under his breath that I couldn't hear.

"What's wrong?" I said.

But the hatch flew open, and a sudden rush of wind swallowed my words. The boat lurched sending Ryker and me against one bulkhead and Gunner against the other.

"Fuck," said Gunner.

"Gunner, get the lifejackets, and that rope behind you."

Gunner looked over his shoulder. "Oh, yeah."

Ryker slipped on the lifejacket Gunner handed him and checked the buckles on it. "Safety, first," he said as he snapped the buckles closed.

He and Gunner both donned lifejackets, and then he took two others Gunner handed him.

"If the boat rocks too much grab the inflatable and both of you get on deck."

"Aye, Chief," said Gunner.

Ryker climbed the stairs and shut the hatch, and I turned to face Gunner who smiled at me.

"We're in big trouble, aren't we?" I said.

He shrugged. "Define trouble."

My journalist's Spidey senses told me we were in deep shit. The rain fell like a waterfall on the deck above in a continuous curtain of white noise. I couldn't hear the guys speaking above, and the engine still hadn't started.

"We're all screwed, and we will die."

"We will not," Gunner said. "But the screwing part? That's something I'd like to work on."

He delivered his crude words with a smile and such charm they were a compliment, and my fraught core warmed at them. But was this inappropriate? I could tell from Gunner's face how much danger we were in. The boat bucked under my seat, and I scrambled for the wooden ledge that served as a seat in the small hold of this vessel. My fingers dug into the underside of the ledge, trying to keep myself upright as the boat pitched and rose at a steep angle in the churning water.

"What will happen?" I said in a squeak.

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