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“You’re doing so fucking good, beautiful, do you like that?” Angel growls, leaning over to kiss me roughly, his tongue entering my mouth. I hungrily kiss him back until eventually, he pulls away.

“Yes, god yes. I want more!” I cry out, looking at Gunner. “Please, fuck me harder!” I beg.

It feels so intense, and I can hardly stand it I’m so desperate to touch him, to touch all of them, for him to fuck me hard and fast and fully claim me. But his stillness is incredible at the same time, forcing me to focus on the sensations and pleasure only. Slowly, Gunner increases his speed. I’m so turned on I’m absolutely soaking as he slides in and out of me. I find that I don’t mind how huge he is, that my body has accommodated him, and I’m so wet it feels incredible, right on the cusp of pain and pleasure.

He moves faster now, the speed a welcome change that brings the orgasm that was slowly building to a rising crescendo, I can feel the orgasm about to explode. As I’m right on the edge, he pulls out suddenly so the second it hits I gush everywhere just before he thrusts back in deeply, sending another orgasm crashing over my body that I’m helpless to stop. He continues to fuck me as I cum again and again screaming with pleasure before I feel him finally reach his climax, thrusting deep inside me.

“Fuck, Skye. You’re incredible,” he groans as he cums. To my surprise, he leans over and gently kisses me, his lips soft and full. “Thank you,” he says softly before moving away.

Part of me wants to quip that I should be thanking him after that, but I get the impression that he’s being sincere, that perhaps, given his aversion to being touched, sex is difficult for him, and that he enjoyed that as much as I did. Perhaps I’ve earned some of his trust by doing as I was asked and respecting his boundaries.

Angel and Gunner both release my hands now Gunner has moved away. I’m still in a post-orgasm fugue, my mind not working properly as I lie there reveling in the moment. I get the impression something big has just happened, and not in the literal sense of us all having incredible sex. It feels like something has shifted between all of us. Like we’ve reached a new level we didn’t even know existed.

I don’t know what this is between us if being with four men at the same time for anything more than sex can even work, yet I feel almost as if I’ve been fully claimed and that this isn’t just sex anymore.

Chapter 16

Skye

Two weeks later.

Iawake early to the sound of two bike engines loudly riding away at speed. Seconds later there’s a knock at my door and Drifter appears.

“Hey, sorry to wake you… but something’s happened,” he says, his face grave.

“What is it?” I ask worriedly, sitting upright in bed.

“It’s Brewer, he’s in the hospital,” he says anxiously.

“What happened? Is he okay?” I ask, jumping out of bed to get dressed.

I can tell it’s serious when Drifter doesn’t even try to make a joke or flirt with me when he sees I slept naked last night.

He shakes his head, “No. No, I don’t think he is. Someone broke into his house last night, seems as though he woke up and went downstairs to investigate, disturbing the burglar, they hit him pretty hard over the head. Angel and Buzz have gone ahead to the hospital now, but it doesn’t seem likely he’ll make it.”

I can see tears in Drifter’s eyes and I long to reach out and hug him, but I know that right now, I need to be strong for him. For all of them. I feel like crying myself, I may have only met Brewer a couple of times—we went back the day after the Demon Riders turned up to check in on him and spent the day—but I already feel very fond of him.

“Was it the Demon Riders?” I ask.

“We think so.”

After they showed up at Brewer’s house the other week a couple of the club members stayed with him for a few nights, but then Brewer insisted he was fine and wanted to be left in peace. With no sign of them at Brewer’s and no retaliation for the crash, we all assumed that the guys who showed up were after Angel and the others, not Brewer. But perhaps we were wrong. I feel sick at the thought that Bill could have been the one to send these thugs to terrorize an elderly man.

“Why come after Brewer though? Do you think that person who wants Brewer’s land put them up to it?” I ask.

The guys have vaguely mentioned that ‘some big shot’ was trying to manipulate Brewer into signing over his land, but they haven’t gone into detail so I can’t let on I know it’s Bill they’re talking about. I feel torn up inside that I’m hiding the truth from them. But I’m terrified they’d hate me if they found out that I’m Bill’s stepdaughter and that I came here looking for a story. Every day I can feel myself falling for them all and I feel horrible for not being honest.

“It seems the most likely reason, either that or their spineless cowards who’ve got no moral code. We don’t fuck with elderly club members if we’re pissed at the club. Brewer might not ride with us anymore, but he’s an Angel of Havoc through and through,” he says his jaw tense and fists balled as he barely controls his anger against whoever did this.

“Okay, I’m ready, let’s go,” I say, grabbing my leather jacket and following Drifter out the door to where a tense Gunner is waiting for us.

I hop on the back of Drifter’s bike with barely enough time to secure my helmet and wrap my arms around his strong, slim waist before he tears off, following closely behind Gunner.

When we arrive at the hospital we race past an irritated-looking receptionist straight to the ICU waiting area where an anxious Angel and Buzz await us. Angel is pacing the room like a tiger in a cage, filled with pent-up frustration and anger at being in a situation that’s completely out of his control. Buzz seems equally on edge, although he’s sat down, his leg is shaking and he keeps running his fingers through his now very messy hair, a nervous habit of his.

“Any news?” Drifter asks as they notice us enter.

Angel jerks his head in one violent shake, his brow furrowed as his voice comes out in a snarl. “No. These fucking useless nurses won’t tell us anything.”

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