Page 32 of Ride Me

“Breathe, cher. It’s gone.”

Allegra gasped. The pain. It was gone again. Her leg hadn’t stopped hurting once in over a year, until the other night at the club, and then yesterday... Bone Daddy, with a single touch, had made it disappear. How had he done that?

Her shock must have shown in her expression, and he gentled his eternally wicked smile. Repeating the words that had echoed through her mind the day before, he said, “Don’t think, Allegra Jarod. Just feel.”

He kissed her. Bone Daddy. Rousseau. It didn’t seem to matter at the moment. This was the man she wanted, and his lips were just as soft as she’d imagined, just as warm.

He pulled back enough to look into her eyes, his own flickering like a golden flame. “Benjamin, since you’ve taken it upon yourself to be our third, I’ll ask you to make yourself useful.”

“I’m on it, BD.” She heard Ben’s footsteps taking him farther away, wondering at her confidant, masculine friend’s instant obedience, but she quickly forgot him as Rousseau’s mouth pressed against hers once more.

He had a way about him that clouded her mind. He was a walking aphrodisiac. It wasn’t fair.

“Life isn’t fair, Allegra. Isn’t it exciting?”

He ate at her mouth, biting at her lips, then soothing the pain with tender licks. She felt him tug her dress down once more, willingly lifting off the chair long enough for him to sweep it away completely, along with her brand-new pair of pink lace underwear.

Her inhibitions shed along with her clothes once again. His taste, the feel of his smooth skin burning beneath her hands was addictive. She needed more.

Focus.

She was only human, she thought as she wrapped both her legs around his waist to pull him closer. “You’ve talked a good game, BD,” she said saucily, using Ben’s nickname for the Loa. “Can you deliver?”

He growled, standing with her in his arms. “I knew you’d be like this. You’re made of fire, head to toe. You’ll burn us all and we’ll beg for more.”

He walked across the living room toward the large platform bed against the wall, Allegra holding on tight. “Rousseau thought you a hothouse flower, delicate and fragile. He didn’t think you’d be able to take what we wanted to give you. All the depraved and wicked things we wanted to do to you.”

“Was that why you danced with me at the club? To show him?”

He stopped, looking down at her with a surprisingly uncertain expression. He hadn’t expected her to make that connection. “That was my plan, yes. But he’s still concerned and it occurs to me he might not be wrong. You crave tenderness as well, I can feel it. Your pleasure is why I’m here. Should I turn Benjamin away, and cover you with rose petals? Grope you carefully in the dark beneath the covers? Is that what you want? Tell me now.”

“No.” She didn’t try to lie. “That’s the last thing I want.”

“Then what?” He moved forward again until his knees hit the side of the bed, his gaze alert as he studied her. She could see the Loa, but she was starting to see Rousseau in there as well. Two distinct entities, both waiting to hear her answer.

She meant to sound confident, sure, but her voice came out in a whisper. “All the depraved and wicked things you want to do.”

Ben groaned, making her jerk in surprise. “Good girl, Legs.”

He dropped a handful of condoms, a small bottle of lubricant, and what looked like a wooden bowl filled with dark liquid on the bedside table. Her eyebrows rose.

Rousseau’s golden eyes sparkled dangerously. “No, Benjamin. Bad girl. My bad girl.” Without warning, he tossed her on the bed.

Allegra laughed, a carefree, joyous sound that she’d almost forgotten she could make. This was what she wanted. No pity, no careful touches and no more platonic fuck buddies. Fun and fire. Heat and passion. All for her.

They stood over her like two opposite sides of the same heart-stopping coin. Ben with his blond, all-American good looks, and Rousseau, darkly handsome and irresistible. The only thing they had in common was the approval in their eyes as they studied her naked body on the bed.

She slid her legs against the cool sheets, loving the freedom of motion, loving how their attention followed her every move. Her hands caressed her thighs, uncaring of the small ridges scattered over her skin. The ones she’d been so insecure about every time she looked in the mirror.

It was impossible to ignore their admiration, their desire. Her scars didn’t bother them at all. And suddenly, they didn’t bother her either. Instead, they were proof of life. Of survival.

“You are a warrior woman.” The harsh voice growled in Rousseau’s throat. “In my world, you would be a queen.” He motioned to Ben, who’d unbuttoned his linen shirt, revealing broad shoulders and a well-defined chest. “We will not share her this first time. Neither of us can allow it. But you may watch.”

Ben held up his hands and stepped back. “With pleasure, BD. You know how I love to watch. As long as there is a next time.” He winked at Allegra, then Rousseau was leaning over her body, his hands landing on either side of her head as he studied her.

She licked her lips, loving the weight of him against her, his cock hard against her thigh. He dipped down to bite her chin. “I don’t think any of the others we’ve had have ever felt as right as you do against us. There is something special about you.”

She narrowed her eyes, surprising herself by lifting her head to bite his jaw in return. “Note to Bone Daddy, mentioning other women while naked is not high on my list of exciting foreplay options.”

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