Page 37 of Knockout Queen

That’s what Mag is trying to get him to see.

Johnny places his hands on my hips, making me step forward with a quick pull. Mag’s fingers slip from my breast, but Johnny presses his lips against mine with fervor. He pushes his hips forward, moving me back into Mag’s waiting erection. “Is this what you want?” Johnny asks against my lips. He barely gives me time to respond. He’s nipping, biting, devouring my mouth until all I can do is moan.

I grab his shaft, pinning him back against the shower wall. He groans into my mouth. The vibrations sink to my core. I pump his cock, holding him in place. He just got back from the doctor for crying out loud. No matter how much he wants to bury himself inside me right now, he can’t. He’s barely keeping it together as it is. I’m surprised he’s even down for this much physical activity, but by the short thrusts of his cock into my hand, I know he is. Or at least, I know his body is speaking louder than his mind right now.

Magnum trails a hand down my spine, claiming my ass in the palm of his hand again. I lean forward, shoving my ass out for him. I know what he wants, too.

“Our girl wants to be fucked, J. Are you okay with this? I’m going to slide my cock inside her until she’s coming all over me. Not because of me, but because of us.”

Johnny hisses as my hold on his cock tightens at Mag’s words. I slide my hand over his cock greedily. “Fuck yes.”

Magnum maneuvers me into position, spreading my legs wider and arching my back, giving Johnny free rein to do what he wants with my chest. He grips my hips. On Mag’s first thrust, I match my movement to Johnny’s cock, stroking him in sync.

The slow rhythm Mag starts is just a tease. Johnny matches the pace, forcing his cock into my fist. I press a kiss to Johnny’s chest. His heart beats like mad underneath his skin. A frantic rhythm that matches my excitement of the moment.

Mag rocks me into Johnny, his movements coming quicker. Johnny cups my breasts, teasing my nipples with sure strokes. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. The more turned on I get, the faster I stroke Johnny.

He starts to shake. “Fuck, fuck...” I can tell he wants to hold off, but I’m with him. It’s too much.

Mag bends me lower, lining up my mouth with Johnny’s dick. He slows until my lips move around his friend, and then he picks up the pace again, moving me right over Johnny’s hard ridges.

“Jesus fuck. Yes, Kyla.”

I moan and then peer up into his eyes. As soon as he sees me looking at him, his cock jerks in my mouth. Hot cum spills onto my tongue. I grip him, moving him in and out of my wet heat until he’s spent. I give him one last suck until he pops free. With a hand under my chin, he raises my head as Magnum grunts, taking possession of my hips.

“That was fucking hot,” he groans.

His hand skates down my stomach and flits over my clit. My mouth opens in a sigh. Immediately, Johnny claims my lips, eating up all my moans. The shower spray only dulls the slap, slap of Magnum’s hips against mine.

“I want to feel you clench around me, angel.”

I release Johnny’s lips, crying out. He pinches my nipples, and a shudder rolls through me. “Yes. More.”

Mag grinds against me, his thrusts almost punishing until my body locks up. Johnny cups my face, and I come apart, falling over the blissful edge of pleasure. Magnum strokes inside me a couple more times before he, too, jerks. He slows his movements, pumping every last bit of his climax inside me.

When he finishes, he pulls my shoulders up while staying seated inside me. He steps me forward until I’m literally sandwiched between them. We’re a tangle of arms and feet. Of hearts and souls. But at this moment, our hearts are all beating the same beat. We’re all experiencing the same reality.

I am in love with these men, and they’re in love with me.

“I enjoyed that way too fucking much,” Johnny says huskily. He kisses me firmly on the mouth until Mag pulls out and spins me in his arms. He presses me back against Johnny and claims my lips for his own. He holds me there, his tongue parting my lips, kissing me with so much emotion that I’m left breathless. Johnny holds onto my hips, thumbs tracing along the indents of my muscles. “I’m too tired to get hard again,” he breathes, “but fuck me if I don’t want to.”

Mag pulls away, ending the kiss and glancing behind me to Johnny. “That’s how you treat someone you love.”

Hallelujah. If that’s what he has in mind, I want more, more, more.

Mag backs away, leaving the shower. All three of us end up in Johnny’s bed. Mag relaxes against the headboard after pulling his boxers on. Johnny lies on his back while I lie facing him, placing my hand on his chest. I’m not ready to drift to sleep yet. I just want to lie here knowing that he’s safe. That he’s back with us.

Mag’s fingers drift over my bare shoulders. “Go to sleep, angel. He’ll still be here in the morning.”

I close my eyes, my hand lifting and lowering with Johnny’s breaths, lulling me into sleep.

16

My hand moves. My eyelids flutter open, and I find Johnny trying to wiggle out of my grip. I don’t know what time it is, but if I had to guess, the room darkening shades are doing their job. “Sorry,” Johnny grimaces. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” I say sleepily.

I bring my hand back to myself, allowing him to get up and hobble to the bathroom. He’s only gone for a minute or so before returning and slipping in next to me on the sheets. While he was gone, I noticed Mag was also gone, probably out doing Mag things like making sure we’re all safe. Inspecting the suite for bugs. Working on target practice. Lifting weights, so he doesn’t lose his ass-kicking muscles. “How are you feeling?” I ask Johnny.

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