Page 90 of Sexting the Bikers
We lose ourselves in her, holding her close, flipping her to her back so I can slide into her, her legs wrapped aroundmy waist, Bishop and Reaper on either side, mouths on her breasts, hands everywhere. She reaches for all of us, pulling us in, desperate for more, giving back as much as she gets. The pleasure is overwhelming, the heat so intense I think I might burn up from the inside out. Her body is slick with sweat, her hair wild, her lips swollen from our kisses.
Bishop lies back, pulling her onto his lap, her thighs straddling him, her chest pressed to his, their mouths finding each other again.
Reaper and I kneel on either side, kissing her, stroking her skin, our hands moving together down her body, over her stomach, along her thighs. She rocks her hips, riding Bishop, her hands tangled in my hair as I kiss her, Reaper’s tongue teasing her nipples, making her arch and cry out again.
The four of us move together, a mess of limbs and mouths and low, desperate sounds. I can barely tell where one of us ends and the other begins. Katya clings to us, her hands moving over our bodies, her voice breaking on a gasp as she comes again, her body writhing with pleasure, her head thrown back against Bishop’s shoulder.
I look up, catching Bishop’s gaze over Katya’s shoulder, then Reaper’s just past her tousled hair. The three of us are caught in the middle of something wild and intimate, but there’s no awkwardness, no doubt. If anything, it feels right. More right than anything I’ve known. Katya’s body moves with ours, her pleasure spilling over into the space between us, but what surprises me most isn’t the heat or the hunger—it’s the quiet understanding, the trust we’ve built, the way we fit together like pieces that have been waiting for each other all our lives.
I grin, a low laugh rumbling in my chest as I look at my brothers. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I say, voice rough with satisfaction and something deeper. “Didn’t think sharing would ever feel this natural.”
Katya clings to us, her hands moving over our bodies, her voice breaking on a gasp as she comes again, her body writhing with pleasure, her head thrown back against Bishop’s shoulder.
The room drowns in ragged breaths and broken sounds as we each follow her over that edge, the four of us unraveling together in a blur of heat and release.
The aftermath is sweat-slick skin, trembling muscles, and the kind of silence that only comes when there’s nothing left to give.
“Well, I’ll be damn..”
I look at my brothers…
Reaper just nods, a rare soft smile on his lips, while Bishop squeezes Katya’s hand in silent agreement.
For a long moment, the world narrows to this—her body pressed between us, our hands tangled, sweat cooling on our skin, and the knowledge that this is exactly where we’re supposed to be. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Getting to share her with them isn’t strange or uncomfortable. It’s the most natural thing in the world.
30
KATYA
I’m wrapped up in the three of them, sweat cooling on my skin, the sheets tangled around us. We’re still moving together, bodies close, breath mixing, no walls left between us. My head is spinning, but it’s not just from the sex.
Reaper is behind me, one arm banded across my waist, his hand firm on my hip as he rocks into me. He’s always so controlled, but I can feel him shaking, holding back. His mouth finds my shoulder and I feel his voice more than I hear it. “You know I love you, Katya. I’ve tried not to, but it’s useless. You’re it for me. You’re everything.”
Dog is in front of me, grinning like he can’t help it, one hand stroking my cheek, his thumb brushing my lips before he leans in to kiss me hard. “I didn’t think I’d get caught up in all this, but I’m gone for you, Katya. You make me crazy. I love you. You’re mine now.”
Bishop’s hand finds mine, squeezing tight, his eyes serious and steady. He bends and kisses me, slow and deep, like he means it. “You made me believe again, Katya. I thought I was done, that I’d lost my chance, but you gave it back to me. I love you.”
I never thought I’d have this—real love, spoken out loud, given to me without conditions. I never thought anyone would say it, let alone all three of them.
The room is quiet except for our breathing and the hum of tired bodies coming down from everything we’ve shared. I lie between them, my skin still tingling, my heart racing for reasons that have nothing to do with fear.
I know what I feel for them is real, but everything that’s happened tonight, and in the days before, is still spinning in my mind.
I take a deep breath and speak up, my voice quieter than I mean it to be. “I need some time to think,” I say honestly. “All of this—three guys, after everything with Novikov, my family—it’s a lot. It’s crazy, even for me.”
Dog nudges me with a crooked grin. “Yeah, it is crazy. But that’s kind of our thing.”
Reaper brushes his hand along my arm, his expression softening. “Take all the time you need, Katya. We’re not going anywhere.”
Bishop squeezes my hand, thumb tracing circles over my knuckles. “We’ll be here. However long it takes.”
I shift on the mattress, untangling my legs from theirs, needing a little space just to breathe. The room is warm and quiet, the afterglow settling in, but my mind is running with everything that just happened and all the choices that led me here.
“With everything that’s happened tonight—and everything that’s probably still coming—I just want to think this through,” I say, not looking away from them. “I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep, not after the way things were with Novikov. I need to know this is really what I want. What we all want.”
Dog looks like he wants to protest, but he just nods, running a hand through his hair. There’s no anger, just a tired understanding.
“I mean it,” I go on, voice a little rough. “I’m grateful for you. You all saved my life. Dog, what you did tonight—no one’s ever fought for me like that. And Reaper, Bishop, you came after me even when my own family wouldn’t, even when I was reckless and got myself caught up in all this.”
