Page 2 of Desiderium
After a few minutes, Hawk leans down to offer me a hand. I grab for it, but make absolutely no effort to try and lift my tuckered ass off the ground. Gravity has claimed me, so the ground is where I’m meant to remain.
“Fuck, guys, I think we really did her in this time.” Hawk looks to the guys quickly before returning his gaze back to my pitiful form. “And to think, we were gonna pamper the shit outta you and give you a fuck ton of orgasms just to show how proud we all are of you… but it looks like you’re just too tired…” He looks down at me, offering a wince and a smirk.
Fucking hell, that’s just not fair!
“Ok Ok Ok! I’m getting up, but I’m holding you to the praise and pampering. I deserve that shit after what you guys just put me through!” I point my finger at each of them in turn, raising my eyebrows so they know how serious I’m being. You don’t make me do thatanddeprive me of orgasms. That’s just cruel and unnecessary punishment.
Each of the guys’ mouths slowly turn up into seductive smirks. Their sinful gazes make a direct flight to my lady bits, causing them to quiver in anticipation. These guys are sexy as hell and know what they’re doing. I can only imagine what they’ve come up with for later. Foursome? Me and two guys while the other watches? Me and one guy while the other two finally act on their passive bicurious tendencies? The last thought makes my coreclench with unbridled need. Yeah… that’s hot…wait… I was mad… or upset or … something…. What was it again?
“Let’s get you undressed and into the shower, beautiful.” Cole takes me by the other hand and pulls me up with Hawk. When I’m finally upright and on my feet, he bends down and lifts me bridal style, carrying me the rest of the way into the cabin.
My hero...
We ended our run just in front of Jax’s cabin, his hideaway, but my feet and legs are officially spent. The little ride Cole offers is practically an act of mercy, one which I’m happy to accept.
While I’m being carried like a princess, Hawk runs ahead of us and opens the door to let us all in. Jax is the last one to come through the door, with Sadie on his heels, and runs right for the bathroom. Just before Cole and I enter, I hear thewooshof the water coming on.
You would think that with the coming of the apocalypse, certain luxuries would no longer exist. In most places, that would be an accurate assessment. But Jax? Jax had other ideas for how to live out his last days.
Self-sufficiency was the best way to describe his old estate. Wind power, solar power and even generators kept everything there running smoothly. After not even a day of livinghere, we soon found out that he fitted the cabin with almost the same technology. Unfortunately, the solar panels were shattered to pieces by the storm from hell this past winter. Luckily, Jax found a new generator afterwards andhooked it into the mainframe, so the water is nice and toasty, the steam already filling the small room.
Cole sets me down on the toilet seat cover and kneels in front of me on the tiled floor. Grabbing my ankle, he gently lifts one foot, then the next, slowly pulling off my newly borrowed sneakers—thank you absent friendly neighborhood jogger who used to live up the road. My socks are next, followed by my pants and undies. I might be a sweaty, unathletic mess, but one look at Cole and you can see he doesn’t give a shit about any of that. The fire in his eyes and the hunger behind them make butterflies dance in my belly. The confidence these men have instilled and driven into me, day in and day out, comes to the forefront of my brain and, suddenly, I have much more energy than I did mere seconds ago from his look alone.
He sees the lust in my eyes but instead of acting on it as abruptly as I wish he would, he just smirks again, stands up and grasps my hand, pulling me up with him. He reaches for the hem of my t-shirt and slowly lifts it over my head. His fingertips skim my skin as he does so, making my flesh pebble in anticipation. His fingers return to remove the last layer of stubborn fabric binding my chest and obstructing his view, but I save him the task of wrestling with my sports bra. Let’s face it, those things are constricting as fuck and difficult for evenmeto take off.
After my bra battle is over, Cole leads me by the hand into the shower and under the warm water. He takes a second to disrobe himself and joins me under the spray, the distance between us only inches and closing.
“Turn around, beautiful,” he whispers, lifting and turning his finger in a circle. I do as he says while switching our positions so that the water is at his back now. I still get a trickle of the warmth, here and there, but I don’t miss it too much, because Cole’s heat replaces the water’s. His hands glide up my arms, past my shoulders and into my hair, lathering the strands with shampoo and massaging my scalp in just such a way that a soft moan escapes the confines of my throat.
Cole leans forward, his mouth right next to my ear. “You did such a good job today. I love it when you submit to us. Trust us to take care of you and to know your limits. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you?”
Hell-to-the-fuck-yes, it does!
Chapter Two
Aly
My breath hitches. I was secretly hoping for this. Cole has a thing for praising and rewarding me when my actions justify it. Just the thought of that reminds me of when he walked in on me and Hawk back at the estate that one night. My reward for accepting and loving myself for who I am was an evening of divine worship from both Cole and Hawk…at the same time. In other words, one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. So, if he thinksthisdeserves a reward, I sayhell-to-the-fuck, yes! Bring it on!
“Yes, Doc,” I agree on an exhale. Goosebumps appear on my arms despite how warm it is in here.
“Mmm, let’s see. You did three miles with us today, not an easy task for a brand-new runner. I think that deserves an equal amount in retribution, what do you think?”
I try to form the words to respond, but all I can seem to come up with is wide eyes and a compulsory nod. “Words, gorgeous,” he whispers, reminding me.
“Yes… yes please,” I sputter out.
“Oh,and a ‘please’… Such a good girl, using your manners.” He dots my neck in light kisses, torturing me as his hand slowly snakes down my side to my hip. “What do you think, Hawk? Two for one, bonus? For being such a good girl for us today?”
I didn’t even hear him come in the bathroom, but I look over to the left and notice a very naked Hawk standing just outside the shower door— a smirk still present on his lips as his eyes slowly peruse my naked flesh. “I think she deserves that and more, but let’s not make it so she passes out just yet. Jax is making her a snack in the kitchen that I know she’ll enjoy after we’re done in here.”
Please be cupcakes. Please be cupcakes. Dicks and cupcakes.My heart shudders as I openly gasp.Dick-cakes!
Hawk notices my eagerness and walks into the shower, planting a light, teasing peck to my lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we won’t keep youtoolong. I know how much you enjoy Jax’s… treats.” He punctuates his teasing words by sliding a hand up my leg. His fingers dance around my upper thigh before he dips one between my pussy lips. I shudder at the contact just before Cole grasps my hips from behind, holding me steady for Hawk to continue his dexterous ministrations between my legs. I lift my hands to tend to each of their hardened cocks in return, but Cole, grasping both of my wrists, pushes them back down.
“Stay right there, beautiful, you’ve done enough work for today. Let us take care of you.” Cole says before sliding his hand right next to Hawk’s.
Oh, jackpot!
