Page 16 of Monster's Madhouse
“Not at first,” she admitted. “But the closer you got, the more I knew that it was you. And when you both kissed me, I knew for sure,” she said.
“Hey, you kissed me,” Monster insisted. He was right, she had kissed him first.
“You kissed him first?” Drifter asked. “Are you trying to make me jealous, honey?” he asked. She went up on her tiptoes and ran her tongue over Drifter’s lips. When he opened for her, she kissed her way into his mouth, the same way she had with Monster earlier.
“You taste good, honey,” he said, brushing his fingers over her lips with his free hand.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” Blitz asked, looking between the two of them. “Do you both agree to share me?” She didn’t miss the way that they looked at each other, as if silently communicating with each other. “This is only going to work if you talk to me, guys,” she insisted.
“Or we could talk later,” Drifter said. “Right now, I think that Monster and I would like to show you how we feel.” She wanted to protest and tell them both that she wanted to make sure that they were all on the same page, but they started touching her, and she knew that forming words wasn’t going to happen.
“Shit, we didn’t think about getting her shirt off,” Monster said. She wore a black crop T-shirt and black leggings, not really knowing what to dress up as. Josie was trying to convince her to go as Cat Woman and to let her paint on whiskers and find her some ears, but she refused. Maybe she should have taken the teen up on her offer because standing between Monster and Drifter right now, she felt very underdressed. She made a mental note to run to the convenience store to find a quick outfit before the party got underway in a few hours.
Drifter looked down at her shirt, and the devilish smile on his face made her shiver. Blitz had no idea what he had planned, but she could have guessed that it would involve him tearing some form of clothing off her body as he had the night that they spent together. He grabbed a handful of her T-shirt and ripped the thin material up her body, exposing her breasts.
“Very resourceful,” Monster praised.
“Thanks,” Drifter growled. “Less talking,” he ordered as he kissed his way down her body to her breast. Monster seemed to understand the assignment as he did the same to her right side. Within just seconds, they both had her body so ramped up that she was sure it wouldn’t take much more to have her going off.They were finally giving her everything that she wanted, and she didn’t want to blow things again by making too many demands.
“You two are wearing way too many clothes,” she breathed, trying to rub herself on Monster’s big thigh.
“I can feel how wet you already are for us, baby,” Monster crooned. “We’ll get to the part where we get naked soon enough. Right now, we want to take care of you.” She mumbled something about the two of them trying to kill her, causing them both to laugh.
“You were the one who wanted the two of us together,” Drifter reminded.
“I know, and now I’m thinking that might have been a bad idea,” she whispered. She was teasing, but with the way both guys backed away from her, she could tell that they didn’t know that.
“Have you changed your mind, baby?” Monster whispered.
“No,” she insisted, “I just meant that the two of you together might be too much to handle, but I haven’t changed my mind.”
“Oh, honey,” Drifter drawled, “we are definitely too much to handle, but you get what you bargained for.” He was right, and the two of them together were just what she had bargained for. She wasn’t sure if she was a complete idiot or the smartest woman on the face of the planet, but she was about to find out.
“I want you both,” she confidently announced. Blitz leaned back against the desk, waiting for either of them to answer. The air felt thick around them, and she worried that they weren’t going to give her what she wanted—again.
The back office felt smaller than it actually was, walls closing in around them, thick with the muffled bass from the Halloweenparty starting in the clubhouse. The desk was scratched, the chair crooked, the air smoky—but she barely noticed. What consumed her was the way Drifter’s gaze pinned her in place, while Monster’s presence behind her made every inch of her skin prickle.
“Relax,” Monster murmured against her ear, his voice low and steady. His hands slid over her hips, tugging her back flush against the hard line of his body. The rough denim of his jeans pressed against her curves, leaving no doubt how badly he wanted her.
Drifter leaned in from the front, tattoos shifting as he trailed one finger from her throat down to the swell of her breasts, teasing at the edge of her top. “She’s trembling,” he said with a slow, wicked smile. “But not because she wants us to stop,” he said to Monster as though proud of the reaction that the two of them had gotten from her.
Her lips parted, breath shaky. “I—” It seemed as though the only sound she could make was the squeak that came from her lips. What was it about these two men that had her hot and nervous all at the same time?
The rest of what she planned on saying vanished into a gasp as Drifter kissed her, not rushed, not bruising, but deep and lingering. His tongue coaxed hers into a lazy rhythm that made her knees weak. At the same time, Monster dragged her hair gently to the side, his mouth finding the tender spot just below her ear. He kissed her, hot and unhurried, before sucking just enough to make her moan into Drifter’s mouth.
Two sets of hands explored her at once. Drifter slid his big hands down her body to find her nipples, rubbing them until they peaked tight and needy. Monster’s hands worked lower, splaying over her stomach before dipping beneath the waistband of her jeans, fingers brushing the edge of her panties. She archedbetween them, caught in their rhythm, surrounded by leather and heat.
“Tell us what you want,” Monster whispered, slipping his fingers lower until he found her damp heat through the thin lace. He pressed there, slow circles, making her body shudder with need.
“She doesn’t have to say a damn thing,” Drifter murmured, his mouth moving to her other breast, sucking the tight bud into his mouth while his hand teased the first. “Her body has already told us.”
“I need these handcuffs off,” Monster grumbled. He quickly found the key and unlocked the cuffs, freeing them. “Now I can use both hands,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows at Blitz, causing her to giggle.
Monster pushed her jeans down inch by inch, taking his time, letting the scrape of fabric heighten her anticipation. When his fingers slipped beneath the lace and finally touched her bare, wet skin, she cried out, clutching at Drifter’s shoulders for balance.
“That’s it,” Monster growled against her ear, sliding one thick finger inside her, curling it just right. “So wet for us.”
Drifter lifted his head, lips glistening. “Lean back on the desk,” he ordered softly. “Let us taste you.” Blitz couldn’t help but moan at the thought of them doing just that to her girl parts.
