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She nodded, not really thinking about another option. Not giving in to what she wanted from them wasn’t how she wanted things to play out.
Ghost’s lips brushed her neck, making her shiver. “And we say you’re ours tonight. Both of ours—together.”
Her knees nearly buckled when Jackhammer’s mouth claimed hers, hungry and rough, while Ghost’s hands slid around her waist, tugging her back against his hard body. The sensation of both men at once made her dizzy, overwhelmed, and her mind was blank except for the flood of heat pouring through her.
“God, you’re shaking,” Jackhammer growled against her mouth, pulling back just enough to see her. “Tell us to stop if you don’t want this, Angel.”
“I—” Her voice broke into a moan when Ghost’s teeth grazed her shoulder. “I don’t want you to stop.” That was all the permission they seemed to need.
Jackhammer lifted her off her feet like she weighed nothing, carrying her toward the room that Ghost rented above the clubhouse. Ghost followed close, his hands on her thighs as Jackhammer pushed into the room and laid her out on the bed. Both of them stripped out of their clothes, leaving tattoos and muscles bared just for her under the dim light.
Her breath caught at the sight of them. The two men—both gorgeous, both dangerous—looking at her like she was the center of their world and their next meal. Angel couldn’t help her shiver, anticipating what they were about to do to her.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, unable to stop herself.
Ghost chuckled low. “Holy shit is right. You don’t know what you’ve just agreed to.” She watched as he palmed his cock, shamelessly stroking himself as though putting on a show for her.
Jackhammer crawled onto the bed first, his massive body covering hers as his mouth devoured hers again. Ghost slid in beside them, his hand gliding up her leg, fingers tracing the inside of her thigh until she gasped. The feeling of both of them touching her at once—Jackhammer’s demanding kiss, Ghost’s slow, teasing strokes—left her trembling, writhing between them.
“Easy,” Jackhammer murmured, lips ghosting her ear. “We’re gonna take our time with you.”
“Or maybe not,” Ghost rasped, biting at her lip before kissing her again. “Been dying to bury myself in you since the second I laid eyes on you downstairs.”
They undressed her together, hands tugging, caressing, teasing until she was bare and flushed under their hungry stares. And then they worshipped her—Jackhammer’s mouth hot andrough on her chest while Ghost’s tongue teased lower, his fingers curling inside her until she cried out. Every nerve in her body lit with pleasure, her hands fisting in their hair, her voice breaking as she begged them both for more.
And when Jackhammer finally slid inside her, filling her so deep she sobbed his name, Ghost was there too—stroking her, kissing her, whispering filth and promises in her ear. They moved around her, against her, with her, until she didn’t know where one ended and the other began. They didn’t stop until she shattered again and again, their bodies driving her higher every time.
By the end, she was wrecked—sweaty, trembling, sprawled across the sheets with both men tangled around her.
Jackhammer kissed her temple, his voice raw. “Told you, baby. You’re ours.” For the night, her mind whispered in reply. They were words that she wasn’t willing to say out loud for fear that they’d get up and walk out on her. They had promised her the whole night, and she planned on collecting.
Ghost pressed his lips to her shoulder, his hand tight over her stomach. “Ours.”
Angel closed her eyes, tears pricking despite the bliss still humming through her. For once in her life, she didn’t feel like she had to fight anyone for attention. She was surrounded by it—consumed by it. And she never wanted it to end.
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Hex
Hex hated this time of year. Halloween was absolutely the worst, and this year, he planned on skipping the whole day. He had twenty-nine days to figure out how to do just that. Knowing Savage, it was going to have to be one good plan, too, because he wasn’t going to just let Hex miss out on the busiest night at the club.
Savage Hell was usually a busy place, but for some reason, on Halloween, all the members seemed to camp out at the club. It was a tradition that started years ago, and this year, Savage told all the guys that he expected them to show up, bring a date, and have a fucking good time. Of course, arguing with Savage wasn’t going to work out for him, but he had a few hang-ups with his club’s Prez’s demand. For one, Hex didn’t have a date. Hell, he didn’t date at all these days. Instead, he picked up women and fucked them, not meeting up with them a second time for fear that the women would become too attached. He'd figure out something because there was no way that he was going to spend Halloween partying with the Royal Bastards. He was going to sit at home in the dark so that none of the neighborhood kids would know that he was home but not handing out candy. The lastthing he needed was to have his house egged or toilet papered, as they had done a few years prior.
He tried to catch the little shits, but they were too fast for him. The next year, he sat in the dark, keeping a lookout for the little assholes, but they never showed up. It felt as though they were taunting him, but they probably had better things to do—like getting as much candy as possible before the night was over.
Hex decided to head down to Savage Hell before he had to report for duty at Redstone Arsenal. He loved that so many of the guys in the Royal Bastards were active and ex-military. His club’s Prez even worked at Redstone as a civilian. The guy was actually a fucking rocket scientist, and his husband, Bowie, was ex-military. They both met on the base, and Bowie liked to give him shit about not meeting anyone at Redstone after he had been there for over five years now. Hex didn’t bother telling his Vice Prez that he wasn’t really looking for anyone at the moment. If Bowie knew that, he’d tell Savage and those two would stick their noses in his business, and that was the last thing he needed. Why was it that people who were happy in a relationship always tried to set their friends up, hoping that they’d find the same happiness?
He parked his bike in the back of the lot, hoping to find Savage alone, but from the bikes parked back there, that probably wasn’t going to happen. Bowie stuck his head out of the back door and shouted for him to get his ass in the bar, and Hex wondered what the hell he was walking into. Hex ran to the back door as Bowie held it open for him.
“It’s about fucking time,” Bowie growled.
“What’s about fucking time?” Hex asked.
“You showing up here. I think that Savage needs to go to the hospital, but he’s being a stubborn ass. Would you mind watching the bar while I drag his ass into the ER?” Hex almostwanted to laugh at the mental picture of Bowie dragging his behemoth husband anywhere.
“What’s wrong with Savage?” he asked.
