Page 83 of Bonded By Christmas
Callum comes to kneel next to Lacey, and he reaches over, teasing her clit. “You gonna fuck her or what?” The hoops in his lip and nose glint in the light as he taunts me with a condescending smile.
I move my hands to Lacey’s hips, pulling her ass cheeks apart with my thumbs. It completely changes the feel of the position, and she moans loudly. It’s muffled by Wilder’s cock in her mouth, but somehow the thought only spurs me.
Bucking up into her as much as I can when we’re locked together, I tell myself to stay focused in the moment. It wouldalso be nice if she didn’t end the night covered in bruises that I’ll have to feel like shit about tomorrow. I let up on my hold, brushing my fingers over her soft skin.
She eventually finds her rhythm, rocking on her knees to force her pussy over my throbbing length at the same time she sucks Wilder like her life depends on swallowing a belly full of his cum.
I frown, realizing my hands are still covered in one of those asshole’s blood. Possibly both, now that I think about it.
“Come on, pretty girl. Embarrass them both at once.” Callum’s hand brushes my balls as he squeezes her pussy, and Lacey’s euphoria rips through the bond.
It ricochets into me with no warning, and I don’t have a chance of holding out. My knot pulses, swelling slightly as my cock empties deep inside her. My vision goes hazy, and I can’t even tell if this is real.
Hell, maybe they took my ass out in the ring.
A low growl rattles out of Wilder’s chest, making it sound like he lost the battle too.
Jesus.
How the hell did we get so lucky?
Lacey curls up in my lap in the back of the car with her feet hanging over toward Wilder. He wraps a hand around her ankle, smiling softly.
My instincts scream to growl and snarl, but she’s content, welcoming the touch.
Callum sits across from us with his back toward the front of the vehicle. I only sit in that row of seats when I have to. I find it disorienting, and it makes me carsick.
He kicks my foot and smiles. “You gonna thank me now?”
“Thank you?” I scoff.
If I could have gotten my hands on him earlier, I would have ripped him in two.
“Yeah, fucker. A thank you for ensuring you survived would be appropriate,” Callum says, laughing.
“Pretty sure I did that myself,” I grumble, soothing my hand up and down Lacey’s side.
“If things got questionable, I was going to strip out of every stitch of my clothing,” she mumbles sleepily. “Trust me, my dancing skills are so bad it would have been the perfect distraction.”
“Little one,” I growl, smacking her ass in warning. “No one else gets to see you like that.”
Callum snorts.
Wilder even gets in on the action, chuckling softly.
I tease my hand over Lacey’s butt, gently rubbing away the ache. But she didn’t seem to mind the playful swat.
“I appreciate you having a plan to come to my rescue.” Leaning down, I kiss her temple.
Wilder moves around in his seat, digging for something. “It’s Patrick. He’s probably looking for an update.” He sighs, answering the call. “This is Wilder.”
There’s some huffing and puffing coming from his direction that leads me to believe the other MC members didn’t just decide to let tonight stand.
Callum hisses out a breath, muttering, “Oh, fuck.”
My head tilts as I try to pick up what’s being said on the call, but his hearing must be better than mine.
“Yes, well then, it appears we’re both complicit. Does it not?” Wilder asks into the phone, but he stretches out a foot, kicking the shit out of Callum’s shin. “I say we both stay silent andsee how everything plays out. There’s nothing that can be done tonight, anyway.”
