Page 61 of Ruthless

The morning lightstreamed in across the lovers, who lay tangled in sheets damp with sweat and smelling strongly of hot sex.

“What a wild night with my two lovers,” she said happily. She lay on her side between them, her hand stroking Ronan’s chest while her other rested behind her to curve around Jett’s hip. Her fingers played with a scar Ronan had told her was from a gunshot. One day she’d get him to tell her the story of each of his scars, since Ronan had quite a few more than Jett.

Ronan smiled at her as Jett chuckled against her neck. “This morning wasn’t so bad either, you crazy, gorgeous woman.”

She blushed at the reminder that as amorous as he’d been in the night, she was the one who’d wakened him and then Jett, practically demanding they take her again. She hadn’t had to convince them too hard, though.

Now she lay beside them, feeling wistful and wondering what lay ahead.

“I called you and you came. From the bus, I mean.”

“Of course we came.”

“You protected me. You both risked your life for me.”

“You and Kayla,” said Ronan.

“Any time,” Jett whispered, lips tickling her shoulder. “We’d like to protect you for the rest of your life.”

“And take me for rides on your motorcycles.”

“All over the continent,” said Ronan.

“Canada?” she teased.

“Canada and even Alaska,” said Jett.

Ronan trailed his fingers down her hip, heading toward her pussy. “Or we could go south, take a ride to Baja and camp on the beach.” He stroked her clit for a moment. “Hell, if you take time off, we could ride all the way to South America. We have forever, after all.”

She stared into his eyes as Jett shifted behind her to start kissing her shoulder. “Forever?”

“Forever,” said Jett against her skin.

“And you’d protect me?”

“Forever,” said the men simultaneously.

“And you would make love to me?”

“Forever, except when I’m fixing motorcycles.”

“Or when I’m restoring,” said Jett with clear amusement in his tone. “I’m good, though. I can probably figure out how to do both at the same time.”

She laughed.

“The real question is, will you let us protect you forever?” asked Ronan, his heart in his eyes.

“Except when you’re fixing motorcycles or restoring them,” she said with a hint of sass. “Maybe I will. For sure right now, and I’ll certainly think about that forever part with both of you. I’ll give you guys a chance to convince me. I have a few days off, and the two of you can use them to show me what it might be like to be surrounded by protection and lots of sex.” She thought of the club. She’d met a few of the members now, but she still hung onto a stereotype that she had to put to rest. “I want to get to know the rest of your life. I’ve never seen your garage or met most of your friends.”

Jett must have read her mind. “We’ll take you to the clubhouse. Kayla and I can show you around, but I’ll let her tell you the gossip. She knows more about the people than I do.”

“When she isn’t working on motorcycles.”

“Of course.”

“They all find me more charming than him, so I know more than Ronan,” said Jett with a hint of teasing.

She turned her head. “If we do this forever thing, will you have to change your name?”

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