Page 74 of Battered Moves

“Come on, baby,” Ryder urges. “You love getting fucked by both of us at the same time, so come for us.”

She gasps, and I feel her body tighten up, her pussy squeezing my dick as her orgasm triggers mine, electricity shooting down my back and thighs. I still, letting it ride out, while Ryder enters her once more before he grunts out his own relief.

Holy shit.That was the best orgasm I ever had.

Ryder has dropped his forehead onto Liv’s shoulder.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, echoing my thoughts.

“Twin sandwich,” Liv mutters.

I huff a laugh into her hair and pull away. Liv winces as Ryder pulls out of her as well. I set her down on her feet but have to support her again as her knees weaken, so I pull her up into a bridal carry.

“I think you broke her,” Jaxon says with a grunt.

“Never imagined watching you two fuck my girl would be so entertaining, but here I am,” Chase says with a snicker. I chuckle softly, pressing a tender kiss to Liv’s forehead.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I tell her.

As I carry her down the hallway, Ryder leads the way, opening the bathroom door for us. He turns on the faucet, adjusting the water to a warm temperature.

“Make it scorching hot, please,” I say. He raises an eyebrow at me but complies.

Once the tub is sufficiently filled, I step into it, holding Liv securely in my arms. I settle down into the water, shifting her in my lap so she can lean back against my chest. Ryder quickly cleans himself up at the sink and pulls on a pair of sweatpants that was tossed on the floor. They’re clearly his, given their location.

The steaming water is a bit harsh but tolerable, especially since Liv seems to enjoy it, her eyes closed as she sighs in contentment. Ryder takes a washcloth and begins to gently scrub Liv’s arms, while underwater, my hand strokes her thigh.

“I love you,” she murmurs, her words just above a whisper.

Ryder shares a glance with me, then leans in to plant a soft kiss on her temple.

“We love you too, baby,” he says.

I watch as Ryder’s gentle hands move carefully, the expression on his face one of pure concentration as a soft furrow forms between his brows.

My own hands continue their journey, stroking along Liv’s thigh, my fingers tracing soft patterns. It’s a quiet moment, one that feels almost sacred in its intimacy.

“Are you okay, Liv?” I ask quietly, my lips against the back of her head and my voice barely above the sound of water gently lapping against the tub.

“Mmm,” she hums in response, her eyes still closed. “Just keep doing that.”

I hear Ryder’s soft laughter, a sound that brings unexpected warmth to the small bathroom.

“You heard her, brother,” he says.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping,” I say with a smirk, keeping my hand moving in slow, comforting patterns.

Just a few moments later, her breath evens out and she falls asleep in my arms once more.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Liv

I’m getting ready in the guys’ bathroom. Gunner is coming in about ten minutes to go with me to campus. I feel a bit nervous about what’s going to happen with the reporters when he’s with me, but I saw how good he is at his job at the football game we went to, so I know he can keep me safe.

I still feel a slight ache as I step out of the bathroom and into the hallway, a smile crossing my face as I remember last night. The guys are all there, getting ready to leave themselves. They all turn to look at me as I walk in and my phone rings. Seeing Frank’s name on the display, my heart sinks. As I answer, I put the phone on speaker and meet the guys’ eyes.

“Frank, what’s wrong?” I ask, sensing trouble, given the early hour of his call.

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