Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(14)

“Ryder? Stay the fuck on your side,” Blake sneers. I hear Ryder laugh.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Fuck, I am really doing this. Blake turns my head towards him and whispers against my lips, “Take off the blind fold, Vicky.” I swiftly take it off, and look at both sexy men sitting on either side of me. I smile and Blake smiles back at me, and I think I melt a little. Not good at all. Blake runs his thumb over my bottom lip, before taking me into his mouth. I am getting lost in Blake’s kiss, when I feel another hand run over my nipple. I arch my back, wanting more of everything, when I feel a second set of hands down on my core. Getting to work, I reach for Blake first almost as a reflex; I pause and reach up to Ryder instead, kissing him while Blake makes his way down my legs. I take hold of Ryder’s cock and start pumping it slowly, rubbing his wet, slick tip all over with my thumb to add lube. Blake stops, picks me up and flips me over on to my tummy with an added slap to my ass. Now I am face down, ass up. I hear a condom rip open while he still plays with my clit from behind, and I find myself pushing into his hand, working myself up. I glance up to Ryder who is now directly in front of me, so I grab his dick in my hand, beginning to swallow him deep down into my throat. Just as I start licking around him, Blake slams into me from behind in one hard thrust, I scream out from the raw pleasure as Ryder takes my hair, wraps it around his wrist; and fucks my mouth. I have never felt so turned on; I never want it to end. My body has other plans though it seems, as a few deep thrusts later, the evidence of my orgasm is dripping down Blake’s thick cock; and a few seconds later, I feel Ryder’s cock pulse down my throat, along with Blake’s. I flop down on to my stomach, physically exhausted from tonight. I forgot about our audience, but I do not want to move. I hear both of the boys chuckle as they are getting their jeans on. “What?” I ask. Shit, the sight I have in front of me, both of them standing there with nothing but their jeans on? It’s a sight to see.

“Nothing babe, you’re a good time,” Ryder replies after pulling his top down.

“Remember that, because it will be your only time,” Blake replies with a hint of humour in his tone. I look over to the people that are watching us; there are three girls sitting, looking at us on a huge sofa. One, I notice, is without a partner; and she seems to be sneering, with an evil look directed right at me. I get off the bed and put my clothes back on in record time. By the time I am finished, this girl has drilled holes into my head with her stares.

“Do you have a problem?” I ask her bluntly, I am in no mood to deal with anyone’s shit.

She walks up to me, curling my hair behind my ear until I pull my head away from her, “Oh sweetie, you think Blake cares about you? The only girl he has ever cared about is me,” she laughs before walking out of the room. I look over to Blake who is standing there motionless, and emotionless. “Who was that?” I ask, pointing to the now empty area that it was standing in. One of the other girls comes up to me. “Hi, I’m Megan, I’m with Tommy, the bass player,” she says all bouncy and chirpy, pointing over to Tommy; who is a big gorilla sized man with long hair. Under other circumstances, I would talk to her but not right now, right now I need words with Blake. “Blake? Who was that?”

Tommy steps in, looking at me. “Corrin, aka Blake’s ex-girlfriend, aka co-owner of this club,” he smirks around the neck of his bottle. Looking back at Blake, I see his face is still blank, probably expecting me to go 100 shades of crazy on his ass; instead, I laugh.

“Blake, chill. At least the bitch saw me naked. I know you have a huge past; I will never hold that against you.” He swings his head around to me, a small, proud smile on his lips; he walks up to me and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Are you even real?” he asks as he starts kissing down my neck, moaning. He just fucking moaned against my neck. My body is instantly alert and in desperate need of him again. “Let’s go,” he says as he takes my hand in his. We are walking out the door when Ryder yells out, “Vicky? Your phone, darling.” I walk back over to him and take my phone, but he does not give it to me straight away; instead, he looks deep into my eyes and smirks. Jesus, I have seen enough hot men to last me a lifetime… in my spank bank they go. “There is an extra number in there,” he says, letting my phone go and winking at me. I turn around and go to walk back out the door, trying not to think too much into his comment. “You good?” Blake asks as we are walking back outside. “Yep, I’m good. So tell me, is this going to be a regular thing for us?”