Unbridled and Unjustified [The Double Rider Men's Club 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“Who’s shooting at us?” she asked. The fear in her own voice was unmistakable.

Troy lifted his face enough to gaze into her eyes. “I don’t know. But I promise that I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Ava resisted the urge to sigh like a lovesick girl greeting the boy she had a crush on. It had been a really long time since she could depend on someone else for anything. “Thank you.”

She should be frightened out of her mind, and to some degree she was, but damn, he smelled really good. And she couldn’t seem to tear her focus very far away from the gorgeous dimples bracketing his mouth. She wanted to lick them in the worst way. His close proximity took the terror of her situation and thrust it away to deal with at a much later time along with the sudden loss of Marisol, Javier, and her house.

The warmth of his protection allowed her to melt a bit. He felt so incredibly good. It had been so long since she’d been smashed against a man in such an intimate fashion. Well, with the exception of the short time with Declan. But that had been so quick. She hadn’t realized how much she missed intimate human connection. She’d been away from men too long, apparently.

It was probably a good thing they were running for their lives, or she’d instigate something wicked with the man currently protecting her with his whole amazing body. And if Declan wanted to watch from the rearview mirror, all the better. How sexy would
that
be? Fucking a stranger in the back of an SUV while his friend, the other handsome stranger, watched them as he drove them away from an explosion with gunfire following in their wake. What a rush.

Would Declan then want a turn? Her eyes popped open in surprise. Where was this coming from? Everything in her world was now fucked to the max, and as a result all of her wicked fantasies had apparently been let loose into her mind to soothe her. All at the same moment that she met these two intriguing men.

Declan was equally attractive. Given the choice of only one of them, she likely wouldn’t be able to decide which one turned her on more. She enjoyed verbally sparring with Declan as much as she enjoyed being in close contact with Troy. Too bad that she couldn’t be afforded the opportunity to take turns with each of them. Her pussy pulsed with need at the very thought.

Life was short, and unexpected things happened for no reason. If she got the chance, she was going to act out her fantasies and worry about everything else later.

Another volley of gunfire sounded from behind them and doused any more arousing feelings. They were in trouble. She should stop lusting after these men as if something might actually happen between them. It was highly unlikely, but not for lack of desire on her part.

Ava absorbed the protection of his body. She suddenly remembered something. “If I still had my shotgun, I could hang out the back window and return fire. Maybe they’d quit following if we gave them a return volley.”

Troy grinned, and his dimples made another appearance, drawing her focus to his face. She had to hold in a sigh. “Sorry. Pretty sure we left the shotgun behind in your driveway.”

She shrugged and smiled, trying not to embarrass herself as she contemplated what dimples tasted like.

A few turns later and Declan slowed down. “They’re falling back. I think we’re free of them.”

Troy didn’t shift off her when he asked, “Was it the vehicles headed for her house? How could they have caught up so fast?”

“No. It wasn’t anyone from the woods we came through. Might have been the farmer of the field we strayed next to for a bit.”

Ava could confirm that. “Probably Mr. Dorset. He really hates trespassers.”

Declan huffed. “Does he chase them and shoot at them on a regular basis?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact he does.”

“The local law allows it?”

Ava smiled. “Guess so since no one has ever reported him. At least not in the past year since I’ve lived here. I suspect that all the other trespassers were out and about doing things they shouldn’t be doing. They must have scattered and moved on instead of stopping to report him.”

Troy shifted off of her a bit, and she hated to see him go. He lifted his magnificent body from her and worked on sitting up. She didn’t know what came over her, but as they both rose, she kept moving in his direction. Once they were both upright again, and before she realized her own intent, her lips were locked onto Troy’s, and she was licking her way gleefully into his mouth. He didn’t protest. After a few seconds, he participated with gusto.

His hands came up to cradle her face gently. Her thumbs brushed the places where dents appeared as Troy smiled. She slipped her arms around his neck for a firmer lock, and to keep him from getting away before she was finished. She didn’t know how long the kiss went on, but she wasn’t the one who ended it. Troy pulled away first. He looked surprised. A glance toward the front seat and she saw that Declan watched them with supreme interest in the rearview mirror. He’d probably seen the whole kiss. The idea that Declan watched them kiss so enthusiastically aroused her to an entirely new level. If she got a chance, she was kissing Declan, too.

When she turned back to Troy, her lips lightly brushed the barest edge of his end-of-day whiskery chin. She kissed the place she’d come in brief contact with. His rough stubble tingled her lips. Then she kissed the space next to his mouth. One heartbeat later their lips were mashed together, and they were kissing like they never planned to stop. One muscular arm slipped around her shoulders to clutch her tight.

The vehicle slowed to a stop, and Ava pulled away first this time. What was she thinking? The subsequent grin on Troy’s face said he didn’t care what she was thinking. He moved quickly and pressed another kiss to her mouth. His arm still around her shoulder, Troy released her from the kiss and turned to Declan. “We need to find a secure room for the night. Do you know of any place around here, or do I need to make a call and find somewhere for us to go?”

Declan had stopped at the T to a lonely county road. He glanced right and then left. “I know of a cheap motel a few miles away. It isn’t fancy, but it’s clean. Plus, we can hide our vehicle behind the structure away from the main road for the night in case anyone’s looking for us. But it will be only steps from our door if we need to leave in a hurry.”

“Good. Let’s head there. Get a room. Pretend you’re alone. We’ll hide here in the backseat out of sight until you take us around back to park. Then we’ll sneak in after you.”

Declan nodded and turned left onto the narrow blacktop road. Troy turned back and put his mouth on Ava’s, stroking his tongue between her lips as if he’d never stopped kissing her. She turned sideways, and her knee hit the seat back. He pushed her slowly down to the surface of the backseat cushion. This time her body was open to his. She shifted her leg to allow him to settle his hips between her thighs, if he wanted to. Their kiss intensified. As if it hadn’t been amazing before, the kiss suddenly turned volcanic.

Ava couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on that she wanted to strip naked in front of strangers to feed her rapacious desires. But that was exactly how she felt. Troy shifted his body so she wasn’t trapped against the cushion.

His hand slid slowly up her side from hip to torso. She sent a mental message to please play with her breast. The carnal kiss continued. His sensual, amazing mouth rubbed and tasted her lips as if he couldn’t get close enough. Her nipples tingled at the mere prospect of his touch. She arched her back forward, pushing her breasts closer to give him whatever silent permission he needed.

Ava heard moaning and realized she was the one making noise. Distracted by her embarrassment, she was suddenly surprised when Troy’s hand clamped over one breast. Her nipple came to attention against his palm. He flicked his thumb over the sensitive bud, and another moan escaped from her throat.

Hands buried in the soft tendrils of his hair, Ava raked her nails along his scalp. Troy’s body had hovered over her up to now, but suddenly he pressed his hips between her open legs. The decadent feel of his huge cock burrowing between her thighs sent a pulse of lust straight to her pussy. She wanted to have sex more than she wanted to keep breathing.

A gush of moisture shot into her panties in readiness. The idea that his cock was hot, hard, and capable of immediate penetration sent her arousal zooming sky-high. She curled her hips and pushed her pussy against his rigid cock. He responded with a few thrusts until Ava was convinced she might not need to take her clothes off to experience the best orgasm ever.

They moved in tandem, kissing and rubbing against each other until she wanted to fuck him repeatedly. She’d never felt so crazy good or aroused before this unexpected backseat make-out encounter.

“Keep your heads down. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Declan said and opened his car door. Noises of the night in the form of nearby highway traffic and the buzz of a streetlight above the car filtered into her lust-saturated brain before the door closed again, and the quiet resumed.

Ava broke the kiss.
Damn
. She hadn’t even felt the car slow down or stop. A narrow shaft of light from the vehicle’s dim overhead light illuminated a small place in the backseat and also part of Troy’s face.

He drew back a few inches. He stared down into her eyes. He looked as hungry as she felt. Both of them panted.

“Are we stopping?” he asked in a whisper.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to.” She wanted sex. Soon. Now. The euphoric feeling she had pushed out any thoughts of practical reasoning. This was crazy. Outrageous. And she wasn’t stopping until she was satisfied.

He grinned.
Oh, my, those delicious dimples.
“Good. Neither do I.” His lips captured hers in sensual abandon once more. The acute arousal in her body picked up the beat as if they’d never stopped. He kissed the corner of her mouth and then kissed her cheek.

He pulled away again. “Unbutton your shirt.”

With trembling hands she quickly did as he asked. When she finished and opened her shirt to him, he smiled. “I love front-closure bras.” He nodded at her. “Undo it for me. I want to see you.”

She complied. Ava had never felt so utterly sexy and desirable in her life. She pulled the cups away so he could see her bare breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath the moment she was revealed.

His head dipped down toward one nipple. “Beautiful,” he whispered and took the pert bud into his mouth. Her back arched in bliss the moment he sucked her nipple deeply between his lips. The ripe pleasure of his suction made her mindless with arousal. Ava wanted to climax. Soon. She also wanted his cock buried all the way inside her pussy when she did.

“Ohmigod. Ohmigod,” she chanted over and over. Her body was ablaze in vibrant sexual sensations.

The driver’s door opened again, and Declan climbed in. “Stay down.”

Even the sudden intrusion didn’t dampen her lust. Ava was in some dream world where she had to complete this tryst or die trying. Troy lifted his head from her breast and kissed her mouth again. His tongue darted between her lips hard and fast then slow and seductive until Ava didn’t know if she’d be able to leave the vehicle without being satisfied first. The best she could do was not moan, pant, or scream in pleasure while Declan moved the vehicle.

Seconds later, Declan opened his door again. “We’re in number seven. Let me get inside the room first. I’ll leave the door unlocked for the two of you.”

Troy lifted his mouth from her long enough to say, “Got it.” Then he put his luscious lips back in place as if he’d never left. His palm brushed her bare breast again. His fingers teased and pulled her dampened nipple. The driver’s door slammed shut.

Another pulse from her pussy made it difficult to stop the pleasure train, but her rational brain made a sudden appearance on the tracks.
What in the hell am I doing?

She broke the kiss this time. “What are we doing?”

“Kissing like I’ve never experienced before in my lifetime. Why? What do you want to be doing?” He stared down into her face with a lusty smile firmly in place. His fingers never stopped teasing her nipple.

“The kisses are amazing, but should we go inside?”

He lifted up a few inches and looked out the window. He nodded. “If you want to. Sure. I think we’re safe. No one is out there to see us.” His hand moved from her breast. He then lifted up and away from her body until his back nearly caressed the inside roof of the SUV. Ava sat up and looked around. Troy shifted to a seated position beside her. She took pride in the fact that he seemed a little out of breath. She quickly hooked her bra together and buttoned her shirt.

The hallway closet key that she always kept on a chain around her neck slid into her view. She’d forgotten she still wore it. Ava stifled a sad sigh that she didn’t need it anymore, pushing the ache back out of her heart.
Later, I’ll deal with it later
.

Declan had parked in an alley and backed up to a brick wall. Through the front windshield she saw number seven’s motel door directly across from them. It was ajar. Waiting for them to come in. Would they finish what they started? Would Declan watch?

Why am I making out in the backseat with a stranger?
The answer was easy. Her house had exploded. She had nothing. However, she’d been so lonely and hating to admit that she missed the comfort of a man’s touch. Marisol and Javier had sidetracked her loneliness for a time, but now they were gone, too.