Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2) by Sam Hall (sight word readers TXT) 📕

feeling I’d described so eloquently to Micah the night before grew and transmuted into a need for more. A little moan escaped my lips, met by a low chuckle from the two men beside me, but not Mason. His eyes met mine for way too long. Thank fuck the road was straight and empty, but it took us starting to veer off for him to drag them away.

“You said you were gonna get me off multiple times,” I growled out. “How about we start with one?”

More chuckles, but those hands moved closer to where I needed them, my head landing on the headrest behind me, my eyes closing. More circles, but much tighter ones now. One did lazy loops around my clit, skirting the sensitive nub, but the movement was enough to pull at the hood, making me gush. Another hand was there to collect that, circling my entrance, dipping in slightly before ringing it over and over.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t wanna be a nix anymore,” I sobbed. “I’m fucking horny all the time, and I’ve got five mates who never give me what I want.” I stiffened as a smaller circle was drawn much lower, around my arse. “And you guys won’t let up on the butt stuff.”

“You say you don’t want it,” Micah rumbled against my neck. “And if you don’t want to take us there, we won’t push, but…” I tensed, feeling two fingers push inexorably deeper inside my cunt. His little finger brushed the ring of muscle below, and my pussy clamped down tight. “But your reactions, they say you like this. Your cunt is strangling my fingers. I want to push another one in, but I can’t, not until you relax.”

At his words, the death grip inside me released, only to be rewarded by another finger. “I’m thinking a couple of flicks from Dec’s fingers and you’d be coming all over my hand, coating my palm with your sweet slick…” Dec’s hands moved just as Micah described, my spine tightening in response. I let out one, two, three little pants in rapid succession, and then a rush of pleasure, of a deep down ache of a good kind, of relief, of my body going tight, tight, tight, then endlessly loose. And then affection, deep and abiding, as I collapsed back against the seat, the mess of kisses the two of them bestowed upon me lulling me into submission.

“Goddess…” I sighed, rolling my head to look at Declan. “That felt amazing.”

“I’m glad.” He pressed a slow kiss against my lips. “You’ve got a day of this, of pampering our girl, treating her like the queen she is. It’s what we had planned before you got…” I reached down and took his hand as his bright smile faded. “I didn’t want to leave, but now it seems right. We’re taking back what’s ours, what Nance tried to take.”

Our eyes rolled sideways when we heard the noisy sound of Micah sucking his fingers. There was something of an animal about him, as if his beast was closer to the surface, but he was my beast, I realised.

“Next gush I’m gonna rub on my dick,” he said.

“This is about her pleasure, not yours,” Mason said.

“I’m not gonna get off, but I want her on me. I don’t have her mark yet.” He grabbed my hand between damp fingers, set the nails to the skin of his collarbone, and dragged them down. “But I’ll take that until she does.”

“You’re bolder now,” I said, trying to move my legs, but each man held me firm.

“We don’t mark women, they mark us, but I gotta admit, I like the sight of my bite on you. You’re mine now, that’s what makes me bolder.”

He leant in and kissed me definitely, thoroughly.

“I wanted to go slow, give you a chance to get to know me, to choose me, but…” His eyes danced with devilry. “I ain’t sad with the way things went. Now I get to introduce you to the real me.” His head cocked to the side as he brushed his fingers across my lips, watching them part. “The part that came up with a thousand horny scenarios when you came to town, who stroked his dick raw thinking about you. There’s something savage in you, once the gloves come off, just as there is in me.” His eyes rolled upwards. “I wanna be there when she comes out.” His gaze shifted to Declan. “Let’s get her going again.”

“Fuck, this is gonna be a long trip,” Mason grumbled.

“Where’s Mason going?” Zack asked when we all got out at a service station. He was filling his car while Declan did ours. Mason had tossed him the keys and strode inside.

“Toilet, I think,” I said and took off after him. I was sticky, sore, and desperate for a wee, so I went through the sliding doors, meeting him as he grabbed the toilet key.

“What do you need, Paige?” Mason was trying for polite, but I could hear the frustration seething there.

“Same thing you do,” I said, plucking the key and walking out the door.

“What? Fuck… Look, I just need—”

“I know exactly what you need.” My eyes jerked down where he’d tried to hide his raging boner beneath the untucked hem of his flannel shirt, but I knew. When I met his eyes, I saw my confirmation. Mason was dying to get off. “I guess we both better be quick.”

I walked around the side of the building and unlocked the door, glad to see it was relatively clean. A unisex bathroom, it just had two stalls, so I pocketed the keys and went in one, hearing the other stall door slam open. It was a little weird, taking a piss where he could hear it, but the sound of his zip being ripped down, the frantic little noises of him fishing out his cock, the long groan he made when he took himself in hand vanquished any performance anxiety, because another much more spectacular one was