Page 32 of Covert (Ruthless Love #2)

Chapter twenty-nine

Beckett

N ikki walks into the living room, looking down at her phone. "Hey guys, do you mind if Diesel comes over? I know we were going to do a movie night."

We've started introducing Nikki to all of our favorite movies. We sat down after she didn't pick up on the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference Axel threw her way a few weeks ago, and wrote down the ultimate list of essential movies to know.

Every evening, we make dinner together, eat, watch a movie, and then she and I do our touching practice, which usually ends a little x-rated, before she cuddles up with Axel. I've started sleeping in Axel's bed. Eventually, Nikki and he join me, and it's been nice to have another layer of comfort.

Tonight, we just finished dinner and were queuing up Lady and the Tramp when she went to check her phone. We really should get her a new one. What happens when that one breaks?

I defer the answer to Axel and Maddox. I don't mind. He seems like a decent-enough guy, and I know he's head over heels for Nikki, so I know he treats her right. That's all that matters to me.

Axel defers to Maddox. "I don't mind."

Twenty minutes later, we hear the telltale rumble of an engine.

We all greet him, some friendlier than others, before Nikki situates herself on the couch.

Axel sits next to her and tugs her into his side, pulling a blanket over both of their laps.

Maddox takes her other side possessively, so I sit on the floor in front of her.

She runs her fingers through my hair, and it feels so decadent that I suppress a moan.

And to think, only a few months ago, that touch would have sent me running.

"I see how it is," Diesel grumbles before taking one of the recliners, but there's no heat behind it.

I'm sure it must be hard for him to be the odd man out all of the time.

I wonder if he would move in here with us.

Is that allowed in a motorcycle club? At least he could hang out here more, if he wants to.

I pull Nikki's legs to hang over my shoulders, wanting to be close to her, to touch her as much as I can.

I hold one of her ankles gently, running my thumb back and forth under the anklet she still wears there.

I've been meaning to tell her she can take it off; that her presence brings me more peace and calm than I've had in a long time.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Nikki's knee twitches against my shoulder. I turn away from the TV to see that Diesel isn't watching. Instead, his full focus is on the woman behind me.

"Babe?" I ask, turning to see what's caught his attention.

Nikki's head is thrown back, eyes closed, her chest heaving. Axel's hungry look matches Maddox's as they both stare at her. That's when I notice movement under the blanket. I spin on my ass to face them fully, dragging the blanket with me.

Nikki's legs fall heavily onto the couch, and a moan slips past her lips.

Maddox has his hand up Nikki's shirt, while Axel has his hand up her skirt. How long have they been fondling her? God, right next to me, too. My eyes dart between them and Diesel. Should I leave? Should I stay? Diesel's just watching. How far is this going to go?

How far am I willing to watch ?

Will she let me?

Will she finally be mine?

Concerned, hooded brown eyes find mine. "Do you want this?"

God, even blissed out like this, and she's checking in with me and my comfort level.

I nod. "I want this. I want you."

Her hands cover Axel's and Maddox's, stilling them for a moment.

She takes a moment to look at each of us, a war raging in her head.

I know what she's thinking. Does she finally give in to all of this?

We've been exploring each other, all of us, sure, but she has one last tether keeping her from going all the way in. She's weighing that last line.

Can she give in? Or will she hold out?

Finally, her eyes find mine again and soften. A smile spreads across my face.

"You sure you want to do this with all of them here?"

I scratch my nails across the back of my neck. I hadn't thought about that. It's my first time. I'm going to blow my load in like two seconds. But then, they've all lost their virginity, too, so I'm sure they know what that's like.

We haven't talked about it, but I look at Axel and Maddox and confess, "It's my first time."

I watch realization and understanding cross both of their faces.

"That's cool, man," Axel says, reassuringly.

"Why don't we have Nikki suck you off first, while she rides Diesel's face. That way you'll last longer," Maddox suggests. Nikki's eyes darken, even as they drop to my pants.

"And what will you two do?" I ask .

"Wait for our turns," he replies, his voice dropping even lower and darker.

Nikki slides off the couch and onto her knees, running both hands up my chest. "Does that sound good?" she asks me, as if we're the only two people in the world. And I know that if it wasn't, this would stop in a heartbeat.

I stand, but grab a pillow from the couch and set it on the floor in front of the couch for her knees. If she's going to be kneeling, my girl better be comfortable.

I undo my jeans button and zipper and pull everything down to my ankles, before sitting back down on the couch.

Before Nikki can touch me, though, Maddox grabs her chin in his hand and turns her to face him, his face inches from hers.

"Don't make a mess of my couch, Nik, and make sure you swallow every drop."

Good, Lord. His command sends a wave of heat through my body just as much as her returning grin. "Yes, sir," she purrs.

"Diesel, get over here, on your back. Or are you not the type of man who eats pussy?" Maddox challenges, but I see it for what it really is. He's not worthy of playing with her if he's not willing to get a little messy.

"You tell him, pretty girl. Am I the type of man who eats pussy?" he taunts back, pushing up from the recliner and pulling his T-shirt over his head.

Her grin widens. "Like it's your job."

She widens her knees as she makes space for Diesel between them, before taking me in her hand.

She's sucked me off before, but every time feels magical.

Like the gift I know that it is. And it's not lost on me that the pleasure she brings me is only possible because of the heart of her.

Because of her trust, patience, and insistence that I'm a man worthy of being seen and taken care of.

And tonight, she's finally all in.

She gasps and groans at whatever Diesel's doing between her legs. Her forehead falls into my lap as a sexy moan escapes her lips.

"I think you're supposed to open your mouth first, darling," Axel teases.

Her small hands grip my thighs as she presses herself back up.

She grips my hot length in her hand and strokes it once, twice, before her eyes find mine and she kisses the tip.

Pre-cum stretches from my tip to her lower lip as she leans back, and my cock jumps.

I gather up her hair in my big hands and form a ponytail at the back of her head, keeping her hair out of her face.

Axel produces a scrunchy from somewhere, and I make the messiest, prettiest ponytail I've ever seen. She smiles softly at him in thanks before turning her attention back to me.

This time, she licks the tip, and I melt into the couch, waves of pure pleasure rolling through me.

She drags her warm, wet tongue from the base of me to the tip, flicking her tongue just beneath the head, causing me to jump again.

"I fucking love when she does that to me," Axel says. It should be weird that they're watching my dick, but it honestly isn't. They've seen me at my best and my worst. It makes sense they'd be a part of this, too.

She takes me to the back of her throat, and I groan. The warmth of her mouth, the slide of her tongue, is all too much. I won't last long. Maddox was right. I needed this to take the edge off .

Her panted breaths tickle my shaft when she pulls back, and I can only imagine what Diesel's doing to her. One hand finds my balls and squeezes them gently, and I'm thrust over the edge.

"C-coming, baby," I grunt in warning, having already forgotten what Maddox told her. Instead, she keeps me in her mouth, rope after rope of cum hitting her tongue and the back of her throat. Her eyes are pinched shut in concentration as she moans, her entire body taut like a bow. She's coming, too.

Fuck, she's beautiful like this. Pale cheeks flushed red, hair mussed, breathing hard, and riding through her pleasure.

Diesel slides from between her legs and wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, and she swallows and collapses into my lap, breathing hard.

I move a loose strand of hair from her sweaty forehead to behind her ear.

"How do you want to do this, baby?" I ask, my hand tenderly touching her cheek.

Glassy brown eyes find mine.

"Just like this," she says, her voice husky. She stands and strips naked, before stroking my still semi-hard dick back to life. I hold one round breast in my hand while I drop my head to the other, licking and stroking her nipples. She arches her back and holds my face to her chest.

When I release her, she drops one knee to the sofa next to my hip before the other follows, and she's straddling me like she was the first night we crossed that line.

I grip her hips and hold her in place. "Are you sure about this? "

Soft eyes find mine, and I see it there. The love, the surety there. Instead of answering, she kisses me, and I feel everything in this kiss. The promise, the future, the surrender. She's with us. She's not planning on leaving. And I fall even more in love with her.

She kisses me, even as she grips me in her hand again, and brings me to her entrance.

She's still soaked from Diesel's ministrations, but she drags herself up and down the underside of my shaft twice before bringing the tip back to the entrance.

She kisses me the entire time, and she slowly takes me in.

Her pussy feels amazing. Tight, warm, wet.

It's everything. It's heaven. And I never want to leave it.

She only breaks the kiss once she's fully sat on my thighs, taking me to the hilt.

She sighs, pressing her forehead against mine. "We good?"

I grunt my response, already feeling my heartbeat in my cock. Fuck, now I understand why the guys want her so much. She's everything I didn't know I needed.

She rests her hands on my shoulders, and so incredibly slowly, she rolls her hips in a circle.

I feel every ridge, every inch of her tight pussy squeezing my length like a vice.

Her eyes find mine, and she doesn't break the eye contact the entire time she rides me.

Slow, careful movements that let me feel everything.

It's intense, emotional, and vulnerable.

Even with the eyes of the other guys on us, my universe narrows down to the woman in my lap and the point of connection we have.

My orgasm builds slowly, but powerfully.

My gut tightens as I feel it growing. Pressure begins at my tailbone, shooting tingles and sparks up through my gut.

But she's not there yet. I drop my thumb to her clit and watch it with rapt fascination as two hands reach around her to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples.

In an instant, she squeezes around me, strangling my cock and crying out my name.

Her name leaves my breath on a prayer, so my orgasm barrels through me ruthlessly.

It's so intense, that my vision begins to blacken. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my chest, feeling hers heaving. I'm tethered to her, body and soul, as we catch our breaths and come back to reality.

Finally, as the sweat begins to cool, she lifts her head, takes my face in her hands, and kisses my cheeks, my nose, my lips, my forehead.

"Thank you," is all I manage to get out. My chest is full of so many emotions that it feels like it might burst. She doesn't reply. She just gifts me with a soft smile and another kiss. And it's all that's needed.