Page 20 of Crush & Byte (Grim Road MC #9)

“Very much,” I admitted, my eyes trailing over the defined muscles of his abdomen.

Crush was hard. All over. His body a testament to years of physical discipline, muscles flexed and bunched under his skin making my palm itch to caress every inch.

His cock was fully erect, jutting proudly thick and intimidating from a nest of dark hair.

I was already naked from my encounter with Byte, but standing there under Crush’s intense scrutiny made me feel suddenly self-conscious. He must have sensed my hesitation because he stepped forward, cupping my face in his large hands.

“You’re perfect,” he said simply, then bent to press his lips to mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss given the hunger radiating from him.

He guided me into the shower, the warm spray hitting my back as steam billowed around us. The glass enclosure, our own private world, insulated from everything except the occasional rumble of thunder that vibrated through the walls.

Crush reached for a bottle of soap, pouring some into his palm. “Turn around,” he instructed, his voice soft but commanding.

I did as he asked, facing the shower wall as his hands began to work the soap into a lather across my shoulders. His fingers massaged out knots of tension I hadn’t even realized were there. I sighed, leaning against him as he worked his way down my back.

“Relax, baby. Nothing happens that you don’t want to happen. And as much as I want to, I’m not going to fuck you here. I want to learn your body. And I want my own taste of you.”

Crush turned me to face him, his gaze finding mine as his hand slid between my thighs. “Still want this?” he asked, his finger tracing my entrance without quite pushing inside.

“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs slightly to give him better access. “Touch me.”

He captured my lips again as he slid two fingers inside me, his other arm wrapping around my waist to hold me steady. I moaned into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders for support. He worked me slowly when I began to rock against his hand.

“That’s it,” he encouraged against my lips. “Show me what you need.”

Crush had an intensity about him that Byte didn’t, but I knew it would be easy to be overwhelmed by Crush’s force of personality and his dominance if Byte didn’t temper him. One more reason I could see why they needed any relationship they had with a woman to have both their dynamics.

His fingers inside me, he moved his thumb to my clit with unerring accuracy. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, backing me against the shower wall for support as he dropped to his knees before me. “Hold onto me.”

I threaded my fingers through his wet hair as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely to him.

The first stroke of his tongue had me crying out, the sound echoing off the shower walls.

He was relentless, alternating between broad, flat strokes and pointed flutters that had me climbing toward another peak with shocking speed.

“Crush.” I tugged at his hair as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. “Oh, my God!”

“Do it,” he commanded, the words vibrating against my sensitive flesh. “Come all over my face, River.”

I came so hard it felt like I’d been hit by a train.

My scream wasn’t subtle, and I didn’t try to hold anything back.

My vision went white around the edges as my muscles seized and I came in a wet rush.

Crush held me upright with a strong grip on my thighs.

He worked me through it, gentling his touch on my clit as I came down from the incredible high.

When I could focus again, I found Crush watching me with something like reverence in his gaze. The vulnerability there gave me courage I didn’t know I possessed. I pushed off the wall, suddenly determined to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.

“Sit,” I directed, nodding toward the built-in bench along one wall of the shower.

Surprise flickered across his face, but he complied, settling onto the bench with his legs spread. I dropped to my knees between them, the warm water streaming down my back as I ran my hands up his thighs.

“River, you don’t have to --”

“I want to,” I interrupted, meeting his gaze directly. “I want to taste you, Crush. And later, I’m going to do the same to Byte. Not because I think I have to. Because I want this experience with everything in my entire being.”

His eyes darkened at my words, his dick twitching and pulsing. I wrapped my hand around his cock. A bead of moisture had formed at the tip, and I leaned forward to lick it away, savoring the salty taste of him.

Crush groaned, his hand coming to rest lightly on the back of my head.

Not pushing, just connecting. I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I established a rhythm that had his thighs tensing beneath my palms. The weight of him on my tongue, the slight pulse of his cock and the catch in his breath told me I’d hit the right spot on the sensitive underside of the head.

This was power. Power like I’d never imagined.

“Fuck, River,” he gasped, his voice strained. “So fuckin’ good.”

I hummed, the vibration making him curse again. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me now with gentle pressure that I found I liked. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size, rewarded by the broken moan that escaped him.

“I’m close,” he warned, trying to pull me back. “River --”

I tightened my grip on his thighs and looked up at him, meeting his gaze with my own. I sucked him as deep as I could, my hand working what I couldn’t. His eyes widened, then closed in surrender and I sighed happily.

The second I did, Crush came with a strangled groan that seemed torn from deep in his chest. His body stiffened. His cock pulsed against my tongue. I swallowed, sucking until he tugged me up, pulling me into his lap to kiss me deeply, seemingly unbothered by the taste of himself on my lips.

“Fuckin’ perfect, River. You’re absolutely fuckin’ perfect.”

I smiled against his mouth, a sense of satisfaction that went beyond the physical warming me from the inside out. “So are you.”

The water had begun to cool, but I barely noticed, wrapped in the warmth of Crush’s arms, his heartbeat thundering against mine.

Crush reached behind me to shut off the shower, stepping out first and grabbing a thick towel from the rack.

Rather than handing it to me, he opened it wide, beckoning me into its warmth.

I stepped into his arms, letting him wrap the soft cotton around my shoulders as water dripped from my hair.

Crush dried me with meticulous care, his touch soothing. Throughout it all, his touch remained reverent, almost worshipful, as if drying me off was the most important task in the world. For a man of his size and obvious strength, the gentleness he showed was all the more meaningful.

Once I was dry, he quickly ran the towel over his own body, far less careful with himself than he had been with me. His movements were efficient, practical, with none of the lingering attention he’d given me. When he was done, he dropped the towel into a small hamper by the sink.

“Come here,” he said, opening his arms to me again.

I stepped into his embrace without hesitation, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against my cheek.

“You need some time to yourself? Because I’m good to take you back up to that king-size bed in the loft and go back to sleep with you guys.

But if you need time, I’ll stay down here.

You can send Byte down too, if you want. ”

“No. I think I’d like it if we all slept together. We can figure out what to do tomorrow.” I smiled up at him. There was another small night-light in the bathroom that cast some illumination so I couldn’t see him clearly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Crush took my hand and led me back up to the loft.

Byte sat up in bed, his back against the headboard.

I could see the intent way he focused on us once we’d reached the top.

He tracked our movement across the room, taking in my damp hair, flushed skin, the way I curled trustingly against his brother’s chest. And how naked we both were.

“Everything good?” he asked, his gaze moving between us.

“Perfect,” Crush answered, the single word carrying a weight of meaning that made Byte’s lips curve into a knowing smile.

“River?” Byte’s eyes found mine, questioning.

“More than good,” I assured him.

Crush picked me up only to lay me down in the middle of the bed. Byte immediately reached for me, his fingers brushing a strand of damp hair from my face with casual intimacy.

“Missed you,” he said, his voice light yet sincere.

“Christ, Byte.” Crush chuckled. “You sound like a lovesick sap. Besides, she was in good hands,” Crush said, climbing onto the bed on my other side.

“I am a lovesick fool,” Byte said with a wink at me. “I’ll never deny it.”

There was something profoundly intimate about lying between them like this, more vulnerable somehow than the physical acts we’d shared.

Byte slid down to lie beside me, propping himself on one elbow to look down at my face. On my other side, Crush mirrored his position, creating a cocoon of warm male bodies around my smaller frame.

Without speaking, they seemed to organize themselves around me.

Byte pulled me against him so I was draped over his chest. Crush moved closer to me so I felt the heat from his body at my back.

He rested his hand on my back at my waist, stroking my sensitive skin.

One heavy thigh slid between mine. I figured it was Byte’s, but exhaustion made it impossible to know for sure.

Or even care about it, really. It should have felt crowded, overwhelming, but instead, it was perfect, puzzle pieces snapping together.

“Comfortable?” Crush murmured against my ear, his breath warm on my neck.

I nodded, too content for words. The combined heat from their bodies soon seeped into my tired muscles and I lay nestled securely between them.

“Go to sleep, honey,” Crush murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” I asked, already feeling myself drifting toward sleep, my body exhausted from our activities and the emotional revelations of the day.

“Promise,” both men answered in unison, their voices blending into a harmony that followed me down into dreams.

As consciousness slipped away, a profound sense of peace settled over me. For the first time in my life, I’d found my reason to stay. Two reasons. And as unconventional as it might be, this was where I belonged.