Page 49 of Never Dance with the Devils (Never Say Never #6)

KAYLA

T here’s going to be fallout from what happened tonight, and dealing with the complications of that mess will land on my desk soon, but the still churning adrenaline partnered with the unexpected opportunity to go home with Riggs and Maddox feels like the biggest victory of all and I’m flying high.

By the time we bust through my front door, we nearly tumble to the foyer floor in an ungraceful attempt to keep our hands on each other. Both Brent’s clumsy insults and David Jessup’s patent are long forgotten, replaced with a need to touch and be touched.

I’ve become one of those annoying clichés where the white knight steps in to save the damsel in distress and she thanks him by dropping to her knees.

Except I was never in distress and I’m most definitely not the one falling to the floor. That would be Maddox as he gets on his knees, not to apologize again but for the prize he’s definitely earned.

I gasp as his hands grip my thighs to push my skirt up.

A shiver runs over my skin as his thumb grazes over my clit through my soaked panties.

A soft whimper fills the air as his touch is replaced by hot breath.

I want to melt into the pleasure, but Riggs catches my face in his big hands, forcing my attention to him.

“Kayla.” His voice is silky gravel, demanding. I blink through the haze clouding my vision and when I focus, I can see that he’s pained. “I wanted to kill that man with my bare hands for what he said to you.”

He’s telling the truth. It’s as clear as day in his eyes, and though he did no such thing, the guilt is there all the same.

In my preoccupation with Maddox being the one to actually throw a punch, I kind of forgot to consider Riggs’s reaction to Brent’s words.

And now, he’s warning me about some perceived darkness inside him, but to me, it sounds familiar, and wanted.

He matches my own aggressive tendencies, just in a much different form.

I channel them into cutthroat negotiations while he sticks to hockey, but tonight was an almost dangerous detour from that for the both of us. For all of us.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t or you wouldn’t be here with me now,” I whisper, “and I want you here with me.” I follow the words with a kiss, opening for him immediately as our passion ignites.

I feel hands all over me, and I don’t know if they’re Maddox’s, Riggs’s, or my own, but together, we’re working our clothes off, dropping them carelessly to the floor at our feet.

The feel of their warm skin against mine is heaven and I let my fingers dance over the hills and valleys of their arms… their abs… and lower.

My mind becomes… singular.

Need.

Want.

More.

Everything.

Something changed tonight. I feel wild in the way I did that first night with them, when I was anonymous and free, except now, I’m known… and free. It’s a powerfully heady combination, a recklessness that comes only from the safety net Riggs and Maddox can provide.

I want to fly. I want to be pinned down. I want to be fucked until my body can’t take any more, and then fucked again. I want to be worshiped divinely. I want to feel everything, experience all that I can. I want to blot out the world and exist only in the pocket we create.

My hips buck as the emptiness inside me aches, needing relief. “Fuck me,” I moan as Maddox slides a finger into me, petting the front wall of my pussy. “Now.”

“This what you want, Princess?” he murmurs, the vibration of his words teasing over my clit.

“Yes,” I hiss. “More.”

“You want us in your ass too?” That’s not what I meant, but a shudder immediately works through me and I almost lose my footing. “Taking that as a yes,” Maddox growls.

Like a choreographed dance, Maddox stands up in front of me as Riggs moves behind me, swiping a hand over my pussy lips before spreading my own juices over my asshole.

I should stop him, or ask Maddox to do it instead, but I don’t.

I want Riggs’s thick finger there to stretch me, to fill me until I’m overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Relax,” Riggs groans, pressing in a bit.

I make a whimpering noise, and Maddox takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking painfully hard and nipping the sensitive flesh to distract me from the intensity of Riggs working his way into me.

“ Fuck , Kayla. You’re so damn tight. Relax for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just do it. I don’t care if it hurts. I want it. I want you.” The words are a tumble of encouragement as I go liquid for him, inch by inch, and his finger slips into me, filling me and making my eyes roll in their sockets.

Maddox holds me up, my head lolling on his shoulder, and he snakes his hand back to my pussy. He gives me one finger too, and though it’s not as much as I can usually take, with Riggs in my ass, it feels so full.

And then Maddox adds another finger, curling it up to find my G-spot and sending electricity through every nerve in my body.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck.”

Maddox whispers in my ear, “One day, we’re gonna take you like this. One of us fucking your pussy and one of us taking your ass.”

I’ve never even considered that before, and now, I want it desperately. But I can’t speak, can’t get the words out to agree. I can only nod weakly, swept away by what my body’s rocked with.

They’re moving, not in some synchronized way that has them entering me together and retreating together, and not each one pistoning in opposition.

The way they finger fuck me is as unique as each man is.

Riggs is going slow, overloading my system with every deep thrust as he angles my hips back to get even deeper.

On his side, Maddox is jackhammering me hard, his palm popping against my clit deliciously.

My whole body goes tight, the build-up reaching a crescendo that threatens to overtake me.

I grab onto Maddox for support, my nails digging into his chest as I bury my face into his shoulder.

“Yes!” I cry out as pulsing waves shoot through me again and again and I fall into the overwhelming pleasure they’ve wrought on my body.

But they know me, know what I need without my even saying it, and don’t stop.

Riggs begins to pump harder and faster at my sensitive asshole, and the stretch of him there feels more intense.

Did he add another finger? Oh, God, he did.

And Maddox’s hand is blurring over my whole pussy, rubbing my lips and teasing over my clit punishingly fast. It feels good, but it’s too much.

I clench my legs, trying to communicate because my mouth is too dry from my cries of pleasure.

“Be a good girl and go again, Princess.”

“Cover us with your cum. I want to drink it up.”

Maddox has lost his mind… reverting to calling me a good girl and thinking I can come again? Riggs too, with his filthy ideas that sound so hot when he grunts them out like that.

I’ll have to worry about their mental states later, though, because my body is responding to their insanity.

It suddenly turns from too much to almost there in a heartbeat and with one more stroke from each of them, somehow in time together, I shatter into a million pieces in a way I never have before.

Everything is hot and cold at the same time, I’m solid and liquid, I’m flying high and heavy in my body. It’s magical.

I have never come so hard that I lose consciousness, but I might’ve because the next thing I know, I’m being completely held up by Riggs’s arm around my waist and Maddox is peering into my face with an arrogant smirk. “Knew you could do it. ”

I guess maybe I did tell him he was crazy? Or maybe he read my mind?

He presses a kiss to my open mouth and I begin to find my footing again. Physically and mentally. “Let’s try it.”

Maddox and Riggs both freeze, their eyes going to each other before landing on me. “Try what?” Riggs asks carefully.

“Fucking me in both my pussy and my ass.” Their brows jump as their faces go comically slack, and I can’t help but laugh a little. “It was your idea,” I remind Maddox.

“Dirty talk doesn’t count. You can say the most out of pocket shit mid-sex and it’s hot as fuck, and then when the orgasm’s over, you’re like what the hell did I say?” He shakes his head, grinning. When I don’t take back my words, he asks, “You sure?”

“So you don’t want to try?” I tease. “Bawk, bawk, bawk.”

“Did you just call me a chicken?” he asks in shock, his eyes narrowing in offense. “Remember, you’re the one who asked for it.”

It should be a warning, but it sounds like a promise that I’m going to get exactly what I asked for. My internal self is jumping around in excitement at the idea of a new adventure, an exciting experience. A story all my own, not that I’ll tell anyone. This is ours alone.

Riggs and Maddox meet eyes again, having one of those silent conversations I’m learning to translate all on my own, and Maddox takes control. “Sit down on the couch and you straddle him.”

Riggs pulls a packet from his pants on the floor, grabs the blanket from the back of the couch with a smirk because he knows I don’t want bare ass on my furniture, and then sits down with his legs spread out, ready for me.

His cock is hard and standing proud and leaks a bit at the tip when he gives himself a stroke.

I bend forward to lick a teasing circle around his crown, slurping up the drop and moaning as the salty taste of him hits my tongue.

He replaces my mouth with the condom, giving me a dark look as he tells me, “Hop on.”

“Happily.” Bending my legs beneath me, I use my hold on his shoulders to hover over Riggs as he holds his cock at the right angle for me to sink down onto him, inch by slow inch. Once I’m fully seated on him, I grind down and he grips my hips, guiding me.

“Jesus, woman. You’re gonna make me come too soon,” he complains, but it’s half-hearted at best.