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7: Ryder

Tori’s laugh is soft, almost teasing, as she sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands. The way her hair spills over her shoulders and the mischievous glint in her eyes have me grinning like I’ve already won this game of life. Which, let’s be honest, I have .

“I've been waiting for my dinner all day, KitKat. You can't keep a man starved like this,” I say, my voice low as I kneel in front of her.

She rolls her eyes, but the blush creeping up her neck gives her away. “You already know I can't cook."

“I don't think you get it. You're the meal, Kit...Kat,” I stretch her nickname out, savoring it the way I'll savor her. My hands slide up her thighs, and she shivers under my touch, her breath catching just enough to stroke my ego. “So do me a favor, unwrap yourself for me. I'm hungry."

Her response is a sharp inhale, and then my mouth is on her, my hand holding her jaw steady as I taste her. She’s sweet and intoxicating, and if I could bottle her up, I’d keep her all to myself, and every once in a while I'd share with Blaze and Thorne.

My fingers hook on her pants, pulling them down with her help, our mouths never breaking apart. Her hands race to the hem of her shirt, but I'm not ready to let her lips go. I slide my knees beside her, bracing my weight on them as I lift up just enough to fist her shirt in my hands. With a fast, hard pull, I tear her shirt open, feeling her gasp against my lips .

My hands instantly unhook her bra, snapping it open from the front and finding her beautiful brown nipples. My fingers dance around them, lightly swirling the buds between them. She moans, muffled against my lips. I take the opportunity to slide my tongue past her lips and deep into her mouth.

Her head presses back against the mattress as her back arches, matching my need. Slowly, tauntingly, I let my fingers trail down her abdomen and between her thighs. Her warmth calls to me, inviting me in with a promise of sleek wet want.

I insert a single digit into her, her walls clenching around it as if it's not enough. For the first time since we started, I break the kiss, loving the sight of her bruised, puffed lips.

"Are you ready to feed me, KitKat?" I ask, but she doesn’t need to answer, not when my finger has already discovered the truth. Standing now, I place my hands on her knees and part her legs as I hold her gaze. With a grin so wide my cheeks hurt, I kneel before her, seeing her glisten with pure need.

I dive right in like a man starved for years. My tongue slides across, tasting her sweet, tangy flavor. Her hands fly to her breasts, playing with them as I continue to lick. I love watching her like this, seeing her so lost in the moment that she forgets to even think.

My finger slides back in as I suck on her sensitive clit. She pinches those beautiful brown pebbles in response as she bucks her hips. Slowly I slide my finger in and out, stroking her walls, coaxing her to build.

She’s practically trembling when the door swings open.

“Ryder, have you seen Tori yet? She needs to eat and...oh, for f—” Blaze’s voice cuts off as he finally takes in the scene, his feet frozen mid-step. His eyes narrow, though his jaw ticks in a way that tells me he’s more annoyed at himself for walking in than at us.

“Dinner’s already served, Chef,” I say, turning back to Tori and licking my KitKat, my voice muffled against Tori’s skin. “You’re late. ”

“Ryder,” Blaze growls, his tone carrying that familiar mix of exasperation and command. He’s holding a plate—of actual food, I assume—and sets it down with a thunk on the nearby dresser.

Tori’s half-laughing, half-mortified, her hand covering her face as Blaze’s gaze flicks between us. “You could’ve locked the door, you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I quip, finally leaning back just enough to shoot him a cocky grin.

“She needs to eat, Ryder,” Blaze says, his voice softening just enough to betray his concern. His eyes flick to Tori, who’s flushed and breathless but beaming from ear to ear.

“She’s just fine,” I say, then turn to Tori, arching a brow. “Aren’t you, KitKat?”

She groans, her face flush, but there’s no way she wants to stop now. “You’re impossible.”

Blaze mutters something under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you want me to leave, or…?”

I glance at Tori, tilting my head toward Blaze. “Your call. Want Chef here to join the menu?”

Her eyes widen for a second, but then she nods, her voice soft but certain. “Yeah. I do.”

Blaze’s brows lift in surprise, and for a second, he looks like he’s debating whether to scold me or thank her. Then his expression shifts, his usual control slipping just enough to show the heat beneath. He shrugs off his jacket, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as he steps closer.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, Ryder,” he says, his voice low and steady. "She really should have eaten before you brought her up here."

“Lucky? Nah, I’m just irresistible,” I shoot back, but I get serious as Blaze lays on the bed beside her and takes Tori’s face in his hands, his touch reverent in a way that makes my chest tighten. His lips claim hers, slow and deliberate, and for once, I’m content to let someone else take the lead.

I watch her lean into him, her hands moving to his shirt, her fingers tracing the outline of his pecs through the fabric. He breaks the kiss and turns to me, his eyes dark with desire.

"Are you going to keep pleasuring our girl, or do I need to take over?" he bites out at me, reminding me I need to get back to work.

My tongue delves back into her sweet pussy. She squirms, and it's hard not to smirk against her slick skin. A moment later, Blaze's hand finds its way into my hair, his fingers gripping and tugging it.

"Ryder, don't tease her," he whispers.

"Who's teasing?" I say, leaning back against his hand, and looking him dead in the eyes. "If you're hungry, help yourself.”

I see the moment of hesitation, but only for a second. In a swift motion, he's off the bed and kneeling next to me. My tongue is replaced by his, his long licks giving her the pressure she craves. I watch him devour her, the same look of hunger that I saw a minute ago, and it makes my heart hammer and my cock stiffen.

I lean back, letting him have his time, enjoying the sounds Tori's making. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, slowly stroking myself.

"Oh God," Tori gasps.

"No," Blaze groans, his voice muffled against her. "God is the one you pray to. I'm the one you need to yell for, Doll."

Her hands grip his head, pulling him tighter, and she moans his name as his tongue works its magic. I lean back, watching them both, stroking myself a little faster.

"Fuck," she cries out, her body trembling.

"I got you, Doll," Blaze says, standing. He strips out of his clothes, his hard length already bobbing from the confines .

I take my spot on the bed, laying her on her side and pulling her into another kiss. Blaze climbs onto the bed behind her, his hand reaching between her thighs, and her hips rock in response.

"Is this what you want, Doll?" he asks.

"Please," she begs, her voice cracking.

"Don't worry," I whisper against her lips, my voice raspy with need. "He's going to take good care of you."

His eyes meet mine, and he nods once, and then positions himself behind her. Blaze holds her in place as his cock slides inside, her legs keeping him in a tight grip. My hand slips between her legs and my fingers begin to stroke her clit.

Her eyes close, and her head tilts back against Blaze, her face a mix of pleasure and pain. He's holding her against his chest, his hand cupping her breast as his hips start to move. I play with the other, sucking on her nipple like it’s the best lollipop in the world.

She moans so loud, I hope Lila can hear it from the kitchen. I need her to know that Tori is the only woman for me.

The only one.

"That's it, Doll. Tell us how much you like it," Blaze coos, spurred by Tori's moans.

"Please don't stop. I need—" she pleads, fingers digging into my arms.

"You need what?" he asks, his voice low, his pace quickening.

"I need you. Both of you. So close. Don't stop," she manages to say between her panting breaths.

"We've got you, KitKat. We won't stop," I whisper, leaning in and kissing her.

Her hand goes around the back of my neck, holding me close as she kisses me. Her body writhes in pleasure, and the sound of her moans muffled by our lips is music to my ears.

We’re fully lost in the moment when the door bursts open again .

“What the hell is going…” Thorne’s voice dies mid-sentence as he takes in the scene, his expression swinging from shock to anger in record time.

And then I see Gabe, trailing behind him.

The guy is frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide, his face rapidly turning red as he tries not to look but can’t quite figure out where else to direct his gaze. Thorne shoves him hard, sending him stumbling back into the hallway before slamming the door shut.

“Are you kidding me?” Thorne snaps, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. “You’re doing this with the door unlocked? With him in the house?”

Blaze lets out a heavy sigh and his hips slow, his chest heaving. He leans his head against the crook of Tori's neck and she shudders, her hand gripping his thigh.

"I'll deal with him," Blaze says, and even in the dim light, I can see the muscles tensing along his jaw.

Tori whimpers, and I stroke her cheek, my touch gentle. "We can deal with him later. You need us right now, don't you, KitKat?"

She nods, her nails digging into Blaze's skin now, as if she refuses to let him go.

"You heard the lady," I tell Thorne, arching a brow. "We're busy."

Thorne's nostrils flare, his eyes flashing, and for a second, I think he's going to storm over and put me in my place. Which would be a damn shame, because Tori's right on the edge, and we need to finish her.

"Fine," Thorne grits out, his fists clenching at his sides. "I'll just take care of it myself."

He's turning, ready to march off when Tori calls after him in a voice so dazed with pleasure it hardens my dick to the point it hurts.

"Thorne, wait. I need you here, too.”

His whole body goes still, and for a second, no one speaks. No one moves. It's like we're all waiting for him to respond, to breathe .

"Please," she says again, her voice breaking.

I don't know what to say or do, because if he says no, she'll be crushed.

But if he says yes, we'll have to buy Plan B tomorrow, because we used up the last of the condoms our first night here.

He finally turns back, his expression torn between lust and fury. He walks back and stands there, not sure if he should join in, or leave, or...

I don't give him a choice. I grab his wrist and tug him down, my hand fisting in his hair and pulling him toward Tori's breast.

"She said she needs you. Don't be a dick."

Thorne doesn't respond, but his mouth is on her, and then her mouth is on mine. I can't see him, but I hear the zipper of his pants and feel his weight settle on the bed, his knee pressing into the mattress.

It's enough.

She's moaning into my mouth, and it's taking everything in me not to break the kiss and watch everyone. I never realized how much I liked watching until I caught Tori pleasuring herself before the warehouse meeting with Valen.

Blaze starts to move inside her again, his arms wrapping around her waist as his thrusts become more desperate. Tori's cries fill the air, and it's a symphony to my ears.

"I'm- I'm-" she stutters.

"I got you, KitKat. Come for us," I whisper, feeling her tremble.

She comes hard, and I catch her cry with my lips, holding her tight.

"Doll," Blaze groans, his own release not far behind.

He pulls out, shooting ropes of cum on her back. His hands gently caress her as wipes her clean with the shirt he took off. She looks absolutely fucked and perfect, and we're not even done.

"Are you ready, Doll?" Blaze whispers, his voice strained .

"We want more." I land my hands on her hips. "But if you don't want to, say the word and we will stop."

"Don't stop," she pleads, her head shaking. "I need you all."

"Fuck," I hear Thorne curse under his breath, and when I turn, his hand is on his cock, stroking it. "How do you want us, Vic?"

"I need more. Just give me more," she pleads, and the tone of her voice makes me want to do whatever she asks.

Blaze moves off the bed, his body still glistening with sweat, his cock hanging limp.

"I'll be right back," Blaze says, his voice soft but firm. "Take care of her while I'm gone."

My brows furrow, but then Tori's hands are on me, and the only thing I can focus on is the feel of her nails scraping down my back and the soft, sweet taste of her tongue.

When he comes back, Blaze's hands are slick with lube. He sits behind her, eyes glued on her.

"Are you sure you're ready, Doll?" he asks, and it's almost comical how his voice has changed. It's no longer that of the boss, or even a lover.

No, it's that of a caretaker who wants to make sure his girl is taken care of.

"Just do it," she says, and I swear my heart stops for a moment.

He slides a finger inside, and I can hear the slick, squishing sound as he opens her, getting her ready for one of us. The question is, which one of us gets the pleasure of that tight, puckered hole?

Tori moans, her eyes fluttering closed, her mouth forming a perfect O. Her nipples are hard, her cheeks flush, and her pussy is so wet I can see her dripping for us.

Blaze takes his time, moving his finger in and out of her slowly, his free hand gripping his cock and pumping. He's going to come again, and I have to admit, I'm jealous .

"More," she breathes, her hips grinding against his fingers, and I swear, he's got at least three inside her.

He removes his fingers, and she whines in protest.

"She's ready for you." Blaze locks eyes with Thorne and I groan.

It's the piercings. I know it is.

He's not wrong. It's probably not the best idea.

Still I can't help but be disappointed. Maybe I'll take them out for her. Then I'd get to be inside her wherever I want.

Thorne takes his time, slicking himself and Tori up really well before he lines his cock up and slowly pushes inside.

We're all silent, the only sounds in the room are those of heavy breathing and skin on skin. Tori's head is thrown back, her eyes closed. Her hands grip the sheets in front of her as she stays laying on her side, Thorne thrusting from behind as he holds her back close to his chest.

Thorne is gentle, his strokes are slow, and every inch of his face is full of concentration. He's trying not to hurt the only other person he loves on this planet.

"Harder," she cries, and we all stare, slack jawed.

Thorne hesitates, but when she begs him again, he picks up the pace.

His hand grips her hip, his fingers digging in as his hips snap back and forth. I can't look away, can't stop watching, can't stop my hand from sliding down to grip my own shaft, stroking myself as I watch the two of them together.

Her eyes meet mine, her teeth caging her lips as she reaches for me.

"I need you too," she whispers, and it's all the permission I need to slowly—teasingly—slide my bare dick inside her sweet pussy.

I hiss at the contact, her slick walls gripping me. She lets out a soft cry, and I don't know if it's pain or pleasure .

"You okay, Doll?" Blaze asks, his eyes locked on where we're joined.

She nods, so lost to pleasure she can't even talk. Blaze sits near our heads, leaning down to slide his hand between Tori and I, rolling her pebbled nipples in his fingers.

"More," she gasps, and I'm not sure if she's talking about her breasts, or if she wants us both moving inside her.

We start a rhythm, the three of us rocking her body between us. I lean over, capturing her mouth, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck.

She tastes like sweat, and her mouth is swollen from kissing, but it's exactly the way I like it.

When her orgasm hits, her whole body trembles and her muscles clench, milking us both. I pull out of her, my cock aching and ready. I grip my shaft, pumping myself once, twice, before I explode, my cum spurting onto her stomach, the last few drops landing on her tits.

Thorne isn't far behind, his movements more frantic, and when he comes, he lets out a grunt, his entire body shaking.

The two of us roll her onto her back, admiring the sight of her.

"We should get her cleaned up," Thorne suggests, and I nod.

Blaze leads the way as always, getting everything ready, and we pamper our girl. We shower off, washing her from head to toe. She doesn't even have to lift a finger.

Why would she?

She's our queen.

When we step out, Blaze runs her a bath, but doesn't get in with her like I assumed he would.

“Take care of her. Thorne and I need to talk to a little pesky mouse that thinks he's some kind of lion,” he says, his eyes burning holes through the walls and straight to Gabe, who I bet isn't far from the bedroom door .

“Give him a good punch for me.” I nod, slapping his shoulder as I walk by.

“No punching,” Tori interrupts, eyes closed as she floats in the jet tub and head resting on the edge. “I may have hit my head, but he did save me from being kidnapped… twice . One of which was completely my fault because—surprise—I didn't listen when he had told me to stay back.”

“Doll,” Blaze starts, but Tori won't have it. She shakes her head, cracking her eyes to stare right at him.

“I mean it,” she speaks, her tone firm and final. “No fighting with him. Besides, what happened with him seeing us was totally our fault for not locking the door.”

“Vic, it's more than that,” Thorne argues, his tone dark and held back as he tries not to lash out his frustrations.

“If you need to fuel your egos, you're welcome to threaten and torment like you do, but no punching. At least not today, okay? Again, he did save me.” She closes her eyes again as if to say ‘this conversation is over.’

They grunt, but it's clear they got the message by the way they march off. I know they'll listen, but Gabe should still be worried. We know how to torment, and he's in our crosshairs.

That's not a place anyone wants to be.