CHAPTER 01

M y hand locked around her throat, and I dragged her against me. Her head tipped back against my shoulder as she let out a breathy little whine. The way her pulse fluttered under my fingers was a fucking high—for both me and her, considering how her hips rolled over Ryder’s dick eagerly. His grip tightened on her hips to hold her in place.

“You like that, darlin’?” I asked. My lips brushed against her ear, and she whimpered. God, I fucking loved a woman who liked to play a little rough. “Now, listen here, darlin’. I told you I’d give you a choice, and I am. You can have him then me, or we can both fuck you. Tell us, darlin’, what’ll you have?”

I squeezed her throat affectionately before letting go. As she pulled in several deep breaths, I swept my hands over her naked tits and pinched her nipples lightly. She gasped and groaned, wiggling.

“Jesus fuck,” Ryder let out, and I chuckled at the tightness in his voice.

“Havin’ a problem, baby?” I teased. Those baby blues settled on mine. Fuck, he was handsome.

“She’s got my dick in a vice grip, honey,” he snapped. “Make a goddamn choice already.”

My grin widened. I loved impatient Ryder. It was fun to watch him ride the line and fall apart. Probably why I kept drawing out the little things I was doing with… what the fuck did she say her name was?

Maybe I was a few too many beers in because I remembered the bachelorette party sash— fuck, was she the bride? And what the fuck was her name?

‘What’s her name?’ I mouthed to him as I locked my hand around her throat once more to keep her occupied. Her sexy moans filled the room while Ryder scowled at me.

“Make a choice, Olivia ,” Ryder said. Olivia, right. She wasn’t the bride. Thank fuck.

“Both,” she rasped around my hand. “Please, both.”

“Good girl,” I replied and kissed her neck. “Lean forward, darlin’. Let Ryder take care of you.”

When I released her, she fell forward. Her mouth crashed into Ryder’s aggressively. I sank back on my heels between his knees to watch as the tiny little blonde thing enthusiastically rode his dick. I fucking loved seeing him let go in the moment. His hand slipped between their bodies, finding her clit. Her volume damn near doubled when he did.

I grabbed the lube from where I’d tossed it at the end of the bed—I’d planned ahead. For once. I coated the condom while she came with a sound that could only be described as a fucking siren. Shit, what the hell did I bring back for us? No wonder she was so goddamn desperate to get laid.

Noisy? Yes, please.

Sounding like a goddamn banshee? No, thank you.

“Hold still for me, darlin’,” I ordered, running a hand down her spine. Ryder’s grip on her tightened as she tried to continue moving—impatient and lost in her own pleasure.

“Please,” Olivia practically begged. Fuck, I wanted to go easy on the girl, but she made it so difficult when she was so damn desperate. My fingers laced through his as I took hold of her hip. I lined my dick up and pressed the crown against the tight muscles of her ass. My moan echoed hers as I slowly inched into her, giving her body time to adjust. “ Fuck. So full.”

I took my time . In a little and then right back out, letting her body get used to both of us. But fuck if I didn’t want to ruin her sweet little Southern self alongside Ryder.

“Are you two going to fuck me like you promised? Or are we still playing games?” she demanded with a hint of playfulness in her voice as she glanced over her shoulder at me. Well, fuck trying to go easy.

“Brace yourself on his chest, darlin’,” I said. “And let the neighbors hear you scream.”

Because why the fuck not?

Finding a rhythm with Ryder was flawless as always. It didn’t matter who the fuck was between us. We were in tune as we both gave her exactly what she wanted. My hold on her hips was bruising as we fucked her hard. The bed shook and the headboard banged against the wall.

Grunting. Groaning. Screaming. Skin on skin.

My heart hammered in my chest as heat coiled the base of my spine mercilessly, and the pressure in my balls built. I was so fucking close. From the way, Ryder’s hand gripped mine, he was too.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she shrieked. Her ass clenched around me, and I fucking lost it. Sinking my teeth into her shoulder, I used her delighted gasp to ground myself as I came.

“Come on, darlin’,” I said in her ear. Pulling her back against my chest by her throat, I supported her weight while I found her clit. “Come for us one more time, sweet thing.”

The pace of my fingers was fast, matching the one Ryder set as he thrust upwards and chased his own release. I tightened my hold on her neck to silence her. All I wanted to hear were the groans my baby made as he came. The sounds he made did more for me than anything she could.

“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, talking solely to Ryder. “Make yourself come.”

Olivia’s body tensed in my arms, and her quiet moan vibrated against my palm around her throat as she came. One thrust. Two. Three. And one more did him in. He dragged her down hard on his dick as he came with a deep groan. Fuck, I loved that sound.

“Breathe, darlin’,” I whispered, letting go of her neck. She was putty in my arms, sucking in air quickly. The tiny giggle she let out was fucking adorable. A shudder passed through her when I ran my hands up and down her arms—overstimulated and thoroughly fucked.

“Come here,” Ryder said. His hands slid up her sides, and he guided her down onto the bed next to him. She wiggled on the pillow with a breathy sigh.

“Best birthday ever,” she replied. Birthday? Right. Not a bachelorette party. Did it really fucking matter? Probably not. When Ryder and I slid out of bed, she stretched out, her eyes fluttering shut. “Give me ten, and we’ll go again.”

“We ain’t machines, sweet thing,” I told her. I needed like… twenty minutes minimum to make that work. Ryder snorted as he shook his head. There was no way he’d go a second round. He’d say sleep and water and all that shit were required.

“We need sleep,” he stated. See? Always responsible. “Stay there. I’ll get you taken care of.”

I followed him into the bathroom, where we took turns cleaning up. I took more time than I needed to, but I needed away from the feral thing looking for round two in our bed.

“Next time, don’t pick one that turns into a fucking siren,” Ryder whispered.

“I’m takin’ it as a compliment. We did a damn good job,” I told him. When he cocked an eyebrow at me in the mirror, I laughed. “How the fuck was I supposed to know that, baby?”

He didn’t answer. Exactly. He didn’t have a good answer either. He stuck around as I splashed my face with warm water and ran my wet hands through my hair. My reflection looked as tired as I fucking felt. It’d been one demon hunt right after another for weeks on end—thirteen weeks to be exact. We’d traveled so many fucking places that I couldn’t keep up. We were long overdue for a few days of decent sleep and food.

And that started with kicking out the birthday girl—a task I was happy to do. Until I realized she’d fallen asleep. In our bed. Dead to the fucking world with all the lights on.

“She’s asleep in our bed,” I grumbled.

“There’s two beds, honey,” Ryder said. Touché.

“She ain’t supposed to stay, baby,” I retorted. “I never said the fuckin’ breakfast line.”

Because I didn’t want overnight guests.

“Good luck waking her up.” He kissed my temple as he slipped past me, turning out lights as he went. “Or you can come to bed with me and kick her out in the morning.”

“Fine.” I sighed rather dramatically, making him chuckle. I followed him to bed, determined to cuddle the shit out of him, even if we were stuck with the birthday girl.