Sleepwalk of Shame

Sleepwalk of Shame

Ashlynn Mills

Content warnings: dub con | sexsomnia | somnophilia | morally gray MCs

Chapter One

Oakley

“ W hat are your plans for the summer?” my roommate, Thomas, asks.

“No idea.” I shrug. “Maybe go stay with my mom in Florida.” My dad keeps calling me, but I haven’t answered because fuck him.

“That’s cool,” he finally says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Mason wants to take me to meet his parents this week and I’m a nervous mess over it.”

“I can tell by the way you’re manhandling that book. Sure hope you didn’t plan on reading it later.” I chuckle softly.

“I…” His words are cut off by the loud roaring of a motorcycle outside—more than one—and we both glance out the window as three hot as fuck, rugged bikers dressed in all black search the parking lot.

“Who the hell are they?” Thomas asks before I can.

“I don’t know. The answer to my porno dreams as far as I can tell.”

He elbows me in the side and we both erupt into laughter. When I look outside again, all three men are gone, leaving behind their bikes. The crowd they attracted remains too, looking toward the main entrance to the campus dorms.

“You think they’re visiting someone?”

“No idea. They sure as shit don’t live here. You think I could disguise myself as a helmet and they’ll take me with them?” I waggle my eyebrows.

“Yeah, definitely going to have to rely solely on your dreams for that one. Speaking of which, you’ve managed to stay out of my bed all month without needing the cuffs. Does that mean you’ve been cured?”

I huff. “That means I’ve been pulling all nighters, studying for finals, and napping during the day while you’re in class.” My meds have also helped lessen my anxiety from all the stress of this last semester of college.

I jump when there’s a loud banging on our door. “You have someone stopping by?” Thomas scoots back in his bed.

“No, you?”

“No, Mason isn’t supposed to be here for another hour.”

“Probably the wrong door then.”

When another knock comes and I finally open the door, all the air is pulled from my lungs. One of the tall, gorgeous bikers from outside stands in front of me. “Oakley?” the sexy brunet asks, lifting a brow. His eyes are a deep blue.

That’s when I notice his piercing, on his right eyebrow, catching in the light. There’s also a stud above his top lip and a ring hanging from his left nostril. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he tugs back his sleeves to reveal an array of colorful tattoos.

Someone clears their throat from behind him. “Is it him, or did we get the wrong room again?”

“I don’t know. He has yet to answer my question. I think he forgot how to talk or something.”

Sighing loudly, a third guy steps forward, running a hand through his blond hair. My heart shoots up into my throat when he finally turns toward me. It can’t be, and if it is, what the hell is he doing here?

“Ambrose?” I finally manage.

“Yes, this is definitely the right door. Hello, Oakley. Long time no see.”

My heart beats faster, pounding against my chest. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re here to take you home.” Ambrose answers first, still acting so damn casual like he’s been in contact with me all this time when it’s been the complete opposite. It’s been two years since we’ve seen each other, and man, has he been hit with a major glow up.

“Home?”

“To your dad,” the brunet blurts.

“What? But I’m not going to my dad’s. I’m going to my mom’s.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Pack a bag and let’s get on the road before it gets dark. We have a long way to go,” Ambrose huffs out.

My best friend, who stopped talking to me after I went off to college, wants me to just jump on a motorcycle with him like everything’s good between us again. Like he didn’t spend all this time pretending I didn’t exist. I take a step back, shaking my head. “I’m not going with you. I haven’t even spoken to my dad in months.”

“Well then, this is the perfect opportunity for you two to catch up, isn’t it?” Ambrose smiles, leaning in closer. He always did have a great smile. One turn of his lips and he could convince me to do anything.

“He’s not going to come willingly.” The redhead reaches toward the back of his jeans and Ambrose places a hand on his wrist.

“Easy, Mitch. That’s not needed yet.”

“What’s not?” I try to look at where red has his hand, but the guy who hasn’t spoken for a bit grabs me by the chin, forcing my eyes onto his—sparkling sapphire. The only pretty thing about him. “Listen. We don’t want any trouble. We were sent here on a task, so either you come willingly or I knock you out cold and take you to my bike over my shoulder. Which will it be?” His fingers dig into my skin and the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

“I…I’ll come.”

“Good,” Sapphire eyes says. “I really didn’t want to have to use my good rope so early into our trip.”

Ambrose releases red’s wrist, shooting both of his friends a glare. “You can let him go now, Vance. No need to scare him when we’re supposed to be the ones keeping him safe.”

“Safe from what?” I ask, stepping back into the door.

Ambrose sighs. “It’s better we don’t talk about it here. Come on, I saw a diner down the road. We’ll grab a bite to eat and you can call your dad after.”

“Or I can just call him now.” I reach for my phone and Ambrose stops me.

“Not a good idea. In fact, I think you should leave that here. That way, if it’s tracked you won’t be here with it.”

My eyes widen. “Tracked?”

Vance huffs out a breath. “Enough with the fucking questions. We’ve already wasted too much damn time. Eating close by is no longer an option.”

“This is all insane.”

“You can call it whatever you want but it won’t change our circumstances. Now go back in your room, pack a bag, and leave your phone. We’ll be waiting out front. You got five minutes.” Vance’s expression hardens and he doesn’t blink once. The guy is fucking terrifying—definitely closer to my dad’s age than mine. Except, out of the two of them he’s the only one I’d be willing to call Daddy. Was he really going to put me to sleep? Was it going to be with those meaty arms of his? My cock twitches in my pants.

“Please, Oakley,” Ambrose begs. “Your dad wouldn’t have sent us here to get you if it wasn’t necessary. If you go to your mom’s you’ll be putting both your lives at risk.”

That last part has me nodding and quickly rushing back into my room, leaving the door cracked open. Who the hell did my dad piss off this time? It was the reason my mom left all those years ago—the threats against him were coming too close to her and me—but she was able to escape easier than I am. I’ll always be the son of the president of an MC club no matter what I do.

“Everything okay?” Thomas asks, tilting his head.

“Yeah. It’s fine,” I lie, tugging down a bag from my small closet. I shove the folded clothes on my bed inside. “My mom sent them to give me a ride home, so you and Mason no longer have to take me to the bus stop.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you after break. Have fun and let me know how everything goes with the future in laws!” I pat him on the shoulder and tuck my phone in a piece of rolled up paper to drop it into the trashcan on my way out.

I look around the room one more time, making sure I’m not forgetting anything, before walking out the door. All three guys are waiting for me outside, leaning against their bikes, looking like extras from the damn show Sons of Anarchy .

“There you are. Here I was thinking we were going to have to revert to plan B,” Vance says smugly. “Here’s your helmet. You’re riding with Ambrose.”

Shuffling my feet, I take the helmet with shaky fingers and wait until Ambrose is straddling his seat before hopping on behind him.

“You going to be okay back there?”

“You forget, I’ve grown up riding on the front and back of bikes. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

“Just checkin’.” He winks, giving the bike some gas. “Hold on tight. Might take you a while to get used to riding something again.”

The other guys laugh, starting their engines. I jerk a little when Ambrose rolls the bike back, and wrap my arms tightly around his waist.

He looks back at me. “That’s not a hand rest.”

My cheeks heat when I realize what he’s talking about. One of my hands must have accidentally landed on his dick when I thought I was going to fall to my death. Sliding it up quickly, my face feels like it’s on fucking fire when the skin of my fingers comes into contact with his six pack. This is going to be one long-ass trip back home.

Chapter Two

Ambrose

W e pull over at a restaurant two towns over, checking our surroundings before getting off our bikes and walking inside. Swaying from side to side, Oakley looks like he’s on the verge of passing out. We aren’t kids anymore. There’s so much about us both that has changed—probably me more than him. He’s still as pretty as I remember but with purple hair and more muscles. He felt a little bigger in other areas too. I wasn’t the only one enjoying all the places he kept putting his hands.

I knew we’d have to face each other again eventually, but I didn’t want it to be this way. I also didn’t plan on being one of his dad’s prospects, doing all the shit I swore I’d never do, but life had other plans. My mom never stopped owing creditors, and I couldn’t let my little brother fall down the wrong path like I did due to lack of options. He’s going to college and getting out of that shit town we grew up in if it’s the last thing I help him do.

“Fuck, I’m starving.” Mitch shakes me out of my thoughts, running a hand through his red hair as we follow a waitress to a table in the back of the diner.

“I told you not to skip breakfast,” Vance mutters, lowering himself into one of the chairs.

“Yeah, because I always listen when you talk,” Mitch breathes out, sitting across the way. I end up next to Oakley, scooting my chair so close our knees knock together. Tensing up, he sucks in a breath and I bite back a smile, lifting my menu.

“Ignore these two. They fight like an old married couple,” I say.

“You three always work so closely together?”

Wrapping his thick fingers around his water, Mitch searches each of our eyes. “Only when it’s needed.”

“And is it this time?” Oakley’s hands shake under the table. Why is he so damn scared? I hate seeing him like this around me. There was a time when we were each other’s safe space, and this is just more proof of me ruining that. It all started with me waking up to him jerking off beside me, and I let our friendship suffer from there. It wasn’t because I was mad or didn’t like what I saw. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time. It was just the first and only time he caught me looking at him.

I didn’t know what I wanted then and was scared to say or do the wrong thing. The next morning, I couldn’t look at him because every time I did I saw his eyes rolling back and his mouth wrapping around a moan. Keeping my gaze elsewhere was the only way to stop myself from getting a stiffy.

“It was an accident,” he’d said to me when he walked me back home. “I was asleep and I guess I was dreaming. It wasn’t because of you or anything.”

That was when my heart fell and I finally realized I wanted it to be because of me. It was hard to face him after learning how I felt about him and that he didn’t feel the same. I did it anyway, but then I woke up to him masturbating again. The last time, he was sitting on top of me, eyes closed and hips thrusting upward. Only his pants and underwear were off and it was so fucking hard not to touch him.

I let him finish instead of waking him up. After gathering his cum from my stomach, I rushed to the bathroom and instead of washing it off in the sink like a normal person, I licked it off my fingers while fucking my fist. I felt ashamed of myself after that and avoided him until he left for college. I’m not sure which of my actions was worse, and if he’d ever forgive me for either.

“It is because your dad says so,” I finally respond, needing a break from my own head.

“I guess that’s that, then.” Oakley doesn’t meet my eyes.

“You’ll know more when your old man explains it to you,” Mitch says.

Interrupting us, the waitress comes to take our order and we all get food, except Oakley. He used to get like this when he was nervous or scared. He couldn’t eat or sit still. If I took him in my arms, would he feel better like he used to? Or would he push me away because he sees me as nothing but a stranger now?

Neither of us talk again, finishing our food and drinking in silence. Oakley downs two root beers back to back, and when it’s time to leave I stay behind so he can empty his bladder. The fewer stops we make, the better. Once outside and away from others, I call his dad, but before I can hand over the phone to Oakley, he says, “Change of plans.”

My hand pauses on the handle of my bike and I look back at Vance, wondering if he can read my expression. His clenching jaw tells me he does, and I tighten my hold on the phone.

“I’m listening.”

“Good, because you won’t be coming here after all. It’s not safe.”

“Where to then?”

“Somewhere I don’t know about. A hotel, a friend’s house. It doesn’t matter as long as no one here has heard about it. I need y’all to hang low until I tell you the threat has been handled.” His breaths quicken.

“I’m sure we can figure it out between the three of us.”

“Whatever you do, figure it out soon. The sooner you’re off the road, the better. If these men think they can get to my son more easily than me, they will.”

“He’s safe with us, I promise. If there’s anything I’m good at, it’s disappearing when I need to,” I say firmly.

“Good, because that’s exactly what you need to do right now. If anything happens to him, you’ll end up having to do it again, except it’ll be me you’re hiding from. And nothing is ever too hard for me to find.” His tone is hard and sinister.

Before I can respond, the call ends. He hung up. A knot forms in my throat as I slide my phone into my back pocket.

“What did he say?” Mitch walks closer.

“We need to go hang low somewhere. Taking him home to his dad is no longer an option. Not right now.”

“Where the hell are we supposed to do that?” Vance bites out.

“I have an idea,” Oakley offers. “My mom’s cabin she inherited from my grandma. No one knows about it but us. She doesn’t have any other family and never takes anyone there but me. She was always too scared to reveal the location to anyone, in case it got back to people my dad knew and there came a time we needed to run somewhere safe.”

My eyes widen in interest and the others listen quietly. “Where is it?”

He rubs the back of his head, looking around. “About five hours north of here.”

“Alright.” I scrub my jaw. “Give me the address and I’ll lead the way.”

“We aren’t seriously driving five hours straight on bikes when it’s nearly dark, are we?” Mitch says, lifting his eyebrows.

“We’ve been riding for hours today as it is, and I can barely keep my eyes open,” Vance complains.

“Yeah, alright.” I sigh. “We’ll stop at a motel in the next town.”

We all hop on our bikes and Oakley hesitates before climbing on behind me. Helmet on and strapped tightly under his chin, he wraps his arms around me, gripping tighter when I take off. Pressing closer to me, his body folds around mine, and I go faster to keep him this way the whole ride.

All the shifting he does behind me, and the random placement of his hands when I turn, makes it hard for my cock not to take notice. His boner keeps rubbing over the top of my ass and lower back. I’ve never taken it up the ass before but I can definitely picture myself bending over for Oakley. Whatever lands me a chance to have him naked in bed again.

He was asleep, you asshole .

It’s not like he meant to take his clothes off and rub his bare ass over my crotch as he came all over me. Does he still do that stuff in his sleep? I better get him a room to himself to be safe. At least his own bed.

An hour later, we pull up to a motel in the middle of nowhere, grabbing two rooms that link together. I get us checked in, using cash so I don’t leave behind a trail. Based on all the vacancies, the woman at the front desk isn’t in any position to turn me away. After grabbing the two key cards, I head outside and hand one to Vance. “For you and the princess there.” I point to Mitch.

He snatches the card from my hand, climbing off his bike with a low grunt before heading inside the room. Mitch follows behind him, glancing between me and my own little princess with a shit-eating grin on his face.

He doesn’t think I can behave myself, does he? I’d like to think I have more self-control than him. Oakley walks in first when I open the other door, his tight pants hugging his perky ass in all the right places. Well, at least I normally have no issues keeping my hands to myself when I need to.

My skin buzzes when my arm rubs over his as I enter the room. I shut the door and toss my bag on the desk but Oakley holds his backpack close to him, looking around. “It might be more sanitary to sleep on the picnic table I saw outside.”

I sputter a laugh, opening the joining door when there’s a knock. Vance is standing in front of me—handing me a condom—and I shove him away, shooting him a glare. His eyes gleam and he smiles. “Better safe than sorry.” He slides it into my pocket as Oakley heads for the bathroom making more disgusted sounds.

“He’s definitely way more of a princess than me,” Mitch quips.

“Way prettier too,” Vance adds.

“This is strictly business and not the time to mix in pleasure.”

“It’s never stopped us before.” Vance grabs my package, squeezing gently, and I suck in a breath. He’s right. That ship has definitely sailed when it comes to the rest of us. It can’t happen with Oakley, though. I promised his dad nothing bad would come to him, and we are definitely nothing good.

“As long as he’s with us, it has to.”

Spinning around, Mitch sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Since when did you become such a fucking by-the-book guy, huh?”

“Since he’s had something to be possessive over,” Vance says almost too loudly.

I shove at his chest, shushing him. “Fucking hell. You two can’t behave for one damn night.”

“And you’re only making it harder by being a major cock block. What if he’s exactly what we’ve been looking for all this time?”

“He’s not,” I huff out, looking around me, not believing my own words.

“The perfect lock to every key here.” Mitch purses his lips, sitting back on one of the queen beds in his room.

I walk closer to him, shaking my head. “He’s a job and that’s all.”

“If you say so.” Mitch lays back on the mattress, folding his arms behind his head.

“Sounds like someone wants him all to themselves,” Vance says.

“His dad would kill us if we touched so much as a single inch of his body.”

“He can always be the one to do the touching first. Maybe with his mouth.” Vance licks his lips and Mitch laughs.

“I’m going to bed,” I say, turning around and nearly crashing into Oakley on the way back into my room.

“I…You care if I take a shower? I smell like a motorcycle gang.”

I laugh, tugging off my jacket. “Go for it.” I kick off my boots and his eyes rake over my body as I lift my shirt over my head.

“I never took you for a tattoo guy.”

“Yeah, well, people change. And I’m never in one place long enough to keep a scrapbook,” I deadpan.

That earns me a small smile and I can’t stop the flutter from rising inside me.

“Some things apparently stay the same too. You’ve always been super sentimental.” Oakley slides his fingers over my side, touching the bright ink and I shiver. Yeah, my want for him definitely hasn’t lessened. Too bad I can only get him to return those feelings when he has his eyes closed. Or can I even have that anymore? What am I thinking? I can’t allow that either.

I glance down at his moving hand and wrap my fingers around his wrist. “It was our favorite arcade when we were kids.”

Using his other hand, he presses it to my chest. “Is this the traffic sign we stole when we got super wasted on prom night?”

“It is.”

I suck in a breath when he trails his fingers between my pecs and brushes the tips over my belly. “The bridge we used to hang out on when we wanted to escape our parents and everyone else.”

With his wrist still in my hand, I grab his other hand and step away. “That’s enough of taking a trip down memory lane. Go get washed up and let’s get some sleep.” I release my hold on him, yanking my belt from the loops.

“Yeah.” His bottom lip trembles. “I uh…will get on that. It’s good to be sharing a room again. I’ve missed our sleepovers.”

My lips press together and I ignore the warmth surrounding my heart. “Good thing you’ll get your fill this week, then. Night, Oakley.”

“Night.” He turns around and slowly makes his way to the bathroom. As soon as the door shuts, I drop my jeans and crawl under the stiff covers on the hotel bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I count cracks, drifting off to the TV playing in the other room—the loud voices mixing with Mitch’s snoring.

Chapter Three

Vance

I wake up to a warm body pressing against me, and when my eyes flutter open Oakley is lying next to me with his hand moving at a steady speed under the covers. Snores fill the dark room, letting me know the other guys are sleeping, and when I yank down the sheets the little princess is bucking his hips and fucking his fist.

“Touch me,” he says.

My breaths stutter as I adjust myself in my underwear. I look across the room and there’s no shuffling sounds or light coming from where Ambrose is. He’d kill me if I complied, so instead I stay still, putting more of a gap between us. “Go back to your bed, princess.”

“I want you so bad,” he whispers, turning toward me, his partly opened eyes revealed by the moonlight seeping in.

“You need to go back to your bed. This is your last chance. I won’t be able to hold back for long.”

He moans, turning all the way onto his side to push his leaking tip against my hip. Fuck. He smells so good too. Like honey and flowers. I’ve never known any man or woman to be so alluring, with his toned body and soft features. No wonder Ambrose has carried a hard-on for the guy all these years.

All resistance goes out the window when he slips a hand under my boxers, rubbing his palm up and down my length. The perfect mixture of gentle and rough, his fingers squeeze, adding the right amount of pressure.

Yeah, Ambrose is going to kill me, but at least I’ll take a short trip to heaven before being sent straight down to hell. My gaze goes to the still, snoring Mitch in the other bed and I slide down my underwear, giving the princess the room he needs to touch whatever he wants.

“Mmm. You’re so big.”

“Yeah? Why don’t you come closer and get a better feel, baby?”

Humming sweetly, Oakley slides halfway onto me, touching himself and me at the same time. Sliding my arm under him, I lift him more on top of me and claim his mouth with mine, gliding my cock along his, my fingers wrapping loosely around us.

His sounds of pleasure are muffled by my mouth and I slip a finger down his crack, teasing his rim. He ruts harder against me, our cocks rubbing together in perfect momentum against my palm. Pressing on his hole, I lift my hips, fucking harder against him, the friction causing heat to explode in my lower body.

He comes first, and I use the spurts of his release to glide my hand easier against us. My body shakes, my cock throbbing as I kiss him through my shattering orgasm. Our mouths break free, panting heavily.

“Does that feel better, little one?”

He sighs, slipping off me and turning to his side, his breaths shallow. Is he asleep?

Chuckling quietly to myself, I get off the bed and grab a wet rag from the bathroom. After wiping us both down, I carry him back to his bed and tuck him in before returning to my room. I quicken my steps when Ambrose tosses and turns under the blankets, sighing in relief when I’m met with more of his snores. I can’t believe I did that. Does Ambrose have to know? None of us keep shit from each other, and we never stray either—although it’s hard to think of it as straying when Oakley fits in perfectly so damn soon. The missing piece to our puzzle. And based on how he kept rubbing his needy hole against my fingers, bottoming is definitely looking like something he won’t be against. The one thing neither I nor the other guys have ever cared to do.

He’s more perfect than I realized. Ambrose knows it too and needs to stop fighting what’s meant to happen. I definitely no longer will.

If princess wants it, he’ll get it.

Chapter Four

Oakley

M orning light invades the room and I groan, rolling onto my back. In between stretches, I glance next to me and quickly sit up, Ambrose is nowhere to be found.

They didn’t leave me here, did they? Did I do something I don’t remember that made him realize I’m more trouble than I’m worth?

Glancing down, my heart jumps to my throat when I notice all of my clothes are missing. I climb out of bed, hoping I didn’t repeat the past mistake that caused me to lose my best friend. My sleeping issues worsen during stressful situations and right when I think I have my disorder under control, I’m wrong. The meds help sometimes but not always—especially not in new environments.

I freeze when the hotel door opens and Ambrose walks in with a plate of food in his hands, along with a coffee resting between his arm and body. “Morning, princess. Hungry?” He gives me a once-over, licking his lips when his gaze pauses on my half-hard cock. I have to be seeing things, right?

“Yeah.” I bend down, grabbing my underwear and pants from the floor.

“I’ll leave it here for when you’re ready. The guys should be back from gassing up soon. Once they are, I’ll head to the gas station next. Want any snacks?”

“Can’t you stop on the way to the cabin?”

His face turns to stone. “No. It’s not safe. There’s a chance these assholes who are after you are close by, and we don’t want to risk the wrong person spotting you. Men like these have eyes everywhere. Even on different continents.”

My heart jumps. “My dad promised I could have a normal life if I moved with my mom, far away.”

“And that’s his bad for promising something he has no control over. Get dressed and eat. We’ll be back on the road in an hour.” He heads into the bathroom and pisses with the door open. Of course my perverted mind goes to the wrong places, wondering whether I’d catch a glimpse of his cock in his hand if I walked closer to the mirror.

Taking a breath, I shove on my underwear, followed by my jeans and shirt. Then, fully dressed, I run my fingers through my hair and sit in the chair at the table. As I’m digging into my food, the sink turns on and off and Ambrose passes me by, setting down a burner phone. “Just in case you need me if at any time we get separated. My number’s in there. Don’t use it to call anyone else.”

“What about my mom? She was expecting me and she’ll be worri?—”

“It’s been taken care of already,” he interrupts. “She knows you’re safe and has been taken somewhere too.”

“Who did my father piss off this time?”

Ambrose’s stare deepens, his dark blue depths swimming in mine. “That’s not for you to worry about. He and his men are handling it. We’re doing what we need to do and he’ll do what he needs to.”

“Yeah, until he can’t. I never asked for any of this.”

“Most people don’t. Finish your food. I’ll be back in ten.” He exits the hotel and a door opens close by. Mitch steps into my room, holding a cup of coffee, steam simmering off the top of his cup.

“Sleep okay, princess?”

“Can that not be my nickname? Oakley works just fine.”

“But it’s not as fitting.” Vance enters the room, grinning from ear to ear. “So did you, princess?” He folds his arms, leaning against the nearby wall. “You know, sleep okay?”

“I…yeah…I think so. I feel well rested at least.”

“Yeah, me too.” Vance winks, turning around to walk back into his room.

What the fuck was that about, and how is it these guys look so hot no matter what they do? Sitting on my bed, Mitch reaches for the remote and turns on the TV. Minutes later his laughter fills the room and as I’m taking my last bite of food, Vance comes barging in. “We gotta go. Where the hell is he?”

“Can’t be too far,” Mitch says, standing up. “What’s going on?”

“I’m thinking we were either spotted outside the diner or college campus, and were followed.”

“What happens now?” I ask, my voice cracking.

“We take care of the problem when Ambrose gets back.”

“Let’s hope he didn’t get delayed.” Mitch checks the chamber of his gun.

“If he did, we’ll have to go on without him.” Vance moves around me, looking out the window.

“What?” My stomach tightens. “We can’t. What if they hurt him?”

“They won’t. Ambrose can take care of himself. He’s better at losing people than anyone I know. He’d want us to move while we could.”

“We’ll give him a few more minutes. For now, we’ll keep an eye out.” Mitch goes to the other side of the window, staying hidden behind the curtain.

The moment I hear the loud roaring of a motorcycle outside and Ambrose’s voice approaching, I stand from my chair and grab my bag, shoving my feet into my shoes.

The hotel door beeps and opens. “Ready?” Ambrose searches my eyes, his hands covered in blood.

“Yeah. You okay?”

“Yeah. Nothing but a scratch. I don’t know who else knows we’re close by, but the smaller the trail of dead bodies I leave on the way to the cabin, the better.”

“You mean?—”

“I mean he won’t be following us anymore. I’m gonna clean up. I’ll meet y’all outside when I’m done.”

I nod, following the other guys outside. It’s not like I haven’t seen my dad kill people before, but Ambrose and I always promised we’d never let this life touch us. Maybe he’s right about most of us not having a choice. If I had to take someone’s life to save my own, would I? I don’t even know the proper way to hold a gun. My dad did his best to keep me from having to get my hands dirty but did he really do me a favor?

“You’re riding with me this time, princess.” Vance places a hand on my back, guiding me to his bike.

“What?”

“I just think it’s better if we take turns. I’m a lot more comfy to lean on anyway,” he says, waggling his brows.

He’s a bigger guy, with extra weight in his midsection and a bulky form. I wouldn’t mind being wrapped up in him every night. He’d definitely win over any blanket. Then my mind flashes to him holding me from behind while Ambrose lays in front of me, stroking my hair the way he used to whenever I had issues falling asleep.

Seriously, the damn daydreaming needs to stop, and these guys rubbing against me on motorcycles isn’t helping.

I hop on behind Vance, pressing my body to his when he starts the engine. Yanking on my helmet, I wiggle my legs until I’m more comfortable as Ambrose exits the hotel with his bag tossed over his shoulder. He hooks it onto his bike, and while he’s positioning himself on the seat the other guys take off ahead of him. He quickly catches up to us as we head down a narrow road, going in the wrong direction until they’re sure we aren’t being followed.

I wrap my arms tightly around Vance, my nose buried in his jacket, taking in his musky cinnamon scent. He shoots me a smile, sliding his glasses over his eyes and speeding up. The ride is long and I catch myself nodding off several times, but Vance hooks his hand over my arm when he feels my grip loosen too much and the front of my body parting from his.

My eyes snap open as we pull over to the side of the road. The other guys do the same, giving us a curious stare—Ambrose’s less friendly than Mitch’s.

“We’re an hour away. Why the fuck did you stop?” Ambrose throws his hands in the air, placing one foot on the ground.

“Princess here is falling asleep. Almost fell off the bike.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m fine, and for the last time, it’s Oakley.”

“Sure thing, princess.” Mitch smirks, taking a swig of his water.

“Let him ride with me then,” Ambrose offers. “I’ll make sure he stays on.”

At first, I don’t think Vance is going to agree, but then he gives Ambrose a nod and as I’m climbing off the bike he steadies me, whispering in my ear. “Don’t worry, princess. We’ll get more one-on-one time later. Hopefully it’ll be like last night and I’ll get to make you come more than once.”

Freezing, my stomach tightens and Ambrose whistles loudly. “What’s taking so long? Hurry up and get over here. We can’t keep stopping like this. We need to get the hell off the road.”

I meet Vance’s eyes one more time, not missing the heat in them as I step fully onto the concrete. Something did happen last night, it just wasn’t with Ambrose. I didn’t even consider it might happen with the other guys. Fuck.

Vance doesn’t stop watching me until we’re moving again. I can’t let him know I was asleep. How embarrassing would that be? Then Ambrose will know my little problem wasn’t a one-time occurrence. I can’t handle him running away from me a second time—not when we almost feel like us again.

When I fall asleep halfway to the cabin, Ambrose stops, gesturing to the others to keep going while pulling a rope from his bag. “If you can’t stay awake, I’ll have to secure you to me.”

My mouth parts. “What?”

“You heard me, princess.” He hands me the rope and I wrap it around myself, handing him both ends. He ties us together, wrapping the rope around us twice and tying a knot.

“Now, let’s get to this damn cabin without any more interruptions.”

Too speechless from his actions, I gawk at him, gripping onto his hips when the bike jerks. I don’t fall asleep the rest of the way, the rope making it hard for me to get comfortable or separate from his body when the bumps in the road cause his ass to rub against my crotch. Mitch and Vance are standing outside the cabin with brown paper bags in their hands when we finally arrive.

“What’s that?” Ambrose asks, parking his bike.

“Groceries. You fuckers took so long we were able to stop at the little shop down the road and still beat your asses here.”

Ambrose waves him off, pulling a knife from his boot. Once free from the ropes, we both get off the bike, Ambrose catching me when I almost trip on my own feet. “How have you survived this far on your own, princess? You can barely stand by yourself.”

I shove him away and pick up my backpack from the ground, heading for the cabin. They all watch me as I search for the keys in my bag—I’ve always kept them on me. My mom’s paranoia stuck with me all the way to adulthood, and for good reason, apparently.

The door clicks open when I turn the key and the smell of oak hits my nose when I enter the small living room. There are only two bedrooms, but also a cot in the closet, and a couch. The lights flicker on as Ambrose walks in behind me and the other guys set the groceries on the counter, checking out their surroundings.

“You sure no one knows about this place?”

“Yeah. My mom occasionally comes up here to check on it, and her last visit was only a month ago, so it shouldn’t be too dusty.” I flip on the heat as the cold air pierces my skin.

Mitch and Ambrose familiarize themselves with every exit, window, and room, while Vance unpacks the food. I help him, and occasionally his hand grazes my ass, his flirty glances adding to my already dazed state. “You know how to cook, princess?”

“A little. Mostly the basics. Mac ’n’ cheese. Grilled chee?—”

He sticks out his hand. “Alright, I’ve heard enough. We’ll have time for a lesson later, but for now have a seat and let me cook you something good.”

“Okay.” Setting my bag on the ground, I sit at the table. Ambrose enters the kitchen, setting a lemon-infused mineral water in front of me. “Thought it would help with the stomach issues you get when you’re under too much stress.”

“Thanks,” I say, smiling on the inside and out.

“No problem. Grabbed Sour Skittles too.” He sits beside me, plucking a purple pack from his pocket.

“That shit will spoil your dinner,” Mitch says, scraping the floor with the legs of the chair when he joins us at the table. “Don’t want to piss off the chef over there.” He tilts his head in the direction of a whistling Vance.

“Yeah. He’s right.” Ambrose laughs, shoving the Skittles back in his pocket. “We’ll save them for later.”

“And have a movie night like old times?” I ask, the hopefulness in my voice more noticeable than intended.

“Maybe. There isn’t a whole lot of other shit to do here.”

“I can think of a few things,” Mitch says, his voice deepening and eyes wrinkling with humor.

“I’m sure you can, and it’s better you keep those thoughts to yourself, big guy.” Ambrose shoots him a warning with his eyes and Mitch sinks back in his chair, sighing in disappointment. Was he suggesting…? No way. Are these guys all together or something? They haven’t really done much around me, aside from Mitch occasionally eye-fucking everyone in the room. Will they sneak off together later when I’m sleeping? Heat stirs in my groin. Why am I hoping they’ll all hook up while we’re here? Why am I hoping they’ll ask me to join them?

Biting down hard on my tongue, I pull myself from my insane fantasies. I went from wanting one unattainable man, to lusting after three. But this is just a job for them. Not the time to reenact my favorite porno.

None of us talk until the food is ready. The steak is so fucking tender and juicy between my teeth, and Ambrose and Mitch talk about something I’m unable to follow while Vance is too focused on the food like me. It was a long trip here without food and I eat way quicker than my body has time to process, nearly choking on my last forkful of mashed potatoes.

Ambrose hands me a glass of water. “Easy. The food isn’t going anywhere. We said we’d protect you from danger, not yourself.”

“I’ll be in charge of the mouth to mouth.” Vance smiles around his cup and Mitch barks out a laugh. Ambrose leaves the table first, taking a phone call outside. When the rest of us are done, we clear the table and Mitch helps me with the dishes, showing me a trick for how to get the best shine on a plate. I can’t believe I was so scared of these guys only yesterday. There’s a lot more to them than I realized. I already knew that about Ambrose though, and it’s been good to see a little bit of the old him occasionally come to surface.

“So what are we watching?” Mitch lowers himself into the recliner and Vance sits beside me, practically squishing my leg with his. I don’t move or push him away because his warmth radiates into me like my own personal heater and it’s fucking freezing in the cabin. It’s always been like this during the winter.

“Whatever princess chooses.” Vance wraps an arm around me, dragging a throw blanket over our laps.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Ambrose stands in front of the TV, looking back at me with the remote in his hand.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Pick something.” Ambrose’s eyes stay on the blank screen this time and he hits the power button.

“ Good Girls .”

“That’s a movie?”

“A show.” I shrug. “It’ll keep us busy longer.”

“Sounds good to me.” Vance tightens his hold on me. “Like I said, whatever princess wants. It’s hard saying no to him.” I don’t think he’s talking about the show anymore. His hand slipping between my thighs confirms my assumptions.

“Yeah, alright.” Ambrose finds it on Netflix and hits play, sitting on the other side of me but leaving a large gap between us. And that’s hard to do with three people on a couch. You’d have to be really trying. The distance gnaws at me until I’m distracted by fingers squeezing at the bulge in my pants. Swallowing down a moan, I spread my thighs and my zipper is tugged down after Vance pops the button free.

I press my back harder to the couch, thankful the other guys are paying more attention to the show than us. My cheeks heat and skin tingles as I slip closer to the edge, each touch along my sensitive skin feeling like licking flames.

I bite the insides of my cheeks, fighting back the blooming orgasm, my body struggling not to lose control the harder Vance tugs at me and tightens his grip. Whatever I did last night can’t be so bad if it led me here. Right as I’m about to let go, Vance drags his hand away and smiles. Cheeky bastard knew exactly what he was doing. “I’ll save that in case you want to pay me a late-night visit again.” His warm breath ghosts over my ear and I shiver.

When I look over at Mitch, he’s passed out in the recliner and Ambrose is licking the cream off an Oreo, laughing at something being said on the show. My mind is so fuzzy from my body being denied that nothing around me is clear.

Yawning, I struggle to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m going to head to bed.”

“Yeah, me too,” Ambrose says. “You pick which room you want and I’ll choose the other.”

“I’m stuck on the couch, I guess. We’re switching tomorrow, though.” Vance looks up at Ambrose.

“Fine. We can all switch, except for the princess here.” Ambrose stands up, smiling down at me. “He’s much too precious for any couch or recliner.”

“I agree.” The corner of Vance’s lips turn up. “See you later, princess. Whenever that’ll be.” He squeezes my thigh, letting up when I toss the blanket off me. I pick the room I always stay in when I come here, and Ambrose makes sure I’m okay before heading to his.

Looking around me, I shut the door, wishing there was a lock. It would make it easier to sleep. I can’t have the guys waking up to me riding Vance’s dick in the living room. Panic rises in me the more I think about it happening, and I move a chair from under the corner desk to the door, shoving it under the knob. I’m in a house full of dangerous criminals and it’s me I can’t trust, not them.

Chapter Five

Mitch

M y eyes open when something warm and wet glides along my cock. A mouth wraps around the tip, suckling lightly as teeth graze over my skin. I smile down at the dark figure resting between my thighs, sliding my hand through soft, silky strands. Vance is sleeping soundly on the couch, his back turned toward us.

I figured the person surprising me with a late-night blow job was much too small to be him, and he’s more a fan of receiving than giving anyway. Unless it comes to rimming, then he’s always ready to pounce at any given opportunity. I prefer to have nothing go near my ass, but sometimes it’s the only way to help Vance work through his bad mood swings.

Taking me deeper, Ambrose laps around my length, the tightening of his throat almost too much when he buries his face in my pubes. His moans vibrate along my skin, the sensations adding to everything else he’s doing to me. His head bobs up and down. I hold him still, fucking upward. Ambrose hates when I take control like this and usually slaps my hand away, leading us to fight for whose throat gets to be the rawest the next day.

None of that is happening right now, and he’s complying way more than usual, making sexy slurping and gagging sounds. It isn’t until I tug more at his hair that I see the purple tips glowing in the small light from the fireplace.

This isn’t Ambrose.

I fuck deeper, thrusting my hips, not stopping when I should. He feels too fucking good. If he wants it, then who am I to deny him?

He makes more choking sounds, tugging on my shirt. More awake, my eyes adjusting better to the dark, I spot his ass bouncing up and down, the perfect globes like two halves of a juicy peach I want to sink my teeth into. Loosening my grip on his hair, I slide my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his slender neck. He’s not a small guy by any means but he isn’t as big as me or Vance either. More the size of Ambrose, with wider hips and a sluttier mouth.

My cock twitches, my muscles tensing and balls drawing tight. His throat tugs on me harder and I come. I try to pull away, but princess doesn’t let me, licking up every drop that tries to escape his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. To think, Ambrose was trying to save you all for himself.”

Long whines crawl up his throat and he ruts against the chair, slurping up cum from my stomach.

“You want your cock played with too, princess?”

“Please. It hurts,” he cries, rubbing his face over my chest, his hands tugging my shirt up higher.

“Yeah, it does, baby boy. Let me make it feel better.”

“I can help too,” Vance says, jumping from the couch.

“You’re awake.”

“Sure am.” He licks his lips. “Princess isn’t exactly quiet. I have ways to help with that though.”

Glancing at Ambrose’s closed door, I rub a hand down Oakley’s back and slide a finger between his cheeks. The warmth pulls me in deeper, the tip of my finger circling his puckered skin.

“Ooph.” His teeth tug at the skin of my neck.

“Then you better get over here and do it already. With the way he keeps making all these cute little noises, Ambrose will be bursting through that door in no time.”

Smiling wide, Vance walks toward us and tugs down his underwear, keeping them in his hand as he walks closer.

“Such a fucking sight.” He strokes his cock while tugging on Oakley’s hair. Princess parts his lips, eyes half-lidded as Vance brings the crotch of his underwear to his nose. Inhaling deeply, princess slides a hand between his legs, palming his cock and moaning.

“Smell good, baby?”

“Mhm.” He licks at the fabric and my cock springs to life again, interested in a second go at that pretty mouth. Or maybe something else. My gaze drops to his cheeks spreading around my teasing fingers and more sounds come from him.

“Look at you. Such a little cock slut. Just had a taste of Mitch’s and now want mine.”

“Need to come,” he says, pressing his ass harder against my hand.

“Oh, you will. Over and over until I’m done with you. But before you can, I’ll need to keep you from waking Ambrose. He likes his sleep and takes this whole proving-himself thing seriously. We, on the other hand, can’t resist a yummy princess with a slutty hole.”

He whines, tugging at the cotton with his teeth. Vance shoves the underwear into his mouth, muffling his sounds. “I need you to hold those in there for me. Show us how long you can keep them in your mouth. You want to be good for us, don’t you?”

Oakley nods, his sounds not getting past the gag.

“Thought so. It’s like you were made to be our personal little plaything. To make us happy and let us use you however we need.”

My cock jerks at Vance’s words. Fucker knows how easily I can get off on his dirty talk alone, and hearing him say these things to princess only increases my arousal, my tip leaking against his thigh.

“We won’t be fucking that ass yet, though. Not until Ambrose is ready to join us.”

He should go first anyway. He’s been waiting for this opportunity a lot longer than we have. “Ambrose is going to be pissed.”

Vance laughs, laying a blanket on the floor in front of the fire. “I plan on it. The sex is always better when he is. He can take it out on the princess’s ass while I use my cock to stop him from all that yelling he likes to do.”

I laugh, my balls aching for another release. Fuck Vance for making me hornier than I was earlier. Now he’s using princess and Ambrose to edge me more.

As if knowing exactly what he’s doing, he smirks at me, slapping Oakley’s ass. “On the floor, sweetheart.”

Like a lost little lamb, Oakley looks around like he can’t remember where the floor is. Vance lifts him like he’s nothing and sets him on the ground gently. “Right here, little one. On your hands and knees. Spread those legs as wide as you can too.”

Oakley lifts himself up on his hands and knees, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he looks our way. His eyes are more open and glazed over. The lights are on but it’s almost as if no one’s home. He must be drunk off arousal from having his throat fucked raw. Whatever it is, the boy doesn’t seem fully with it, needing more guidance than usual.

“You think we broke him already?” I ask, dropping to the floor like Vance is directing me to. He shoves down on my shoulder when I move too slow.

“Nah. He can handle way more than he has. Look how he’s practically placing himself on a silver platter for us.”

Oakley spreads his legs, humping the air.

“You sure we can’t fuck that needy little ass yet?” I ask while Oakley is using one hand to pull one ass cheek to the side, showing us his pink, twitching bud. My mouth waters and Vance goes quiet, grinding his teeth together as if considering my words.

Then he shakes his head, walking behind Oakley. “Not yet. Not until we can all have it at the same time.”

Sighing, I nod, touching one of Oakley’s nipples, my fingers pinching lightly at the hard nub. “He’s so fucking tempting.”

“Very, and too damn quiet now. I was really looking forward to his screams while I feasted on his tight little ass.”

Oakley rocks forward. Both hands are on the ground as he moans against the cloth. His cockhead weeps and I struggle to keep my tongue in my mouth.

“I bet they’d sound real pretty,” I say, tugging at his other nipple, unable to stop touching him.

“They would, but all good things come to those who wait. I think I’ll be perfectly happy with what I can get now.”

“Yeah.” My face inches closer to Oakley’s jolting cock and Vance yanks me back before I can swipe my tongue at the glistening skin.

“Not like that, big man. Get on your back, your face underneath his crotch. Get naked first.”

Vance and I undress quickly. He waits until I’m where he wants me, then crawls over my legs, shoving them together as he straddles my thighs.

“So pretty.” He pries open Oakley’s cheeks, licking down his crease. “So yummy too.”

“Can I get a taste now?” I lick my lips as Oakley’s head leaks against my cheek.

“Go ahead, we can have a late-night snack together.” Vance shoves his face into Oakley’s ass, causing more light sounds from him. He continues to wet my cheek and I chase his tip with my mouth, sucking it between my teeth. Massaging his balls, I lift my head off the ground, taking him all the way down to the back of my throat. I lick and suck, my cheeks hollowing out with each bob of my head. He really is yummy. I need more.

Oakley fucks my face, and I’m glad my mouth is too full for me to make too many of my own slutty sounds when Vance drags his cock over mine. Skin slaps harder against skin as he grinds our hips together. Shockwaves of pleasure scatter along my spine and my vision blurs the closer I am to reaching nirvana. I didn’t think I could come again so soon, but being used by princess and Vance at the same time has me feeling too much all at once.

More slapping sounds fill the room, along with slurping and dirty, wet squelching. My cock pulses against Vance’s, his swollen head forcing precum from my slit. I can feel the bulge of his veins when he wraps his fingers around us, and I’m so snug between his length and palm. I press harder to him. My legs shake and my throat clenches with the rest of my body. I come so hard I temporarily black out.

My eyes blink open again as I choke a little on Oakley’s dick, his body a writhing mess as he fills my throat with his release. I swallow as much as I can, too drunk off my own release to have much control of where my tongue goes. He has definitely been missing from the equation this whole time and I don’t think either of us will feel complete until we’re all together this way. None of us are very affectionate guys outside of sex, but I could see princess changing that. All I want to do is wrap him in my arms when Vance lifts him off me.

He lays him on the couch, stroking his cock and lifting Oakley’s hips while he buries his face back in his ass. I watch as his tongue darts in and out, Oakley fighting to get free from the overstimulation. His chest lifts as if being pulled toward the heavens by a powerful force.

His skin glistens with sweat, the gag spilling from his mouth as his eyes roll back in his head. Vance continues attacking his hole with his tongue, his cock fucking harder into his fist as Oakley grinds his hips. Fuck, I’m getting hard again. How can I not with this perfect sight unfolding in front of me? Oakley scratches at the couch cushions, his body thrashing as he comes for the second time.

“Such a slutty hole. It likes being touched and played with, huh? I bet it likes being full too.” Vance’s cum spills all over the blanket on the couch and he licks at the mess on Oakley’s stomach. I look at the ceiling, waiting to regain feeling in my limbs before walking to the bathroom with my softening dick swinging between my legs.

By the time I’m done cleaning myself up and splashing water over my flushed face, Vance has already tugged on his clothes. He lifts princess in his arms and carries him back to his room, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I got you, sweetheart. Time to get some sleep now. You better stay in your bed this time. Ambrose is an early riser.” His chuckles grow quieter as he enters the bedroom.

I dress and collapse back in the recliner. Vance quietly closes the door behind him and grabs two bottles of water from the fridge. “Princess is out like a damn light. He started snoring almost as loud as your ass as soon as I tucked him in.”

I laugh. “He wore me out just as much.” I take the bottle of water from Vance’s hand as he makes his way back to the couch. Cool liquid hits my throat, the ache lessening with each gulp. I drain the bottle and toss it onto the coffee table, laying back the head of the recliner.

The ceiling spins and I smile, closing my eyes as Vance tells me, “I can’t wait to be between Oakley’s thighs again. Hopefully, next time I’ll be licking all our cum out of him.”

I drift off to the image, hope fluttering in my chest that it’s a lot closer to becoming our reality than it was before.

Chapter Six

Oakley

L ow moans stir me awake, along with a salty taste strong on my tongue. My eyes fly open and a taut stomach covered in tattoos is resting in front of my face, my lips wrapped around a thick cock. I back away, panic rising in my chest as I take in Ambrose’s and my naked bodies. Not again. His eyes remain closed and he stirs, his legs closing in on me.

His face moves from side to side and his lids flutter open. As I try to hurry off the bed, my arm is grabbed before my feet can hit the floor.

“Oakley?” Ambrose lifts his head, his eyes squinting.

“I must have stumbled in here by accident.” My voice is hoarse, my throat sore and throbbing. “Got lost in the middle of the night after going to the bathroom. I’m never fully with it in the middle of the night. Usually half asleep.”

His gaze runs over my body. “You go to the bathroom naked in a cabin full of strangers?”

“I told you I’m not very oriented at night and you’re not a stranger. Not even close.”

“You keep looking at me like I’m one. Well, most of the time. Whenever the same old familiarity does hit your eyes, I try to hold on to it for as long as I can.”

“Why?” My pulse races in my ears.

“Makes me feel like I’m back where I was two years ago.”

“Why would you want that?” My chest hollows when I remember sending him text after text with no answer.

His brows knit together. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve avoided me all this time, almost like you wished to be rid of me. I’m sorry my dad made you come back into my life.”

“I’m not.” He blinks up at me, stroking my arm.

“I don’t understand.”

“There’s something I want to talk to you about. I should have brought it up before instead of being a damn coward.” He holds my stare before looking down at his naked body. “Where did my clothes go?”

I swallow the dryness in my throat, unable to meet his eyes. “I think I took them off. I?—”

“Still do things in your sleep that you don’t remember?”

“Yeah.” I shut my eyes, my chest hurting every time I take a breath.

“It’s okay. Look at me.”

I shake my head, tears pouring from the corners of my clenching eyes. “I can’t, Ambrose. Not after what happened last time we were in this exact situation.”

“What if I say I don’t plan on running away again?”

“But what I did to you while you were sleeping?—”

“You were sleeping too.” He strokes my cheek the same way he used to and I open my eyes, finding no judgment in his. “You were asleep, right?”

“Yeah. It’s a condition I have. I make my roommate tie me to the bed during finals,” I say in between chuckles. “Stressful situations make it worse and it’s like my body acts for me. I have no control over it. I’m so sorry, Ambrose.” More tears heat my cheeks.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, princess. I’m the one who should apologize.”

“You were right to stay away from me. I’m not safe to be around when I sleep. I tried to block my door with a chair last night but apparently I underestimated myself. You guys can tie me up. Then you don’t have to worry about this happening again.”

“Shh.” His eyes soften and he drags me more onto him, my soft cock resting on his thigh. “I wasn’t right in anything I did. You can’t help what you do but I can. I did it anyway, and was too ashamed to face you afterward.”

“What?” My head spins in confusion.

“I’ve known for a while you had this problem. I tried to wake you the first few times, and then I just let you finish, pretending the next day nothing had happened. Then you saw me awake while you were in the middle of coming, and when you said you didn’t do it because you wanted me, I shut down. I realized right then and there I wanted you to want me.” He puffs out a breath. “I tried to move past my feelings for you by putting distance between us, but when it happened again, I watched. I watched, and ate your cum while I jerked off in the bathroom.”

Shell-shocked, all I can do is sit here. Words catch in my throat every time I try to speak, my breaths shortening.

“You see? I’m the one who fucked up, in more ways than one. You should be disappointed in me. I’m the bad guy here, not you. I was worried if I didn’t stay away for good, I’d do something worse.”

After everything he admitted to—holding back his feelings, lying to me, and doing something I should be appalled over—I can’t help but still view him as my safe place. My best friend. I doubt it makes sense to anyone else, even him, but Ambrose didn’t stay away because he hated me or was disgusted. He did it because he wanted to protect me from himself.

“I think after what I did to you only minutes ago while you were sleeping, I have no right to judge you, and it’s not like you took advantage of me. You only watched, right?”

“Well, yeah.” His forehead lifts. “I would never do that to you while you weren’t coherent. It was more obvious you weren’t those first few times when you had your eyes closed, slurring words. You looked more awake the second time, seeming so at peace. I didn’t want to disturb you, or make you feel embarrassed again.”

Smiling, I lean closer and stroke his hair back. “I don’t think you’re a bad guy, and I’ve always had feelings for you. Maybe my body subconsciously knew that more than I did.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” He looks toward the open door and back at me. “Wait. You didn’t sneak into bed with any of the other guys, did you?”

My teeth clench. I look back, and then at him. “I don’t know about Mitch, but something definitely happened with Vance while I was both asleep and awake.”

The tightness in my chest doesn’t lessen until he laughs. “Since you let it happen while you were lucid, I’m guessing you aren’t too beat up about whatever happened while you were sleeping.”

“I…” I bite my lip and my cheeks flush.

“Oh, baby. You really are perfect for us, aren’t you?” He traces the seam of my lips and I let out a whimper.

“Yeah, you are. If you really want us to tie you up, we can, but it’s all up to you whether or not you…” He pauses, sucking his teeth.

“Whether or not I…what?”

“Want to keep paying us visits at night,” he continues. “I certainly don’t mind. But before that happens, you’ll need to give us permission to interact back. No way I’ll be able to push you off my dick next time, and I won’t be able to stop from touching you either.” He pinches one of my nipples and I straddle his lap, sticking out my chest.

“I want that deal too,” Vance says entering the room, Mitch trickling in behind him.

“Me too.” The redhead strokes his beard, standing over me with a heated gaze.

“So, our little princess has a sleeping disorder? Who knew there even was one where you seem so awake while being super horny. I mean, you were begging for it.”

I lick my lips and struggle to stay still when Vance strokes my back. “It’s called sexsomnia. I sleep walk, jerk off, and engage in sexual acts with no recollection.”

“So you never wanted any of that last night then?” Mitch’s brow wrinkles.

“Oh, he definitely did.” Vance lowers his hand. “He was willing to whore himself out for me on the couch while we were watching the show, weren’t you, princess?”

Nearly breathless, I nod, pushing my ass against his hand as he strokes my hole.

“He still is. Him and this slutty little hole of his. I think it needs way more than our tongues and fingers today.”

“Is that true, little one?” Mitch’s chest rises and falls heavily.

“Yeah, I want all three of you. Ever since you showed up at my school. I want y’all to help me come while I’m sleeping too so I can wake up with my ass aching.”

“And filled with cum?” Ambrose grabs my chin, shoving his thumb between my lips. I suck it slowly into my mouth, rocking my erection into his. “We were all tested before messing around with each other, and none of us have done anything with anyone else outside this room. It’s an agreement we all have.”

“No one else is allowed to touch you either, princess.” Vance lightly brushes his nail over my pucker and I shudder.

“I…no one else. I’ve never had anyone inside me before.” How bad will it hurt?

All their eyes light up at that last statement.

“Do you know what happened in the living room last night?” Mitch asks, looking halfway hopeful.

Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I shake my head

“Want us to give you a little preview?” Vance removes his finger from my ass and shoves it in his mouth, getting it sopping wet before shoving it back between my cheeks.

I jerk, breaths rushing out of me as he breaches my entrance. “Please.”

“Finish doing what you were doing to Ambrose earlier and we’ll show you.”

Salivating, I push my tongue out of my mouth and slide down his body. Vance keeps his finger where it is until he’s able to replace it with his tongue. He licks at my hole and I moan around Ambrose’s cock, dragging a groan from him when I lick around his crown.

“Fuck. You are definitely much prettier in the daylight. Look at you taking a cock and tongue at the same time. Ready for my mouth, little one?” Mitch steps closer, tugging off his clothes and I nod. My tongue stretches out, trying to taste every part of Ambrose’s silky skin it can, taking him further into my mouth.

“That feels so good, baby.” Ambrose strokes my hair.

He’s so gentle while Vance is so rough, digging his nails into my hips as he sucks and bites at my pucker. I feel like I’m being tugged everywhere at once when Mitch climbs onto the bed and laps at my tip. He tightens his fingers on my base, sliding up and down as he licks at the underside.

I tremble, my toes curling as I roll my hips, needing more of everything. More of Vance’s long, wet tongue snaking inside me. More of Mitch’s rough hand and warm mouth enveloping my dick. More of Ambrose’s cum on my tongue. Just fucking more.

I never thought I’d end up here, being pleasured and used all at once by three sexy bikers promising me the whole world. I don’t want to leave either. Not wanting to think about what will happen once we leave the cabin and I’m safely delivered to my dad, I let my thoughts fade away, giving in to the wonderful sensations crawling all over my skin.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Vance says. “I want this tight little hole squeezing my cock.”

I want that too. Squirming, I keep using my tongue and mouth on Ambrose until he pulls me off with a pop. “What do you say I get you stretched open for Vance? He’s bigger than all of us and you definitely can’t take him as you are.”

“Ye–ah. Get me open for him.” I look up at him, fucking in and out of Mitch’s mouth while Vance pours lube over my hole. I don’t ask where he got it but I’m assuming my bedroom or bag. I keep bottles everywhere so I can jerk off before I sleep, hoping it’ll keep me in my bed at night. I didn’t do that here because I thought I’d be safe in a separate room. I was very wrong but also glad. Would I be here otherwise? When I’m awake I’m not brave enough to admit how I feel about someone, but asleep me gives zero fucks.

Vance doesn’t stop driving me crazy with his mouth and Ambrose slips a finger inside me. He twists and curls it a few times before adding a second. Once he’s up to three, he slams his hand hard against my ass, scissoring me in between quick thrusts.

My moans turn to high pitched shrieks. I feel like I’m being shaken on the inside, my head more fuzzy the closer I get to coming undone. Ambrose removes his fingers just as I’m on the cusp of eruption and lines his fat head with my hole. Sliding in slowly, he bucks his hips, and it’s like something pops inside me when he pushes past my tight muscles. Halfway inside, he holds still while Mitch adds more suction to my tip. I fight against the exploding pleasure. I’m blinded the more it builds up inside me, the pressure overwhelming when Ambrose shoves himself all the way in.

Harsh breaths are forced from my lungs and my body stretches more around him, the ache decreasing with each thrust. He goes from slow to fast, switching between the two while fucking deeper. I’m spiraling out of control, feeling like I’ve been holding my breath for a long time when he switches places with Mitch.

“Fuck,” I shout. My insides are being completely rearranged, with Mitch squeezing his way into my tight channel. It’s like a fucking Coke can being stuffed into a straw. A throbbing pain crawls up inside me and mixes with the prickling heat rubbing under my skin. The discomfort lessens at the circling of Mitch’s hips. He takes his time, drilling in and out of me at a slow pace, gaining momentum when I start meeting his thrusts.

A finger slides in alongside his cock, and I don’t think it’s necessary until Vance is shoving him out of the way, arranging my whole insides when he fucks his way in, grinding his head against my sweet spot. My vision spins and my arms almost give out. Mitch and Ambrose go from kissing my cock and nipples to making out with each other. My boner bounces between my legs the harder Vance’s thighs make contact with my ass, and I feel like I’m being split in two. I’ve never had something so big inside me.

I’ve never had a cock in me before today and none of my toys were a match for any of these guys. I let out a sob, clenching my cheeks and feeling the pressure let up when Vance starts playing with my balls. “You’re doing so good, princess. Look at how good this hole is for us. It’s so hungry for cock, sucking us in easily after being rubbed the right way. Like a genie in a fucking bottle.”

Mitch snorts and starts singing the words to “Genie in a Bottle” by Christina Aguilera while he rubs my belly and lower back. Ambrose claims my lips with his, my tongue buzzing at each touch. His tongue is like a spark plug, zapping me with electricity.

“You ready to come for us?” Vance bucks his hips, hitting the magic button inside me on repeat.

I gasp out a breath as Ambrose separates his lips from mine, and I say, “Yes. Please. Want to come in your mouth.” My gaze meets Ambrose’s eyes and he smiles, rubbing a thumb over my cheek.

“Whatever princess wants. Ain’t that right, Vance?”

“Sure is.” Our sweaty bodies rub harder together, and I no longer feel like I’m on planet Earth with how weightless I am. Stars blink around me when Ambrose swallows down my cock, tugging at it with his tight throat, and I writhe between his mouth and Vance’s dick while Mitch shoves his tongue between my lips. Floating higher off the fucking bed, I come so hard I nearly pass out. I bury my face in the pillow and Vance steadies me in his large arms, filling me with his cum.

I’m not given much of a break before Vance and Ambrose set me on Mitch’s cock. He fucks up inside me, not taking very long to spill his seed. My hole feels so loose and takes Ambrose’s cock with no issues when he lays me on my back, slipping inside me. Lifting my legs, he strokes my cheek, smiling down at me. “Don’t think we’ll let you go after this, princess. Don’t think I’ll ever let you go.”

Animalistic sounds spill out of me and my hole pulsates around him, my dick dribbling with what’s left in me. Drained and groggy, my arms curl around my head. I smile up at the ceiling while Ambrose stuffs more cum inside me. Grunting, he chases his pleasure, using my ass to milk himself dry. When he pulls out of me, he shoves the spilling cum back in my ass, leaving as much inside me as he can.

Keeping my legs lifted, Ambrose moves out of the way for Vance to go to town on my ass with his tongue, slurping and sucking on my hole. He’s like a starved man working his way through a large buffet, humming between each swallow. He keeps diving back in for more until I’m nearly cleaned out, licking his lips as he backs away. Mitch grabs him by the hair, licking inside his mouth to get a taste of our essence. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I let myself drift off happily.

Large arms wrap around me from both sides and a blanket tugs over us, warming me up.

“This is what you need now, isn’t it, princess?”

“Mhm,” I say, somewhere between an awake and dreamlike state.

“Whatever princess needs, princess gets,” a deep voice whispers in my ear.

It doesn’t matter who says it, the words apply for all of them anyway. I can feel it in all their warmth and the sweet kisses peppering my skin.

I don’t want to run away anymore either. Not from who I am or the men who are willing to accept me for all of it. So I’ll lie here with them and be their little princess for as long as they let me.