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Riot packed all my things when it was time to transfer onto the bus, then he set them up for me. On his bus. Where Sonatina no longer is.

Rook had finally been able to go through it properly. He’d located a few hidden listening devices and destroyed them. Sonatina had definitely been spying on the band. She must have known I was with them as soon as I arrived.

Then all four men had flanked me in the garage. Probably because I had started hyperventilating as soon as we stepped out of the elevator. Bad bitch that I am, Marco has shaken me.

His attention focused on the movie, Riot brushes his fingers lightly against my ribcage. They slightly graze the side of my boob as they wander. Up. Down. Feather light. Shark week is over. My body is hypersensitive, and every touch spreads tingles throughout my body. My nipples tighten.

I try to concentrate on the movie. Afterall, this is one of my favorite movies. I’ve seen it more than a dozen times, and I know every line. In years past, I would murmur the lines to myself before the actors on screen said them. Riot would tease me for doing so, and I would climb onto his lap and cover his mouth with both my hands.

My hands would almost always end up trapped behind my back in one of his while he owned my mouth. One thing would lead to another. My panties would end up tugged to the side...

“I can smell you, Little Vandal,” Riot growls in my ear sending a shiver down my spine. The tension in the air rises, and it becomes apparent that Riot and I are not the only ones feeling it.

Movement under my feet drags some of my attention to Kodiak as he slowly readjusts, spreading his knees just a bit. Testing my theory, I slightly stretch my foot out and ‘accidentally’ graze his cock. He’s hard.

More warmth spreads between my thighs. Lighting me up on the inside.

“You want to play?” Riot nuzzles my neck. His hard length becoming more and more apparent behind me.

My gaze still focused on the screen, my attention is completely elsewhere. Flashbacks of the night of the storm resurface. Them sharing me. Riot watching as Kodiak pleasured me. Needing permission to take me too. Me giving it.

Despite the demons the storm unleashed in my head being the reason we ended up doing what we did, it was one of the hottest nights of my life. And I want to experience that again.

I slowly glance up at Riot, then over to Kodiak. My drummer boy, and Golden. Bronx is the only one even attempting to keep his gaze on the movie. I can’t sit still. I squirm a bit. My mind is spinning. Riot’s touches become more deliberate. Kodiak’s movements on my ankle more intentional. All of my boys are here right now. I’m incredibly wound up.

I want to experience... more... them...

Riot’s hand tilts my chin up so that my gaze locks on his. “You want all of us at the same time?” The heat in Riot’s eyes melts me. “Or do you want me to watch them fuck you before I claim your sweet pussy as my own and fuck it raw?”

This man and his dirty words. I slip my hand between my thighs and roll a finger over my clit through my panties. I’m soaked like I knew I would be. The memory of him fucking me without a condom... filling me... Kodiak’s hand slides to my knee. His mouth is a determined line, his gaze burning hot. “You want to be fucked raw, Scary Girl? You want to be filled...”

Bronx turns his attention to the three of us on the couch. My hand between my thighs. His pupils darken.

Kodiak and Riot are staring at each other like they’re about to lock horns. I love how possessive they both can be.

“Yes, I want to be filled.” Birth control has been covered. It’s been covered for a while now. Doc has access to the morning after pill so I can double up and be certain. There’s no reason other than my fear to keep denying myself something I desperately want. I want them to come inside me. I want to feel them dripping down my thighs. “I want to be filled... by all of you.”

“Fuck.” Golden slides his hand inside the waistband of his sweats.

Bronx groans.

“That’s what you want, Little Vandal?” Riot’s voice is dangerously low.

“Yes.” I’m certain this is what I want.

He holds my gaze. “Tell everyone your word.”

I’m instantly breathless. My body tingles all over. This is happening. “Skittles.”

He grips my chin. “Tell them again. I want no doubt we’ve all heard you.”

I glance at each of them. “Skittles.”

“Hey, Jasper,” Riot calls out to the bodyguard I’d forgotten was in the room. “Can you lose yourself for a little while?”

“Of course.” Jasper gets up and leaves the five of us alone.

“Eyes here, Little Vandal.” Riot brings me back to him with that hand on my jaw. “You look to me if you change your mind. You look to me and you say your word and it’s over.”