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  The man’s got some issues. Fighting in Griskold’s military — serving his country — left him a little fucked up, sure. We all have mental scars from it — it just so happens that his are physical, too, and that means his public appearances are rarer than a polar bear in the Sahara.

  But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be a good king.

  “What’s with the anti-Prince-Julian nonsense?” I growl at Belle.

  She raises one eyebrow as she scans a book.

  “You disagree?” she says coolly.

  “I think that refusing to be constantly in front of the cameras doesn’t disqualify you from being king.”

  “But the King of Griskold is our representative to the world,” she says. “And if he refuses to fill that role...”

  “That role can be filled in lots of ways,” Kieran suddenly adds, glancing over his shoulder at the book, his face darkening again. “You don’t need to call a solider and patriot a beast.”

  Belle laughs. I frown, taken aback, as she scans the last book.

  “I don’t actually agree with that one,” she says. “I think Lamont rests far too much of his case against the monarchy on hearsay and rumor, and I agree that it’s rude to call the Prince a beast. It’s just there to rile people up, and riled up people buy books.”

  Kieran and I exchange a glance. Beside me, Bianca’s grinning.

  “So it worked,” Kieran says.

  Belle just shrugs, still smiling.

  “Are you riled up?”

  I sigh.

  “And buying books,” I say.

  “Three forty-five sixty-seven,” Belle says.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kieran

  We go straight from Belle’s bookshop to the Jeep, waiting on a side street for us. Beckett and I make Bianca wait a few feet away while we quickly check it for explosives, then all climb in. Beckett drives, Bianca rides shotgun, and I sit in the back.

  As we leave town and get back on the narrow, rutted road that leads to the hunting cabin, I’m still keyed up. Even though the threat turned out to be nothing at all, it still left an unpleasant taste in my mouth.

  Now I know how easy it would be to actually steal her away, and the thought makes my blood run cold.

  In the rearview mirror, I see Beckett make a face at me. I scowl back, still lost in thought.

  “Nothing happened,” he points out.

  “I know,” I mutter.

  We’re on the dirt road, all three of us slightly jostled as Beckett drives up it, a little faster than I’d like, but I don’t say anything. I’d probably be driving hell-for-leather right now too, just to get her back to the safe cabin where I know the doors lock properly.

  Sitting in the front seat, Bianca turns toward me. She slides the seat all the way back, lets it down a little.

  “I’m sorry,” she says, her big eyes wide. “Please don’t blame Beckett, it’s not his fault, I just saw that guy standing there while I was alone, and... I freaked.”

  We go over a big bump in the road, and despite myself — despite the danger still rattling through my veins — I watch the way her tits bounce under her dress, her nipples half-hard against the fabric.

  I look back at her face, and now she’s smiling, her smile a little wicked.

  “You’re not trained in any of this,” I mutter. “You’re a civilian, you can’t be expected to...”

  She’s still grinning wickedly, her fingers at the top button of her dress, slowly undoing it.

  “I’m fine,” Bianca whispers. “Take your mind off it.”

  “Hey, I’m driving,” Beckett says, his head turning lightning-fast between the road and Bianca, now on the second button.

  “Don’t crash,” she purrs, undoing yet another one as we go over a bump, tits bouncing deliciously again.

  I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing a bra as her fingers undo the last few, the bodice of her dress now totally undone. She bites her lip and rubs her hands over the fabric covering her, shadows all that I can see through the open slit.

  “You’re the one who lost her,” I growl at Beckett, reaching forward and pulling the dress open.

  I was right. No bra, just her perfect, luscious breasts with their rosy nipples, stiff against the air, perfectly framed by the bodice. They bounce and sway with the motion of the Jeep, and I’m instantly rock-hard.

  I reach out, caress one between my fingers as Bianca leans sideways in her seat, the seatbelt off. The pebbled skin is soft beneath my fingers, and I can already see her wicked smile fading, that look of pure lust coming onto her face.

  Our dirty girl is insatiable, and I love it. I love that she can’t get enough of us, that even now she wants us, taking her top off while we’re still bouncing down a dirt road through the forest.

  “Good thing there’s no other people on this road,” I say, leaning forward so I can grab her tits with both hands, squeezing and kneading.

  Bianca arches her back, her breath quickening. I swear the dress she’s wearing was made for sex, and there’s something so dirty about that that I want to explode.

  “Why’s that?” she whispers.

  I lean further forward, squeezing her perfect breasts hard with my hands, capturing her mouth with mine. She moans, putting her hands on mine and helping me squeeze, pushing her tits against me.

  “Because I can’t wait to get home to fuck you,” I whisper back.

  Her lust-filled eyes dart over to Beckett, who’s slowed the car, eyes darting back and forth between us and the road, and I laugh as I lower my head to her ear, her neck.

  “We can always show him what he’s missing and maybe he’ll get a turn when we get home,” I murmur in her ear. “Think you’d like that, Princess? One of us after the other?”

  She bites her red lip between her teeth, and I put one hand on her knee, sliding my hand up her thigh.

  “I already have,” she reminds me.

  Beckett floors it over another bump, and all three of us fly into the air a little, landing with an oof.

  “It’s too dangerous to fuck in the car,” Beckett growls, but I just laugh.

  “Scoot forward,” I tell Bianca, and she does.

  In moments I’m in her seat, pulling her onto my lap, her legs wide around mine. I’ve got a nipple in one hand and in the other I’m pulling her skirt up, seeking her wetness with my fingers.

  I find it easily, and Bianca moans, writhing on my lap.

  “You didn’t wear a bra or panties,” I murmur in her ear. “Don’t you want to show him? Prove that all along you wanted to get fucked before we got back home?”

  She’s half-coy, half-innocent as she pushes her skirt over her thighs, then her hips. I pull her legs apart, and I know that Beckett can see that she’s bare, can smell how turned on she is right now, even if he can’t quite see her pink lips.

  But just in case, I run two fingers between them, opening her for us both. I’m taunting him, and I know it, but he lost her.

  This is his punishment.

  “I’m not surprised,” I tell her. “You’re so wet you’re soaking my pants through, and we’re not even halfway there.”

  I knead her breasts. She gasps, moans, and I’m that much harder for knowing she planned this.

  Bianca reaches back, arching off the seat, and undoes my pants, reaches in. She sits right in front of my cock and leans back, the pressure of our bodies together lighting me on fire.

  “You don’t seem to mind,” she murmurs back.

  In the driver’s seat, Beckett growls. Bianca reaches over, strokes one thigh, and he nearly drives off the road. I shove my pants further down, and suddenly we’re skin-to-skin and I’m done waiting.

  I lift Bianca up. Her hand comes off Beckett’s thigh, grabs the car door for support, and I lower her right onto my cock.

  “Kieran,” she gasps, her head tilting back. Almost automatically, she puts one hand to a breast, pinching her own nipple.

  Beckett growls again. Now he’s not doing much mo
re than glancing at the road while he stares at Bianca.

  “Did you think about my cock every time a breeze went up your skirt?” I ask into her ear. “Every time your skirt swished against your thigh, did you wish it was my hand, reaching for your swollen little pussy?”

  “Yes,” she moans. “God, I love the way you feel.”

  Beckett’s got an erection the size of Mount Everest.

  Good. This is what he gets for nearly losing her.

  We go over a bump and Bianca bounces on my lap, forcing me even deeper, and she gasps, clutching at the car door.

  “Oh, fuck,” she breathes, the words almost reverent, both hands on her tits now. “Oh God, Kieran, fuck me just like that.”

  I dig my hands into her hips and grind her down onto me, feeling her pussy stretch and flex, fluttering with every bump we go across as she moans like crazy. Before I know it, she’s leaning back onto me, writhing and arching, and I’m fucking her hard while barely moving at all, the dirt road below us doing all the work.

  It’s fucking good. It’s new. No one’s ever ridden my cock as we drove down a bumpy dirt road before, but it’s fucking incredible. The way that I can feel every millimeter of Bianca’s pussy as she moans, the way every rut and bump pushes me deeper than before. The way she’s practically impaled on my cock, helpless with pleasure.

  “I’m gonna come,” Bianca whimpers, her pussy clenching around me yet again, the soft sensations making the heat pool in my belly. “Kieran, fuck me until I come.”

  The car swerves and slows, Beckett glancing over yet again, one hand off the wheel and reaching for Bianca’s thigh. She looks at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a moan on her red lips, as he grabs her knee, pulls it toward him, opening her thighs even further.

  He crawls his hand up toward her clit, still glancing at the road every so often. I’m half afraid he’s going to run us into a tree, but I don’t even care at this point. Bianca’s head goes back on my shoulder as he starts rubbing her swollen clit, wet with her juices, and she moans at the roof of the Jeep.

  “Oh God,” she moans. “I love it when you both fuck me.”

  I grab her knee, lift her leg over the console so she’s straddling me at an angle, her back still against me, but now Beckett has a perfect view of my thick cock inside Bianca while he rubs her clit.

  “We’re not both fucking you,” I tell her. “Not yet.”

  “I want you to,” she breathes.

  The thought nearly sends me over the edge: Beckett in one hole, my cock in the other, Bianca between us coming so hard she can barely move.

  We go over a hard bump, shoving my cock deep inside Bianca, and she makes a noise that’s half-moan, half-scream of pleasure as she’s still kneading her own breasts, riding my cock in the car while Beckett massages her clit, one leg slung over the center console.

  It’s nearly pornographic, except it’s only for us. It’ll only ever be for us.

  “I’m gonna come,” she gasps. “Make me come, please.”

  Beckett careens around a curve in the bumpy road. We’re nearly there, and just as I realize that Bianca’s body shakes, her moans twice as loud.

  Her pussy spasms around me, so tight it nearly hurts, her back arching as she cries out wordlessly.

  “I knew you fucking liked this,” I growl into her ear, so close myself that my cock feels like heated steel. “I knew how bad you needed us to fuck you before you even got home.”

  Bianca just moans again, her eyelids fluttering, her hips bucking and writhing as she moves on top of me, pussy practically milking my cock.

  I last one more second, and then I burst inside her. I grab her by the hips, hold her down so I’m as deep inside her as I can possibly get, and I fill her sweet pussy with stream after stream of come, this glorious terrible road doing all the work.

  “I love it when you come inside me,” she whispers, her eyelids lowering now, her voice soft and mewling and needy even as she’s still pinching and rolling her nipples, hips still moving on top of me.

  Beckett takes his hand off her, wrenches the wheel around a turn, and suddenly the cabin is there in front of us. He pulls up in front, brakes hard, and shuts off the car as fast as he possibly can.

  Then he leans over, grabs Bianca’s head, and kisses her hard while I’m still inside her.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Beckett

  Bianca’s lips practically melt under mine as I kiss her hard, her body still writhing with pleasure. I know Kieran’s still inside her, but I know she likes this.

  She likes having both of us in her, one way or another, likes being a plaything for two men at the same time.

  And that’s good. I could never do this with anyone else, but strangely, I like that I’m kissing her while she’s still fucking my best friend. I like watching him fuck her while I play with her clit, the way she comes so hard with his cock inside her.

  I’m jealous, but I’m something else, too. It wasn’t like this with the other girls we’ve fucked together — that was always about seeing how far we could go, how much the same girl would let us use her at the same time.

  But this is different. It could never be like this with anyone but her, and I know it.

  “Stay there,” I growl when I finish the kiss, my hand still grabbing her chin.

  Bianca’s disheveled, her dress unbuttoned over her tits and hiked up around her waist, but she’s still so fucking beautiful it hurts. Maybe more beautiful for looking completely wanton like she does, like a woman in need of another good fuck.

  I leap out of the car, come around the front, and wrench open Kieran’s door before he can. Bianca just smiles at me, still impaled on her cock, as I lift her off of him and stand her in front of me, pushing her back against the seat with him still in it.

  “Kieran was right,” I say. “Now it’s my turn.”

  She’s smiling, biting her lip, but I claim her mouth again, hard and merciless. Watching Kieran fuck her nearly made me crash the car, so out of my mind with lust that I thought we might not make it back here at all.

  “I liked it when you watched me,” she says, all coyness and innocence at the same time.

  I spin her around roughly, bend her over Kieran’s lap, his flaccid cock still out.

  “Good,” I growl, moving one hand up the back of her thigh, giving her perfect ass a good, hard squeeze. “Because I liked watching you get fucked, Princess, and I’m about to do it again. Only now I’m going to be the one fucking you.”

  In moments, my pants are undone, my cock out, one hand tangled in her hair. Bianca moans against Kieran’s lap as I push the head of my cock to her entrance, already dripping with his juices, but I don’t care.

  She’s not his. She’s not mine.

  She’s ours.

  I drive my cock into her with a single thrust, as hard and deep as I possibly can. I roar, and she cries out with pleasure, her breath coming fast, her heart pounding so hard I can feel it when I fuck her.

  Despite mine being the second cock inside her in as many minutes, she’s still so tight it’s like she’s a glove for my cock, and her whole body jerks and writhes with pleasure as I pull out and fuck her again, even harder the second time.

  “Beckett,” she whimpers. “Oh God, Beckett.”

  She’s still got her head down on Kieran’s lap, and I pull her hair while I fuck her, the black strands wrapped around my fist, so she’s standing with her back arched, tits on Kieran’s thigh. He reaches down and takes them in his hands, pinching both nipples at once.

  Bianca shivers. Her pussy’s already fluttering around my thick shaft. I fuck her as deep as I can with every stroke, and each time her body gives me a little jolt of pleasure.

  I’m not gonna last long. I can’t watch her come, undone and disheveled and the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, then fuck her and not come like a freight train, but I want her to come again first. She’s close, moaning and screaming while I fuck her and Kieran pinches her delicate pink nipples.

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nbsp; He shifts in his seat toward us, and then he’s reaching down. He kisses her hard, makes her moans muffled, and then he’s got his fingers on her clit while I fuck her, both of us moving furiously at once.

  “I need you both,” she whispers.

  A tremor goes through her body. I pull her hair a little harder.

  “I want you both to fuck me,” she murmurs. She nearly sounds delirious, but I know she means what she says. “Please, I want you both to—”

  I pull out, the ridge of my cock out past her lips, and then I slam into her as hard as I fucking can.

  “—Fuck me!” she shouts, her voice breaking with pleasure as her words turn into one long moan and she comes, pussy fluttering and writhing and jolting around me. She comes like this is her very first orgasm, moaning into Kieran’s mouth, both of us on her at once, sharing in her pleasure.

  I completely lose control, fuck her hard and fast and just as she finishes, I’m coming too, unloading my cock into her totally bare, doing my best to fill her up like I know she wants.

  Slowly, I let go of her hair, and she crumples forward into Kieran. He wraps his arms around her, even as one of her hands drifts back to me, stroking my hip as she looks over her shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes.

  “That satisfy you for another few hours?” I ask, leaning forward and teasing into her ear. “You like knowing that the two of us can barely keep up with you?”

  She bites her lip, laughing.

  “You’re doing just fine,” she murmurs back.

  Even though Kieran and I are on edge for the next few days, nothing else happens. We’re afraid that poor Günther was set up by the hacker group, that he was some sort of dry run for them.

  Maybe they just used him to see how she’d react if she was chased. Maybe they wanted to see if they could get her alone, make her panic.

  Or maybe that was a fluke accident and it had nothing at all to do with them. I’ve got no idea.

  But we don’t go out again, not out of sight of the cabin. We cook a lot, we read books. We find a turntable in the mostly-unused study, and the three of us hang out together, trying to appreciate the classical music records we find.