Shattered & Scarred: The Sacred Hearts MC (23 page)

“You know she’s your one don’t you?” he asked.

“Yeah…” I murmured, careful not to wake her.

“So it surprises the hell out of me that you’d be willing to share.” He said and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Only ‘cause it’s you. Anyone else asked I’d punch them in their god damned mouth.” Reaver laughed softly but cut it short when Ashton stirred.

“
You almost
did
punch me in my god damned mouth so why the change of heart?” he asked, after she settled, expression darkening.

“You know her douchebag ex is the only other man she’s had?” I asked him.

“Seriously?” he asked.

“Yeah. She hasn’t had a whole lot of positive experiences, sexually or otherwise. Who the fuck am I to deny her any experimentation?” I kissed the top of her head and stroked a hand through her auburn tresses.

“Doesn’t have anything to do with her sayin’ she’s yours?” he grinned at me, insightful bastard. I grinned back. Okay yeah, so that had taken care of a big chunk of my insecurity. I glossed over it and said,

“She seemed turned on at the thoug
ht of being watched.”

“I was surprised she contemplated letting us share.” He said.

“I’m adventurous that way.” She murmured and opened one eye.

Reaver laughed and said “Busted.”

“Put your hand back where it was. It was warm and I liked it.” She complained.

“She always this bossy?” he
asked and did as she told him.

“I get it from him.” She said before I could answer and both of us laughed at her.

“How you feelin’?” Reaver asked.

“
Mmm warm and safe.” She answered, cuddling between us.

“I love you.” I
murmured and kissed her forehead.

“I love you too.” She said softly.

“Anybody love me?” Reaver pouted.

“Are you in the bed with us?” I asked.

“Good point.” He said and took his hand back out from under Ashton’s shirt and stretched luxuriously.

“I
gotta piss.” He rolled out of the bed and left the room. Ashton sat up and stripped the shirt off over her head in one fluid movement. She reached into my boxers and brought me out and I put my hands behind my head and watched her, amused.

“What ‘cha up to B
aby?” I asked. She smiled sweetly and straddled me, bending to kiss me. I held her hair back with one hand and kept the other behind my head comfortably. She broke the kiss and reached down between us and slipped me inside her.

Holy god she was wet and ready. My eyes slipped shut and I palmed the top of her thigh with the hand I had out.

“He’s coming back.” I whispered softly.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked gently.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yes and no…” she answered honestly and rocked her hips. I sucked in a breath and let it out through clenched teeth. Fuck she was turning me on and working my wood.

The door opened and closed and Reaver looked up and froze.

“Holy shit.” He said. Ashton turned calmly and said “You can watch.” Reaver grinned and went over to the armchair in the corner.

“I’m down.” He said, smiling.

I looked up at my beautiful, brave, sexy girl and closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feel of her for a moment. I opened them and leveled her with my gaze. She was staring at me.

“Ashton.” I said.

“Yes?” she answered.

“Ride me.” I ordered calmly and she smiled faintly and did what I told her. She rolled her hips and arched her back. I grasped her hips and she threw back her head and gasped. I heard Reaver let out a shuddering sigh across the room and glanced his direction. He had his cock in his fist and was stroking it, his eyes lovingly roaming over the line of Ashton’s lean body as she slowly rose and fell. I felt a primal growl escape my throat and raised my hips to meet her downward momentum, shoving my cock even deeper up into her. She felt like heaven, hot and unbelievably slick against my cock. She moaned and I smiled.

“Make yourself feel good baby, I got all day.” I said and I did. I really
could
watch her like this all day. She held her hair up off her neck and used her legs to push herself up and let herself drop back down. I smoothed my hands up her sides and cupped her small breasts, teasing the nipples, pinching and rolling them between thumb and forefingers. She cried out and I heard Reaver moan from the corner.

I loved being watched, I loved that someone else was getting something out of watching my girl move above me. I felt my cock swell just that much more inside her and she let her hands drop to my chest.

“Oh god Ethan!” she gasped, leaning forward. I surged my hips forward and slid up into her harder.

“Oh man that’s nice…” Reaver commented and I realized he could see me sliding in and out of her better from this angle.

“Touch yourself baby, put those fingers on your clit.” I commanded gently and she reached down between us.

“Oh god yeah.” Reaver said when she threw back her head her fingers playing against the front of her body.

I could feel her constricting around my cock. She was close, really close and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off.

“Oh god, oh god,
ohgodohgodohgod!” Her voice rose into this epic blissed out wail and she shattered beautifully above me. Her pussy spasmed around my dick and I felt my balls tighten. I drove into her once, twice and let go. I came gently inside her, stars sparking at the edge of my vision and only vaguely recall Reaver making a satisfied grunt in the corner as he spilled too.

Ashton lay against my chest, panting softly and I cradled her to me.

“You okay Baby?” I asked softly, with no little emotion edging my voice. God she was fucking incredible, fearless and fucking gorgeous.

“That was…
uhm… wow…” She panted out and I smiled.

“I second that motion.” Reaver said and she laughed.

“I don’t know if I should feel bad that you just watched…” She said.

“No, God no… You two are fucking hot as hell.” He said.

I raised her up and kissed her long and languorous. I was so proud of her for being brave, for flying in the face of convention, for trying things outside her comfort zone… but truth be told that was the magic of a lake run. People did things here they would never normally do. What happened on a lake run usually stayed on a lake run. It was like a mini Vegas experience.

“Again.” She whispered into my mouth and I smiled. That was my girl…

Ashton…

I felt amazing. Sexy, beautiful, empowered and all because I’d made love to one man and let another watch. Reaver stayed a respectful distance but I could feel his eyes on me caressing every curve with his gaze as he stroked his cock in his hand.

I was so turned on that I asked Ethan if we could go again. He smiled against my mouth and sat up, with me still straddling his boxer clad hips all though admittedly the crisp cotton was pretty well soaked from us.

“You want Reaver to stay?” Ethan asked me and I looked over to him. I held out my hand and he raised his eyebrows. He got up and came over to me. I turned my face up and asked him with my eyes to kiss me.

“You got a condom bro?” he asked Ethan.

“Don’t need one as long as you’re clean.” I murmured and his eyebrows drew down into a frown.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Sterile.” I whispered and I felt Ethan’s hands rub up and down my body in comfort and reassurance.

“I’m sorry.” Reaver said and brought his lips gently to mine. I carefully wrapped my hand around him. He was soft and needed some coaxing to get hard again. Ethan had slipped out of me but I could feel his cock stiffening between us.

Ethan sucked a nipple into his mouth and I gasped into Reaver’s, he moaned back into mine and grew harder in my hand. I stroked him and he thrust into my hand, the moist
ure from his come coated my palm and made it easier for him to slick through my fingers. He broke the kiss and threw back his head, Ethan turned me and devoured my mouth with his and I moaned a little helplessly into it. Ethan broke the kiss after a time and whispered for me to get on my knees in the middle of the bed. He slipped off and took off his boxers. He and Reaver murmured back and forth and the bed dipped on either side as they both climbed on.

“Do you trust us?” Ethan asked me.

“Yes.” I murmured and I did.

“Okay B
abe.”

Re
aver got in front of me and Ethan behind me. He slicked the head of his cock through my folds and sank into me slowly, deeply…

“Will you suck me?” Reaver asked softly and I nodded, taking him into my mouth.
He moaned and held my hair gently back from my face. I rolled my eyes and tipped my head back to look up the length of his body into his deep blue eyes. He gasped and the look of adoration he cast down on me warmed me to my toes. I moaned around Reaver’s long cock as Ethan gently and carefully thrust into me from behind. God it felt so
good
.

Their hands, caressed and massaged their way across my body and I closed my eyes, and just felt them. Reaver pulled his hips back and freed himself from my mouth. I swallowed and closed my eyes a
s Ethan slipped free of my vagina. I felt their loss keenly. Ethan propped his back against the headboard and pulled me against him, my back to his front. He held my arms across my chest and wrapped me in his embrace. He whispered encouraging things in my ear, telling me I was beautiful and how much I pleased him.

Reaver knelt between my thighs and Ethan claimed my mouth in a kiss. I expected Reaver to push his way inside me, I wanted him to, but instead he lowered his face to my curls. He found my clit with his tongue and lapped at it with gentle teasing strokes. I writhed but Ethan held me fast. A finger slid into me and I
cried out into Ethan’s mouth. He smiled against my mouth and I felt Reaver smile against my pussy.

Reaver sat up and c
ame forward on his knees. He was at a bad angle to enter me so he lifted my hips, fingers digging into my ass.

“You’re sure?” he asked and I loved that he did. Ethan freed my mouth and I gasped…

“Yes!”

It was all the encouragement he needed. He pressed to my opening and pressed deep, the wetness of my arousal making him glide effortlessly inside.

“Oh god yeah!” he said and threw his head back.

“Harder please.” I begged and he indulged me. He drew back and surged forward and I was pressed back further into Ethan’s arms. Ethan kissed my shoulder and Reaver set a powerful rhythm. I felt my arousal heighten and I clenched down around him.

“Ohhh fuck…” he breathed.

Ethan held me with one powerful arm, the other drifted down my body, gliding against my skin, his fingers found their mark and he teased my clit gently. I shuddered in his embrace and with a cry came apart. Ethan locked his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply while Reaver pulled out of me with a final cry and hunched on the mattress, breathing hard. Ethan hauled me up higher on his body and guided himself into Reaver’s place of a moment before.

I sank down on to his familiar length and he rolled his hips. I gasped and he moved a bit to get a better angle, his arms sliding beneath my thighs so that he could lift me better.

“God I love that I can do this!” he growled into my ear and
I laughed which broke and turned into a cry of pleasure as he thrust up into me over
that spot
. Reaver watched us smiling and put his fingers against my stomach, playing the pad of his thumb over my clit. I jerked in Ethan’s arm, the nub still over sensitive from my last orgasm. Reaver let up on the pressure just a little and I felt that growing warmth and heaviness in my womb signaling another build. I tightened around Ethan and my breath came faster. The feel of him slipping and pressing against my walls was incredible and I couldn’t get enough. I cried out his name and could hear his smile as he encouraged me.

“That’s it
Baby, come for me just one more time.” He crooned next to my ear in a low sexy growl and it was all I needed. I felt myself tighten, and my whole body shudder as wave upon wave of pure blissful energy swept across my body, radiating out from my core. It took Ethan just a few strokes more before he was crying out, crushing me against his body with near bruising force. He bit into my shoulder and I pulsed around him with an aftershock.

The three of us collapsed against the bed gasping and boneless, lazy with satiation and satisfaction.

“We need showers.” Reaver stated succinctly and Ethan laughed.

“Better let Ashton go first,” he said, “Bathroom’s not big enough for all three of us and I want to make sure she has some hot water.”

“I need to get my legs back first.” I groaned. I was pretty sure if I tried to stand right this second I wouldn’t be able to keep my feet under me. I closed my eyes and reclined against Ethan who held me lightly. I felt a hand caress up my calf and I opened my eyes and smiled down at Reaver who was on his back sprawled across the bed where there was room for him.

“Thank you.” He said simply.

“For what?” I asked.

“Sharing yourself with me.” He said simply and I smiled.

“I should be the one thanking you two.” I said softly.

“For what?” Ethan asked.

“For giving me one of the wildest experiences of my life and not making me feel dirty for wanting it is a good start.” I said. Ethan kissed me on my shoulder over the stinging impression of his teeth. Reaver kissed the side of my knee.

“Nothing dirty about what we just did,” Reaver said, “You’re a beautiful, wild lake nymph, and as such
we did our duty as a mere mortal men and worshiped you accordingly.” He said matter-of-factly, patting the side of my leg and I laughed a long peal of laughter that made both of them laugh too. He was ridiculous, sweet and ridiculous.

“
Shower before we get any ideas.” Ethan said grinning and I rolled off the bed and landed in a crouch beside it, standing slowly. I was sore, happy but sore. I picked out a pair of shorts and a tank top, bra and panties out of the bag and went for the door.

“I’ve created a monster.” Ethan mock bemoaned and I shot him a grin over my shoulder before padding barefoot and naked down the hall and into the bathroom. It was early enough yet that the common areas of the cabin were still deserted.

I showered and dressed and was rubbing my hair briskly with my towel when the door opened and Ethan slipped in.

“You
doin’ okay Babe?” he asked and I smiled up at him he smiled down at me and kissed me.

“I’m better than okay.” I breathed and he laughed.

“I’m glad.” He gave me a swat on the butt.

“Coffee on the kitchen counter. The sun on the lake is pretty spectacular, good view from the porch swing.” He smiled and I ducked out of the bathroom. It was a lovely suggestion. I poured myself a cup of coffee and
added cream and sugar. I slipped out onto the porch and sat at one end of the long porch swing and kicked my feet which didn’t touch the ground.

It was peaceful and cool out here and I sipped my coffee and appreciated the view. It was beautiful and comfortable and idyllic… I sighed in contentment and the ugly of the last few weeks slid off my shoulders and ran like sand between the cracks of the wooden decking of the cabin’s wrap around porch.

The scrape of a boot in the door way had me looking up, I expected Ethan or Reaver but it was Dray. He looked a mess, one eye and cheek bruised, the crust of a scab at the corner of his mouth. He held one arm tight against his side as if it pained him. He wore a black tee shirt with the sleeves and sides cut out and more bruising peeked out of the gaping holes along his ribs. His deep night-dark eyes looked sorrowful and I went to stand.

“Please no, don’t get up.” He put out a hand the movement too swift, and winced.

“Careful.” I intoned. He looked at me gravely.

“I was wondering if I could talk to you.” He said. I opened my mouth and shut it. Finally I nodded. He came around and sat down on the opposite end of the swing leaving a healthy distance between us.

I took a drink of my coffee.

“I am so sorry Ashton.” He said, and his eyes closed as if the apology pained him. I raised an eyebrow and before I knew what I was going to say it was out of my mouth.

“I don’t get it, why don’t you like me?” I asked softly. He looked at me startled.

“You don’t think I like you?” he asked, surprised.

“Well no… you’ve never been nice to me, you’re always glaring at me or mad at me and I don’t even know what I did to offend you.” I shrugged.

“Oh.” He said and sounded thoughtful. I looked him over, I mean really looked at him and realized he was a lot younger than I gave him credit for initially. I thought he was twenty-five or twenty-six but now I wasn’t so sure.

“How old are you Dray?” I asked softly.

“Twenty-one.” He said, and again I’d caught him off guard. His anger made him seem a lot older. I thought about it then decided nothing ventured, nothing gained…

“Why are you so angry?” I asked.

“What, with you?” he asked frowning.

“With me, with the club, your dad, at the whole damned world… You’re just pissed off all the time. Why?” I asked.

“Because I miss my mom…” he said and I could see the answer surprised even him. We looked at each other for a long time.

“Tell me about her?” I asked carefully.

“Promise me something first.” He said and the look on his face, so lost and scared made me want to promise him anything. Dray Trujillo was hurting, a lot…

“What?” I asked.

“Promise you’ll still sing at my mom’s thing tonight.” He said.

“Of course I will.” I said, softening.

“My mom was small
like you but she was a pint sized power house.” He started, haltingly, he looked up at the porch ceiling.

“She always had the answers, to everything. She helped me with my homework, fixed my cuts; drove me to my sports, always made sure I had food in my stomach and clothes on my back. She was just everything, my mom, my best friend… Dad was out on runs a lot so for a good chunk of me growing up it was almost like living with a single parent.” He shrugged a shoulder.

“Can I tell you something?” I asked cautiously.

“Not sure why you would want to after what I did.” He said and the look he gave me was full of remorse and misery.
I ignored the comment and said what I had to say…

“It was just me and my mom. My dad skipped town when I was three, I don’t even r
emember his face.” I shrugged. “I was nine when they first diagnosed the breast cancer. They did surgery and radiation and we thought she was okay but it came back when I was ten, she died by the time I was eleven.” I looked at him.

“Sorry.” He said.

“I finished growing up in foster care,” I whispered, “I didn’t have a dad, or an adoptive family of rough around the edges motor cycle gang members to lean on.” He smiled and I smiled and huffed a laugh.

“They didn’t protect her.” He said with a shrug.

“I still don’t fully understand
what happened
…” I admitted.

“
Uhhh, it was five years ago. My dad and the club were into some heavy shit back then. I was sixteen and on the verge of going from hang-around to prospect. My mom, me, a bunch of other guys… we were all sitting in the old club house.” He shifted in his seat and took a minute before he got started again.

“
I guess a buy went south and some of the buyers got busted but my dad and the guys doing the sell got out, no one got identified or arrested so these buyers, some of their people decided to get some retribution. Sayin’ shit like my dad and the others were rats, which is why they didn’t go down in the bust. They drove out to our club house. I was behind the bar pouring my mom a drink when they opened fire on the place with automatic weapons.” He swallowed.