I grind on his face, and when I’m about to come, I pull back, shove him when he isn’t expecting it and slam my mouth to his.

He chuckles, wincing when I bite his lip, and then he’s tearing off his belt, shoving down his jeans, flipping us.

I chuckle, but it turns into a deep moan when he shoves inside me in one, full deep thrust and my back flies off the carpet.

“Now you can wait to come when I do,” he tells me.

I squeeze him with my pussy in protest, and he laughs into my mouth, his tongue sharing my flavor with me.

“Pout, baby, and I’ll give you a real reason,” he teases.

I pull my legs all the way back, and he groans.

“Fuck.”

His thrusts grow quicker, harder, wilder.

He slams into me over and over.

But when he’s about to come, he pulls out.

His cock is thick and dripping, and he glides it down, his eyes flicking up to mine as he meets my ass.

I tense at first, but he massages my thighs and I open up.

His pointer and middle fingers slip inside my pussy, slowly working in and out while the head of his cock pushes against my ass.

I groan, long and low, wishing he were close enough to kiss.

His other hand comes up, rubbing on my clit, and applying pressure to my hole all at once but he doesn’t try to push inside.

My muscles clench, and he quickly slips back inside me.

He comes instantly, the fingers circling my clit shaking vigorously, but on purpose. That combined sends a tremor down my body.

My orgasm rips through every part of me, an entirely new kind of heat spreading through my core and up to my abdomen.

My toes feel cramped from curling and my thighs are dead.

Ransom falls on top of me and I wrap my hands around his back, sliding my fingers into his hair.

After a few minutes, the moans on the other side of the room soften to heavy breathing.

Ransom kisses my neck.

“Mine,” he whispers his plea.

When I nod, he tenses, pulls back and places his forehead to mine, so I nod again and promise, “By any means necessary.”

The boys never left, and I wake up in a Ransom and Arsen sandwich, Beretta passed out at the foot of the bed.

My mind begins to race, an anxiousness building behind my ribs, not knowing what the day will bring, but it settles a little when Arsen realizes I’m awake and smiles down at me.

I reach up, pushing his hair from his head, and he closes his eyes, kissing my hand as it falls back into place.

“Do you always wake up first?” I whisper.

He pops a brow and then Ransom is squeezing my hip.