“Sloan’s an attractive man,” she mocked.
“No doubt, but we both know I didn’t mean Sloan.” He reached down with his free hand to cup his balls. He rolled them gently between his fingers and then tugged with enough force that he felt the right amount of pain mixed with the pleasure. “I liked it when you rode me cowgirl style. You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby. I loved looking at it, squeezing it. Your hair looked like fire licking along your spine. And I loved watching your cunt swallow my dick with each stroke. Every scrape from your nails as they dug into my knees only got me hotter because I knew you were really lost in the moment.”
They both lowered their gazes to his knees. Sure enough, there were deep gouge marks on either side where Reese had gripped him while she’d straddled him. While Sloan sat in the corner and stared at them both.
Rylan’s balls tightened at the wicked memory. He pumped harder. “I also enjoyed it when Sloan held you down. Actually, it’d be filthy as hell to have you entirely restrained while we both went at you. How wet do you think your pussy would get then? How wet is it now?”
Reese’s cheeks were fiery red. And this was not a woman who blushed. This was pure arousal, and Rylan knew if he touched her skin right now, it would be scorching hot.
Sweat beaded at his forehead and ran down the side of his face. His large frame trembled with the effort of staving off the orgasm that pulsed at the base of his spine. “The real kicker would be taking you at the same time. Can you imagine how tight you’d feel? How full? There’d be no room in your head for any kind of guilt or worry or concern. There’d only be me and Sloan and every goddamned sensation we could wring from your body.”
Her lips parted. Her jagged breaths matched the rough tugs on his dick. Jesus. He wanted her to crawl over, straddle his legs, and take his heavy, aching cock inside her welcoming body. He wanted her to seize his mouth in a biting, passionate kiss.
But he settled for her hot gaze instead, stroking to a hard finish as the seed from his body spilled into his hand and splashed his abs.
And not once did Reese look away.
9
Dealing with another outlaw leader was a headache. Dealing with four of them? It was a goddamn migraine. But Reese had only herself to blame for this meeting. Actually, forget that—Rylan was to blame.
Her frustration levels had been at an all-time high ever since Rylan’s impromptu sex show the other day. She’d told herself that she was inviting the other camp leaders for strategy meetings because she was in a hurry to move forward with her plans, but deep down she knew she was just looking for a distraction. She was so eager for it, in fact, that she’d even allowed Beckett to fly their helicopter—wasting valuable fuel—to pick up Brynn from the coast and Mick in the south, rather than wait for them to make the long drive. Luckily, Garrett, the leader of a small northern community, and Connor, whose camp was nearby, were both less than a day’s drive away.
Now she was regretting extending the invitations. For the hundredth time in the last hour, Reese wished she could send everyone home and go forward with her plans using her own people. But that was a foolish dream. If she wanted to destroy the council and take the city, she needed all the allies she could get.
The five of them—well, six, because Sloan was sitting in on the meeting—were gathered in the living area of Reese’s apartment, poring over maps that each leader had brought to the table.
Notably absent was Tamara, an outlaw smuggler who Reese trusted with her life. Tam had connections all over the Colonies, but she was currently in South Colony recruiting other outlaws to the cause. Reese wished she were here, though. God knew there’d be a lot less bickering this afternoon if Tam was present. The woman was deadly with a knife and had a habit of pulling one out whenever anyone tested her patience. Then again, if Tam were here, she’d want to fuck Rylan, and that would piss Reese off even more.
“It doesn’t make sense to spread out all our resources,” Mick was arguing, his dark eyes flickering with annoyance.
Reese gave herself a mental head slap and returned her focus to the task at hand. “Why do you say that?”
He jammed one finger against the map in front of Connor. “We have the location of their headquarters. And your woman”—he scowled at Con—“is related to goddamn Dominik. You said they’re still in contact, right?”
Connor nodded, but his expression held a trace of reluctance. “They communicate, yeah.”
“How?” Mick demanded.