“I’m going to come.” She rocked her pu**y against Pax, and AJ let go of her nipple to take her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that sent her catapulting into her next cl**ax. She held tight to AJ as Pax lapped everything she had to give, until her legs couldn’t hold her any longer. Then he stood and she fell against him, kissing him, tasting what he’d done for her. She shuddered, still wanting more.

She snaked her hand down the front of Pax’s chest, feeling the solid wall of muscle that told her why he’d survived the gunshot and being thrown off his bike and tumbling down a steep embankment. He was unbreakable.

She lifted her gaze to his, then reached for the hem of his shirt and drew it up and over his head, placing both her hands on his chest, swirling her fingers over his skin, especially the deep red scar a mere few inches above his heart. If Russ had aimed lower . . .

She bent down and kissed that spot, letting her lips linger there. Pax hissed out a breath and tangled his fingers in her hair. She moved her lips lower, dropping to her knees, turning to grab hold of AJ’s belt buckle and drag him over to her, too. She unzipped AJ’s jeans and jerked them down. While he was climbing out of them, she did the same to Pax, sliding his zipper down and dragging his jeans down over his hips, freeing his c**k as his pants fell to his ankles.

Both men were na**d now, their cocks erect and at her face. She took a moment to breathe in the musky scent of them, incredibly arousing in itself. Then she tilted her head back to give them both a wicked smile, shuddering at the hunger she read on both their faces. She reached up and circled their cocks with her hands, stroking them, keeping her gaze trained on their faces.

Two men. She still couldn’t believe she was ha**g s*x with two men at the same time. It was something she’d never get used to. She had to be the luckiest woman alive to have men this hot, this sexy, this gorgeous, all to herself. She felt selfish, like she’d just won the lottery twice. But she had no intention of sharing. They were hers—both of them—at least tonight.

Tomorrow they were leaving.

She wouldn’t think about that, not when she held all this hot male flesh in her hands. She slid her fingers around their cocks, leaned forward and licked the crest of AJ’s, moving right to Pax’s, wrapping her tongue around his cockhead and closing her lips. He groaned and slid his fingers in her hair, but she backed away and moved back to AJ’s cock, putting her lips over his to suck him gently inside her mouth.

“Christ, Teresa,” AJ muttered, rocking his pelvis forward to feed her more of his cock. She opened her mouth and he slid his shaft along her tongue, slid his c**k inside her mouth. She pressed her lips over him and squeezed, licking as she sucked.

She took AJ deep, rolling Pax’s c**k in her hand. Then she switched, eventually sucking one and then the other in rotation. Soon both their cocks were slippery with her saliva, glistening in the low light of her living room. Hard and hot and ready for her to climb on and f**k them.

Pleasuring them both made her wet, made her ni**les tingle and her pu**y quiver.

Pax pulled her to her feet. “Enough. I need to f**k you.”

They went into the bedroom and Pax put on a condom. “I need a few minutes inside your tight, hot pussy,” he said, sliding her onto her back on the edge of the bed. “Then I’m going to f**k your ass.”

She shivered at the hot desire reflected in his brown eyes. “Yes.”

He spread her legs and slid inside her, f**king hard and deep and taking her so close so fast she thought she’d die of the pleasure. AJ crawled onto the bed and dragged his tongue over her nipples, then along the column of her throat to take her mouth in a soul-shattering kiss.

Always connected, she thought as Pax thrust with his c**k and AJ thrust with his tongue. She would always be connected to these two men. They were hers, and no woman would ever have them as she had. They might f**k other women, but no woman would love them like she did.

Tears stung her eyes, and she wrapped her hand around the back of AJ’s neck, deepening the kiss just as Pax shoved deeper inside her pussy. She whimpered against AJ’s mouth and he slid the pad of his thumb across one of her nipples.

This was torture, the sweetest kind.

Pax pulled out and AJ scooted to the center of the bed.

“Come here, babe,” AJ said, pulling her on top of him. He put on a condom and Teresa slid onto his cock, her pu**y pulsing as his buried himself inside her. Fully seated on him, she didn’t move at all, just felt him as he thickened and pulsed inside her. She smiled down at him and leaned over to kiss him. God, how she loved kissing him, pressing her lips to his, letting him curl her toes by diving his fingers in her hair and moving his mouth over hers, his tongue licking across hers. His mouth gave her butterflies and his c**k lifting up and down inside her rocked her world.

And then Pax climbed beside her. “Lube, Teresa.”

“Bedside drawer.”

Pax leaned over her back, kissed her neck. “You’re in control here, Teresa. You’re uncomfortable, you stop this.”

She reached up and slid her hand across his cheek. “I want this. I want both of you inside me at the same time. Now f**k me.”

She felt the cool liquid coating her ass, Pax’s finger there teasing her as AJ thrust inside her. She lifted against Pax’s finger, and he replaced his finger with his cock.

“Relax, baby,” AJ said. “Exhale and push out when Pax slides inside. It’s easier that way.”

She nodded and AJ kissed her. She lost herself in AJ’s lips and tongue as Pax pushed his cockhead past the tight barrier of her anus, then pushed his shaft inside her.

The burning pain made her hiss, but it finally settled and all she felt was full of cock, just as she wanted. She threw her head back and Pax leaned over her to lick her ear. “Ahh, you’re so tight, so hot here, Teresa. Just like I knew you’d be.”

AJ began to move again, the sensation unbelievable. She was filled by two cocks, both moving in tandem. She would lift a bit off AJ and Pax would drive into her ass. Then Pax would pull out a bit and AJ would thrust deep into her pussy. And when AJ began to circle his thumb over her clit, she felt the pleasure tremors inside, her body gripping them both in a tight vise. She shuddered and ground against AJ, raking her nails down his chest, her orgasm tunneling toward her like a runaway train she had no hope of stopping.

“I’m going to come. Oh, God, I’m going to come.” She arched her back and let her cries run free as her cl**ax rocked her. She felt it everywhere, pulsing through her nerve endings like a strike of the sweetest hot lightning shooting through her, exploding over and over.

AJ groaned and shoved hard up into her, gripping her h*ps as he shouted out his cl**ax. Pax gripped her hair and pulled as he came, too, the three of them locked together in the most intimate moment Teresa had ever experienced, coming together and forever bonding, the three of them.

She never wanted this moment to end; she still pulsed with the aftereffects of her orgasm long after it was over. Pax kissed her neck, AJ’s lips brushed hers, and both their hands skated light and easy over her body.

At this moment, she felt treasured and cared for and loved.

Pax pulled out and drew Teresa from AJ’s lap. The three of them showered together, Pax and AJ soaping her down gently, tenderly kissing her, rinsing her, drying her. They climbed into bed together and Teresa drifted off into a blissful slumber sandwiched between these two men she loved so deeply.

In the middle of the night, AJ woke her and made love to her again, slow and easy, without words, taking her to a low, rumbling cl**ax that devastated her senses. After, she rolled over and found that Pax had been awake, watching them. She climbed on top of his steely hard c**k and rode him to another blistering cl**ax, neither of them speaking, just touching and kissing. Teresa was afraid to break the tenuous bond that still held the three of them together; she only wanted to feel them inside her, touching her, kissing her, loving her.

She fell asleep between them again, aching inside because she knew this would be the last time.

In the morning she made them coffee and they ate breakfast together.

“You packed up?” she asked as they helped her with the dishes.

Pax nodded, his expression solemn.

They put their bags on their bikes.

“So where are you headed next? Or is that some kind of national secret?”

AJ laughed. “Just back to headquarters for debriefing.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good.” She twined the fingers of both hands together and clamped her lips shut.

Don’t say it. It wouldn’t matter anyway.

Pax locked his saddlebag. “I guess that’s it.”

She shuddered, then smiled. “I guess so.”

“Teresa—” Pax came up to her, pulled her into his arms.

She placed her fingers on his lips. “Don’t. Please. I’m having a hard enough time as it is.”

He gave her a curt nod, then bent and put his mouth on hers, kissing her so deeply she couldn’t hold back the tears. He let her go and turned away to grab his helmet, and AJ swept her into his arms to kiss her next, his mouth so soft, his kiss telling her so much.

She finally pulled away, blinked back the stinging tears and offered them a bright smile. “R ide careful.”

AJ nodded and climbed on his bike. She stood outside in the driveway and watched them both ride away.

SHE HADN’T SAID ANYTH ING TO THEM ABOUT HOW SHE FELT, knowing there were no words that would keep them tied to her. And she wouldn’t have said so even if she could have figured out what to say.

Their life wasn’t with her, could never be.

And it would be unfair of her to even attempt to change that.

She went inside, shut and locked her door, and then let the tears fall freely, let the ache and loss envelop her. She wrapped her arms around herself and sat on the sofa, knowing she was never going to get over loving them.

TWENTY-THREE

THEY MADE IT BACK TO DALLAS, DEBRIEFED WITH GENERAL LEE, and unpacked their things. AJ couldn’t stand being in his room. It felt claustrophobic. Apparently Pax couldn’t either, because he was downstairs in the main room when AJ came down.

Everyone was here. There was a mandatory weekend get-together, which meant the whole group had to attend. All the guys had been out on assignment for a while, so it was nice to relax and catch up in between more official meetings and briefings.

Diaz and Jessie were there, and Spence, too. Spence had brought Shadoe along since they were about to start their own vacation, taking a ride out west. Mac and Lily came out of the kitchen arguing with each other about something. Rick and his new girlfriend Ava were snuggled in one of the oversized corner chairs.

It was good to see old friends again. Since Diaz and Jessie had gotten married, they’d bought a house and didn’t hang out at Wild Riders headquarters that much anymore. Shadoe and Spence were talking about getting married soon, too, though Shadoe said she might string Spence along for another year or two, which made Spence growl and Shadoe laugh.

“Heard about your vacation,” Diaz said as AJ slid into one of the chairs. “You two manage to find trouble wherever you go, don’t you?”

“We try.”

“Got a new bullet wound to show off, I hear,” Shadoe said to Pax. “That should impress the ladies.”

“Uh-huh.”

Shadoe’s gaze shifted to Lily, and then to Jessie, who shrugged and asked, “What the hell is up with you two? You’re usually the most talkative out of all of us and you’ve barely said two sentences.”

“Just tired, I guess.”

“It’s more than that, AJ,” Spence said, plopping his booted feet on top of the coffee table. “Spill.”

AJ shrugged. “Nothing to talk about.”

“I know that look,” Jessie said, leaning on the arm of the sofa, her arm around Diaz. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“I think you’re right,” Shadoe said. “Dear God, the mighty have fallen.”

AJ frowned. It was always like this when the guys got together. Now that they all had women, it had gotten even worse. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re in love,” Jessie said.

AJ didn’t answer.

“Oh, my God, you are.” Shadoe looked to Pax. “How’s this going to affect your mighty twosome in the sex department?”

Pax didn’t answer, either.

“Holy shit,” Spence said. “You, too? Same woman or did you find two?”

“Am I missing something?” Ava asked.

Rick whispered in her ear. Ava’s eyes widened, then she smiled. “Sounds fun.”

“Not on your life,” Rick said. “You’re a one-man woman.”

“I miss all the fun,” she said, crossing her arms and affecting a pout.

“But Pax and AJ never did.” Lily winked. “But I think their wildcat days must be over now that they’re in lurrrrrve.”

“Don’t you all have places to go?” Pax asked.

“Not at the moment.” Diaz leaned forward and clasped his hands together. “So . . . the old love bug finally bit the two of you, huh? And here I thought I’d be the last holdout.”

“Hey.” Jessie slugged him in the shoulder. “You fell hard and fast.”

Diaz dragged Jessie onto his lap. “You seduced me.”

She laughed. “Bullshit.” But she kissed him.

The last thing AJ needed to be around right now was a couple in love. Or multiple couples in love. “Get a room.”

“Hey, honey, you wanna talk about it?” Jessie asked, sliding off Diaz’s lap to come over and sit on the arm of his chair.