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  At the end of the night, he and Gabe were showing off their new ink to Zachary, the only other guy in the group with tattoos. Zachary was jealous as shit, and Riley had to promise him a sketch for something new by the time she was done. Even Brenton and Andrew were interested in with getting some ink done, but Troy didn’t think that would ever happen.

  He and Gabe had put her work over their hearts. It was the only place good enough.

  ZACHARY

  August

  “Let’s go for a ride.” Zachary looked at Riley stewing over paperwork. He and Brenton had been teaching her all aspects of business management and tax law. It was shitty work, but since one day she might want to be self-sufficient, it was good stuff to know.

  He wouldn’t tell her they were also doing it in case something happened. The entire pride learned these things, so they could take care of everything if they were the last ones left. She would need to know one day, but it wasn’t today.

  “I’m not done learning to ride yet, Zachary,” she smiled up at him. “I get my license next month.”

  Ah, yes. In June, Gabe had come to them saying they had a speed demon for a girl in the pride, so why wasn’t she learning to get on a motorcycle? Nobody really had much of an argument, except that it wasn’t safe. Zachary had been one of those people. He didn’t want her to get hurt, but it was left to a vote. He lost with only Andrew on his side. Brenton, of all people, thought she should learn.

  Then they put her on a motorcycle, and it was the sexiest thing Zachary had ever seen. He changed his opinion on the matter. Though, it was a problem that she had a bit of a need for speed. When you could run up to seventy-five miles an hour on four feet, it seemed you wanted to go incredibly fast on a motorcycle. So they were making her take it slow. Thank God.

  “You can ride with me.” Zachary stood up and grabbed her, pulling her away from her spot in the office. “Let’s go.”

  “Where are we going to go?” Riley laughed.

  “Who cares?” He pulled her along, waving to Brenton as they passed him in the hall. “We’re going out, have fun with all that!” He grinned at Brenton, who just sighed heavily. The man needed to let loose a little sometimes. But not today. Riley was with Zachary today, so Brenton would need to be a stick in the mud for at least one more afternoon. It was Brenton’s birthday month, so hopefully Brenton would be able to cut loose for a moment.

  But it wasn’t their Alpha’s birthday today, so Zachary was stealing Riley away.

  He walked Riley to his other baby, the Harley. He was the only guy who didn’t have a custom bike from the brothers. He bought this beauty with his own hard-earned money, refusing to let any of them help. Troy did a sick paint job on it, though: white with black stripes, just like him.

  He sat down and grinned at her. She’d ridden with them before, always on his, Andrew’s, or Brenton’s bikes because the brothers rode crotch-rockets, not cruisers. She put on her helmet as he got his own on. The helmets had a built-in COMM system and the ability to hook up an mp3 player if they wanted to listen to music.

  “Get on, hot stuff. I’m sure we can find something to do.” He leaned on the handlebars as she sat down, pressing against his back. Her legs pressed into his and her arms wrapped around his waist. He loved when she was so close.

  Yeah, he liked her back there, holding on to him. Her trusting him to keep her safe made him hard as hell.

  He started it up, and they were off, screaming down the driveway. He didn’t slow as they turned on to the road. She laughed in his ear; and, though he could barely hear the husky sound, it was music to his ears.

  He drove them all the way up to a great vantage point in the mountains before they stopped.

  “How’s this?” He smirked back at her.

  “It’s a lovely view, Zachary.” she got off to stand at the rail. “Thanks for getting me out of the house for a little while. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

  “Any time, baby. You just let me know, and we’ll get the fuck out of there,” he said as he put the kickstand down and walked over to her. “So, where do you want to go next?”

  “I don’t know,” she shrugged.

  He thought about it with her, both staring down on Wild Junction from the mountain.

  “You want to get something pierced or inked?” He threw out, seeing if she would bite.

  She turned to him slowly and raised an eyebrow.

  “And what do you think I should get inked or pierced?” She poked his shoulder, and he chuckled.

  “You wanted to get your lip pierced, didn’t you?” He knew the answer, saw her eyes light up. She’d wanted snake bites, and he saw no reason to why she didn’t have them yet.

  Fun thing about shifters, the piercings stayed in the second form. Ears were best, since they didn’t affect anything. She’d need to remove the lip piercings, though, when she shifted. She wouldn’t be able to shift to her second form for a week, but if she wanted them, she could have them.

  “Yes…” She was biting that bottom lip, and he growled, pulling her close. He kissed her, nibbling on the full, tempting bottom lip. Soon it would have piercings in it, and he couldn’t wait to play with them after they’d healed.

  “Then let’s do this shit,” he growled playfully, holding her hips.

  He drove her one town over to the parlor. He knew all the guys here and had her sitting down in less than five minutes.

  “You got this,” he whispered in her ear. He took her hand, and she squeezed it gently.

  When it was done, she had tears in her eyes, but she never even flinched.

  And he felt his heart swell at the fact that he saw her do something permanent like that. That she trusted him enough to bring her.

  “What next?” He asked her softly.

  “I need to get home and feed Star,” she mumbled, the words slurred from the swelling. “You can help.”

  “Do I have to?” Zachary groaned. Star was a monster. She loved Riley, no doubt, but she was actively mean to the guys. Zachary seemed to be her favorite go to when she couldn’t find Riley. Star tended to try and climb him like one of her cat trees, and that shit hurt.

  “Yes,” Riley patted him as they climbed back on his bike.

  “As long as I get a reward for behaving,” Zachary growled. She laughed at him and hugged his back.

  “Of course.”

  After Star successfully clawed the fuck out of him, Riley kissed him into feeling better. Then she gave him that reward he’d wanted.

  BRENTON

  September

  Brenton held the tickets in his hand, looking them over at his desk. A Halestorm concert. She would kill for these. She’d been talking about this concert for months, and they all kept putting it off to the point that she was getting mad.

  She didn’t know he had two front row tickets for them. Brenton grinned. She was going to kill him.

  He put the tickets away as she walked in, looking exactly how he wanted her to: the leather pants, the sexy, cut-open tanks layered over each other and the jacket she’d thrown over it all. She finished the outfit with hot, red, knee-high boots and looked ready to party.

  He’d told her they were going to Denver for a shifter party, something he had to do every now and then. She wasn’t happy about it, but she wouldn’t care by the end of the night.

  “Ready to head out?” He smiled at her, standing up from his desk. He watched her eyes get wide at the sight of him, her mouth opening to the little ‘o’ like it sometimes did. He was glad he could affect her in the same way she drove them all crazy.

  His leather pants were more functional than hers, and the tee he had on was plain black. He liked simple and clean.

  “I forgot you owned clothes like that.” She seemed a little shocked, and he was pleased by the airy quality to her voice.

  “Everyone seems to,” Brenton chuckled, putting an arm over her shoulder. “Let’s get to this thing and try to have a little fun.”

  “Yeah…”
She sighed wistfully, and he could practically read her mind. She wanted to be at the concert. If only she knew. “What are we taking? One of the SUVs?”

  “No,” he opened the door to the garage and pointed. “We’re taking that.”

  “Really?” She looked up at him, her face brightening with a grin.

  His little red two-seater convertible, the 2014 Porsche Boxster S (he liked Porsches and had no problem with showing it). He never took it anywhere unless he was just looking to drive around to clear his head. But tonight… Tonight he had plans that required the gorgeous red car.

  “Get in, beautiful.” He opened her door for her, and she slid into her seat. She looked good in his car, those amber eyes sparkling with excitement.

  He got them out on the highway and all the way to Denver without her figuring it out.

  “So, this party, who will be there?” She looked at him, and he shrugged, continuing down the road toward the concert venue.

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he told her mildly.

  “Brenton!” She swatted his arm. “I’m missing Halestorm for this!”

  “Actually, you aren’t,” he pulled into the parking lot and watched the knowledge of where they were dawn on her face.

  “What?” She looked to the venue, back to him, then back to the venue.

  “Front row, beautiful. Just me and you.” He grinned at her, and she gasped.

  “You go to concerts?” She slowly got out of the car after he parked it, and he chuckled. He closed the top and locked it up.

  “Damn right, I do.” He followed her through the parking lot, holding her hand from behind. “I just have a lot of other things going on in my life.”

  “I forget you have fun sometimes,” she murmured, probably not even realizing she said it out loud, but he heard it. He gripped her hips, holding her still and pressing into her back.

  “Beautiful, I have a lot of fun,” he growled in her ear before biting it and making her moan. “Now, let’s go have some more.”

  The concert was fantastic, and he headbanged with the best of them. Everyone in the pride listened to rock or some sub-genre of it except Andrew, who preferred to listen to country. Shame on him, in Brenton’s mind.

  When it was over, Riley seemed a little dazed. They talked about the concert the entire drive home.

  “It was so amazing!” She kissed his cheek as he drove, and he growled softly.

  “I have another idea,” he whispered to her, taking a turning onto a different road than the one to get to the house. He took them up to the popular vantage point that they often stopped at on their bikes. “Let’s break this damn car in finally.”

  They did, and Brenton knew he’d never be able to let anyone else ride in it. It was so saturated with memories of her that he wanted sleep in it that night, but she was dragging him to her bedroom for another round. He wasn’t going to say no.

  He didn’t know if the word even remained in his vocabulary.

  RILEY

  October

  The day had started out so well. Riley had spent her morning in Brenton’s office as he and Zachary tried to get some work done. Tried.

  “Riley,” Brenton growled softly, rubbing her ass as she laid over his desk on her stomach. Zachary was in front of her, pants undone and cock out. Her skirt had been pushed up and Brenton had a perfect view from his office chair.

  “Alpha,” she moaned back, shaking her ass a little.

  She had been a member of the Kingson Pride since January, and, in October, she was unrepentant about the relationships she had in it. Sure, she did actual work. She now co-owned the diner with Andrew and worked as a manager there instead of as a waitress. She helped Troy with paint designs for the motorcycles he and Gabe custom built. And today… she was supposed to be listening and learning about how boards worked. It wasn’t going as planned.

  She was painting a lot more as well, and the guys had started hanging up her wildlife paintings all over the apartment. She was doing a lot of work based on how she saw the world as a cheetah, and the pieces were gaining some popularity online. The pride was thinking about opening her a real store in Denver and making a full studio space in the mansion. They had talked at length about that. But that wasn’t happening today either.

  “Bad girl,” Brenton spanked her. “Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?”

  “Because I know you like it,” she taunted, enjoying the sting on her ass. Zachary moaned and wrapped a hand in her hair.

  “Stop antagonizing him, baby,” Zachary growled, positioning himself. She opened her mouth and let Zachary push in. She nearly creamed herself at his pleased growl. “Oh, I love how those fucking new lip piercings feel on my dick.”

  Brenton dropped the paperwork he was looking at, but Riley could only hear it since Zachary’s abs now filled her vision. She heard a belt come undone and felt two fingers enter her pussy, checking how wet she was.

  She moaned on Zachary’s cock, and he pumped into her mouth a little harder. She dropped her jaw and let him slide all the way down. She had practiced this.

  “Oh, fucking sweet Virgin Mary,” he growled, pulling her hair and pulling back out of her mouth. “She’s going to kill me, Brenton.”

  “You worked her up,” Brenton snarled, shoving into her without much preamble. It was fine, she was already soaking and ready for him. “Now we’ve got to get her sated or she’ll go to the diner for work and fuck Andrew in the back office.” Truth.

  She was stuck between them, her clit rubbing the desk as Brenton hammered into her. She was screaming in pleasure when Zachary pushed into her mouth again, thrusting at his own pace, going as far back as she would let him. Every few strokes he pulled out more than he needed to, so she could breathe. Underneath his gruff exterior, he was fairly considerate.

  A phone started going off and Brenton cursed, pulling out of her.

  “Zachary, take this end.” Brenton gave her two quick pats on the ass and answered his phone. “Brenton Kingson speaking. How are you James?”

  Zachary was grinning down at her after leaving her mouth. As he walked around to her back end, she looked up to see Brenton coming around to her front. She didn’t try to listen in on the phone conversation since she really didn’t care.

  “Yes, I know our stock is up ten percent. I hope you are throwing a party.” Brenton rolled his eyes and wrapped a hand in her hair. His cock was still out and very hard. He positioned it right in front her.

  Zachary pushed into her slowly and she realized what Brenton wanted. Suck his dick and be quiet. She took him in and watched him smile at her.

  Zachary really kicked up the heat then, gripping her hips and slamming into her hard enough to shake the desk. It forced her down on Brenton’s erection.

  “I am throwing a party, Jamie,” Brenton chuckled roughly, his hand holding her hair nearly painfully. He began working his hips, thrusting in short motions in time with Zachary. She moaned around him, making him jerk.

  “Yes, I know you wanted me at the board meeting in person last Friday, but it wasn’t necessary and we both know it.”

  Zachary was fucking her hard and Brenton began to lean over her, nearly fucking her mouth.

  “How are the wife and kids?”

  Fuck, he was going to make small talk. She worked him furiously, trying to put any amount of skill into it she could.

  “Good. I hope Treyvon liked the birthday gift I sent him.”

  Zachary laughed and pounded into her, forcing her clit to slam into the desk. She saw stars for a moment, gasping as Brenton’s cock nearly fell out of her mouth. Brenton forced himself all the way in, holding it for a moment before continuing his previous pace.

  “Yes, well… Jamie, I am going to let you go,” Brenton sounded a bit distracted. Good. He deserved it.

  He hung up and threw his phone on a small couch he had in the office. He snarled and grabbed her hair with his second hand.

  Both were now mindlessly thrusting into her. Sh
e was overridden with pleasure as they moved.

  “Beautiful,” Brenton growled, “you know you have to be quiet when I’m on the phone.” He was practically fucking her mouth at this point. “Now Jamie is going to know I’m balls deep in a sexy woman, ignoring him while he tries to talk business.”

  She felt no guilt over that.

  When she felt the orgasm slam into her, she screamed helplessly over Brenton’s cock and heard Zachary give a roar behind her. He thrust several more times as her orgasm ran through her before finishing in her.

  Brenton wasn’t done yet, though. He was panting softly as he moved in and out of her mouth for another minute. He finally shoved all the way in her mouth and down her throat and came. She swallowed on him, taking it, happy with herself.

  He pulled out and they all just took a minute to breathe. Zachary pulled her up from the desk, pulling the papers off her. Her sweat always made them stick to her.

  “I think,” he chuckled, “we’ve had a fairly productive day. What about you, Brenton?”

  “Hm,” Brenton was trying to be mad at her and she tried not to grin at him. He had his mild and bored face on. “Quite.”

  “I think we should ban her from wearing skirts into the office.” Zachary helped her stand, fixing her outfit. She just held onto him, hiding her smile in his shoulder.

  “Oh, no, we can’t have that,” Brenton finally chuckled. “Then how am I going to ignore these fucking stupid assholes who keep calling me?”

  “That sounds like a problem, sir,” she giggled, trying so hard to hide it.

  He growled playfully at her as Zachary picked her up and dumped her on the small couch.

  “Insatiable,” Brenton shook his head, finally breaking into a grin, “All of you.”

  “Like you aren’t.” Zachary laughed, patting his shoulder.

  Riley loved it. She had always been sex positive and willing to try anything, but the pride had introduced her to all sorts of wonderful new things. Now, they couldn’t stop her from taking what she wanted, when she wanted it. And today, she had wanted to be spread out over Brenton’s desk before she left for the dinner shift at Starry Night Diner.