Riding the Night (33 page)

He’d learned from her, and maybe it was time he let go of the past, too.

He loved her. He’d never loved anyone in his entire life, but he loved Teresa. He and AJ had enjoyed a lot of women together, but leaving them had never been difficult. They’d all had fun together, and that’s all it had ever been—just fun. Because that’s all he’d ever allowed. Loving someone hurt, and risking that was just too much.

With Teresa it had been intense and hot and sexy and emotional and one big package of I-want-this-forever. And wasn’t that just a kick in the pants, because he was the one who was always down on forever and commitment, and the one woman he knew he’d never have a chance at forever with was the one he wanted it with more than ever.

“You feeling okay, man?”

Pax dragged his gaze from Teresa to AJ. “I’m good. Glad to be out of the house.”

AJ tipped his bottle against Pax’s. “Amen to that. About time to hit the road again.”

Pax lifted the bottle to his lips. “Uh-huh.”

He’d always loved riding. The open road meant freedom to him. But suddenly, freedom didn’t seem so damned exciting. If he told AJ what he was feeling, he’d probably laugh at him.

 

 

AJ COULDN’T TELL PAX WHAT HE FELT FOR TERESA. HE KNEW HIS
best friend, knew he’d walk away from him if AJ told him he was in love with Teresa. Pax had the bonds of friendship down well. He wouldn’t stand in AJ’s way.

The problem was, AJ had been watching Teresa with Pax the past couple weeks since they’d come back here. She fussed over him, catered to him, and the looks she gave Pax made it clear that she was in love with him.

Plus she’d slept alone in her room every night, hadn’t invited AJ to share her bed since they’d come back from South Dakota. She said she had to stay alert in case Pax needed her, but AJ figured she just needed some distance and time to think after everything that had happened up there, all the revelations she’d had to deal with. Plus, try as she might to deny she was hurt, he’d seen the bruises covering her body. He knew she was sore. He wanted to offer her comfort, but he didn’t want to pressure her into anything she didn’t want, so he stayed away.

Truthfully, he had no fucking idea what to do about Teresa. Coming back here and being with her again had thrown him. He’d thought visiting old friends would be easy, that whatever he’d felt for Teresa long ago would be old history. It hadn’t been.

He hadn’t intended to fall in love with her all over again, but he had. She’d grown more beautiful since the last time he’d seen her, but it was more than her physical beauty he loved. She’d suffered a major trauma, but had picked up the pieces and figured out how to move on with her life, to not let what had happened to her define her. Five years later she was still kicking the past’s ass. So why had he spent all these years running from his past, determined to never take anything in his life too seriously, never set down roots. That’s why he and Pax had always meshed so well in everything they did. They took it light and easy, neither of them wanting permanence or forever. They lived for today, because they both knew promises were often—always—broken.

But now AJ wanted tomorrow. And he wanted tomorrow with Teresa.

What the hell was he going to do about that?

Nothing. She didn’t want a life with him. Not his life.

He was going to leave, just like he’d always intended. He was going to walk out of Teresa’s life for the second time.

Only this time, he wasn’t a kid chasing big dreams, or trying to protect her, or clueless about his past and his future and what that all meant to Teresa. This time he knew exactly what it would cost to walk away from her.

 

 

TERESA SHUT THE FRONT DOOR BEHIND HER. IT WAS STILL EARLY,
but Heather had told her she’d close up and clean the bar tonight, that Teresa had been pushing herself too hard since she got back two weeks ago.

Maybe Heather was right. And it was nice to be back home before midnight, especially having Pax and AJ with her.

Pax finally had some color back in his face, and he looked plenty healthy. The man had amazing recuperative powers. After the first week he’d been grouchy as hell about being housebound, but Teresa had insisted he stay put. What was it about men thinking they were indestructible? She had even threatened to tie him to the bed if he didn’t cooperate, but then Pax told her she’d have to stop talking like that because it made him hard and gave him ideas. She’d laughed, but it had spurred ideas of her and Pax together—ideas she shouldn’t have been entertaining about someone recovering from being shot.

She’d kept AJ at arm’s length, too, which had been difficult as hell, but she’d had a lot to think about over the past couple weeks. The revelation about Russ and Walter and what they’d done to her had left her feeling bruised, then empty inside. Plus she’d had to deal with Magee and the police and getting her brother freed. All of it had exacted an emotional toll and she’d needed some distance to think.

Now two weeks had passed and Pax was fine. But he’d almost lost his life over her. Russ tried to kill Pax to get to her, and Pax would have gladly died to save her. So would have AJ, who was prepared to storm the building single-handedly before Pax and the feds showed up.

She didn’t know quite what to make of these guys, and she’d sure as hell never been in love with two men at the same time before. How was she supposed to handle emotions like this?

She knew they were leaving. Pax had been given the go-ahead to travel. They had jobs—careers they loved. It would be selfish to ask them to stay, and she loved them both too much to do it. So she already knew she was going to let them go, wasn’t going to say a word.

But she had tonight with them.

“It was nice of Heather and Shelley to cover for you.” Pax laid his keys down on the table in her living room.

She turned to him. “Yes, it was.”

“You’re probably tired.” AJ came up to her and swept his fingers over her cheek.

“Actually, I’m not tired at all. I’ve gotten a lot of sleep the last couple weeks.”

“Me, too,” AJ said.

“Me, three,” Pax threw in.

Her gaze shifted from one to the other. “So, we’re all well rested. I don’t know about you guys, but I have all this . . . pent-up energy from all this rest I’ve gotten.”

Pax moved in and flanked her other side. “Is that right?” He slipped his arm around her and nuzzled her hair. “What do you want to do with all that energy?”

She turned to face him and wound her arms around him. “Fuck both of you. All night long.”

AJ came in behind her, his hips bracketing her buttocks, his cock already hard as he pressed in and captured her waist with his hands. He pressed his lips against her ear. “I’m about to explode, Teresa.”

Pax tipped her chin up with his finger, forcing her to look up at him. “I want to fuck you hard, Teresa. I want to come inside you over and over again.”

“Yes. I need you.” She reached back and wound her hand around AJ’s neck. “Both of you.”

Pax bent and kissed her, a hard, strong, passionate kiss that made her so damn glad he was alive, and that she was alive, too. She fell against him, rocking her hips against his, needing to feel his hard cock riding against her pussy. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, dragging her against his hard shaft. “I need to be inside you. I’ve waited too damn long.”

AJ swept her hair away from her neck and kissed her nape, reaching around to lift her shirt and cup her breasts. Pax unzipped her jeans and slid his hand inside to cup her sex, his fingers sliding ever lower. She was wet, hot, and she wriggled as his palm grazed her clit and his fingers slid inside her pussy. AJ found her nipples and tugged them while Pax fucked her pussy with his fingers, both of them licking her neck and kissing her mouth. Her senses on overload, she rocked against Pax’s hand, close to her orgasm, tightening against him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured against her lips.

She came with a harsh cry, tossing her head against AJ’s shoulder.

She had barely come down off the lightning-fast orgasm when Pax dropped to his knees and pulled off her boots and socks, then jerked her jeans off while AJ lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra. Pax put his mouth over her sex, shocking her with his hot tongue.

She was already pulsing and ready again. She threaded her fingers through his hair and spread her legs, lifting one to rest over his shoulders while he ate her pussy.

Watching him was wicked sin. Having AJ behind her, seeing his hands against her breasts, pulling at her nipples, was taking her into the fires of hell itself. He cradled her against one arm and moved to her side to fit one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking the bud and flicking his tongue around it until she whimpered, unable to stand the breathless pleasure evoked by two mouths doing delicious things to her body.

Being pleasured by two men was heaven and hell combined, sensation pounding her top to bottom. She slid one hand around AJ’s neck and the other into Pax’s hair, wishing she could have an out-of-body experience, wishing she could see herself being licked and sucked by both of them. But she could only feel, as wicked pleasure wrapped itself around her like licking flames that started low in her belly and slowly burned her out of control.

“I’m going to come.” She rocked her pussy 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 climax. 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 cock as his pants fell to his ankles.

Both men were naked 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 having sex 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 cock inside her mouth. She pressed her lips over him and squeezed, licking as she sucked.

She took AJ deep, rolling Pax’s cock 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 fuck them.

Pleasuring them both made her wet, made her nipples tingle and her pussy quiver.

Pax pulled her to her feet. “Enough. I need to fuck 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 fuck your ass.”

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

He spread her legs and slid inside her, fucking 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 cock 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 fuck 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 pussy 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 cock lifting up and down inside her rocked her world.