COME WHEN CALLED #6, The Punishment (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) Read Free Page B

contracted and released in her climax, milking his cock until seconds later Charley finished too, with an incoherent sound, pumping hot cum into Evie. As his thrusts slowed with his waning ecstasy, she heard the door latch click and jerked her head toward the sound to see Ford in her room, closing the bedroom door behind him.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO

     
     
    STARTLED, EVIE JUMPED, her heart leaping to her throat. Charley, however, spared only an exhausted glance toward the door before collapsing on the bed next to Evie, his spent cock sliding from her. Ford stood at the door with his hand on the knob, quietly watching the pair before crossing in front of the bed, heading to Evie’s bathroom without a word.
    Light stretched into the bedroom and across the bed when Ford turned on the bathroom light, bathing Evie and Charley in a dim spotlight. Leaving the light on, Ford returned, carrying a towel. He tossed it on the bed. “Looks like I’ve already missed the fun,” he said. “Too bad.” Strolling to the window, he turned his back and stared out into the night, thoughtfully giving them a moment to clean up privately.
    Charley picked up the towel and pressed it to Evie’s thighs. She took over, cleaning herself of his cum before handing the towel to back to Charley and pulling the sheet up over her naked body.
    Disparate thoughts warred inside her—annoyance at Ford’s interruption of her loving time with Charley, excitement that Ford was home from dinner and in her room, perhaps seeking sex from either she or Charley, or both, meaning his date likely hadn’t gotten any. Since Evie was there only to provide carnal pleasure, jealousy about Ford’s orgasms seemed the only emotion she was justified to feel.
    “Ford?” Charley said, getting the man’s attention. Ford turned to look at them and then dropped his head. Evie saw his chest expand as he took a deep breath before moving back to the bed. He was dressed in the clothes Evie assumed he’d worn to dinner—a thin, turtleneck sweater that looked fantastic stretched over his athletic chest and shoulders, and elegant, dark pants. The indirect light illuminated his face so that it nearly glowed, making him look like an angel.
    But Evie knew better.
    He looked devastatingly handsome, standing there watching them silently, and she both loved and hated him in that moment. “Did you just get back from dinner?” she asked when she couldn’t stand the silence any longer.
    “I’ve been back for a while,” he answered softly. He looked away, as if trying to organize his thoughts. Finally he turned back to them, his eyes hard. “I wasn’t going to come in here,” he said emphatically. “Yet…” He lifted his hand, palm up, and then let it drop in a gesture of futility. “Here I am.” His last words sounded defeated.
    He focused on Evie and frowned, reaching out and pulling the sheet off of her.
    “Hey!” she complained, grabbing at the fabric.
    “Evie, stop.” His tone was sharp and she stilled, unsure of the mood he was in and what it meant for her and Charley. “I won’t fight you for what I’m already entitled to.” She slowly loosened her grip on the sheet and allowed him to pull it down to her knees, exposing her diamond-hard nipples and her pussy, still damp with her juices and his best friend’s cum. She didn’t take her eyes from Ford’s, her heart pounding during what suddenly felt like a stand-off.
    Ford stripped naked on the lower half of his body, never moving his glaring eyes from hers. Evie lay perfectly still. Frozen. Watching him. Was he going to just crawl on top of her and fuck her? Use her like his living sex doll just to get off, after he’d treated another woman to a proper date?
    Evie had agreed to the deal, and Ford had every right to come home and do what he wanted with her under their agreement, but she couldn’t get her mind right about it. Her feelings were all over the place. She was angry, annoyed, jealous…yet