The invitation in his low rumble
# The Last Call The bass thrummed through the sticky floorboards, a primal pulse that vibrated up through Riley’s heels. Her friends were a blur of laughter and waving hands by the door, their goodnights swallowed by the crowd. She waved b
Chapter 1
The bass thrummed through the sticky floorboards, a primal pulse that vibrated up through Riley’s heels. Her friends were a blur of laughter and waving hands by the door, their goodnights swallowed by the crowd. She waved back, a slow, deliberate motion, her gaze already drifting back to the corner booth. Back to them.
Asher’s eyes, a startling, glacial blue, tracked her every move from across the room. He didn’t smile. He simply watched, his massive frame taking up most of the leather seat, the intricate sleeves of tattoos on his arms shifting as he lifted his glass. Beside him, Devin was a study in shadow and sharp angles, his dark skin absorbing the low light. His presence was a silent, potent counterpoint to Asher’s open intensity. They were two different kinds of storm, and Riley felt the first drops of rain on her skin.
A third whiskey sour sat half-finished in front of her, the ice long since melted. It was the drink that had tipped the scales, the one that had melted the last of her shy reservations into a warm, liquid courage that pooled low in her belly. The nervous woman who had hesitated at the edge of their conversation was gone. In her place was someone else, someone whose heart hammered not with anxiety, but with a raw, hungry anticipation.
She saw the subtle nod Asher gave the bartender, a silent command. A fresh drink, something clear and potent-looking, was placed before her. She didn’t question it. She picked it up, the cold glass a shock against her warm fingers, and took a long sip. The taste was sharp, bracing. It was permission.
Devin was the first to move. He unfolded himself from the booth with a predator’s grace and was beside her before she could set her glass down. He didn’t touch her. He simply leaned in, his voice a low rumble that she felt more than heard, a vibration that went straight through her.
“The music’s shit in here,” he stated, his dark eyes holding hers. “We’ve got a better stereo. Private.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. An inevitability.
Asher joined them, a wall of muscle and ink. His gaze dropped to her mouth, then lower, to where the neckline of her dress hinted at the soft curves beneath. “You look like you could use some air,” he said, his voice softer than Devin’s but no less commanding. “And a lot less clothes.”
The crude words should have startled her. Instead, a shiver of pure want coursed through her. This was it. This was the precipice. The shy wife was a distant memory, shed like a skin. Now, there was only this ache, this need to be what they saw when they looked at her: something to be used.
Without a word, she stood. Her legs were steady. Her choice was made. She followed them out into the humid night, the bar door swinging shut behind her, cutting off the world she knew. The only sound was the heavy fall of their boots on the pavement and the frantic, thrilling beat of her own heart.
Chapter 2
The cool night air hit her overheated skin like a shock, but their bodies flanking hers kept the heat banked low in her belly. Devin’s hand settled on the small of her back, a proprietary touch that guided her toward a sleek, black truck idling at the curb. The door was already open.
“Get in the back,” Devin commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Asher chuckled, a low, dark sound. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We won’t make you do all the work.” He gave her ass a firm, brazen squeeze as she climbed inside, making her gasp and stumble forward onto the leather seat. The sharp smell of it mixed with their cologne—musky and clean.
Devin slid in beside her, boxing her against the far door while Asher got behind the wheel. The engine roared to life.
“Look at you,” Devin murmured, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her cheek before tracing the line of her jaw. “Sober enough to know exactly what you’re doing.”
She could only nod, her throat tight.
Asher glanced at them in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes gleaming. “Tell him what you want, Riley. The shy little wife is gone. What’s left?”
Her breath hitched. The words felt heavy and foreign on her tongue. “I… I want…”
“Louder,” Devin said firmly, his thumb stroking her lower lip.
She swallowed hard, the last of her inhibitions burning away. “I want you to use me.” The confession was a raw whisper that seemed to suck all the air from the cab.
Asher laughed again, a pleased, predatory sound. “That’s my girl.”
Devin didn’t wait. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a deep, claiming kiss. It wasn’t gentle; it was pure possession. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting of whiskey and dominance. Her hands fluttered up to his chest, not to push him away but to clutch at his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath.
When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless.
“Good start,” Asher called from the front, catching her eye in the mirror again. “But we’re just getting warmed up. Keep your hands on him.”
Devin’s gaze dropped to her mouth, wet and swollen from his kiss. “You heard him,” he growled softly, taking one of her hands and guiding it down his torso until her palm rested against the rigid outline of his cock straining against his jeans. “Feel what you do to us.”
Chapter 3
The truck thundered to a stop, the engine cutting abruptly. Before Riley could process the sudden silence, Devin was already pulling her out into the cool night air. They stood before a stark, industrial loft building, its windows dark. "Our place," Asher grunted, his hand finding the small of her back again, steering her toward a heavy steel door. "No neighbors to hear you scream."
The loft was vast and minimalist, all exposed brick and polished concrete. A massive leather sofa dominated the space, facing an expensive-looking sound system. Devin didn't bother with the lights, the glow from the city skyline casting long shadows across the room.
Asher turned to her, his glacial eyes roaming over her body with predatory intent. "Take off your dress," he commanded, his voice low and absolute. "I want to see what we're working with."
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the zipper at the side of her dress. The whiskey-fueled courage was still there, but it was now mixed with a sharp, sobering thrill of exposure. The fabric slid down her body in a whisper, pooling at her feet on the cold floor. She stood before them in nothing but her lace panties and heels, her curves illuminated by the dim city light.
"Turn around," Devin's voice came from behind her. "Let us see all of you."
She obeyed, turning slowly to face the windows, putting her back to them. She heard Asher's sharp intake of breath.
"Fuck," he breathed out. "Look at that ass. Made for this."
She felt his heat before she felt his touch. His large hands came down on her hips, calloused and possessive, spinning her back around to face him. He didn't give her a chance to speak, crushing his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss that tasted of dominance and whiskey.
Meanwhile, Devin moved behind her again, his hands sliding up her bare thighs. "So eager," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot. "Already wet through these little panties." His fingers hooked into the lace and pulled them down her legs, leaving her completely bare.
Asher broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. "On your knees," he ordered, pushing down on her shoulders. "Now."
Riley sank to the floor without hesitation, the rough texture of the rug biting into her skin. She looked up at them both—Asher unbuckling his belt with impatient hands, Devin watching with a hungry intensity.
"Open that pretty mouth," Asher growled, stepping closer. "Show him how good you can be."
He didn't wait for permission. His cock was thick and heavy against her lips, and she opened wider, taking him in. The taste of him was male and musky, overwhelming her senses.
Devin knelt behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks apart. "Such a tight little hole," he observed darkly. "Think she can take us both?"
Asher groaned above her, thrusting deeper into her mouth. "We're about to find out."
Chapter 4
The thick intrusion of Asher filled her mouth completely, stretching her lips and pushing deep into her throat with each possessive drive of his hips. Riley’s world narrowed to the slick heat of his cock, the salty taste of his skin, and the rhythmic, guttural sounds he made above her. Her jaw ached, but the pain was a sharp counterpoint to the molten pleasure coiling between her own legs, a pleasure Devin was about to exploit.
His spit-slicked finger circled her tightest hole, a blunt, insistent pressure that made her jerk against him. “Easy,” Devin murmured, his other hand a firm clamp on her hip, holding her in place for Asher’s use. “You wanted this. Take it.”
He pushed in, a slow, burning stretch that stole the air from her lungs. A muffled cry vibrated around Asher’s shaft. The dual violation was overwhelming—her throat stuffed, her ass being relentlessly filled. Devin worked his finger deeper, the tight ring of muscle yielding to his persistent invasion. When he added a second, the stretch became a bright, white-hot sting that morphed into a deep, shocking fullness.
Asher pulled his cock from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening tip. “Look at her,” he grunted, tilting her chin up so her glazed eyes met his. “Made for taking cock in every hole.”
Devin’s fingers began to move, a cruel, steady rhythm that pistoned in and out of her ass. The friction was brutal and exquisite, each stroke stoking the fire in her core. Riley’s body convulsed, a ragged moan tearing from her as her own arousal soaked her thighs. She was pinned between them, a toy being used exactly as she’d begged for, her shyness obliterated by the raw physics of their possession.
Asher guided himself back to her lips, but this time he didn’t enter. He smeared his cockhead over her cheek, her chin, marking her with his pre-cum. “Switch,” he commanded Devin, his voice thick with lust. “I want that ass next.”
Devin withdrew his fingers, leaving her clenching around empty, burning air. He moved to her front, his own heavy erection springing free. Without ceremony, he gripped her hair and guided his cock into her waiting, hungry mouth, filling it as deeply as Asher had. Behind her, she felt Asher’s hands spread her cheeks wide again, felt the broad, wet head of his cock nudge against her loosened, throbbing entrance. The promise of what was coming next was a live wire under her skin, a shivering anticipation that tightened every muscle. She was the fulcrum of their need, stretched and used, and the peak was still a devastating climb away.