COME WHEN CALLED #7, The Sunrise (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) by Piper Trace Page A
Authors: Piper Trace
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he’d do to her.
He came back to the bed, the hard line of his erection jutting in front of him, more than ready to fuck her whether she was ready or not. “Are you staying, Evie? Does this deal still work for you?”
If she left, she’d break Charley’s heart. She couldn’t do that. She needed to talk to Charley first. Evie had gone from the high of realizing she was hopelessly in love with Ford, a love she thought he returned, to him crushing her heart, all in the span of a few hours. She didn’t know what to do.
“Get out of my bed and leave now if you’re not still willing to fulfill your duties,” Ford demanded. She looked up at him for a long moment and saw his eyes were as full of pain as hers. He seemed to soften. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it to his erection, smearing lubricant on her fingers. “I can’t stay away from you, Evie. I don’t want you to leave.” His throat was hoarse, and he lowered his eyes, looking shamed. “But this is all I can give you. Will you take it?”
God she loved him. Why was he doing this to her?
She turned her face back into the sheets, her cheeks smeared with tears. She didn’t want to go, though she knew she should. Unsure, she only lay still instead, and chose by default.
Ford climbed back onto the bed and grabbed her hips, yanking her butt back up into the air. With his knee he spread her legs forcefully. He was not being gentle when he stuffed his slickened cock into her. His erection felt invasive—not right like it normally did. She wasn’t wet and soft for him, because he wasn’t the Ford she loved.
He fucked her roughly, as if he was angry at her and desperate for her at the same time. Ignoring her tears, he forced his cock into her again and again to the hilt. She knew he would stop if she asked him to—knew it in her bones—but yet she didn’t stop him. Her confusion and uncertainty pinned her beneath him. He didn’t make a sound, only used her cruelly, taking the only thing he wanted from her. Giving her the only thing he could give.
The lone sound in the room was his skin slapping against hers with the tattoo of his relentless sex. It was a stark sound in the still morning air, and although she didn’t want to enjoy what he did to her, her body betrayed her and began to respond to his naturally.
The connection her body had to Ford’s would not be denied. Their bodies knew each other and relished the sex between them, and that connection made his denial of love for her all the more painful. She bit down on a moan of pure carnal lust, determined not to reveal any enjoyment in what he was doing to her.
She might have actually orgasmed, with her face shoved into the mattress and her eyes wet with tears, had he fucked her longer, but he thrust hard a few last times and came with a guttural moan, collapsing over her back and flattening her to the bed.
There was a quick knock at the door and Charley entered, carrying two bags of food. His giant smile crumbled as he looked at Ford pinning Evie to the bed and Evie’s face, miserable and streaked.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he breathed. Charley looked back and forth between them. He dropped the bags on the floor and stepped to the bed. Gently, he touched Evie’s tear-stained cheek. “Ford!” Charley’s voice rose, anger and panic evident in his rebuke. “Ford, what the fuck did you do?”
Ford hoisted himself off her, pulling his softening cock out and getting to his feet next to Charley. He busied himself with cleaning up. Evie sat up, grabbing Charley’s hand from her cheek and kissing it. “It’s okay Charley,” she said. “We had a little argument. Everything’s fine.” She would salvage this and then figure out how to handle it later. She would never let Ford make her feel like that again.
Ford wouldn’t look at her, shame rolling off him in waves. Charley took note. “Ford, what’s going on? I thought we were good.” Charley looked at Evie and she saw the
He came back to the bed, the hard line of his erection jutting in front of him, more than ready to fuck her whether she was ready or not. “Are you staying, Evie? Does this deal still work for you?”
If she left, she’d break Charley’s heart. She couldn’t do that. She needed to talk to Charley first. Evie had gone from the high of realizing she was hopelessly in love with Ford, a love she thought he returned, to him crushing her heart, all in the span of a few hours. She didn’t know what to do.
“Get out of my bed and leave now if you’re not still willing to fulfill your duties,” Ford demanded. She looked up at him for a long moment and saw his eyes were as full of pain as hers. He seemed to soften. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it to his erection, smearing lubricant on her fingers. “I can’t stay away from you, Evie. I don’t want you to leave.” His throat was hoarse, and he lowered his eyes, looking shamed. “But this is all I can give you. Will you take it?”
God she loved him. Why was he doing this to her?
She turned her face back into the sheets, her cheeks smeared with tears. She didn’t want to go, though she knew she should. Unsure, she only lay still instead, and chose by default.
Ford climbed back onto the bed and grabbed her hips, yanking her butt back up into the air. With his knee he spread her legs forcefully. He was not being gentle when he stuffed his slickened cock into her. His erection felt invasive—not right like it normally did. She wasn’t wet and soft for him, because he wasn’t the Ford she loved.
He fucked her roughly, as if he was angry at her and desperate for her at the same time. Ignoring her tears, he forced his cock into her again and again to the hilt. She knew he would stop if she asked him to—knew it in her bones—but yet she didn’t stop him. Her confusion and uncertainty pinned her beneath him. He didn’t make a sound, only used her cruelly, taking the only thing he wanted from her. Giving her the only thing he could give.
The lone sound in the room was his skin slapping against hers with the tattoo of his relentless sex. It was a stark sound in the still morning air, and although she didn’t want to enjoy what he did to her, her body betrayed her and began to respond to his naturally.
The connection her body had to Ford’s would not be denied. Their bodies knew each other and relished the sex between them, and that connection made his denial of love for her all the more painful. She bit down on a moan of pure carnal lust, determined not to reveal any enjoyment in what he was doing to her.
She might have actually orgasmed, with her face shoved into the mattress and her eyes wet with tears, had he fucked her longer, but he thrust hard a few last times and came with a guttural moan, collapsing over her back and flattening her to the bed.
There was a quick knock at the door and Charley entered, carrying two bags of food. His giant smile crumbled as he looked at Ford pinning Evie to the bed and Evie’s face, miserable and streaked.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he breathed. Charley looked back and forth between them. He dropped the bags on the floor and stepped to the bed. Gently, he touched Evie’s tear-stained cheek. “Ford!” Charley’s voice rose, anger and panic evident in his rebuke. “Ford, what the fuck did you do?”
Ford hoisted himself off her, pulling his softening cock out and getting to his feet next to Charley. He busied himself with cleaning up. Evie sat up, grabbing Charley’s hand from her cheek and kissing it. “It’s okay Charley,” she said. “We had a little argument. Everything’s fine.” She would salvage this and then figure out how to handle it later. She would never let Ford make her feel like that again.
Ford wouldn’t look at her, shame rolling off him in waves. Charley took note. “Ford, what’s going on? I thought we were good.” Charley looked at Evie and she saw the
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