Along for the Ride (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

“Do you know what we do to thieves?” “Kill them?” I say. The driver’s deep voice echoes through the SUV, feeling louder with my eyes closed. His words are silky smooth. “No. We take them along for the ride.”

but the thickness is what holds my attention. Disgustingly thick. Horrifyingly big. Fuck an ax. He could probably chop wood with that thing. It would certainly split me in half, I think, and my cheeks blaze hot.

“Tell me. You haven’t been shy about using your words so far, so tell me you want me to rip you in two.” “I want it,” she whispers. “Good girl.”

“Oh, wanderer, this is going to hurt,” I growl, “but you can handle me, can’t you?”

“Good fucking girl. Come for me. Come with my cock buried in your little pussy.”

“I’m going to fill you, and when I do, I’m going to keep my come inside you all night. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” she pants.

“If you have any fantasies about running off the first chance you get, get them out of your head. I’m real overprotective of what belongs to me.” I turn her face and look into her eyes. She needs to understand the weight of what I say next. “For the remainder of this night, keep my cock inside you. And for the remainder of this trip, you and your pussy are mine.”

I never in my life thought I would actually die in the face of my own insult and choke on a dick, but here I am, choking away.

I debated telling Leana what we do so she’d understand why it’s so important to stay in the car while we work, but I don’t know how she’ll take it. Probably not as well as she takes my dick.

This girl glows with a gray hue around her. And I’m fucking obsessed. What switch is broken in her little head? She might be more like us than she realizes.

“I’ll always protect you, but you’ll have to accept me for the killer I am. The man who can make you feel so fucking good after causing the ultimate pain to someone else. Can you do that, wanderer?”

Leana drops to the ground with a dramatic huff. “Get it over with,” she says before lying back with her tongue sticking out and eyes rolling back in her head. It’s the least convincing fake death I’ve ever fucking seen, and now I understand why she failed theater class.

I laugh because who the fuck comes out of a choking like that? Unfazed by the near-death experience, but totally offended by the stiff cocks.

And I’m hard again. Jesus. Calm down, boy. Is this a new kink for me? Why’s my dick aching like this?

“You don’t like that I could kill you, but you love that I’m too fucking obsessed with you to do so.”

“You’re . . . fucking . . . evil.” She pants each word with every forward rock of her hips. I pull away, eliciting a frustrated growl from her. “And yet you ride my face like I’m a saint.”

“Why do chicks always do this shit? They say it doesn’t matter, but the moment you name a place, they aren’t in the mood for it. I’m not playing this game.”

God, I’m starting to like her, and I fucking hate that for me. My little thief. His wanderer. Whoever the fuck she is, she’s getting under my skin.

Instead of kicking and screaming and trying to escape, she’s just resigned herself to the fate of one serial killer who wants to breed her and another who wants to fuck her dead body. What a trio.

Wait. Am I Gentry’s? Just his? Or has this transformed into something else entirely? A thrupple I never imagined or asked for. One where two psychopaths want to sandwich me between them and fuck me in different ways. Maybe fuck me together?

He fists my hair and pulls me closer. As he kisses me, his length presses against me, and I don’t know if it’s because his lips are on mine or because we’re about to commit murder. Probably both.

The doors whip open and like two weird, blood-covered, psychopathic guardian angels, Gentry and Karson charge in with guns blazing. Bullets buzz around me, and I can’t dodge or do anything to defend my ears from each deafening blast.

came inside you, you’re still ours. And we’ll show you that.” His arm wraps around me and he pulls me against his chest. “I’d do anything for you.” “We’d do anything for you,” Karson adds as he fetches my jeans from the coat closet.

I refuse to be as open and vulnerable as Gentry, but I am really glad we rescued her. Not just because she lets us do fucked-up things to her or because she doesn’t react the way others do around us. But because I like her. I like the person I can be around her. The way I can be around Gentry because of her. She brings out something warm in two very cold killers.

How the fuck can I kill Ralph when I can’t even kill the gross feelings in my gut that tell me what I’m doing will hurt the one person I don’t want to hurt?

“Ours,” Karson corrects as he smacks my ass. “There’s a reason she won’t choose between us. You like how we both use you, huh, little thief? You like how Gentry fucks you like he loves you and I fuck you like I hate you.”