COME WHEN CALLED #6, The Punishment (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) by Piper Trace Page B

out, Charley really was something special. “I was thinking I’m screwed,” she blurted out.
    “That’s not a secret either,” Charley whispered from beneath her ear where he was nibbling on her lobe. “You’ve been screwed a lot since you got here…by Ford, by me.” He ground his erection against her bottom. “And you’re about to get screwed again. Remember, Ford says I can have you whenever I want.” He murmured the words against her skin, and she felt his cock jump. “Speaking of that, can I have your ass yet?”
    “No, you can’t. And that’s not what I meant. I was just thinking that you are almost everything I’ve always wanted in a man.”
    “Almost?” he asked the question plainly, without any pretense of the insecurity or offense she’d have heard from most men.
    “Ford sorta forced me to discover something about myself—that I crave a…I don’t know…an almost cold control from a man, sexually.”
    “You didn’t know that before?”
    “No.” She shook her head and pulled their clasped hands to her mouth so she could kiss his fingers, loving his warmth. “That’s why I’m screwed.”
    Charley’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “You’re gonna need to explain that one. I might like to have sex with men, but I’m not one of your girlfriends. I don’t speak ‘girl-talk’.”
    Evie gasped, trying not to laugh. “You’re a dick sometimes, you know that?”
    “Sure I am. Now explain.”
    She closed her eyes. He really was hilarious and endearing in a way she’d never experienced. And he felt so familiar. It was as if they’d been friends and lovers for half their lives. So she felt comfortable enough to try to explain.
    “It’s like Ford’s a puzzle-piece that completes my picture, but I hadn’t even known I was missing a piece at all until he showed me.” She frowned. “No. That’s not right. He doesn’t complete my picture—it’s not like without him I’m less than whole. Ford’s a catalyst. Like I can have good sex and a good relationship, but you add Ford and now it’s something more—it’s explosive and mind-blowing on a whole other level. It’s like he’s the vinegar to my baking soda.”
    Charley hugged her close, laughing so hard he shook the bed. “The ‘vinegar to my baking soda’? I can almost guarantee you no one has ever called Ford that before.” His voice softened. “But I know what you mean. He’s magnetic, in the best and the worst way.”
    “He’s a little dark and I like that.”
    “Darkness is good?”
    “It is on Ford. It’s part of his dominance. I’d feel like I was missing out now if I didn’t have it. I want that controlling, ownership flavor Ford brings to the table. Even when it feels like he’s using me just to pleasure himself, it totally does it for me.”
    Charley pressed his hardness to her bottom again. “I know it does. I’ve seen what it does to you.” He pulled her shoulder back, kissing along her collarbone and making her shiver. “So I’m still not getting why all this means you’re screwed.”
    She smiled weakly. “How am I supposed to find all that in one guy? I’ve been out there. There is no other Ford, and there’s certainly no other you—not on this planet anyway.” She laughed.
    “Well,” he murmured against her skin, “who says you need to go find it elsewhere?”
    “The deadline says so—a year is all he wants. No more. Not to mention he’s been clear he can’t have a relationship, and he doesn’t want one.”
    Charley stopped kissing her and was quiet for a moment. The only sounds she could hear was their breathing. “He told me in the past that he couldn’t have sex with me either. But he did. You can’t know what the future holds, and neither can he. No matter how all-powerful he thinks he is.”
    “You’re so optimistic, Charley.” She twisted her body, wanting to look into his eyes when she said the words she knew would hurt him—wanted see his reaction so she could punish