Chapter 35

TAYLA

I stared at the photo in my hands, a knot forming in my stomach.

How did Walker get this?

This was Ben’s.

He’d kept it in his wallet since we were together.

Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind—Dominic carrying a body bag down to the basement last night.

I gasped, stepping back from Walker.

“Tayla?” he asked, noticing my sudden retreat.

I turned and bolted towards the kitchen.

“Tayla, wait!”

Walker’s voice echoed behind me as I flung open the basement door and dashed down the steps.

Once I reached the bottom, I froze.

Hayden and Dominic were securing a body bag that was ominously still. Nausea washed over me.

Walker’s footsteps echoed as he descended the stairs behind me.

“What have you done?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“He’s alive,” Dominic assured me.

“Just unconscious,” Hayden added.

I stumbled back, bumping into Walker.

“We roughed him up a bit,” Walker admitted.

Ben was in that bag!

My ex-boyfriend!

But he was alive.

Memories of Ben’s fists and kicks flooded my mind, and my hands clenched into fists.

“Step back!” I ordered Hayden and Dominic.

“You can’t let him out,” Walker warned.

“I’m not going to,” I growled back.

With a running start, I kicked the bag hard, rewarded with a grunt of pain. I did it three more times before collapsing to my knees in tears.

Walker was by my side in an instant, scooping me up and carrying me back to the kitchen. He gently set me down on the plush sofa in the living room, sitting beside me as I cried.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, lowering my gaze.

“Don’t be. It was actually a turn-on watching you beat the shit out of that fucker,” Walker confessed.

“It felt good,” I admitted.

“Want to do it again?” he asked, a grin playing on his lips.

I shook my head.

“Want to fuck?”

I looked at him, realizing he was serious.

“It’s a great way to get rid of all that anger inside you.”

“Angry fucking?” I asked, my breath hitching.

Walker’s hands found my waist, pulling me onto his lap.

My nipples grazed his shirt, making me gasp. I looked down into his green eyes.

“How did it feel inflicting pain on that motherfucker, Tayla?”

His hands slid under my top, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. He unhooked my bra and discarded it too.

His hands cupped my breasts, his fingers gently tracing my nipples.

“How did it feel?” he asked again, his lips brushing against my chin.

I gasped, arching my back to press my breasts further into his hands.

“It felt good,” I moaned.

“Knowing what that asshole did to you? How he hurt you? Did kicking him make you feel powerful?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Use me, Tayla. Fuck me!” he growled.

I grabbed his shirt, ripping it open to reveal his bare chest and abs.

He gasped, thrusting his hips up against me as I ran my hands over his warm skin.

I traced my hand over his jean-clad erection, making him close his eyes and hiss through his teeth.

“Fuck me!” he pleaded.

I fumbled with the fastening on his jeans as he lifted his hips, allowing me to free his hard cock.

I stroked him, making him moan. With my other hand, I pushed my leggings down my legs.

Walker’s arm steadied me as I almost toppled over. Once I was free of my leggings, his other hand slipped between my legs, his finger sliding easily into me.

My hands gripped his shoulders as he finger fucked me, his gaze locked on mine.

“So wet, my dark mermaid,” he growled.

“Now!” I gasped.

His finger slipped out of me and he positioned his cock at my entrance.

His hands found my waist as I slowly lowered myself onto him, his cock pushing deep inside me.

I straddled him, feeling so full and stretched, yet so complete.

Walker held my gaze as we stayed connected, neither of us moving.

“You probably bruised that fucker with your kicks? Maybe even made him bleed?” he murmured.

The thought of Ben bleeding stirred something inside me. I flexed my hips backward, causing Walker’s cock to withdraw slightly.

“I think I broke his nose,” he continued.

I flexed forward, sheathing his cock back inside me with a groan.

Slowly, I began to ride him, his hands steadying me.

“I think Hayden might have broken a rib or two on that bastard as well?”

His words, the thought of Ben in pain, it was turning me on.

I moved faster over Walker, gripping the back of the sofa for support.

“That’s my girl! Fuck me like you own me!”

The sofa creaked as I moved faster, pushing myself onto him deeper.

“Walker!” I cried, feeling a warm energy building within me.

“My pain-inflicting slut!”

His hand slapped my ass, sending a stinging sensation through me that made my pussy clamp around his cock.

Walker began to thrust his hips in time with mine, soon taking over, lifting me up and down on him faster and faster.

My breasts bounced in rhythm as I held onto the back of the sofa, Walker fucking me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hayden watching. A rush of wetness escaped me, dripping onto Walker’s cock.

My stomach tightened and I began to pant, my release approaching fast.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I cried out.

Walker’s arms were secure around my waist, his rhythm unyielding as he thrust into me, his face nestled between my breasts.

The knowledge that Hayden was watching us, observing our intimate act, only heightened the tension within me. My fingers clawed into the couch fabric, a silent testament to the climax that was rapidly approaching.

With a powerful thrust, Walker lifted himself slightly off the couch, sending me spiraling over the edge.

My back arched, eyes rolling back as a wave of pure ecstasy washed over me. I let out a joyous scream as my body clenched around him, my orgasm pulsating through every inch of me.

One final thrust and Walker let out a yell, his release filling me with such intensity, it bordered on pain.

A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me and I collapsed against Walker’s chest, my head finding a resting place on his shoulder as we both gasped for breath.

Hayden was still there, watching us, a smile playing on his lips.

“That’s my girl,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

I managed a weak smile before Walker lifted me up, capturing my lips in a passionate, tongue-filled kiss.

“You are amazing,” he murmured, still panting slightly.

His hands found my breasts, gently caressing them as we shared a quiet moment.

“Anyone up for a BBQ on the deck tonight?” Hayden’s voice broke the silence as he strolled into the room.

He moved behind me, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder before settling next to Walker.

Walker was still inside me, and I marveled at how comfortable they both seemed with our unique situation.

“Can I cook tonight?” I asked them.

Hayden’s gaze roamed over my naked body, his lip caught between his teeth in thought.

“Only if you’re dessert?” he proposed, his tone firm.

A shiver ran through me, causing my body to clench around Walker, eliciting a moan from my lips.

Hayden leaned over, pressing a kiss to my lips while Walker continued to caress my breasts.

“Is that a yes?” Hayden asked.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

Hayden’s hand landed on my bottom with a playful slap, causing me to jump and Walker to slide out of me with a wet sound.

I made a face before climbing off Walker, standing naked before them.

My inner thighs were slick with our combined release, but that didn’t deter the hungry looks both men gave me.

“I’m going to take a shower before I start on dinner,” I announced, heading towards Hayden’s room.

Just before I exited the living room, I glanced back to find both of them watching my retreating figure with appreciative eyes.