2. Bones
Chapter 2
Bones
T here was nothing better than the high of a winning fight.
I’d never thought I’d be standing at the top of the food chain again. If I hadn’t agreed to join Smiley’s Gym, I probably would have been dead in the gutter after a binge. Or locked up in prison, all without a damn person remembering my name.
Now every person in this place knew who the fuck I was because they were chanting my name at the end of the night.
The cut above my eyebrow hurt like a bitch, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. Not after giving it my all at Heathens Hollow. Every straggler out there wanted a piece of Seattle’s newest cage match king. They all talked big game for assholes who went down with one hit. At least their ego lined our pockets, if the wads of cash Lotto was counting were anything to go by.
I gave Lotto a nod, but he waved me toward the parking lot where Frankie and Ari were waiting for us. Our cut must have been bigger than anticipated. I headed out the back entrance, not wanting to waste more time with the crowd. If our winnings tonight were as big as it seemed, Smiley’s was about to become Seattle’s hottest gym, and I wanted to celebrate a job well done with my family.
Only when I pulled up to Frankie’s car, he and Ari were already celebrating without me.
Ari sat on the trunk of the car, Frankie between her legs and ravishing her mouth. One hand squeezed at her breasts through her dress while the other was beneath her skirt. That fucking dress. Ever since she stood over me like a temptatious angel, I knew I was gonna be hooked on her. Forget the white powder; Ari in that white dress was the only drug I fucking needed.
And I couldn’t let them have all the fun.
I shuffled closer to the car, my body thrumming with heat, and they didn’t hear me approach. When I threw my bag down by the back wheel, Ari jumped and turned to me. With her eyes glazed over and her lips reddened like that, she was a damn vixen. Frankie’s annoyance quickly turned into a smirk, and with the flick of his hand beneath her skirt, Ari moaned, her eyes still trained on me.
My cock throbbed and slightly stiffened against my jeans with that sweet fucking sound.
“Are you two really having fun without the star of the show?” I asked as I moved forward.
Ari watched me with darkened eyes, spreading her legs a little farther so the skirt of her dress rode up her thighs. With the new angle, I could see Frankie’s fingers move and disappear beneath the white fabric. Fuck. Just imagining the mess Frankie already made of her made my cock fully hard.
“Full of yourself with just a few wins,” Frankie said as he stared me down. “Your left jab needs work.”
“You can drill me later,” I answered and slipped next to them. When I ran my hand over Frankie’s hard cock, he grunted and jerked into my touch. “Or you could drill me now,” I offered with a smirk.
Frankie had restraint, I had to give him that. Though his hips moved in time with drags on my hand, he motioned to Ari with his chin. “Gotta cleanse Ari first.”
Ari breathlessly laughed. “Cleanse me? Are you a priest, Frankie?”
“Anything to get you on your knees.”
“I’d like to see that.” I licked my lips and squeezed Frankie’s dick a little harder. “Would look fucking good with both of our cocks in that mouth. What do you think, Freakshow?”
Frankie’s answer was a smash of his lips against mine.
He pushed his tongue past my lips and flicked over everything like he was trying to lay claim to my mouth. Frankie’s kisses were always as brutal and possessive as the man himself. Our tongues and teeth clashed, nipping and sucking until we were moaning into each other’s mouths.
Ari let out a groan, and I pulled away from our sloppy kiss to turn to her. She tugged the end of her dress up so I could see how she sucked in Frankie’s fingers. Fuck, she took him so well. I had to have a taste. I leaned down and set my tongue on her clit, matching Frankie’s pace with my own. A rush of adrenaline spiked through me at her loud cry. Anyone leaving the fight could stumble upon the public show in the parking lot, but I didn’t fucking care. Not when Ari’s hand forced me closer and kept me firmly against her wet pussy.
As if there was any other place I’d want to be right now.
I worked her quickly, sucking and licking until she was bucking her hips into Frankie and me. It wasn’t long before she was coming, crying out with a wanton garble of our names that almost made me bust in my pants right there.
Frankie slowly pulled his fingers from her and immediately put them in my mouth, rolling and scissoring against my tongue. Ari tasted so damn good. I sucked on his fingers until they were completely clean, and he pulled them from my mouth with a pop.
“Since you’re the star of the night, you get to choose, Bones,” Frankie said, unbuttoning his jeans and dragging down his zipper. “How do you want us?”
Damn. All the possibilities sounded extremely fucking good. A few different scenarios flashed through my mind. Ari riding my cock while Frankie made a mess of my ass. Me riding Frankie’s cock while Ari sucked me off. Both of us slipping into Ari’s holes and ruining her for everyone to see. Too bad we weren’t back at Smiley’s or somewhere that wasn’t the concrete parking lot of some abandoned dump.
“Hop down,” I commanded Ari. “Show me what that mouth can do.”
She obeyed immediately, slipping from the trunk down next to me. With a smirk, she kissed me, pulling my swollen lower lip into her mouth with a moan. One of the cuts from the fight ripped open, and our kiss tasted like cum, sweat, and iron. Ari tried to keep up, but my tongue easily overpowered hers; when we pulled back to breathe, her lips were tinted red with my blood.
“Bend over,” Frankie ordered her gruffly, pulling up her skirt so I got the perfect view of her firm ass when she obliged.
Frankie quickly undid his belt and tugged down his jeans, pulling his hard cock from his boxers. A bead of pre-cum already lined the tip, and my mouth watered at the need to taste it. He smirked, swiping his thumb to gather his slick and forcing it into my mouth. I sucked his finger dry, grunting when Ari ran her tongue up my dick through my pants.
With nimble fingers, she pulled down my pants so that my throbbing cock sprang free. Ari immediately took me into her mouth and gave a harsh suck. I groaned around Frankie’s finger, digging a hand into her silver braid. Frankie tugged his hand from my mouth, used it to line up his cock, and thrust into Ari with one move. Ari’s moan vibrated around my dick and made me throb. With the high of the win and the lust running through my veins, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
Frankie didn’t bother starting slow. He snapped his hips into Ari’s cunt harshly, squeezing her ass with every thrust. Her messy sucks of my cock and the slap of their flesh rang in my ears; I leaned back against the trunk of the car to brace myself and thrust into Ari’s mouth to match Frankie’s pace. She took my facefucking like a champ, opening her mouth even wider and digging her nails into my thighs to keep steady.
“Open your fucking mouth,” Frankie growled and leaned over Ari. As soon as I did, his tongue danced with mine, the kiss messy and demanding.
My cock muffled Ari’s squeals and cries, while Frankie moaned with each harsh thrust into Ari. I threaded my fingers into Frankie’s hair and kept him close to both of us. Ari worked even faster, my dick hitting the back of her throat with every thrust of my hips. Pleasure crawled up my spine, and with one harsh suck, I flooded Ari’s mouth with my release. I bit down on Frankie’s bottom lip as my body shook with my orgasm. The bite sent him over the edge, and I swallowed his loud groan with another bruising kiss.
Ari whined, shifting her hips back against Frankie. He pulled away from me, reaching around to find her clit with his hand. She popped off my softening cock, setting her forehead against my sweaty thigh as she released her climax. Her cries were muffled into my skin, her head lolling to the side so I could see her beautiful expression as she came. I’d never get tired of seeing it. She looked like a fucking angel with her hair all messed up, eyes squeezed shut, and a little pleased smile on her face. My heart jumped when she cracked open an eye, looked up at me, and opened her mouth to show me she’d swallowed my cum.
My cock twitched at the gesture. Damn. If she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t be getting any beauty sleep tonight.
“That’s one way to celebrate,” she joked as she stood and stretched out her body. “Sorry, Bones, but I think I might be tonight’s official winner.”
I glanced down to her sweaty, messy thighs, barely covered by the ends of her skirt, and grinned. “I think my reward was pretty damn good.”
Frankie stuffed his cock back into his jeans and fixed his shirt, but the evidence of our fuck was clear in his swollen, bruised lips. “Speaking of reward, where’s Lotto?”
“Should be here soon.” I followed suit and fixed myself as best I could. “You might wanna fix your hair or Lotto might be jealous.”
Ari hummed thoughtfully but didn’t bother. I totally got it. A jealous Lotto was more sexy than dangerous, and he would definitely take matters into his own hands once he found out. Hopefully, I could be there to see it.
“Just a few more fights and we should have enough.” Ari smiled at the both of us. “Smiley’s couldn’t have taken off without you guys.”
My body flushed with satisfaction, even more than after winning the fight. Lotto and I had gone through a lot over the years together, but we’d finally found a place that accepted us. All of us. Smiley’s was more than just a gym now; it was home. And I’d protect my home no matter what uppercuts life threw at us.
“Wouldn’t want to let the old man down.” Frankie looked at me. “So we’ll work on your jab, bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I wasn’t looking forward to more of Frankie’s training. He was a bastard on the bags at best, and he left my body sore in the worst of ways. “Let’s get out of here.”
Ari nodded and set a hand on my upper arm. “Let’s go home.”