25. Viviana
Viviana
C lean up is hell. I don’t know what Nox and Zane did with the body while Cain, Sloane, and I cleaned up the crime scene, but I trust they have it taken care of.
It takes us more time to clean ourselves up than the actual room.
In the end, we decided on death by a thousand cuts.
Well… we only got to one hundred and twenty seven before Psycho’s original owner stopped begging for the end and Cain stepped in and put the guy out of his misery.
Zane had just really gotten into it too before Cain took the easy way out and severed the guy’s brain stem.
I was still going to go for the kidneys eventually.
Nox told us more about his case and the evidence he had against him.
So we might have gone too far, but the guy got what he deserved.
We of course know his name, but he doesn’t have the right to be known as a person.
Besides, his name was so normal and inconspicuous I’d rather just think of him as asshole.
“You okay?” Cain asks Sloane.
My brows raise, unsure why Cain is asking him that. And Sloane’s eyes land on me before looking away quickly. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
Cain’s lips purse but he doesn’t argue with Sloane’s obvious dismissal. I don’t butt in either, because whatever it is, Sloane obviously doesn’t want me to know about it. “Okay, lets head back.” Cain looks around once more to be sure we’ve gotten everything taken care of.
“Can we get ice cream?” I ask, following after them.
“I don’t know how you could even stomach food right now,” Sloane says as he pulls me into his side.
“Ice cream doesn’t count as food. That’s why there’s always room for ice cream after a big meal,” I tell him firmly.
Sloane laughs, shaking his head at me. “It’s too late to get ice cream anyway.”
A disappointed sigh is my only answer to that.
I’d forgotten that it was so late. Sloane opens the passenger door for me, making sure I’m all the way in before closing it, then Cain pulls out of the parking lot.
When we’re closer to the house, he pulls into the parking lot of a twenty-four-hour fast food chain, and at the drive-thru window he only asks for one thing. An ice cream cone.
Damn, maybe I should decide to marry Cain… He can be sweet sometimes. When he hands me the cone, I grin at him, and before I can think twice about it I lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.”
I’m not sure if it’s just the neon lights as we pull away from the drive-thru lane, but I’m pretty sure Cain is blushing as he mumbles out a reply to my thanks that I don’t quite catch.
We get back to the house when I’m halfway done with my ice cream, and when I walk through the door Zane stops petting Psycho just to pout at me before turning narrowed eyes on the guys.
“You never take me out for ice cream after a kill!”
“You’re not as cute as she is,” Nox tells him without an ounce of guilt in his voice. Not that it’s his fault because he wasn’t even there.
“True,” Zane agrees easily before throwing his hand up into the air. “I call helping Viv scrub her back in the shower!”
He’s so sweet, I hold out my ice cream cone so he can take a lick.
He does and then spins me around to hold me with my back pressed against his chest. I lick my ice cream again before holding it out for Zane to take another lick.
Sloane watches with his arms crossed. “That’s not really fair.
If you shower with her nobody else can join.
I think it’s more fair if Nox and I help Viv shower. ”
My eyes slowly track to Zane. His teeth grit together and then he says something that shocks the hell out of me. “Nox can shower with Viv and me.”
I gape at him.
Sloane gapes at him.
Cain gapes at him.
I’m pretty sure the next door neighbor sits up in their bed just to gape in his general direction.
Nox however, just stands there like something monumental hasn’t just happened. “You’ll let Nox shower with you.”
Zane holds his hands up in the air like he’s warding off a persistent sales lady at the make-up store. “Don’t make it sound like that. Nox will shower with Viv while I just happen to also be showering with Viv.”
“But he’ll see you naked.” Cain speaks up finally, dragging himself out of his stupor.
My eyes swing back just in time to see Zane roll his. “Let’s not be juvenile. Nox is a boy to. It won’t even be the first time tonight that he’s seen someone else’s penis.” He pauses to pout at Nox. “I know you had a better view than I did earlier.”
“Come on. We can use my bathroom,” Nox offers.
“Hold the fuck up,” Sloane demands. “How come Nox can see you naked but we can’t?”
I glance at Zane over my shoulder. “Are you sure they’re not interested in sword crossing? They seem very jealous,” I whisper.
Zane laughs before nuzzling into my neck. Then the jerk leans forward and steals the last bite of my cone. “Nox has seen my scars plenty of times. Plus, he’s got cameras everywhere. I’m sure he’s developed quite the spank bank featuring Viv and me.”
Sloane and Cain don’t say anything to that. It’s probably because Zane is answering them seriously. Or well… seriously for him.
Zane pushes me toward Nox. “You two go get started, I’ll go grab us some clothes to change into.” He heads off toward the stairs.
A warm hand presses into mine and I look up at Nox as tingles race up and down my spine in anticipation. I’ve read a bunch of why choose books now and I have a back log of positions I want to try out.
Nox takes me back to the bathroom next to his room, and as soon as the door is closed I pull him in for a kiss. It’s soft and tentative at first as I slip my hands under his shirt to push it up his body.
I tug it free when our lips part, but the gap between us only lasts for a moment before he’s kissing me again.
Leaning into his chest, my hands go to the button of his jeans and I unclasp them before pulling the zipper down.
Before I can manage to slip my hand in, he grabs my wrists and spins me around.
With my back pressed against his front, he holds me firmly.
His hands trail down my body before he’s gripping the hem of my shirt. It comes off over my head in one tug, and he doesn’t even bother with removing my pants. His hand slips past the waistband and down the front of my leggings as one of his feet kicks my legs open wider.
Pleasure zings through me as he rubs circles on my clit, and my hips start to roll toward his hand, wanting more.
The creaking of the door opening catches my ears just as he slides two fingers inside of me.
I’m not sure if it’s a gasp or a moan that comes out of me at the feeling, but it urges Nox on anyway.
“You’re already soaked for us.” Nox’s voice has taken on a rougher quality, one that makes me shiver.
I finally get a look at Zane to see he’s got a stack of clothes for the both of us as well as a brand new forty-count box of condoms. Did we really already go through the last one?
I should really start thinking about other birth control.
This is the third box he’s gotten, and Sandy would be so proud of me if I helped save the sea turtles.
Maybe I should get a T-shirt that says something like “Save the turtles… Do me raw.”
Nox curling his fingers inside of me derails my train of thought. “Fuck,” I gasp.
He repeats the motion, making my toes curl where they’re still trapped in my boots.
As if my thoughts had summoned him over, Zane is suddenly at my feet untying my boots.
Nox pulls away from me completely and opens the shower to turn on the water, and I hold on to Zane’s shoulder to slip my shoes off.
He doesn’t waste time pulling my leggings down my legs, and I didn’t even bother with underwear because there’s no point when I might have to toss everything I’ve been wearing anyway.
Zane stands to strip down, and I’m not sure how we all fit into the shower but we manage it somehow.
The small touches and caresses the guys give me are torturous and maddening all at the same time.
I’m about ready to throw them both down onto the nearest flat surface and have my way with them at any moment.
I mean, what the hell was the point of the condoms if they were just going to torture me the whole time anyway.
Once I’ve been scrubbed and every inch of my body has been checked for evidence, Zane finally moves closer.
I find myself pinned between their chests, four hands wandering over my body.
Zane is pressed against my front while my back is sealed to Nox’s front.
My head tips back when they start to kiss opposite sides of my neck, I could definitely get used to this.
What woman doesn’t want to be worshipped by two of her sexy as sin men in the shower?
Nox stays standing behind me as Zane’s kisses start to trail further south.
The iron band that is Nox’s arm wraps around my waist to hold me still while Nox’s other hand wraps around the front of my neck. My pussy spasms at just the thought of him being able to break my neck if he wanted to.
I need therapy.
Zane’s fingers trail up my thighs making my legs part slightly, and a squeak leaves me when his tongue caresses my clit.
It takes an embarrassingly short time before my legs are trembling and I’m on the edge of an orgasm.
My nails dig into Nox’s arm, still banded around my waist as I fall a part with a moan.
My legs give out but Nox keeps me upright.
“Fucking perfect,” Zane murmurs, not even stopping as he continues to lick and suck me through my orgasm.
When he finally pulls away I’m a writhing mess. I let Nox support most of my weight as I just wait for them to decide what to do with me next. Zane stands, pulling me into his chest, and I hear the crinkle of foil before Nox is pulling my hips back so I’m bent over with my ass facing him.
I hadn’t even noticed Zane bringing the condoms into the shower with us. Now isn’t the time to think about that though, because Nox presses into me in one firm stroke and my mouth opens on a silent groan. Zane takes the opportunity to sweep in and kiss me.
Nox’s hands are firm on my hips as he starts to drive into me, and Zane pulls away to watch the way Nox is fucking me. An almost harsh grip on my hair forces me to bend over even more until I’m eye level with Zane’s cock. “Open your mouth,” Nox orders.
I do without argument, and Zane steps forward until I close my mouth around him. I don’t really have to think about what I’m doing because Nox’s thrusts push and pull my mouth along Zane’s shaft. I just focus on keeping up the suction and flicking his tip with my tongue.
Nox’s thrusts speed up, and I have to relax my throat as Zane’s cock is pushed further down it. “Oh Viv. Fuck, that feels good,” Zane coos at me.
Nox fucks me like a wild man. The gentle man I know always disappears when his cock is buried inside of me, and I love every moment of his savageness.
He reaches around my waist to circle my clit with his fingers, and I hold onto Zane’s hips for support.
My legs start to tremble and shock waves go up my spine.
One moment I’m fully present in the moment, and the next I feel like my brain has short circuited from all the pleasure they’re giving me.
When I come back to my senses, I realize that Zane is coming down my throat and I suck harder trying to wring every last drop of pleasure from his body. When the momentum of Nox’s thrusts keep me moving around Zane’s cock, he pulls free of my mouth with a wince.
Nox takes the opportunity to stand me back up with one arm around my waist and a hand clamped around my throat again. His hips piston into me in deep hard thrusts and he’s hitting just the right spot. I’m not sure if my body can take another orgasm like the last.
I have no choice but to find out though as my pussy clenches around Nox’s cock and I explode for a second time.
Nox curses and murmurs soft things in my ear as his hips stall and stutter.
He holds me like that for a long moment before slowly pulling out of me.
Then he and Zane clean me up again. There are no arguments as we all get dressed and find our way to Nox’s bed.
I’d thought I would be too amped up to sleep tonight, but I find myself drifting off to sleep between them without a problem.