Chapter 19 #3
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
At that, he loses it and fucks me like an animal against the wall. He was grunting and sucking on my neck, my tits, even my lips, just any part of me he could reach.
“I’m gonna come,” he panted after what felt like an age since we started.
“Fucking do it,” I goaded him, linking my ankles behind his back.
He pounded into me several more times before he stilled, groaning loudly, and I felt the warmth of his cum fill me.
He sagged, and I dropped my legs as he slowly pulled out, lowering me to the ground.
But I was shaking so hard, my legs could barely support me.
He turned us back to the mattress where Lee was sprawled out, looking utterly relaxed and on the verge of sleep if it wasn’t for Vail and me.
Logan and Shelby were quiet from the next room, but I had no idea when they stopped.
Shaw was lying at the end of the mattress, his feet lined up with Lee’s, and he was watching as Vail supported me, guiding me over.
Shaw was completely naked, his utterly massive cock erect and ready, but he didn't look as savage as the other guys did.
His expression was soft, unsmiling, but I could see the warmth in his eyes.
He reached for me, arms open, and I reached for him, too.
Vail carefully passed me to him, and I collapsed on the mattress at his side, while Vail moved over to sleep next to Lee.
But Shaw and I just laid there, on our sides, staring into each other’s eyes. One of his arms was wrapped around me, the other resting over my heart, feeling it pounding beneath his palm.
“I’m okay if you’re too tired,” he whispered.
Hell no , I thought, and my hand inched down between us.
I watched his reaction, trying to decipher his feelings to see if this was okay, and to my relief, he didn't flinch or pull away. He let me run my fingers over his insanely huge dick, and I said quietly, “I need you tonight. I need to feel all three of you to know we made it out. We’re together, and that’s all that matters to me. ”
Shaw rolled me onto my back, settling himself between my legs.
He was careful with his movements, as he pressed his forehead to mine and started to slide his huge girth between my folds.
Eyes on me the entire time, he slowly pushed in, and I gasped at how full I felt, the pressure of it.
It was probably a good thing Shaw went last, because he would have destroyed me before the other two even got a chance.
But unlike the other two, he went slow. He was not fucking me, he was making love to me.
When he kissed me, his lips were soft and a little tentative, but I allowed him to lead.
With Shaw, I always had to let him lead.
He needed to feel like he was the one in control, and so I held him, returned his gentle kisses, and sighed at each gentle thrust and roll of his hips.
“I’ll never let that fucker touch you again,” He swore to me, and I knew he was talking about Elias. “If he does, if he tries, I’ll fucking end him. I’ll gladly go to jail for murder. I don’t fucking care.”
“Shaw-”
“No!” He snapped a little and I stopped.
He rolled his hips in a way that had his pelvis rubbing over my clit with each pass, and I eagerly accepted his tender kisses.
“Kill… them… all…” he grunted, shifting a little and bringing one of my legs up over his shoulder.
“Fucking kill any motherfucker that touches you or tries to take you away…” He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he got up on his knees, moving a little faster now.
My breasts jiggled each time he smacked against me, and at the sight, he reached down, squeezing my left tit with a hand while turning his head to press a lazy kiss to my ankle.
At this angle, he was hitting a little too deep with that giant cock of his and I whimpered each time he rocked into me.
But I wouldn’t stop him. This, what I’d done with all three of them tonight, was as much for them as it was for me. And right now, Shaw needed this.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, his expression becoming hungry.
He shifted my leg, curling it back behind his hip, and leaned over me again.
His thrusting quickened a little, that fucking amazing roll of his hips hitting me just right every time, and I squeezed around him, feeling like I was going to die if I had one more orgasm, but at the same time, I needed it.
“Come in me, Shaw,” I begged him. “I want to feel you there, too.” I focused on Shaw, my eyes filling with tears as he moved a little faster, his jaw clenched tight, his expression a mixture of pain and pleasure that I knew would probably always haunt him when it came to lovemaking.
“Look at me, Shaw. You’re with me, okay? ” I told him fiercely.
He held my gaze, the tortured expression dissipating as he focused, and after another minute, we both came together, holding each other tight as we got lost in each other’s eyes.
He leaned down and kissed me again before resting his forehead on mine.
I felt his dick twitch inside me, but he refused to pull away just yet, so I embraced him close, keeping him there.
From the next room, I heard Logan shout, “Holy shit, they outfucked us? C’mon, Cherry Pie, we’re getting showed up-”
“Fuck off, I’m tired!” Shelby whined.
I could hear Lee let out a disgusted grumble from the other side of the bed while Vail’s soft breathing told me that he was passed out.
From beneath Shaw, I relaxed, my fingers running over his scarred back, keeping him to me.
We fell asleep that way, embracing each other, still linked, while from the next room, I heard a squeaking of the mattress, signalling that Logan had gotten his way.
“For the love of… can everybody stop fucking each other so I can get to sleep?” Micha shouted from down the hall.
“How about you shut the fuck up?” Riley snapped. “Some of us were sleeping just fine!”
I smiled, exhausted beyond belief, ready to be curled up with my men, safe in our little world. And I did, as I found myself lulled into dreamland to the sound of Logan and Shelby moaning as they picked up where we left off.
If Logan didn’t stop whining, I was actually worried that Lee was going to punch him out.
When we arrived at the safehouse, which was only a couple of blocks away, it reminded me of the old basement my mother and I had once lived in.
It was a little duplex, the top floor belonging to members of Vendetta, a group of students from our school who had escaped a horrible home life, and were living together in this space.
They had prepared the suite for our American guests so that by the time we had arrived, the two mattresses in the one bedroom had fresh bedding on them, and the heat and lights were on.
I’d helped them unload their van of their new clothes, some groceries we’d grabbed on the way over (thanks to the leftover money Maverick had given Lee last night), and helped Shelby put things away while the guys assisted Logan in getting Micha and Riley inside in one piece.
The entire morning, Logan complained about how cold it was, that his dick was going to freeze and fall off if it didn’t stop snowing soon.
Riley muttered threats to him under her breath, although she and Micha did spend breakfast shivering under a blanket on the chesterfield.
Shelby, however, was totally entranced by the blanket of white that covered everything, and ate her cereal by the window beside the dining table.
Despite last night’s sexcapades, no one mentioned anything about hearing each other this morning, until Logan saw Vail and said, “Hey! It’s the jackhammer!”
I didn’t bother telling him that, in fact, it hadn’t just been Vail and me.
I felt like that information would just make his head explode.
But Vail took advantage of his assumption of us being together by being incredibly handsy all morning, insisting that I sit on his knee at breakfast while he sat back in the lounger next to the couch so he could talk to Micha.
Now that we had them in the safehouse, and Micha was settled on the old brown and orange couch which was most definitely still alive from the eighties, Vail was standing next to him, giving him instructions and knowledge of the area.
At the same time,Logan protested at the notion of living in the sort of place he would bury someone and not live in, while Riley had claimed it was better than the apartment she grew up in.
“Do not let your girls out on their own-” Vail was saying, which caught Riley’s attention from the opposite end of the couch.
“What was that?” she snapped angrily. “What is it with you men and your chauvinistic-”
“ Because, ” Vail narrowed his eyes at her, “There are MC grabbing girls. We rescued one of them last night from a trafficking ring.”
Riley stopped talking at once and immediately sank back into the couch.
“I’m sorry to snap at you, but this is something we’ve been trying to figure out for months, and last night, we finally found one.” He turned back to Micha. “So if you have to go out anywhere, it’ll probably have to be Logan and Riley.”
“What?” Riley furrowed her brow. “I can’t go anywhere with this thing on my leg!”
“You blend in better with the people here,” Lee said, bringing in the last of their stuff.
“You’re a little spitfire, and you can take care of yourself.
And that guy shouldn’t be allowed out alone since he was probably going to end up getting himself thrown into a dumpster.
Your boyfriend is too sick. And the blonde…
” He nodded his head down the hall where Shelby and Logan had disappeared to with their clothes.
“She stands out. No offense meant, but with your injury, you can’t exactly dance on tables or be used to fuck a guy silly, which is what they’re looking for. ”
At that, Micha looked to Riley and shook his head at her, his dark brows pulled down over his eyes as though sensing she’d challenge this somehow.
I fully expected her to speak up, but this time, she didn't. Instead, she slumped back and muttered something that sounded like, “Logan is definitely going to end up getting thrown into a dumpster…”
“Use these while you’re here.” Vail produced two burner cells he’d asked one of the members of Vendetta to pick up for us this morning.
“The only numbers programmed in are each other, so you guys can call when you’re out, a contact for Daniel and the other Vendetta members who live above you, and mine.
We’re lying low for the next little bit here because of what happened last night with the Faceless-”
“Wait, what? ” Logan re-entered, wearing three pairs of sweats and two hoodies, looking absolutely miserable. “Who the fuck is Faceless? Who’s this fucking guy? Now we have to worry about some deformed motherfucker? I told you we should have gone to the island!”
Micha chose to ignore him, and instead of replying, he tossed one of the phones to him, which Logan effortlessly caught.
“It’s a goddamn flip phone! Look! There are actual buttons on this thing! It’s like a goddamn pager!” He flipped the screen open and closed it again and again, completely fascinated. “I feel like we’ve time traveled or some shit.”
Shelby appeared and reached around him, snatching the phone out of his hand.
“Hey!”
“No, you don’t get this anymore. It’s my phone now. You lost the right when you bitched about it.”
The rest of us gathered near the steps leading up to the shared foyer between the upper and basement suites, watching as Micha reached out to Vail, hand held out, they shook, and said, “Thank you for everything. Just know that once things settle, when I can return the favour, I will.”