Chapter 9
Chapter 9
KINGSTON
“ C ome on, we’re almost there. We have to make it through that door.” Iris huffs, her body squished between our larger frames as she attempts to help us out of the building. We’re still fucked from the drugs; whoever is responsible obviously gave me and Beau a much stronger dose on top of whatever the fuck the sex drug was. I can see a bit more clearly now and can walk, but it’s sloppy at best.
“There are fuckers still inside, I know they have to be here somewhere,” Beau grumbles, his face twisted in anger. He wants revenge. He’s livid and so am I.
The Brotherhood has some real fucking nerve to pull the shit they have with us. If I were a betting man, I’d hedge no other pledge has gone through what we have just for the initiation process, but then to further test us, attempting to pit us against each other… they’ve got another thing coming if they think I’ll be fucked with this and roll over to take it. An old grill catches my attention, halting my steps. “Go get in the old truck, Iris,” I order. “I’m too fucked up to look for keys to swipe, so we better pray the hunk of shit runs.” It’s parked next to two white vans so I’m betting it does.
“You’re not driving like this,” Beau growls, shooting me a stern glance to drill his words home. He knows me too well.
Shaking my head, I say, “Nah. If it’s automatic, yank the wires like I showed you to get it started. Iris can drive. If it’s standard, then you’ll have to get ready to pop the clutch for us.”
“I can do it,” Iris interrupts. “Believe it or not, I’m not useless.”
“You know how to drive standard?” I ask and she shakes her head, frowning.
I sigh and say, “Didn’t fucking think so, sweetheart. So, hop in the goddamn truck to drive. If Beau has to get it started, then I’m going to need your ass to help me push the bitch.” She releases me, helping Beau walk to the truck while flipping me off. She still manages to be spicy after enduring her own sort of hell and it only makes me respect her more for her resilience.
“The fuck are you doing, King?” he whisper yells, glancing around to make sure no one’s coming.
“They have to know they can never tear us apart.”
“King…”
“Never,” I state and move the lid of the grill. Bingo . I grab the lighter fluid and long lighter from inside. There’s still charcoal in the fucker, telling me someone might not be here often, but this place doesn’t stay empty.
Beau slashes his hand through his hair and gives me a challenging look. Like for a half a second he thinks better of us torching this place to the ground before he comes to his senses. “Fuck yeah. Let’s do it.” He gives me that mischievous smirk of his and just like that the two of us are back… but this time with a vengeance. He watches me as I strategically spread the fluid all over anything that will help ignite it.
“Hurry up, we have to get Iris the fuck out of here.” Beau leaves me to my first token of revenge against the society while he works to get the truck started. They had to know I wasn’t going to sit back and let this shit slide. Brotherhood or not, they can only push me so far.
I’m busy spraying lighter fluid all over the wooden front porch and the area around it when I notice a gas can next to a generator. It’s under a small wooden structure but nothing’s locked up. A deranged chuckle spills free as I mumble to myself, “Oh, this is fucking perfect.” Taking the gas can, I spill gas along the side of the house and the front, then wearing a wide smile, I flick the lighter on and watch the flames leap to life.
Still a little wobbly, I head for the truck. It’s rumbling, as Iris sits in the driver’s seat, both her and Beau watching me out the back window. He opens the door, hopping out and catching himself with the door. “You’re sitting bitch. Can’t believe you’re torching shit while being half out of it.” His laughter only encourages the crazy running through my veins.
With a shrug, I climb in, sliding over. My body vibrates with a mixture of furious energy and adrenaline for setting the place on fire.
“Fuck them.” Beau slams the door shut and starts rummaging through a duffel bag as Iris gives the truck some gas.
“Exactly. Fuck them for thinking they could force me to kill one of you and then they make me think I’ve lost one of you… The least I could do is level this fucking place. They knew who they were getting when they sent me that invite.”
My hand possessively lands on Iris’ thigh. Leaning in, I press a kiss to her neck. “Do you hate me?” I whisper, despising myself for what just went down in the motherfucking basement. I can’t believe I ever thought those bitches were her, naked and taunting us. The memory is fucking with my head more so than it already has.
Her chin trembles, her head tilting towards me. “No.” It’s said on a whisper. “It killed me to see those women touch you both; I thought I was dying inside… but deep down I know neither of you would ever hurt me.”
“Fucking right,” Beau claims beside me.
Pressing my lips to her delicate throat again. I murmur, “Never. We own your ass, Iris Kensington, but you own us, too.” I can’t keep my hands off her. The drugs have begun to wear off significantly, but there’s still the deep ache in my nuts to spill inside her. To mark her. I don’t care how many times we fuck, I won’t be able to get my fill or claim her enough.
As the truck rumbles down the road, the tension in the cab grows. We’re all on edge, grateful each other’s alive, but needing to feel each other’s touch to know it’s the truth. The Brotherhood didn’t win. Not yet, anyhow.
“There’s some shit in this bag we can wear to your grandfather’s and I saw some jugs of water in the back. We probably shouldn’t show up looking like this. Did they hurt you?” Beau leans forward to get a better look at Iris, checking her, no doubt looking for another reason to murder any member of the society. “Did they torture you?”
“No. They just showed me videos and asked me a bunch of questions.”
“I need to see for myself. Pull over,” Beau orders as a tree-lined dirt road nears. Iris does as she’s told and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do. I’ve been dreaming of this exact scenario for days.
Our woman has been through hell and she needs to be reminded of how we can make it all disappear. Maybe not for forever, but we can ease the heaviness of it right now. The truck slows, as she makes the turn. Beau points to a spot secluded from the road by a thick patch of trees and brush. “There.”
The truck stops and both doors are thrown open as we climb out, hands tangled in each other the moment we make it to the front. My back hits the grill, hot from the drive but not enough to really burn. My hands move without thinking, yanking Iris’ shirt over her head as Beau stands behind her, reaching for the button on her pants. He shoves them down, unleashing her gorgeous legs and my hands instantly slide behind her thighs.
She wants us just as badly, proving so as she lowers my underwear, tugging my throbbing cock free. The pain I felt while trapped in the basement was unreal. I thought my dick was going to explode and now I’m backed up with what feels like a pound of cum, just waiting to be spilt.
Without hesitation, I lift her to me, bracing my body against the truck. Beau securely wraps his arms around her waist, helping me hold her steady since we're still drugged out a bit. It'll take time for the shit to wear off completely, but we're too impatient to wait for it to settle to feel each other. Iris dips in, brushing her perfectly pouty mouth along my jaw before landing on my neck. She nips at my flesh, sucking hard enough to mark me up. She must be feeling a little territorial after everything that went down in the basement.
"Fuck." I gasp, eyes rolling heavenward as I revel in her display of ownership over me. I can't possibly wait a moment longer… I have to fuck her. "Beau," I grunt, with one word telling him I'm ready to sink my cock into her heat.
She's drenched, her wetness running down the inside of her thighs, juices making my fingers slippery. Christ, she's everything.Grabbing my cock, I line myself up, toes curling as Beau does the same and the tips of our dicks hit. We both want to feel her... need to be inside her to prove to ourselves that we're alive and together.
We lower her, letting her pussy begin to stretch around the heads of our cocks. Her entrance is squeezing our lengths together to the point my vision swims with blackness. The sensations are insane. Beau's hard cock pressed against my girth is nothing I've felt before. Not like this. Together. My nuts tighten at the thought of us experiencing something new, the three of us becoming one.
"Fuck," I hiss as he groans. Iris tips her head to the side, resting her forehead against my shoulder as she draws in deep labored breaths, concentrating on holding still for us. If she squirms, she could sink down too fast and we don't want to damage her pussy... just hurt it a little.
Make her come so fucking hard she sees stars and never questions our devotion to her.
I give the base of my cock a rough tug before moving my hand to the back of her neck. My lips find her ear as I squeeze and whisper, "You know we'd kill for you, right? That we'd fucking die for you? That's how much we love you… there are no limits when it comes to you, Iris."
Her body shudders, pussy relaxing a bit more as her juices drip down our cocks and we slide half an inch deeper. Beau’s hand trails to her breast, squeezing as he pants behind her. I meet his fiery gaze over her shoulder and fuck me, he's never looked hotter. With Iris wrapped around me, I let go of her thigh, reaching for him. My palm lands on his back, sliding to rest on his shoulder blade. I bring his body in closer, until we're all so tight together our skins’ on fire from the heat between us.
"Let's fuck our woman, Beau," I whisper. His nod is jerky, as his jaw flexes from biting down so hard. Together we allow Iris' pussy to slip off the tips of our cocks, repositioning her so I’m at her front and he’s ready to take her ass.
“Now,” he rasps. Our collective groans fill the air as both of us plunge deep inside her holes.
“Yes,” Iris moans, body locked tight, allowing us to shift our hips in sync. I have to grit my teeth to keep from exploding right away, as her pussy grips me like a vice. With each slide in and out, Beau’s cock runs the length of mine, only a thin piece of her sweet body separating us. The combined sensations are enough to steal my breath, as I nearly choke, plunging deep.
“Holy shit,” Beau comments, his timbre filled with rapture. He’s feeling what I am right now, so I completely get it. Us sharing has always been good no matter who we were fucking, but our woman makes this time together different. It’s somehow more. She’s the end game and to have her positioned between us while we both fill her, is pure bliss.
“Harder,” she demands and I leak precum with the very notion of slamming into her roughly.
“You want these cocks?” Beau asks.
“You gonna be a good girl and tell us if it’s too much?” I follow his question, still not completely in control of my body. I doubt Beau is either, if he had as much shit pumped into him as I did, so she has to be the one with some control.
“Yes,” she breathes “To both.”
I momentarily meet Beau’s stare again, “You good with this?” I ask, because if for any reason he’s not feeling okay, we’ll take this to the back of the truck. We’ve both been tortured for days; we can lie down in the bed if needed. I won’t push him too far if he’s still high as fuck.
Iris interrupts, “Please? I want to feel you deep… need it unlike I’ve ever needed anything in my life.” Her voice cracks as she tears up. My knuckles go to her chin, tipping her face up to meet my gaze. Hers is watery and it punches a hole in my chest at the sight.
“Sweetheart, we’re here,” I promise.
“I-I thought I lost you guys. One of you, if not both.” Her body trembles, spurring us on. Beau and I instantly grip her tighter, fucking our cocks into her like we have something to prove. We do. We’re here and I’ll be goddamned if she ever loses both of us. I’ll sacrifice myself every damn time if needed to never hear the fear in her voice again.
“Baby, we’d never leave you,” Beau groans out mid-thrust. “We will do anything to protect you… you’re ours.”
“I know,” she cries, falling off the proverbial cliff within moments of our combined words. “I trust you both,” she manages to grind out, riding the high as we trade off plunging our cocks in and out or her heat.
“Good,” I murmur against her lips, loving how our bodies fit together, our movements in sync like this is how it’s always been meant to be. She’s our destiny; at least it’s what I want to believe, because nothing else makes any sense. We keep facing so much crazy shit and somehow managing to find our way back to each other. “Because we’ll take care of you always. Never be afraid.”
“Hold her tight.” Beau grunts and leans in, growling next to her ear, “You’re not done coming baby, you owe us another.”
She fucks me with her gaze, heeding his command and leans in. Her tongue peeks out licks over my lips, effectively driving me mad inside. My balls want to fucking explode, to fill her up as I bliss out through my orgasm. My body flexes as I open my mouth to suck her tongue between my lips and concentrate on not busting my load.
She groans as I suck her tongue, toying with her until she pulls back, mouth open as she pants. “I’ll never have enough of you both.” Her head falls back to rest on Beau’s shoulder as he toys with her nipples, mouth kissing and licking a path over her exposed throat. “I want you to hurt me, make me feel nothing but your cocks,” she pleads. “Please.”
“Anything,” Beau says, his voice rough and cracked. “Anything you fucking want.” He slams forward, effectively driving my dick to the hilt. I draw in a sharp breath at bottoming out in her drenched pussy. My cock is big… I know she says she wants us to hurt her, but I’m not trying to fuck her up too badly; I want to be able to slide into this pussy again later.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” I murmur, eyes shooting heavenward. Beau’s big cock thrusting in and out damn sure has me clenching our woman roughly as it rubs against mine through her thin walls. “Never had anything better, such a perfect swollen pussy, taking my cock like a good girl.”
Beau groans, “Fuck. She is a good girl, hmm?”
Her pussy spasms, loving our combined praise. Each squeeze has my cock throbbing, and my ass cheeks clenching. “Oh,” she moans. “Yes, right there!” Her screams get louder as our hips piston faster, our cocks punching into her holes, making her take us in harsh thrusts.
“I want your mouth,” I growl, grabbing her hair tight enough to wrench her head up so she holds my stare. “Bend over so Beau can keep taking you up the ass while you choke on my cock.”
She moves to do as instructed, but Beau shakes his head, shifting beside me. “No. Get on your knees. You can suck us both off.”
She falls to the floor, kneeling so prettily as she gazes up at the both of us. “Whatever you want.” She licks her lips, eager to take our cocks however we’ll give them to her.
“Suck on the heads,” he tells her.
“Then we’re coming all over your face.” Flicking my stare to Beau, his lips tip into a grin, loving the idea as much as I do. We each slide a hand in her hair, directing her movements as she bobs from my cock to his and back again. “That’s it, take our cocks.”
“So beautiful,” Beau whispers, his voice reflecting the awe I’m feeling. “My cock filling your mouth is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Love you, Iris,” I can’t help but confess as she deep throats me like a goddamn porn star. “You were made to take us; no one will ever love you the way we always will.”
“Put your fingers in your pussy, show us how wet you are.”
“Jesus,” she breathes, rubbing her fingertips through her lips, eyelids growing heavy.
“Let us see,” he demands, and she holds her hand up for us. It glistens with her essence and I can’t help but grab her hand. Sucking her fingers into my mouth, my tastebuds explode with her flavor. “Now me.” He nods, gesturing between her thighs and she repeats her movements, rubbing herself until she’s nearly about to come before offering her hand to Beau. He copies me, drawing in her fingers and sucking her juices while he groans.
Reaching for him when he’s finished, I grip his hand for a beat. “Ready? I want to cover her face with us.”
His brows draw in as he nods and sinks his teeth into his lower lip with concentration. I mirror his expression, turning my stare to our woman. “Come for us, Iris,” I tell her, and her fingers push deep, her body vibrating with the pleasure. “Fuck,” I hiss. My orgasm hits me like a cyclone, twisting me up inside as my release springs forward. She moans through her release as my hot cum spurts out, landing on her cheek, then her lips and her nose. Beau curses as he blows, his nut coating the other side of her face until she’s covered in the both of us.
She’s never looked more breathtaking than she does right now.