18. The Chessmaster #2
Her body shivered as Caleb pulled her knee against his waist. His back flushed with the seat as his palm slid over her dripping pussy, his fingers dancing between her wet lips, teasing her clit.
He tugged at her dress with his teeth before he was sucking her leaking nipples as they filled his mouth.
Sandwiched between them, Deja panted breathlessly as her body jerked and rocked, submitting to their erotic dominance.
Holding the headrest, she struggled to stay balanced as Keith nearly pounded her into the window.
Her tortured pussy edged to climax as Caleb’s fingers played her clit like a record.
With her mouth hanging open, breathing heavily, Deja looked out of the window and felt her throat dry up.
There he was… staring at them from across the parking lot… Though a hood covered his head, those green eyes were unmistakable. He looked exactly like Caleb.
Deja wanted to stop Caleb and Keith. To tell them that Jamie was just a few feet from them… watching. But it was as if she were frozen, with no will to stop her Reapers from claiming her body in front of the estranged Jamie.
Her body jerked, and she let out a surprised gasp as Keith’s pelvis slammed into her ass so harshly she could feel him in her stomach. Cocking his head to the side, Jamie tilted his chin up as a smirk slowly spread across his face.
“Baby? You okay?” Caleb asked, getting her attention.
Looking down at Caleb, she smiled. “Yeah, I’m… Sorry, just… Just make me cum, baby. Please.”
Caleb grinned as he raised his head to claim her lips. “Like a fucking waterfall, baby…” he moaned, biting her lip. As Caleb sucked on her neck, Deja looked out the window.
Jamie was gone.
As Keith settled in the front passenger seat and Caleb started the ignition, Deja slid her panties back on. “Next time, we need a bigger car,” Keith said, lighting up a joint.
“Or, we could just fuck on a bed like normal people,” Caleb smirked as he fixed the rearview mirror so he could see Deja’s face. His brows fell when he saw her lost expression.
“Boring. What’s the wildest place you’ve fucked?” Keith asked. “For me, it’s gotta be in a morgue. Got horny in the middle of chopping up a body.”
“First of all, ew. Secondly, I’m not playing this game with you,” Caleb said, pulling out of the parking spot.
“Was it a cornfield, Farmer Boy?” Keith teased.
“Shut the fuck up,” Caleb snapped as Keith laughed out loud. As Caleb and Keith bantered, Deja checked her texts, expecting a message. But the only message she had received from Jamie was the last one he sent her.
Moladh Roselyn, Baby Reaper.
“Baby, you sure you’re okay?” Caleb asked again, looking at her through the rearview mirror. Deja nodded with a smile. Not at all convinced, Caleb turned the steering wheel. “Now we just gotta… figure out what the fuck we’re gonna do,” Caleb muttered as he drove back to the hotel.
Keith shrugged. “Maybe this will all blow over, and it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Have you gone completely insane?!”
Shutting one eye, Keith cocked his head to the side and rubbed out his ear while Caleb leaned back against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. Caleb’s pale green eyes glanced at Deja, who sat nonchalantly on the couch, staring out the window.
“I don’t understand how the two of you can be so ineptly reckless, so impetuously irresponsible, so gratuitously incompetent!” Ian snapped angrily.
“Caught like 3 of those words,” Keith shrugged.
Grabbing Keith by his shirt, Ian violently slammed his brother into the wall before shoving a dagger right next to his head into the plaster. “Don’t be a fucking smartass! This is the second time in less than 48 hours you’ve put Deja in danger!”
“We wouldn’t have let anything happen to her, Ian,” Caleb said in Keith’s defense.
“She’s covered in blood, Caleb!” Ian snapped.
“Some of it’s semen-” Keith grinned before Ian violently shoved him again.
Keith burst into hysterical laughter. “Fuck, Ian. Look, she walked out of the bedroom, wearing just a t-shirt, showing off those sexy, thick brown thighs and staring at me with those ‘fuck me senseless’ eyes, and all my defenses fell, okay? I fucking caved. She could have asked me to slaughter every motherfucker in this building, and I would have done it, no questions asked. She is a goddess, and I am but her humble servant, eager to give her any sacrificial offering she expects of me,” Keith shrugged.
“He’s right,” Caleb grinned. “We really didn’t stand a chance. Ask me to butcher a man twice my size, and I’ll do it, no questions asked. Saying ‘no’ to that woman? Do-dhèanta?*.”
Deja’s gaze shifted from looking outside the window to Jax standing in the corner of the room.
His large, muscular arms folded across his broad chest, straining the white T-shirt clinging to his biceps.
His sharp blue eyes gazed upon her as if he were assessing her, though no words fell from his lips.
She wondered what he was thinking. Why he hadn’t reprimanded her yet.
Releasing his brother, Ian rolled his eyes. “You’re not a servant, you’re a slave,” Ian muttered.
“Says the man shackled to the same sexy ball and chain,” Keith grinned.
Grabbing a towel, Ian ran it under the hot water before approaching Deja, sitting on the couch. Perching himself on the table, he gently grabbed her hand and started to clean her off.
“Why haven’t you yelled at me yet?” she asked.
Ian shook his head. “They know better. You’re still new to this.”
“I’m the one who made them take me. Caleb warned me. I didn’t listen,” Deja said.
“What are you doing?” Ian asked. “Do you want me to be upset with you?”
“Aren’t you?” she asked.
Ian sighed as he gently ran the rag over her skin. “I don’t know. I love watching you Reap. And I love seeing you come into your own. But there are rules, beloved. It is strictly forbidden for us to Reap at Society events.”
“I’m sorry,” she said monotonously. “Next time I’ll drag him into an alley to slit his throat. Or castrate him in the men’s restroom.”
Caleb grinned amusedly as Keith barely held in his snicker. Ian shook his head as he looked at her. “I understand you’re upset-”
Deja snorted. “No, you don’t, Ian. You don’t understand at all.
Because you were born into this lifestyle.
But I was forced into it. Forced to survive.
Forced to adapt. I’ve watched you all kill the people I care about.
And I forgave but I never forgot. I will not sit back and allow this abusive fucking cult that brainwashed you into obeying their dumb fucking rules to treat me like a punching bag as if they’re going to make an example out of me. ”
Ian blinked at her, startled, at a complete loss for words, though he tried to speak. “I’m not asking for an apology, Ian,” Deja said as she tenderly took his handsome face between her hands. “Because you’re a victim too. Whether you want to believe that or not.”
“Deja-” Ian started.
“I get it,” she said simply. “I understand. Your loyalty to The Society conflicts with your love for me, and I’m not making it any easier for you when I… act out. But I refuse to lose everyone I care about. And if you won’t protect them, then I will.”
Ian wanted to respond, but he had nothing to say. No words of comfort or reassurance, for he himself was unsure. She was right. His love for her was all that mattered, though it often made him question his loyalty to the community that raised him.
“Are you angry with me?” she asked Ian again.
Sighing in resignation, Ian took her hand between his and affectionately kissed her fingers. “You test my patience, sweetheart. But what is rationale to a man madly in love…”
Deja bit her lip with a sad smile as she leaned forward and tenderly pressed her lips against his.
She felt him breathe shakily into her mouth as if he were restraining himself.
His cold hands slipped around her waist, pressing into her warm skin.
“You can’t keep doing this to me…” Ian muttered against her lips.
“Doing what…?” she asked breathlessly as her hand slid against his inner thigh.
“Alright. That’s quite enough,” Ian said, standing from the table. But Deja grabbed his hand and pulled him back to sit beside her. Ian looked at her surprised as she maneuvered to sit on his lap. His hands instinctively wrapped around her waist as her tongue found his.
“I feel like she’s trying to prove a point,” Keith smirked.
“And what point is that exactly?” Caleb asked.
“Deja,” Jax said abruptly. Goosebumps coated her skin at the authoritative tone in Jax’s voice as she peeled her lips away from Ian. She had been waiting for him to finally say something.
Turning around in Ian’s lap, she leaned back against Ian’s chest, holding his hand between her thighs. She could feel him harden beneath her ass as his lips tickled the skin at the back of her neck.
Standing by the window, Jax’s gaze lingered on her painfully long. “...Did he text you?”
Deja felt her stomach drop. “Wh-what… Who are you-”
“You know exactly who I’m talking about,” Jax said simply. “Did he text you?”
Her jaw tensed. “Don’t lie to me, Deja,” Jax warned.
She sucked her bottom lip. “I didn’t respond.”
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Jax nodded as he looked out the window. “You responded by taking the bait and playing his game.”
“Tucker is the reason Kristin and Joseph are dead,” she protested.
Jax nodded again. “You’re right. And he deserved to die. I hope you made his death painful.” Jax turned to look at her. “But Tucker will be the reason why every Reaper in The Society turns their attention towards you.”