25. Her Reapers #3
“So fucking impatient, this one,” Caleb sucked his teeth with a grin. Ian sensually bit his lip as he watched Deja’s head fall back. The water cascading over her dark brown body, soaking her face and chest as her nipples poked through her damp dress.
She panted breathlessly, her thighs quivering against Keith’s head as his tongue tortured her pussy, fucking her into nirvana.
Fingers sifted into her locks before her head was abruptly pulled to the side.
From the way he licked her lips and tenderly palmed her breast, Deja could tell it was Ian.
Peeling her dress from her shoulders until her breasts bared, Ian took her sensitive nipple between his fingers, twisting until she moaned into his mouth.
She twitched at another pair of lips on her neck. The hungry growl, accompanied by his unforgiving fingers sliding beneath her dress and between her legs, gave away that it was Caleb. He pinched her clit, and Deja convulsed.
“I hope you came down here to get the shit fucked out of you because that’s exactly what’s about to happen…” Caleb moaned in her ear.
Her hands clasped at their damp shirts, twisting them in her grip as her body heaved from the pressure of her impending climax.
“Wait! Wait!” she said, pushing Keith back with her bare foot.
Wiping his mouth, Keith looked at her, confused.
“I’m not ready to cum yet-” she added. She heard all three men groan and could barely stifle her laugh.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Keith snapped before Caleb was picking her up off the ledge and setting her down on her feet.
“Our baby’s got jokes,” Caleb grinned, peeling her dress off until it fell to her feet. Deja groaned as Caleb grabbed two handfuls of her ass and squeezed as his tongue claimed hers. Her pussy was soaked as he pulled her cheeks apart, his finger teasing her hole.
Before she could revel in Caleb’s sensual aggression, she was turned around until Ian’s fingers were deep inside her. With a gasp, Deja stood on her toes from his abrupt touch as he claimed her G-spot. “Ian!” she groaned, clutching his shoulders.
“I’m afraid we don’t have much patience for your teasing, sweetheart…
” Ian said, biting her lip. As Ian hiked her thigh to his waist, Deja’s head fell back against Caleb’s shoulder as their fingers unraveled her from the inside out.
Her chest heaved from her panting before she felt Ian’s lips on her nipple and Caleb’s lips on her neck, sucking on the same swollen spot as if he was intent on leaving his mark.
“I… w-was coming down h-here to… to… c-congratulate you. Not…oh god!” Deja whimpered as her stomach tightened.
Ian looked at Caleb. “I almost forgot…” Ian muttered.
“Shit, me too,” Caleb sighed.
“Forget what? Stop hogging her,” Keith said, pulling Deja towards him. Deja laughed as Keith threw her over his shoulder and squealed as he slapped her bare ass.
“Keith,” Caleb said, motioning with his chin. “The flags.”
“Oh… right…” Keith sighed, setting her back down on her feet.
Covering her breasts, Deja looked at them, confused. “What? You guys can’t give me a speech while I’m naked!”
“Yes, we can. There’s no one here,” Caleb grinned. She sucked her teeth as each of them removed flags from their pockets and handed them to her. “Together, we won over 3,000 points…for you…” Caleb said.
“That’s like 300 people…” Deja said, bewildered.
“Who’s counting?” Keith smirked. Walking behind her, Keith covered her eyes with a flag.
“What are you doing now?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise…” Keith whispered in her ear as his hands slid around to cup her breasts.
“Is this part of the surprise?” she grinned.
“No…I just wanna fuck you so goddamn bad,” Keith groaned.
Deja laughed when she felt his body suddenly disappear. “...Keith?” she called out, only to receive no response. “Ian? Caleb? Guys, come on. I’m Black. I don’t play these games.”
She could hear snickering before a firm pair of hands picked her up and pressed her up against the wall. His lips met hers, gently caressing her, and her body melted against his protective embrace with satisfaction.
“Jax, baby…” she sighed with relief. “I missed you…”
“And I you…” His deep voice vibrated, and goosebumps puckered her skin. She felt him lace her fingers with his. “We are bound to you. Body, heart, mind, and soul…” he whispered against her lips. Jax finally pulled back. “...you can take it off now.”
Impatiently removing the flag from her face, she blinked, confused at them standing in front of her like children waiting to open gifts on Christmas day. “What in the world are you guys up to? What am I supposed to do with these fla-”
She stopped short, and her eyes widened at the beautiful green emerald on her finger, framed by 4 black diamonds.
“...Can we try this again?” Jax asked softly with a warm smile. Deja’s nostrils quivered with emotion.
“...she’s not saying anything,” Keith whispered.
“Give her a minute,” Ian muttered.
Keith swallowed hard as he nervously watched her. “Shit, she’s crying! We fucked up!”
“Keith!” Caleb snapped.
“Yes!” she blurted.
Sitting in a recliner at the corner of the bedroom, Jax silently watched his fiancée sleep. Her soft, delicate, dark-brown limbs entangled between Ian and Keith's muscular bodies on the large hotel bed.
The four of them had their way with her all night, and he was concerned they might break her. But his woman was a beast…just like him. She could take it.
His eyes lingered on her hand resting on Ian’s bare chest, focusing on the ring on her finger. Jax tilted his head. Was this what peace felt like?
Standing up, he headed for the door in search of Caleb, who had gone to check on Chloe. Grabbing a cup of tea from the counter, Jax took a sip when he spotted Caleb standing on the balcony.
“What are you doing outside?” Jax asked, stepping onto the balcony.
“...thinking…”
Jax nodded as he looked over the horizon. “We’ve come a long way…” He looked at Caleb and leaned against the railing, standing beside him. “I haven’t said it yet, but…I’m grateful to you. Grateful for what you mean to Deja…to me…”
Jax looked at Caleb, who remained silent. “I know it’s been hard for you… being here… I just want you to know that I’m here for you.”
He finally turned to face Jax. “...are you?”
Jax’s face abruptly fell. “Jamie-”
A hammer slammed into Jax’s jaw as he stumbled backward, dropping his tea. Jamie didn’t give Jax time to get up before he was throwing several daggers, impaling Jax in both of his shoulders, thighs, and chest.
“Heard you’re immortal now,” Jamie sneered. “Let’s test that theory!”
Jax grunted as Jamie jumped on top of him and shoved a blade deep into his abdomen. Jamie smirked at the blood leaking from Jax’s mouth. “Well…at least you still bleed…”
“Jamie…” Jax guttered. “I’m not…fighting you…”
Jamie scowled as he flipped the hammer in his hand. “Then you can lie there as I smash your head into fucking paste!”
As Jamie swung his hammer, an ax blocked Jax’s face as the metal clashed with sparks. Jamie looked up, and his green pupils dilated.
“...Caleb…”