52. Bay
FIFTY-TWO
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I said I’d never be that overly protective sister who never trusted hers unless they gave me a reason not to.
However, like an absolute asshole, I’m sitting a few rows back from my sister, Ellie, and Peter, while they watch some awful action movie that I know my sister did not pick out. Her realm is romance movies and comedies, and the last thing she gives a shit about are guns and action sequences.
She didn’t get that from me, and I can’t say I’m not happy about it.
Glancing down at my cell, I power on the screen and see nothing lying on the other side of it. Levi won’t answer my lame text messages, which only hints that he’s doing something I’m not going to give the green light on. I could ask Juice, but he’s coyly denying the accusations and Hot Rod will probably jump on the Levi bus and bitch at me for getting close to a Forsaken Crew anything.
Dad has been—for once—listening and doing his physical therapy as well as occupational and the girls have been great. Good grades, no bullshit at school, not too picky with what we have for dinner.
On the home front, things are calm.
With everything else, I feel as though something’s about to happen that I’m going to feel the wrath from.
It’s too quiet.
Eerily so, that I can’t allow my sister to go on a date by herself because of the evils that seem to be lurking at every turn.
I’m officially anxious and overly suspicious.
Powering down my phone, two bodies suddenly sit on either side of me at the same exact moment, causing an unsettling chill and jolt to perform from my body.
My neck snaps to my left as the huge screen ahead of me illuminating one of my problems.
Pretty Boy.
“I didn’t think of you as someone who sat alone at movie theatres,” he mutters, looking at the screen as if I invited him here. “Is this where you do all your planning?”
“What?” A large palm falls to my upper thigh, taking possession of my focus at my right and why should I be surprised? “Reeve.”
“McQueen. Long time, no see.”
Yep.
I’d be a straight-up lying bitch if I said I was not thinking of Reeve finger-fucking me in those woods the other night.
“Baby, I told you I wanted those smiles. Are you not happy to see me?”
“How about I invite you next time?” I counter through my tightening jaw. “Seems like the normal thing to do.”
“Since when are you and I normal?” He quirks a brow, those hazels studying my face for something. “I would’ve taken you to see a movie.”
My other thigh is gripped, but harder than Reeve’s, and there’s the difference right there.
The aggressor and the lover; two different entities with the same agenda.
“You know this doesn’t have to be so ugly, right, Wildfire?” he mutters just above a whisper. “Just give me your loyalty, and I’ll consider it semi-truthful that you’re not going to fuck me over the first chance you get.”
“With what, my cunt?” I steer my regard to Torin and his own delusions. “You just want a free ticket to fuck me whenever you want.”
My long hair is pulled away from my neck and dropped to my back by Reeve. “In that case, I’m being well undercompensating,” Reever croons into my ear. “Nod if you like him better than me, McQueen, I won’t tell a soul.”
I don’t move because putting them both in a room, I guess I can honestly say that being with Reeve is more unnerving in the sense that Torin may have a weapon on his person and he’s ready to make me bleed with it.
“Since I heard he’s fucked you and I want to beat his ass for it. However, he’s my brother, so I can’t take it out on him wanting you when you’re fucking sex in tennis shoes.”
“I think you’re both fucking crazy and need to get your heads examined.”
“What was that, Wildfire?” Torin leans over our joined armrest, the smell of cedar and woods filling my nostrils and reminding me of the man behind me. Of how he kissed me as if he couldn’t get enough. That he wanted to do things to me that he’s dreamed about in his head. “The movie is loud, and I can’t hear your retorts.”
“Leave me alone,” I leer, hating how close these fucking seats are together. “I’m busy.”
“Meeting someone?”
“I hope not,” Reeve professes as if he could give a fuck. “These seats are taken.”
Leaning back into my chair, my spine hits the semi-hard padding and I stare straight ahead at the movie.
“How did you find me?” I ask to no one in particular, the thought springing to my head.
“What was that?” Torin asks when I notice Reeve quickly moving his hand around in the air, then stops when I catch him.
“What are you doing, signaling codes to each other?” I accuse with knitted brows.
“Wildfire—” My middle finger in his face cuts him off, and he leans back in his chair when I notice both of their fucking hands are still on me.
I inwardly groan, pushing a cheek out with my tongue, in contemplation that three can play that game. There’s obviously no fucking personal space between us, so…
Slithering both of my hands between their propped arms, I’m on both their dicks at the same time, hearing Reeve’s hiss and Torin’s immediate grip on mine as if I’m going to yank him out from his jeans.
“What are you doing?” Torin grounds out through, I’m sure, clenched teeth. His semi-hard cock springing to life when Reeve’s was already rock-solid and ready for me.
“Touching,” I reply flatly. “I just had your hand on me so why not the other way around?”
“You’re really?—”
“Shhhh…” I hiss softly, even though there’s barely anyone here on a Sunday during the day. “Enjoy the movie since you couldn’t resist coming in here.”
“All for a different reason, McQueen,” Reeve barely gets out, aiming for me to stroke him harder through his tight jeans when he arches his back a little.
I turn my head that’s resting at the back of my seat. “Always for me, right?”
He sucks in a breath and gives me a curt nod, mocking my actions and coiling his head to face me head-on. “You know I haven’t fucked anyone since I met you. That’s not me.”
My brain likes that idea. It shouldn’t, but it does.
“Really? And why would you do that?”
“You know why, McQueen. You don’t have to say it, but I know you’re just as curious about me as I am about you.” I feel Torin move, and I give him a light squeeze to stay put, because I haven’t heard the rest of what Reeve has to say. “And I think you just turned into my only kind of type.”
My lips lift on their own because this man will not stop with the truth. Something I haven’t been getting enough of lately.
“There’s that smile, baby,” he muses with one of his own, appearing closer before he’s bent over the armrest. “I like it there for me and only fucking me.”
“Is this the part where I’m supposed to turn into a puddle?”
“Nah, that’s apparently my job since you got your hand on my dick.” I don’t wait for him to close the rest of the distance because I do it on my own, clasping his lips between mine and dipping my tongue inside the heat of his mouth.
His hand that’s still lying on my thigh squeezes the flesh there, silently telling me that he likes what we’re doing. That I just took the incentive.
That I may just like him.
Sort of.
I knead Torin’s hard cock as I lapse my tongue against Reeve’s, staying in a steady rhythm between both boys and reveling in each part of it.
Pretty Boy within the palm of my hands, as well as Reeve, but kissing him just to see how close I can get to seeing him lose control.
My neck is exposed on the other side, giving Torin perfect access to place his lips there and make out with the column of my neck as Reeve and I devour each other in a dark theatre with my sister feet away.
I pry my mouth from Reeve’s, my responsible ass failing miserably at watching what I’m supposed to be here for and not acting exactly how I don’t want Ellie to.
“What’s wrong, McQueen?” Reeve whispers, bending closer to keep our mouths closer. “Your sister is fine.”
Reeve lifts the armrest that’s dividing our seats, still lip-locked with me, as my hand falls away from between his legs and deepens our kiss.
“He likes you, Wildfire,” Torin says under his breath. “Sticks up for you all the time.”
My fingers lace through his thick, sandy blond hair, hungry for me at the fueling of Torin’s words, and I don’t deny them. They only make sense with everything I’ve seen from him so far.
“How much do you like him?” My middle finger reintroduces itself to Torin’s face, but he only does what he does best and surprises me, sliding his lips down the single digit and sucking on it. I try to pull my hand free, but he only holds tightly to my wrist. “Did you forget about me already?”
He means his stiff cock resting still between my palm and fingers.
“Earn it, Pretty Boy,” I pant between Reeve’s kisses. The long and sensual way his lips glide and capture mine has my pussy clenching for relief and for him to slide his cock out and fuck me right here.
Slow your motherfuckin’ ass down, girl. We’re all staying clothed here.
“Thatta girl,” Reeve praises, rewarding me with a dart of his tongue gliding against mine as our exhales mix and become more labored. “Gotta keep our boy humble.”
I’m not even sure if that’s possible, to be honest, and he’s not our boy but his. I’m not adding myself to this equation to where we start giving each other names.
Pretty Boy.
Reevie.
Wildfire.
McQueen.
Wow.
“That’s not a problem,” Torin concedes as if I needed to know he has no problem working for his pleasure.
Long fingers wrap around my jaw, as Torin pries me from Reeve’s mouth, twisting it to his before his mouth collides softly with mine.
Again, the exact contrast of Reeve, although it’s normally Torin who’s the aggressive asshole, and Reeve the sweet one who can slip your panties off while he’s waltzing gracefully with your tongue.
Except the roles changed, keeping me on my toes once more as Torin takes a second helping of me.
I flatten my hand against Torin’s thick erection, rubbing his length up and down like we’re in high school and not wanting to get caught doing anything by a parent.
Torin answers me with a slip of his tongue, hinting that I’m on the right path when Reeve starts to fuck with the waistband of my leggings. Yanking the material down past my ass and to my knees where I clamp them closed from them going any farther.
“This restricts what I want, McQueen,” he taunts. “I promise we won’t get caught.”
“Pry her legs wide,” Torin orders, peeling my bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it down before it pops back to where it was.
Someone’s finger finds my heat, and I barely gasp before Torin captures it for himself. “Take over, Reeve. I gotta earn it.”
Torin’s digits brush underneath my chin before I can bark back a reply and I’m met with Reeve’s mouth again.
And, God, I love him kissing me.
My whole body is on fire with the way he owns the lust coursing through me and how easily my walls come down for him.
“Make that bastard come right in his tightey-whitey boxers. Then we can laugh about it later.”
My lips crack into a smirk, but it doesn’t last because Torin finds that genial spot that’s going to make me do the same exact thing. “I’d rather make you?—”
“Nah.” His mouth brushes mine. “The first time I come with you…” He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “Is when I’m very, very deep inside you.”
“And when do you think that’s going to be?”
“Soon.” He kisses me again. “I’ll be here to swallow all your moans and sounds. You make this fucker cream while I torture myself with this shit.”
I feel the side of Torin’s face rub against mine, the faint stubble lightly scratching my flesh. “Is he still talking?”
I nod before they both attack me at the same time. Reeve takes my mouth on another rollercoaster ride as Torin bites down on my earlobe and soothes it away with his soft lips.
They do it over and over again, each other at a different pace and Torin gets on his knees onto his seat so I can rub him through his jeans which isn’t going to do shit with so much fabric between us.
“Take your dick out,” I whisper in Torin’s ear. “I want to feel you.”
He doesn’t stop doing what he’s doing, running kisses and biting down my neck as he rubs at my clit.
“Dude’s deaf, baby,” Reeve mutters. “He doesn’t listen for shit.”
I yank on his shirt, getting him to pry his face from the column of my neck. “What?”
“Dick out, now .”
“I’m not baring my ass to the movie theatre?—”
“Like how my pussy is right now?” I whisper-yell back.
I see the faint lift of a smirk off his lips from the movie screen ahead before he begins working at those jeans, keeping them on while he whips out what I need.
“Better?”
I don’t answer him, sliding my palm around his ass to pull him closer, and that’s when I take what’s better in my mouth to shut his fucking up.
“ Fuck ,” he hisses, fingers mixing with my hair as he gives a slight pull on it. “Right in for the kill. I swear this is why I don’t trust you.”
I can’t help it, I fucking smile again against how fucking stupid he is. The shit that comes out of these boys’ mouths should be written down and sold.
“Her lips look pretty as fuck wrapped around it,” Reeve extolls, clearly unperturbed by the sight before him. “How does he taste, McQueen?”
Sliding from Torin’s shaft, I give Reeve exactly what he wants to know. My hand fists his shirt, pulling him closer as I slam my lips against his for yet another maniac kiss.
Using my saliva on Torin’s cock, I jerk him off while he shoves two fingers inside me, pumping into me in slow, torturous movements. The inside of my stomach coils into a tight bundle of desire, wanting more of both of them.
However, Reeve has made his intentions perfectly known, and I don’t like them.
“Reeve, join the fun,” I jeer, hoping my playfulness will get him to just break down and let me taste him.
“The first time she actually wants me,” he muses against my mouth, licking at my bottom lip before coming back for more.
It isn’t the first time I’ve wanted him.
Actually, the first time I fully allowed myself to be with my walls down was in that treehouse. It was just him and no one else. Just the two of us talking, smoking, and dancing. We spoke some more after a few more songs, one being the Macarena that he actually knew how to do it, urging me to perform the moves with him.
It was, honestly, one of the best nights of my life.
And this is becoming a close second because, I’m not sure what malfunctions in my brain, but I’m reaching for Reeve’s face. Cupping the side of it and looking at him like we’re madly in love or some shit.
“You’re not any less to me,” I tell him than save face with. “You’re equally as annoying.”
He smiles at me, not giving one solid fuck before kneeling back in his seat. “Then let me help that further.”
Reeve drops his to toy with my sensitive clit while Torin takes his time fucking me with his fingers.
Two powerful men on either side of me, both touching me and wanting me to break underneath their fingers.
“How long should we make her wait?” Torin asks Reeve as if I’m not here, looking down between him thrusting inside me and my stroking him off.
“How long can you last?” his buddy counters back.
“I’ve wanted to fuck her again for a week, so…not long.”
“Was she tight?”
Torin growls his approval. “She strangled me. Absolute perfection.”
“You wrap up?”
“Yeah.” He thrusts himself into my hand. “We weren’t well-acquainted yet.”
Reeve reaches and plays with a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger as he quickens his movements along my sensitive bunch of nerves. “I’m going to fuck her raw so I can feel every way she clenches and squeezes me. Every time I see her, I swear to God, I want to blow my load.”
“Reeve—”
“Shhh…McQueen,” he replies through my moany little plea. “Save my name for later when I get you one day. Unless you’re gonna come right now, then you’re more than welcome to say my name.”
“Squeeze harder,” Torin commands. “I’m almost there, baby.”
“Do you need me to lick this clit?” Reeve inquires under his breath. “Or are you going to join my boy when he busts his load all over your pretty hand?”
“Fuck, she’s beautiful when she’s about to come, isn’t she?” Torin mauls over. “It’s those fucking blue eyes.”
“It’s the broken breaths. The way she’s trying to slow her body down, but we just won’t let her.”
“Torin,” I pant, sweat forming at my forehead. “Deeper.”
“See what I fucking mean?” Torin leers as if he’s mad, but he only follows my instruction, filling me as far as he can go just to almost draw out and back in. “She’s insatiable and addicting.”
“I could play with this pretty clit all day. Suck on it while you finger fuck her again before the movie’s over.”
“I think I’m going to fuck her again,” Torin decides. “After she creams all over my fingers, she’ll already be soaked for me. It’s only going to get me to nut again and—” I gasp from the sudden hold my orgasm takes on me and that’s the moment Reeve decides to take it.
He kisses me as I crash, my body convulsing wave after wave of impenetrable pleasure when I feel the hot liquid of Torin’s cum stick in my palm as he rides out his own release.
Reeve’s tongue dances with mine, firm but tender, when I fall into an overfilled heap in my chair. My surfer boy craving to ride each and every sway and ripple of my absolution.
He pulls from me then, to my utter dismay, ripping his shirt over his head to expose his flat torso and rigid abs.
Tossing it to Torin, he Eskimo-kisses me with his nose. “Feelin’ pretty good, McQueen? Need me to carry you outta here?”
I hum because the idea sounds amazing, but in reality, isn’t possible. “You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”
“I would,” he says without hesitation as Torin gently cleans me up.
I look over to him. “You don’t?—”
“I’m not going to leave you a mess in the middle of a movie unless it’s at our house. We’ll have men sniffing around in heat over you.”
My nose wrinkles at the disgusting analogy. “Are you serious?”
“Dead.”
Reeve chuckles. “Yeah, that’s gonna be a no-go. Plus, I can use my shirt now to jack off to tonight.”
God…
“Did you really have to say that in front of me?” Torin rebuffs.
“What?” Reeve shrugs his shoulders. “We just did all that other shit with you.”
“That was in the moment and I didn’t have to think of your cum.”
I lightly pound on Torin’s shoulder with a closed fist. “But you’ll think of mine? That was teamwork, Pretty Boy.”
“Dude’s half-ass backward, McQueen.” Reeve presses a chaste kiss to my cheek. “I’ll miss you. Save me a smile, baby.”
Torin helps slide my leggings back up my thighs with precision, super focused on it before he’s ripping me out of my chair and into his chest. His arms envelop possessively around my waist and bend forward over my face.
“See you around, Wildfire,” he imparts, his palm sliding right above my ass. “Be a good girl and?—”
“Stay out of The Landings,” I drone with a roll of my eyes. “Yeah.”
“I mean it,” he grounds out. “Stay out. ”
“Doesn’t my pussy come with special privileges, or—” Reeve slaps my ass, getting a small gasp to escape my throat as Torin rubs it away.
Or uses the opportunity to touch it, you choose.
“Not when it comes to you traipsing in The Landings,” Torin replies. He bends over, giving me an innocent kiss before he and Reeve amble down the darken rows.
This isn’t going to end well.
I need to get ahold of my physical state and get it to link up with my brain. Reeve may be genuine, but Torin…I don’t believe he’s not out to snatch my whole damn soul.