Chapter 45 Willow
WILLOW
It turns out that what Ransom has in mind is margaritas.
The city we crossed over into is called Nuevo Laredo, and Victor guides us to a neighborhood in the far west part of the city, a place he’s scoped out during all of his research over the past several days.
Malice pays a guy in cash to rent a small house for a few days, and although it’s nothing fancy, there are flowers blooming on a trellis outside, and the inside is considerably roomier than the RV was.
We get groceries from a little shop up the street, stocking up on food and tequila, and it feels almost… normal.
Back at the house, Vic digs into the fresh ingredients he bought at the store to make us all dinner, presiding over the kitchen with a spatula in his hand and threatening to smack Ransom with it every time his brother gets close enough to try to steal something from the pan.
Eventually, Ransom learns his lesson and retreats to make margaritas, juicing limes and muddling fruit, then mixing it with tequila and triple sec.
The food is incredible, better than anything I’ve eaten since before the aborted wedding that they stole me away from, and the margarita is sweet and refreshing.
Even though Malice cuts us all off after one drink, insisting we need to stay sharp, just in case, the slight buzz of the booze in my system is enough to make me pleasantly relaxed.
After dinner, Ransom and I step out onto the tiny back patio behind the house, listening to the distant sounds of the city. Someone on the next block is playing music, and the melodic notes make it all the way to our little backyard oasis, filling the air with their quiet sound.
When Ransom notices me bobbing my head along to the music, he pulls me into his arms, swaying his hips against mine.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I tell him, shaking my head.
“That’s not true. I saw you at Sin and Salvation,” he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling the lobe. “I fucking know you can move.”
I grin, letting him slip his muscled leg between my thighs as he presses me closer against him, his hand splayed over my lower back.
The warmth of being pleasantly tipsy trickles through me…
or maybe it’s not even that. Maybe it’s just the happiness and relief that we made it out of the country and into Mexico in one piece.
I know there’s more to figure out, and we can’t stay here forever. For one thing, the money will run out before too long, and if the guys have to rob some place again, there’s more risk of them getting caught.
We need to come up with a better long-term plan to keep Olivia off our asses, but that can wait for another day.
For right now, tonight, I’m happy.
Malice ducks out of the house as we dance, tall and imposing, dressed in dark jeans and a t-shirt that shows off the tattoos on his arms. He’s removed the jacket and the makeup that covered them up earlier, and all the men have taken out their colored contact lenses as well.
He looks different with the scruff that covers his jaw, but still as brutally gorgeous as ever.
He strides toward us, and when Ransom takes my hand and spins me around, Malice steps closer, resting one hand on my hip as he sandwiches me between him and his brother.
I can feel the strength and heat of them as a new song starts up in the distance, and I let my head fall back against Ransom’s chest, my eyelids drooping a little as I move my hips sensually, lost in the feel of it.
A few female voices catch my attention, and I glance at the street, I can see a group of women passing the house. They eye Malice and Ransom with interest over the low wall that borders the backyard and then look at me between them, envy flashing across their faces.
I just smile and keep dancing.
They should be jealous.
I have three gorgeous men who care about me, and that’s an incredible feeling.
Somehow, the Voronin brothers all want me. They want me enough to leave everything else behind, and although I once tried to protect them by leaving them, I’m starting to believe that our future together could be bright. That it could be something incredible.
The women continue on by, disappearing down the alley, but I still feel eyes on me, so I turn my head the other way. Vic has come outside too, and he’s leaning against the side of the house near the door, watching us intently.
It feels different than it used to, when he would watch because he thought that was as close as he could get. Now, it feels like he’s watching just because he wants to. Because he likes what he sees.
I meet his eyes, and a spark of electricity arcs between us. I have a feeling that if I keep dancing with Malice and Ransom, it won’t take long for Vic to move closer and maybe even join us.
But I can still feel the heat of that spark in my blood, mixing with the incredible feeling of being surrounded by his two brothers, and the truth is, I want to do more than just dance with the three of them.
So I move before Vic can, stepping out from between Malice and Ransom. I shoot a single glance at them over my shoulder, then walk into the house without a word.
Even without looking back again, I can tell they’re all following me, and something about that realization makes my heart beat faster. I’m finally starting to accept how deeply and truly these men are mine. That they would follow me anywhere.
The house has a separate living room and kitchen, which feels like a luxury after all that time in the RV. I step into the brightly furnished living room and then stop and turn around. Malice, Ransom, and Victor stop too, their expressions heated and intense as they gaze at me.
I took the initiative by coming inside, and I take it again now, moving closer to kiss each one of them. I start with Vic and end with Ransom, lingering just a little between each kiss. That clicks the tension building between all of us up a notch, and their focus on me is laser precise.
“No more dancing, angel?” Ransom asks as our kiss breaks, his voice husky. “What do you want to do instead?”
Instead of answering him, I just show him, dropping to my knees in front of him. He sucks in a breath and looks down at me with hooded blue-green eyes.
I tug open his button and fly, then work his pants and boxer briefs down enough to free his cock. He’s already hardening, and his shaft is a warm weight in my hand. I trail my fingers over the piercings and slide my thumb over the head, enjoying the soft groan that spills from Ransom’s mouth.
Then I take up exploring him with my own mouth. I lick up the underside of his cock, taking my time allowing my saliva to coat his shaft. I play with each little ball of his piercings, feeling the differences between where he’s pierced and where he isn’t.
“Fuck,” Ransom groans. “You drive me crazy.”
“That’s the idea.”
I smirk a little and keep it up, easing my mouth over the head of his cock and sucking shallowly, flicking the tip of my tongue right over his slit.
When he’s breathing harder, I pull back, licking my lips. The other two have moved in closer, which makes this easier. I turn to Malice next and get his pants open as well.
His tattooed shaft is a familiar thickness, already hard when I pull it out. He’s not as content as Ransom to just let me do my thing though, and he threads his fingers into my hair immediately, fisting the strands as I start sucking his cock too.
“Shit,” he hisses. “Take it, Solnyshka. Swallow me down. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
His hips buck forward, making my eyes water a bit, but I relax my jaw and let him have what he wants. He uses his grip on my hair to keep me in place and starts moving, fucking my mouth with deep thrusts that hit the back of my throat.
I moan around him, looking up at him through my lashes, and the possessive desire darkening his expression makes my clit throb. I slide my tongue over the smooth underside of his cock, swallowing around him when he stills for a moment with his cock buried deep.
His muscles are hard as steel beneath my hands when I press against his thighs, and he releases his hold on my hair, letting me pull back.
A thin line of saliva connects my lips to his cock as he slides out of my mouth, and I draw in a deep lungful of air before licking my lips and turning to Victor.
Of the three of them, he’s the most tense. His fingers are already tapping at his thighs, and I count the rhythm in my head. One, two, three, four, five, six…
Instead of just taking what I want, I pause, waiting to see if he’ll let me.
Something flickers in his eyes, but then he nods, letting out a breath as his shoulders relax a little.
My heart leaps, and I shuffle closer to him on my knees, carefully drawing him out of his pants.
As apprehensive as he seemed, he’s also obviously turned on, the large vein along his shaft throbbing.
As soon as I touch him, his cock starts leaking precum, and I groan and lick it up, savoring the salty tang.
“You taste good,” I tell him softly. “I wanted a taste so bad when you were marking me with your cum. I wanted it on my tongue, not just my skin.”
Vic lets out a shuddering breath, his hips stuttering forward.
“Pretty,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”
His cock pulses warningly as I wrap my lips around him, and I only bob my head a couple of times, not wanting to overwhelm him too much yet.
I move back to Ransom then, setting a rhythm of my own. Heaving breaths and low grunts fill the room as I alternate between the three of them, going back and forth, my mouth and jaw adjusting to their different sizes.
Vic comes first, unable to hold back, his hands gripping my head as his hips jerk toward me. He gives me exactly what I told him I wanted, filling my mouth with his cum, and I swallow it greedily, some part of me still not quite believing that this is real. That I can really have him like this.