Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
The sound of the door opening and closing had my pussy tightening around Colton’s cock. He grunted as he hammered into me from behind, Cody laying on the bed, after losing the coin toss to who could fuck me over my old marital bed.
Colton was holding onto my hips so tight, I didn’t think he’d last until Paul headed down this way to the bedroom. I heard the tell-tale click clack of heels and I moaned as Colton deepened his thrust.
“Fuck!” I cried out as my pussy clenched around him. Paul opened the bedroom door, his eyes widening immediately followed by Carissa standing behind him, her jaw slack as well.
“What the fuck is this?” Paul demanded to know.
“Colt, Cody!” Carissa screamed. “What the fuck?”
“Not long now,” Cody said, with a smirk. “Colton’s about to unload in our woman’s pussy. Then we can answer your questions.”
Fuck me. I cried out, my pussy clenching again around Colton before he roared into me, filling me with his cum.
“Whore!” Paul seethed. Cody was off the bed in record time, his hand going to my now ex-husband’s throat and cutting off the circulation.
“I’d be real fucking careful how you speak to my woman.”
“Cody!” Carissa screamed, trying to pry his hand from Paul’s throat as he struggled to breathe. “What the hell?”
“Shut up,” he ground out. “Get the fuck away from here, or I’ll put you down too.”
“I’m your sister!”
“You’re a cunt is what you are,” Colton said, as he slipped from me, and helped to pull my panties back up. They had a thing with keeping me full of their cum. It made for awkward walking, but I was getting used to it.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be on our way in a few minutes,” Cody said, throwing Paul back against the wall. “We just needed to grab some of Stevie’s clothes.”
“She’s my wife…”
Carissa looked hurt, and for the first time, I saw that she actually did like him. Maybe it hadn’t been just to attack me, but she’d fallen for him over the years.
“Not anymore,” Cody said, pulling my rings he’d retrieved from under the bed, out of his pocket and throwing them on the floorboards.
He lifted his foot up and slammed his boot down onto them, shattering them to pieces.
“Now, if you knew what was good for you, you’d fuck off and let us leave with our woman. ”
“Our?” Carissa gasped. “You’re sharing her? That’s disgusting.”
Cody ignored her and moved to grab the bag I’d already filled with clothing, and waited for Colton to pull his jeans up.
“Stevie…”
Paul’s pathetic whiny voice used to make me feel bad for him, which often led me to suck his dick to make him feel better, but now I knew the difference. He’d made me feel guilty so I did things for him.
Not like Cody and Colt. They treated me like a princess, like their goddess they wanted to worship for all our lives. They are who I want.
I grabbed Colton’s hand and moved over to where Cody stood at the door to the bedroom. “Paul…I want a divorce.”
The look of horror on his face as he tried to find words, his hand still touching the red from where Cody squeezed too hard.
“He’s all yours,” I said to Carissa. “Good luck.”
Cody and Colton laughed behind me as I led them out of my old apartment and down to the elevator well. Carissa and Paul didn’t follow, but I could hear him yelling at her to get away, that this was all her fault, and it made me sick.
He was a piece of shit.
But she was no better.
Karma really was a bitch.
Colton put me on the back of his bike, while Cody strapped my bag to the back of his, next to his saddle bag.
As they explained to me, they were nomads now. The road was ours. I couldn’t fucking wait.
The thrum of the motorcycles filled my heart with joy as we took off, out of the city, and toward the road outta here, to wherever the fuck we wanted to go.
My biker boys and me…just like it was always meant to be.