CHAPTER SEVENTEEN #2
They fall into a rhythm, thrusting slowly in unison, and every nerve ending is driving me toward a release. Opening my eyes, I see Clay and Ares have moved closer. Clay slides his hand between Vero and me, rubbing my clit while Ares watches.
“Look at how fucking beautiful you are,” Ares growls, and I almost melt into a puddle. “You take their cocks so well, you were made to fit between them.”
The combination of my men, being full, Clay’s finger on my clit, and Ares’s voice sends me over the edge. My body convulses in rhythmic waves, making Vero choke out a curse as he comes with me.
Once my pussy stops clenching, Rawley eases himself from my ass and steps back, pulling me off Vero’s cock to hand me over to Clay, who holds me tight.
“On your knees,” Brawley snaps at Vero, who instantly drops to the ground. Brawley slides the condom off and puts it in his pocket, then stands in front of Vero.
Clay’s fingers find my pussy, and he plays with the mess left behind by Vero.
Brawley wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it, while Vero smiles up at him and opens his mouth.
“I love how needy you are for me. Show our girl how much you love my cum,” Brawley growls as white spurts of cum hit Vero’s lips and face, which he licks up the best he can.
When Brawley finishes, Clay pushes his fingers inside me, hooking them and rubbing my sensitive G-spot.
My body shudders as I watch Brawley use his thumb to scoop cum from Vero’s face and turn to me.
He brings it to my lips, and I open my mouth and suck on it as my second orgasm—while not as intense—rips through me. Then I slump back into Clay’s arms.
When I finally feel that my legs are able to hold me up, Clay lets me go, and I shimmy my dress back down over my ass.
“You’re not done yet,” he says. “So I hope you still have some running left in you.”
I don’t, but I would never admit that to him. To the others, yes, but Clay brings out my competitive nature.
His hand wraps around my hair and pulls my head back so I’m looking up at him. “Because I am yet to claim what’s mine.” Then Clay brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean.
I am ripped from Clay’s arms by Ares as Brawley lands a punch right on his jaw. Clay stumbles backward, laughing.
“You don’t get to taste them together,” Brawley snarls.
“You’d better run,” Ares whispers in my ear. “Clay will be right behind you.”
I take the fire escape down the side of the building, one that Ares has guided me to. Then I set off at a run—well, it’s more of a stumble, but it will do.
Red mist floats above the ground, and I cut through the island, knowing they will be close behind. This time I hope they are, because my legs will not go much further. I need Clay to hunt me. And though I hear them around me, instinct keeps me running.
Before I realize where I am, the cemetery gate is in front of me, and I slow down. I push it open with trembling hands, the red mist swirling around my ankles. I won’t let this place get the better of me.
I walk in and see the graves.
My mind takes me back—the dirt, I can smell the dirt.
He’s gone. He will never hurt me again.
I won’t let him win. Breathing deeply, I compose myself, and when the gate creaks, I don’t run.
This is where it all began, and this is where it will end.
I turn to face them. “I’m not scared,” I tell them.
Clay reaches me first, his hand going straight to my hair. “Good, because this place is ours.”
His mouth is on mine, and they all surround me, all four touching me. Clay swipes my legs out from under me, and I fall to the ground. He comes with me, his body over mine and his mouth on my neck.
I unclip his vest, and he pulls back, ripping it off, along with his shirt. As I run my hands down his chest, he makes a noise low in his throat, then flips me over, so my face meets freshly turned earth.
Clay leans over me and bites down on my shoulder, pushing my dress up. His belt clicks open, and not a moment later his cock slides inside me—Clay doesn’t go easy on me. “He can’t take this from you, Kayla. You are so fucking strong.”
My nails dig into the dirt as Clay tells me over and over that I am his. That I’ve fought to be loved the way I need and on my terms.
The smell of the dirt fades away as Ares comes and sits in front of me.
He takes my face in his hands, his glow mask now gone, and he stares into my eyes.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says as Clay thrusts deep inside me, his hands fixed on my hips, pulling me back onto his cock.
He is brutal and doesn’t let up.
Ares’s thumb slides between my lips and I suck it into my mouth, not breaking eye contact with him.
My third orgasm of the night shoots through my body, and Ares pulls his thumb out as my top half slumps into his lap. Spurts of liquid hit my back on top of my dress, and Clay rubs his cum into the fabric.
Ares pulls me into his lap, his jeans already undone. He frees his cock and guides me down—it’s a perfect fit. Gripping my hips, he helps my now spent body find a rhythm. My knees push into the dirt beneath me as he fucks me on the grave, our bodies connected and as close as two people can get.
“You’re it for me, my one shot at redemption,” he whispers.
We come together, and Ares wraps his arms tight around me. He doesn’t make me move, letting me process everything in my own time.
I took back control.
I’m no longer scared.
As I look up at the sky, I think about the girl I used to be, one who was scared to do anything just in case it was the wrong move.
She became a woman who protected herself with a layer of armor so thick she didn’t think it was possible for anything or anyone to break it.
Yet here I am, with four men who smashed their way through it, who have done nothing but build me up.
I have to laugh, because for a brief moment, I was that girl again.
But these men have taught me that this is my home, and I belong here beside them.
They may be dressed in red flags, but they wear them proudly for the world to see.
They refuse to hide who they are—well, besides Ares, but he has shown me his flags, and that’s all that matters.
I will collect them all and happily display them because those men are now mine, and you will have to pry them out of my cold, dead hands.
They are mine, and no one is taking anything from me again.
Out of the darkness, which has previously been silent, a lyrical refrain drifts on the wind.
“I am a word with no teeth. Lovers use me, monsters too. The lonely crave me and the hunted fear me.”
Turning my head, I spot Cave walking along the fence line, and a body is slumped over his shoulder.
Who is ready for Cave’s story? I promise he isn’t as bad as Vero makes him out to be. Unless you step into the cornfield when he doesn’t want you there.