Chapter Twenty Eight
Victoria
I hovered just out of sight at the top of the stairs while Az held my arm, ready to pull me back if I decided to move down them. He didn't let me go until we were both certain Tiffany was gone. As hurt as I was that the woman who had been my best friend my entire life had betrayed me, I was more worried about Leighton's reaction to his parents. It had taken every scrap of my self-control not to claw Cicely's eyes out as she sat on the sofa across from us.
"I wouldn't." Az said softly as I moved toward the stairs. "Leighton isn't going to be in a good place right now. He works his shit out best through violence."
"I appreciate the warning, but I need to do this." I replied. "From the sounds of it, Joey is with him, so I'll be alright. He won't let Leighton cross any lines."
Az studied me for a moment before pressing his lips together and giving me a tight nod. I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a quick hug before turning and making my way down the stairs. Rich was still in the dining room, but his back was to me as I slipped past him and moved down the long hallway at the front of the house. My eyes moved to the door that led to the basement as I made my way toward the guys' home gym, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine Cicely chained there the way the man Joey had interrogated had been. I clenched my jaw against the shiver of excitement that tickled my spine at the thought and forced myself to continue toward the gym.
Leighton and Joey were locked in a brutal dance on the mats in the center of the room. I stood just inside the gym, momentarily enraptured by the beauty of the violence playing out before me. Their lithe forms moved with a kind of grace that I'd only seen in ballet. Joey's eyes landed on me just as Leighton rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Joey's waist, taking them both down to the mat.
"I'm out," Joey said, tapping Leighton's shoulder.
Leighton muttered something I didn't catch before releasing his hold on Joey and sitting back on his heels. Following Joey's gaze, his eyes found me, and his face split into a breathtaking, feral smile. He helped Joey sit up and leaned forward to whisper something in his ear that had Joey's eyes darkening as he gave me a similar smile.
"I think I just had a better idea on how to work my shit out." Leighton said darkly, his eyes raking over me.
"Yes," I breathed, not sure exactly what I was agreeing to as a shiver of need tore through me.
Leighton stood up and offered Joey a hand up. Once they were both on their feet, they were moving toward me. I had the distinct impression of watching two predators advancing on their prey as they moved.
"We have an idea, Pet." Joey said, his voice pitched low and taking on the growling tone I'd come to recognize.
"What did you have in mind, Alpha?" My voice was breathy as I batted my lashes at him.
Leighton choked on a laugh before shaking his head and bumping Joey with his shoulder. "Yeah, Alpha , what are we going to do with la petit démone? " His voice dropped to match Joey's tone as he spoke.
Joey reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, causing me to shiver. "I think we should play a game. What do you think, Pet? Would you like it if we hunted you down and worked out Leighton's issues ?"
I nodded vigorously in consent, my words trapped in my throat.
Joey clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at me. "Now, now, Pet. You know the rules, you have to use your words."
I cleared my throat, trying to get myself to make some kind of sound. "Yes, I… Yes, please ."
"Listen to that… She says please so sweetly." Leighton chuckled as he moved toward a row of cabinets on the wall. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he pulled them open and grabbed a hunting knife before opening a small drawer and producing two condoms. I squeaked out a laugh, causing him to look at me over his shoulder.
"What's so funny, ma petit? " he asked.
"You just… you have them stashed everywhere ."
"I like to be prepared." He replied, turning to move back toward me and Joey.
Joey held up a hand to him to stop, "Not that one," he tilted his head toward the hunting knife. "She's not ready for the full extent of your brand of play, L. The blade needs to be dull."
Leighton squinted at him for a moment as if he were turning the words over in his head. With a shrug, he turned around, placed the hunting knife back in the cabinet, and grabbed a smaller, ivory-handled blade.
"Where should we do this?" Leighton mused as he moved toward us again.
Joey rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "We have the orchard Rich bought for Ma. It's not far, and nobody knows it even exists, so we'd be able to safely play there."
"Perfect, let's go." Leighton grinned, snagging my hand and pulling me behind him as he headed from the gym.
Before I knew what was happening, we were loaded into a small sedan. I almost laughed at how easy it had been for the pair of them to get me out of the house and on the road without any of the others realizing. I was quickly brought back to the moment as we drove toward the outskirts of town by Joey's voice.
"Do you remember your safe words, Pet?" he asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
"Yes. Yellow for slow down, red for stop."
"Why is it always the stoplight method?" Leighton mused. "Why is it never a word like pumpernickel that's not used in normal conversation?"
"Because who is going to remember that in the heat of the moment? The stoplight is short and easy to remember." Joey answered.
"Okay, but it's so common . Like if I said I love that red on her, everything would stop because of a compliment. Nobody is gonna be confused if you yell out pumpernickel."
"I seriously doubt anyone mistakes that for safe word use. Normally, they're said on their own when they're being used…" Joey considered for a moment. "I've never had anyone safe word ever while using it in a sentence."
"Whatever man, my points are valid, but fine we'll use the damned stoplights." Leighton pouted. "It's not my fault your kinks are too tame to toe the line of needing a damned safe word anyway."
Joey shook his head and returned his focus to the road. We'd driven maybe ten minutes before we were turning off the main roads onto a gravel path that led deep into a grove of apple trees.
"We're here." Joey smiled as he eased the car to a stop.
The guys got out of the car almost simultaneously, and as Joey came around the front of the car, Leighton handed him a small foil packet containing a condom before he pulled open my door. I scrambled out of the car to find myself backed into it once Leighton shut the door behind me.
"Do you trust me, Pet?" Joey asked as his hand slid across my hip.
"You know I do," I whispered.
"Good girl," he crooned. "What do you do if you need to use one of your words?"
"Yell loud enough that you can hear them." I breathed out, my heart was already pounding in my chest hard enough that I could feel it through my whole body.
Leighton's hand slid across my other hip, pulling my attention to him. "We'll give you a head start, ma petit . Get as far as you can, so the game can last."
"Count of three," Joey said, pulling me off the car and positioning me in front of them. "Three…" he whispered in my ear.
"Two…" Leighton said, in the other. There was a long pause that had me shuddering, waiting.
" Run ." I heard their voices bite out simultaneously.
I tore away from them, the tightly packed dirt giving slightly under my feet. My head swiveled from side to side as I searched for anywhere I could hide among the tidy rows of trees. Realizing that there wouldn't be anywhere to take sanctuary from my guys, I began to zig-zag through the orchard, hoping to slow them down with my erratic movements.
My heart pounded in my chest, and my breaths soon became shallow pants as a small trill of fear heightened all my senses. They'd promised me a head start, but they hadn't told me how much of one I'd get, and it only served to drive my anticipation higher. I risked a glance over my shoulder to see if they'd begun their hunt, only to find more empty rows of apple trees.
Laughter rang out in the empty orchard from somewhere behind me, and I picked up my pace. There was a sinister edge to the sound that made my core clench and wetness pool between my thighs. A sound similar to a crow cawing echoed to my left, startling me and causing me to zig to the right.
The quiet peace of the orchard was broken suddenly by the sounds of mimicked bird calls. Leighton and Joey had found a way to communicate without speaking as they hunted me, and I soon found my footsteps slowing as they closed in. Sweat trickled between my breasts, and my chest heaved as I worked to catch my breath. I couldn't see them, but I could hear them getting closer as my eyes searched for a way out.
"I'm coming for you ma petit ." Leighton's voice rang out somewhere behind me, urging me into motion once again.
"You're gonna have to move faster than that if you want to stand a chance, Pet." Joey's gravelly tone echoed from my right.
I shifted to the left, weaving through the trees as they resumed making bird calls around me. It was like they were everywhere and nowhere all at once as they managed to keep themselves hidden and moving around me unseen. My eyes landed on a weathered shed in the distance, and I gulped down air, picking up my speed as I raced toward the possibility of sanctuary. I was so focused on my new goal that I didn't catch the movement in the row of trees to my left.
Arms snaked around my waist, throwing me off balance as they brought me to an abrupt halt. "Got ya," Leighton crooned in my ear, his breath against my skin sending shivers down my spine.
He turned me to face him, and I caught sight of Joey stalking toward us through the wide space between the rows. My breath caught in my throat, and I squeezed my thighs together against the rush of need that washed over me at his expression. Leighton's lips quirked up in a smile, and he backed me into the shed I'd thought would be my safe haven before pulling his knife from his pocket.
The dull blade kissed my throat before he trailed it down toward my breasts. Leighton licked his lips and dipped it just below my collar, his breathing growing heavy. The sound of fabric ripping tore through the orchard as he jerked the dull blade through the center of my shirt.
"Fuck," he groaned, pressing his hips forward so that his erection pressed against my thigh through the material of our jeans. "What I would give to see you bleed."
Joey made a low warning sound in his throat. "No, L. She's not there, so you're going to have to play nice ."
Leighton growled like a feral animal but nodded in assent. Still holding the knife in his hand, he grabbed the ragged edges it had left of my shirt and pulled them apart, ripping it open. The cool fall air tickled my skin, and my entire body trembled.
"Please," I pleaded.
Leighton smiled and dipped his blade between my chest and bra, jerking it through the material so hard it pulled me slightly forward as my breasts fell free. Without a word, he tossed the blade aside and leaned down, wrapping his lips around my nipple. My head tilted back against the shed, and I let out a soft mewl. A rough hand on my other breast drew my attention to Joey as he edged his way in next to Leighton.
"Get her on the ground." He barked out.
Leighton released my nipple and stepped back. His hands trailed down my waist and legs until he was kneeling in front of me, gripping my ankles. With one hard tug, he pulled my feet out from under me, and I was falling. Joey reached out and eased my body to the ground, shooting Leighton an angry look as he did.
"I said, play nice L." Joey growled.
"This is me being nice." Leighton snapped back, moving his hands to the waistband of my jeans. " Ma petit can handle it."
"We don't want to break our toys before we even start playing with them." Joey said protectively.
Leighton bared his teeth at Joey, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper before he snatched them down my legs along with my panties. He left them tangled just above my knee and shifted me roughly to my stomach.
"On your knees, ma petit. " He bit out.
I scrambled to get my hands and knees under me and comply. Leighton's fingers tangled in my hair and pulled my head back sharply as if I were moving too slowly for him. The violence of the action caused my core to clench, and I whimpered.
"Do that again; she's got the prettiest whimpers," Joey growled as he came to his knees in front of me.
Leighton tugged my hair again, leaning over my back and bringing his lips close to my ear. "Tell me how much you like it when I hurt you, ma petit, " he commanded.
I whimpered again, mewling in response. Leighton yanked back on my hair harder.
" Words , ma petit ." He snapped.
"Yes! I like it. More, please …" I barely choked out, forcing myself to use actual words.
I felt the heat of Leighton's body move away from my back and the sudden intrusion of two fingers being stuffed into my aching core. I arched into his hand, crying out.
"I think that can be arranged." Leighton snarled, a feral edge to his words. "I think we should make you choke on Joey's cock while I take what I want from you."
A gush of wetness accompanied his words, and he chuckled darkly. His hand was still tangled in my hair, and my head was pulled back so far it was just shy of painful, but I didn't miss the way Joey's face held evidence of a silent conversation between the two. Leighton's fingers continued to thrust in and out of my aching core as Joey undid his zipper at a torturously slow pace.
Nonsensical pleas fell from my lips along with my wanton moans. I lifted my hands from the ground, letting the hold Leighton had on my hair keep me upright, and reached for Joey. He freed his thick cock and chuckled.
"So needy, Pet." He cooed, shifting close enough for me to stick out my tongue and lick his tip.
"Open your mouth." Leighton said gruffly.
I complied and felt him shift me forward, the ground pulling at my pants still tangled around my knees, before shoving my head forward. I gagged slightly as Leighton pressed my head until Joey's length hit the back of my throat, and my nose smashed against his abdomen. The sound that Joey made was guttural, and I clenched around Leighton's fingers in response. Leighton held me there until my body craved air, and my eyes began to water.
He pulled my head back at the same time he removed his fingers from my aching sex. "Suck." The word was a command, not a request.
I compiled without question, swirling my tongue around Joey and hollowing my cheeks in an attempt to make up for my inability to move my head with the hold Leighton had on my hair. Joey groaned, and I heard the sound of foil ripping behind me, the ache in my core causing my eyes to flutter closed.
"Eyes on me, Pet." Joey barked.
My eyes snapped open, and I looked up at him through my lashes just as Leighton lined himself up with my dripping sex and thrust himself into the hilt. He shoved my head forward with the motion, causing me to gag again as I fought to swallow Joey down.
"That's right, ma petit. Choke. " Leighton snarled.
"Hands down." Joey commanded, and I complied immediately, supporting myself on my hands again.
I immediately felt some of the pressure release from my hair. The relief was short-lived in the shift before my head was jerked back again. Joey pulled my head back this time as he started to slowly move himself in and out at the pace he wanted. Behind me, I felt rough hands on my hips, gripping hard enough that I was sure there would be fingerprint bruises as marked reminders. Leighton held me still as he began to move.
My head swam a bit at the overwhelming sense of being fully taken over. I moaned around Joey's length in my mouth, working to swallow him as he picked up the pace. Leighton grunted behind me, digging his nails into the sensitive skin. The sharp bite of teeth in the flesh on my side made me cry out or try to. The motion in my mouth pushed Joey into my throat and caused him to moan loudly.
The boys ramped up their pace almost in time with each other as they used me to chase down their release. The delicious coil of tension started to tighten in my spine as I arched my back, my eyes fluttering. I was helpless in their hands, completely at their mercy, as they drove me toward the edge. I clenched around Leighton as he pistoned into me. Joey moaned loudly, yanking my hair harder.
"Break for us, ma petit. " Leighton snarled, thrusting himself impossibly deeper and hitting that place inside me that drove me to near insanity. "She's so fucking close. Break. "
"Don't hold back, Pet. We want to see you shatter." Joey growled, his grip in my hair tightening.
My entire body tensed, my lids fell closed of their own volition, and fireworks exploded behind my lids. A scream ripped from my throat around Joey's cock, and I felt both of my men's movements stutter. The orgasm tore me open, stealing my senses and bringing me to the brink of oblivion. I barely registered Joey and Leighton's grunts as they reached their own release, Joey spilling down my throat as my entire body went lax.
I felt myself eased gently to the ground as they pulled free and released me. One of them stroked my cheek softly as I lay there with my eyes closed, working to catch my breath.
"Fuck," Leighton groaned. "I didn't mean to actually break her."
Joey chuckled as I mumbled nonsense in my attempt to respond.
"You still in there, Pet?" Joey asked, turning my head to look at him.
"Mmmm," was all I was able to get out.
I felt the gentle tug of my panties and jeans being pulled back into place, and then my body lifted from the ground as Joey pulled me to his bare chest.
"When…" I managed.
"Shh, Pet. I got you." He replied, carefully pulling his shirt over my head.
I felt Leighton's hands join Joey's as they worked in tandem to get me into Joey's shirt. It felt like a tight hug the way it squeezed my larger body.
"Let's get you home."