Chapter 7 #3
My eyes burn a hole in Alexei’s skin, drawing his attention to me.
“Poor thing,” I tell him. “You had to play with corpses and let Jack touch you. It can’t have been a pleasant day for you, especially since it started out at Prescott High.
If corpses are near the top of the eww, germs list, then the school is one level above that.
” I let my lazy lips spread into a warm smile to show that I’m being genuine. No sarcasm there.
“You’re far too empathetic, my love.” Alexei picks up the silk pants and makes this ridiculous show of dragging them up his strong legs and then letting the waistband catch on his cock.
He uses a gloved hand to adjust himself, tucking his erection under the fabric as my smile quickly drops from my face.
“I may not like it. In fact, I may hate it. But if crawling through a vat of rotten meat and maggots would ensure your safety and prosperity, then it would be an easy decision to make.”
“And that explains why you so easily agreed to the haircut? Don’t lie.
You just wanted to look cute for me.” I tilt my head to the side, sharing a companionable look with Bohnes where we both agree that Alexei is romantic but very, very dense.
Did he not see me lose my smile just now?
He’s in trouble. “Why did you think it was okay to cover up your dick, Marie? That’s my dick, and I want to see it. Drop your drawers, sir.”
“There’s absolutely no need to wear clothes to bed when all we’re going to do is fuck,” Bohnes agrees, turning from me to Alexei. “I would imagine that we’re both in agreement that Scarlett is also in the wrong for wearing a shirt?”
Shit. I grit my teeth. I walked right into that one.
“Is life fair?” I retort. “Of course not. It doesn’t have to make sense; it just is. You all need to be naked when I want you naked, and I’ll be naked when I want me naked. Make sense?”
“Not at all.” Alexei pushes his pants over his hips, steps out of them, and then immediately puts them into the hamper.
Imperiously. He does everything imperiously.
His royal gaze locks with mine. “But if you’re desperate to see me naked, then how could I ever deny you?
I’m yours, forever. Have at me, Scarlett. ”
He spreads his arms, very dramatic.
I laugh, charmed by his unshakable confidence.
“Those pants can go back in the drawer. They’re clean.
You didn’t even wear them.” I don’t say any of that by accident.
I know Alexei is going to push back. He’s a little freak, and he loves to be edged by me.
His arms fall to his sides and a pretty little frown creeps over his mouth. Gloved fingers twitch at his sides.
“No, my sweet wife. I’m sorry, but I must vehemently argue against that.
I have no problem doing the laundry. I do have a problem wearing an article of clothing that was lying on the floor.
” Alexei steps over to the bed and starts folding down the covers, like this is a turndown service at a fancy hotel.
The look he gives me over his shoulder is even more expensive than that.
“You agreed to free use,” Bohnes reminds me, tossing his towel into the hamper without ever getting off the bed.
He cups his hand over his junk and plays with himself, as shameless as he’s always been.
“Besides that, aren’t you thrilled? You have four very dedicated, very forgiving maniacs to entertain, Scarlett. Take the shirt off.”
He’s not wrong.
I’ve got four murderers in one room and I’m expecting them to get along while I bang other guys. This is a powder keg and I’m in charge of the fuse. The barbershop thing was intense for all of us. It was a bonding moment for the boys, and a sense of giddiness for me.
Yeah, Chet tried to kill us.
He failed spectacularly.
Isn’t that nice, the scent of his complete and total failure? The smell of fuckboy obsession and love?
I stabbed my enemy with four blades of perfect romance.
“I’m not taking off the shirt,” I tell Bohnes, curious to see if he’ll come over and try to take it off me by force. Please.
He jerks his cock hard, tongue at the edge of his mouth as he draaaags his fist along his length and then spurts right there onto the wood floor. He milks my seed onto the ground and wastes it while I gape at him.
“You don’t want it? Okay then.” Bohnes is cocky as hell when he gets up, sauntering over to the bottle of cleaner and the roll of paper towels that Alexei keeps permanently in the bedroom. My Nightmare is kind enough to mop up the mess he made, even if he’s being a total dick to me.
Nah. The bastard is tryin’ to make me wet. His shenanigans are working, too. Look at that ass.
“Letting the four of you hang out alone was a mistake.” I nibble my lip as I study Alexei.
He isn’t happy about cum on the floor, but he seems to trust in Bohnes’ cleaning skills.
Why shouldn’t he? We just watched the master of blood and bones erase ten homicides with some chemicals, rubber gloves, and a hose.
The bathroom trash, where Bohnes puts the paper towels, is taken into the hallway.
“I’ll drag it outside tomorrow.” Kellin grins at Alexei as he passes, and the pair of them nod at each other. Not super safe to go outside, especially alone.
I yawn, even though I’m still annoyed that one fuckboy thought he could hide his dick and the other wasted his orgasm.
It’s so late that it’s early, and we’re all exhausted. I’ve got P-Trip tomorrow, so I’m crashing out as soon as I get a chance to say goodnight to Ash and Widow. They’re taking the first security shift—together.
Cute, right? I think so.
I didn’t lift or transport bodies, personally.
Treasure was kind enough to spend that time doing my lash extensions and giving me a full set of acrylics.
I clack the coffin-tipped black-and-red striped nails together, examining them.
Is it wrong for me to sleep when I didn’t do any of the lifting?
Nah. I’m the boss, and I need to win that race.
Burt could be there. Even if he isn’t, he’ll be watching.
“Looks like you’ve got freakshow circus tents stuck to your fingers,” Widow grumbles, pausing in front of me.
He was at the other mirror on the far end of the counter, naked on a stool and fixing his hair.
Contemplative. Thoughtful. He’s so fucking smart, even if the world tried to paint him as some dumb criminal.
I look up and choke a little when I get a better look at him.
The haircut was pretty enough soaked in blood, but it’s better now because he washed his hair and smells like pine and stone fruit, and because he dried it and styled it all mussy with his fingers.
It’s short on the sides, longer on the top and slightly wavy where it flares out on either side of his neck.
The purple and turquoise pieces are more obvious somehow, a defiant shimmer through the tousled dark strands.
“That’s a sweet thing to say. It’s even sweeter that you’re bro-bonding.
” I bat my lashes at him, noticing that his gaze cuts from me to Ash.
It’s so hard not to feel smug about their burgeoning bromance.
It takes a great deal of effort on my part to stay chill and humble.
The shower shuts off and Ash grabs a towel off the wall hook, his glossy black hair practically blue in the bathroom light.
Shame we couldn’t do a group thing earlier.
The violence and chaos in that barbershop were electric.
My sore cunt is grateful for the break though.
It’s like, my eyes are bigger than my puss.
There is so much fuckboy food on this damn plate, and while I am here to eat, I’ve got to pace myself. My lips twitch.
Widow flicks me in the forehead, and I slap him in his insane abs. It’s like throwing my palm at a brick wall. I press my skin into his as he chastises me. We want each other so bad. The air is heavy with it, hot and thick.
“Do you ever stop thinking about sex? I thought I was bad, but you’re worse. Holy fuck.”
My eyes flick up, finding Widow with a raised brow. He wants me to use that stupid safe word. Well, I’ll be damned if I’m going to use it before he does. I’m not that sore.
“I still think that with my girls around, it’s safe for all of us to sleep at the same time.
” I cross my naked legs, an oversized t-shirt shielding my naughty bits from view but leaving plenty for the eyes to feast on.
I’ve got nice calves. Widow seems to agree with me, based on his expression and all.
“But if you really want to stay up for hours hanging out with Ash and reading naughty books together, be my guest. Just make sure to bookmark all the shit we haven’t tried.
You’ve threatened me numerous times with your ‘wild and beast-like needs’ and frankly, I’m not impressed. ”
He scoffs at me and shakes his head, running his slut tongue over his slut teeth.