Chapter 14 #4
“You sure you’re not sore, Scar? I saw you wince a little walking down here.” Widow kneads my tight muscles with his strong hands and I almost collapse. Sex is great. Me and these guys, we can fuck like there’s no tomorrow. Even lovemaking is…gag…fine. Casual touch like this though? A massage?
I hadn’t thought about all that. Feels nice.
“Adrian, kindly shut the hell up.” Bohnes grunts as I tighten my hold on his throat. “Do you really want her to tap out on us? How uninspired.”
Bohnes shoves his hand between my thighs and manages to spear me with two fingers, pushing them to the knuckle inside my molten cunt.
My hand locks down, threatening to cut off his air supply. He withdraws his fingers and sticks them straight into his mouth, smirking at me. I dig my nails into his skin without mercy.
I’ve got Widow behind me now. Bohnes in front. Ash is on my left, close enough to touch.
“I don’t see you getting naked, Marie. Come now. Would Papa have listened to Mama?”
“Really?” Alexei asks, lifting his chin and reaching up to loosen his now wet tie. Tsk-tsk. Wearing a suit and tie in his own home. We’ll have to fix that. I need him casual and rumpled and naked (emotionally, as well as physically). “Using my parents’ love against me. How vicious, Mrs. Borisov.”
My jaw clenches as I shift to the left and grab a handful of Ash’s hair with my free hand. His hands find my hips, clutching tight. He wants to give up control, but he still struggles with it. I cast my eyes down to him, finding wide, dark eyes and panting pink lips.
“Did you hear what he said to me, Mr. Force?” I ask, pulling his hair even harder. Ash’s breath hisses between his teeth. Bohnes has his eyes closed, a blissed-out smile on his face.
“Our last name,” Ash breathes, punctuating his words with these long, labored breaths. His hands squeeze my hips even tighter. “Alexei winning that race will turn us all into Borisovs.”
I frown as I look back at Alexei, hip-deep in the water and peeling his designer shirt off like it’s garbage.
He chucks the soggy garment over the edge with a splat and a shudder.
That deal the boys made is going to nip me right in my fat ass.
Alexei might not like being called by the Borisov name, but… Uncle Burt might expect that from him.
Might demand it.
If Alexei has to keep the last name Borisov then all my boys will have the last name Borisov.
What a fucking power play.
Branding my boys with his name? Holy shit.
“Ah, hell.” I shove Ash’s face against my pussy and he goes nuts, clamping tight to my hips as he sucks my vulva like the loyal, well-trained fuckboy he is.
Widow presses his lips to the side of my neck, running his hands down my arms and squeezing my biceps.
Bohnes opens his eyes, staring into mine, myriad scars scattered across his ghost-white form.
I add to them by piercing his throat with my striped coffin nails.
“Gee, Bohnes, still happy you helped Alexei win that race?”
“Speaking of dogs: I’m a real son of a bitch, aren’t I?” Bohnes relaxes into my grip, pleasuring himself under the water as I keep him collared with my tattooed fingers. Ash knocks into him in his fervor to eat me out, sloshing water onto the floor.
Feels so good, that lil’ demon tongue.
Alexei huffs and sits on the edge of the tub, covered in goose bumps and trembling. His jaw is set tight as he peels his wet trousers down, revealing his own erection. Suspiciously pearly at the tip. He absolutely revels in his own humiliation when I’m the one responsible for it. What a kink.
Widow slaps me on the ass, sensing an opportunity to dominate me while I’ve got my hands full with Ash and Bohnes. He strokes a single fingertip over the tense pink pleats between my cheeks.
“How about I stretch that ass with—” Widow doesn’t get a chance to finish what’s gearing up to be another dumb fuckboy sentence. The whole King thing might be going to his head a bit.
The door to the bathhouse swings open and there’s Bastian, staring at me like I’m his blessed role model.
“Can I grow up to be Scarlett Force?” he teases, unbothered by the sight. Thrilled by it, really.
I use my grip on Ash’s hair to shove his head back, both of us panting. Widow is stiff behind me (good ways and bad ones). Bohnes keeps jerking off like he doesn’t give a fuck. Alexei peers over with a curled lip but does nothing to hide his naked body.
“The girls are on their way. Emma Jean came running into the living room talking about naked men and hot springs and—” Basti pauses as we all hear the chorus of voices heading rapidly in our direction.
“Tell them to fuck off,” Widow grumbles as Ash closes his eyes, trembling on his knees in front of me.
“Let ‘em watch for all I give a shit.” Bohnes lets his head fall back, scraping his tongue purposely over his lip.
“I will not have them contaminating this room while I am in it.” Alexei is already up in arms about the idea of girl cooties floating in his precious straight-from-the-ground hot springs water.
“You guys can stay or you can leave.” I look over my shoulder, finding Widow frowning at me like he’s annoyed. “Your choice. But my girls deserve a soak.”
Even though I’m wet in more ways than one, even though I want these four marauding assholes more than I’ve ever wanted anything else (don’t tell them that), I make a decision and I stick to it.
“Can I at least finish?” Bohnes asks, all coy and shit. He knows better than to orgasm in front of anyone else. Even Basti. That’s for my eyes only. Or…well, our eyes only, I guess.
“If you spill semen into this water, then you will be the one responsible for cleaning it out.” Alexei rises to his feet and climbs out, snatching up a towel and using it on his hair as a dozen of my girls crowd in through the door, gaping and stumbling.
A few of them curse—all of them curse. Juana starts crying, but I think she’s on her period, so that tracks. She only cries when she’s on the rag.
“Not in here you can’t,” I add, giving Bohnes a look. He bares his teeth at me as Widow scoffs, covering his junk until he’s safely hidden in the water again. With a sigh, Bohnes releases himself, sinking back into the steam. Ash is sullen and sulky as he submerges himself completely.
I hop out, pushing past Alexei as my girls—and Basti—take in the sea of masculine perfection in the room.
“Cover your junk,” I grumble just before Alexei throws the towel around his hips. I stand naked and proud in front of my crew, hands on my own hips. Widow is making some smart-ass remark to Bohnes about my nudity ‘belonging to them’ that I again choose to ignore.
Thank fuck that Nisha walks in after that nonsense spews out of his handsome lips. She peers at Adrian through slitted eyes, like she senses a man who needs his ass beat.
“Ladies.” I gesture around the room, unconcerned with my pussy-and-tits-out status.
“And Basti. Enjoy the spoils of this war.” I swing a finger in the direction of the bath where the boys reside and my jovial carefree attitude melts into hot steel.
“Nobody gets in this tub, ever. Otherwise, help yourselves.”
“The floors will still be contaminated,” Alexei whispers from behind me, standing too close.
He swings a towel around my body and tucks it expertly at the corner, fingers brushing my breast and making me feel a little funny.
A bit wobbly. Or something. Gross. “The walls will be contaminated. The air will be contaminated.” He presses a kiss to my bare cheek, and then rears back, revolted.
“Not you, the water,” he explains, and I nod.
My girls break around me, rushing to shed their clothes and flash all their lady parts to my boys.
I’m not ashamed to admit it: this is a test. If the boys fail, they’ll get harsh training until they see what my boundaries are.
“Well?” I ask, gesturing around at all the hottest bitches in Prescott. And Prescott pussy is choice. This is a feast. No straight man could resist the view.