21. Chapter 21
Cody
My foot connects with the door for the fourth time. “Open the goddamn door!”
Nothing.
“You know, I don't think they can hear you.” Rua leans against the wall, twirling a lollipop between his fingers. “But the drama? Superb. Really selling the wronged-party energy.”
“Shut the fuck up before I stab your eyes out with that lollipop.”
He pops it back in his mouth, grinning around the stick. “Aggressive. I like it.”
“The fuck is all this noise?” Adrian Reyes rounds the corner from the stairwell, hands shoved in his pockets.
I throw my arms up. “Great. Just what I need. More fucking Serpents.”
His jaw tightens as he steps closer. “You’re at the wrong campus. And alone. I’d watch that mouth of yours. Now, why the fuck are you here?”
Rua chuckles. “Says Kincaid and Trembley stole his dog.”
I turn back to the Serpents’ winger, crowding his space. “Laugh again, motherfucker. It’s not a goddamn joke.”
The door swings open, and Kincaid glowers at all of us. He takes one step, grabs my sweatshirt, then yanks me inside. He slams the door, standing in front of it, arms crossed. “You break the door, you’re paying for the damages.”
I grind my molars and stomp toward him. “Good luck with that. You two fuckheads stole my dog. I should have you arrested.”
“And you smashed our windshield.”
My fist flies at his face. “Go to hell.”
His hand wraps around my wrist mid-arc and shoves it aside. “Wasn’t me.”
Which I already know because the neighbor’s Ring camera only showed one person getting into the Ford truck. And Blue went with him like they were best friends. Apparently, my dog has zero loyalty.
I’m about to swing again when Blue barrels over, jumps up, and starts licking my forearm. My knees buckle, and I go down, arms wrapping around him as he licks my face, my neck, every inch he can reach. “Blue.”
Safe.
He’s safe.
“Mr. Smooshy, is that your real name?”
I turn toward the couch.
Trembley is sprawled across it, one leg up, arm draped over the back. He shakes his head and blows out a breath. “You should get him a tag with your contact info. What if he gets lost? I’d be devastated. Poor guy could end up with very bad people who won’t appreciate his smooshiness.”
I spring up, launch over the armrest, and slam into Trembley. “How about I tag your face instead?”
He barely covers up before I throw the first punch, my knees bracketing his hips. My next punch catches his side. He huffs and drops his arms.
This time I smack him.
His head snaps sideways, a red mark blooming across his skin. He just laughs and turns the other cheek. “This one’s feeling left out.”
“You two, don’t get blood on the couch.” Kincaid stares at us, then turns to Blue and crooks his finger. “You, let’s go.”
My upper lip twitches. “Don’t talk to my dog that way.”
Kincaid ignores me and walks away, Blue following at his heels.
Seriously?
I look back down at Trembley, who’s watching me. “What is your problem?”
He sits up so fast that I grab his shoulders to keep from falling backward. His face is just inches from mine, his breath warm against my mouth, those cognac-brown eyes drilling into me. “You are.”
My head tilts slightly, brows furrowed. “What?”
“You letting someone else's mouth on your pretty little dick is my problem.”
I press my lips together, but I can’t stop the laugh that bursts out. “You can’t be serious?”
His hand closes around my throat. “I don’t like others touching what’s mine.”
I grab his thumb and wrench it back. “You psychotic dipshit. It was fake. And my dick is not little.”
He wraps his arms around me, squeezing tight and trapping my arms. “What the hell do you mean fake?”
“Made it with an app.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve been losing my fucking mind over a fake picture?”
“Sounds like a you problem.”
“Not funny.” Trembley’s eyes narrow. “You blocked us.”
“And you broke into my house.”
His grin returns as he lets go, sinking back onto the couch. “Twice, actually. And I prefer a surprise visit.”
“Do you know how to shut your fucking mouth?”
“Nope.” He quirks a brow. “You gonna stuff me with your fingers again or use your pretty little dick this time?”
“It's almost the same size as yours, so if mine's little, then what the fuck does that make yours?”
“Don't know about that. The picture was fake, remember?”
“The lips were. The dick was mine.”
“And the cum?”
My cheeks burn.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He sits up straighter, the grin spreading wider.
“You paid that much attention when I jerked us off in your kitchen? Have you been thinking about it? Because I have. A lot. Like every single day. Top-tier material, Little Jenkins. Five-star spank bank content. I’ve been making deposits daily. ”
My breath hitches, and my dick twitches in my joggers.
No.
They took Blue. I’m supposed to be mad. I am mad.
I grab his throat, and his pulse hammers against my palm.
He leans forward into the pressure and drags his tongue across my lips. “Mmm. Kinky.”
Fuck it.
My teeth sink into his bottom lip, and copper hits my tongue. He hisses, tongue pushing into my mouth as he slides my sweatshirt up my body, breaking apart just long enough to yank it over my head.
Then his mouth is on mine again. I kiss him back harder than I mean to, moaning against his lips and dry humping him like I’ve lost my mind, all while pulling at his shirt because I need it gone. He finally lets me drag it up, then takes over, stripping it off and tossing it somewhere behind me.
Up close, his eyes have gold in them. Flecks of amber around the iris that catch the light.
“You sure love straddling me.” He sinks back into the couch, pulling me with him, then drags his dick along mine in one slow grind. “Don’t worry. I like it too.”
Before I can respond, hands clamp around my hips and jerk them up. My joggers and boxers are shoved down, and my hard dick springs free, bobbing against my stomach.
“You two starting without me?”
Right.
Forgot about the other psycho.
Over my shoulder, Kincaid’s kneeling behind me, still in his gray T-shirt, jeans pushed down, dick out. It’s thick and hard, the head flushed dark, a bead of precum forming at the tip.
His palm cracks against my ass. “You belong to us. Time you understood that.”
“Fuck.” The sting spreads hot across my skin, and my whole body shivers as a sound comes out of me that is way too close to a moan. “I don't belong to—”
The next slap lands across the other cheek, and my hips buck forward, and okay, my dick is fully on their side now.
“Damn, Little Jenkins.” Trembley leans up, teeth scraping my neck. “You're leaking all over me.”
I bite into the inside of my cheek and look down. A string of precum stretches from my tip to the slick mess on Trembley’s stomach.
Oh, fuck me.
Kincaid palms both my ass cheeks and pulls them apart.
“No, no, no.” I crawl forward. No fucking way is he looking there. My dick drooling all over Trembley is enough embarrassment for one day.
He pulls me back until his hard shaft is pressed right against my crease. “No more running.”
I look back, upper lip curling. “Fuck you.”
“That’s what we’re trying to do.” Trembley strokes me, running the pad of his thumb over my slit, smearing precum over the head of my dick. “Well, I mean, he’s trying to fuck you.”
Every muscle in my body tenses, my breath catching hard when my eyes drop to Kincaid’s dick. “No. No fucking way.”
Kincaid digs his fingers into my hips when I try to pull away. “Easy.”
“Fuck you! Don’t talk to me!” I slap at Trembley’s hand. “Don’t touch me. Let me go.”
He releases my dick but grabs my wrists. “Calm down, Little J.”
“Fuck you and your nicknames. Let me go.” I try to yank my arms free, but it’s no use. “It’s too big.”
And God-fucking-dammit, Trembley starts laughing. “Yeah, it is pretty big, isn’t it?”
“It’s not funny. It won’t fit. It barely fit in my mouth.”
Kincaid spreads me wider, dragging his dick down my crack, his thumb circling my hole. “This is ours.”
Another shiver runs over my body, goosebumps rising across my skin.
“I want to see too.” Trembley cranes his neck, looking over my shoulder, and his lips part. “Oh, fuck.”
A sharp slap cracks behind me.
“Ouch! Goddamn, Hunt. Ease up. That hurt.” Trembley looks at me, shaking his head.
Like I have any sympathy for him right now.
There’s a click, then cold liquid drips down my crack. My thighs tense so hard they shake as Kincaid's thumb drags through it, pressing slow circles against my hole.
Nobody has ever touched me there.
Trembley brushes his thumb along my bottom lip. “Want him to stop?”
I stare at him, blinking.
“Cody. Do you want Hunter to stop?”
My mouth opens. Then closes. I swallow, shaking my head because the word just won’t come out.
He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “Then breathe, Cody.”
I do just as a thick finger pushes past my rim. The stretch burns, and my body clenches down hard. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”
Trembley shifts under me, lifting his hips to push his jeans down. His dick springs free and presses up against mine, hard and hot, and my hips jerk on instinct. He drags his fingers through the precum on his stomach, then spreads it over his shaft. “You made the mess. I'm putting it to good use.”
Kincaid’s finger pushes deeper and curls, dragging against something inside me.
“ Ohhhh .” I push back, then forward, back again until I’m rocking between them, my face buried in Trembley’s neck.
“Greedy little thing.” Trembley bites my earlobe as his other hand closes around my dick, stroking me slowly while he works himself faster. “Can't decide which way you want it, huh?”
I slap his chest.
Kincaid pushes a second finger in alongside the first. “Fuck, you're tight.”
The stretch doubles, and my rim burns. My whole body clenches down trying to push him out.
Kincaid holds steady, not moving. “Breathe. In and out.”
“I am breathing, you giant—” My body jolts when his fingers curl and hit that spot again, and whatever I was about to say is gone.
Just gone.
Trembley strokes me faster. “Oh, look. He found your happy button.”