8. McKenna
McKenna
“ H as McKenna told you guys about the latest threat?” Austin asked from where he sat next to Booker on the couch, across from me and Brynne.
We’d come to the living room after finishing our meal, the two men sipping on whiskey while Brynne and I talked on the opposite couch.
I shot a glare Austin’s way. Of fucking course, he would bring that up tonight. The man was trying to get under my skin in every way possible simply to see me react.
“No,” Brynne answered, pulling her leg up on the couch so she could face me. “What happened?”
A snarky fucking smirk curled the sides of Austin’s mouth, and I wanted to slap it off him.
“A crow died in my yard. It isn’t what Austin’s trying to make it out to be. He’s just dramatic.”
Austin leaned back on the couch, draping an arm over the back. “It was shot, and someone put it on her car. ”
“Any trace of who might have placed it there?” Booker asked.
With his interest, Austin sent me a satisfied look. He’d won this one.
I could avoid this all I wanted, but he would continue to bring it up. Constantly remind me, so as to keep an inkling of fear inside me. And if I let what was happening lose some of its severity, he’d only instill more fear.
“No. But we’ll find whoever it is,” Austin promised, both to Booker and me, if the look on his face was any indication.
“So,” I blurted, sitting forward on the couch with my elbows on my knees, my breasts aimed in Austin’s direction.
I could tell he was fighting his urge to stare.
To eye fuck me from across the living room.
He brought his glass to his lips, giving himself something to do, like he did every time I shifted on the sofa.
“When you guys all shared Brynne,” I went on, steering the conversation elsewhere, “did you take the back entrance on each other?” I looked between Austin and Booker.
The former’s mouthful of whiskey went flying, spraying out of his mouth.
Mission accomplished.
“No,” Booker confirmed, his voice low and growing irritated at my mention of their past activities.
“Fuck, no,” Austin answered after getting his shit back together. He was leaning forward now. “That never crossed our minds. That’s?—”
I cocked my head to the side, innocently asking, “What’s wrong with hooking up with your friends?” Brynne and I were all too familiar with that. Before she got with Booker, we’d fool around from time to time, but it never went further than anything casual between us.
“Nothing,” Austin clarified. “It’s not that. We’re just not into…” His hands twirled around each other as if in explanation. “That.”
“But you’re into sharing Brynne.” Seeing Austin so flustered was the highlight of my night, honestly.
Booker answered this time. “Not anymore.”
I turned a curious eye on Brynne. “And how do you feel about that, Brynne?”
She was eyeing Booker, gauging his reaction, before turning to me. “Well, if it’s the right person and Booker’s okay with it, then I don’t mind.”
I briefly glanced at Booker. “Would he be okay with this?” I scooted over, my skirt rising further with the action, and slid a hand into Brynne’s hair.
“Like how we used to?” I met her halfway, pressing my lips to hers.
She didn’t even try to pull back, instead slipping her tongue into my mouth like she had many times in the past.
A telltale curse slipped from Austin at the sight of us kissing.
I pulled away, sparing Booker another glance to determine if he was okay with it or not. He was scowling, but I could tell in the way it held no anger that he was fine with this. If anything, he was enjoying it.
My eyes flicked to Austin for the span of a second, the look on his face fueling me forward for more.
I gently pulled Brynne closer by her hair, my lips melting against hers.
She met me stride for stride, her palm coming to my waist where the guys could see.
I set my hand over hers, guiding it higher until she was cupping my breast. Her fingers dug in, and I nearly wanted to praise her.
She enjoyed putting on a show for them nearly as much as I did, and from our position, they had a clear view of both our sides—a perfect display for what was coming.
I moved so my knees were digging into the cushion, not once breaking our kiss as I climbed over her lap and straddled one leg, losing myself in the moment. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth for my tongue to slip in.
As her fingers kneaded my breast, I rocked my hips forward slowly, my skirt barely covering an inch of my thighs now.
Her leggings were the perfect friction against my clit, rubbing the material of my underwear against the throbbing bud.
There was only so much edging I could take, and though I’d masturbated to my heart’s content once I got home after the ice cube incident, it wasn’t enough.
I tangled both hands in Brynne’s hair, angling her face better so I could slip my tongue deeper.
Then I pulled back, arching my back and pulling her face to that hole in my shirt.
I felt her hot breath coast down my cleavage as she buried her mouth between my breasts.
My eyes met Austin’s across the room as I thrust forward again, slowly, sensually, making sure to bend my back farther and pop my ass out more.
He looked pained, like he was starving and I was the meal he needed to survive.
It was too bad, really. While I craved his cock buried deep inside me at times, it was so much fun teasing him.
My hand covered Brynne’s over my breast, squeezing once before trailing it down my ribs. Her fingertips grazed my thigh before I led them between my legs, under my skirt.
I guessed that was enough for Booker, because he quickly stood and crossed the room. He lifted me from under my armpits, plopping me on the cushion before plucking Brynne up from the couch, one arm under her legs and the other around her waist.
“Should we bring McKenna?” Brynne asked him, a heated, devious glint in her gaze.
Booker’s eyes flicked to Austin, something I couldn’t quite decipher passing between them. “Not tonight.” Without another glance back, he carried her out of the living room and up the stairs.
All the while, Austin kept his scorching gaze on me.
When Booker tossed me aside, my skirt had flown up, exposing my white lace panties. I knew Austin could see my wetness staining the fabric by the way his eyes devoured me. And when my tongue darted out to lap up the taste of Brynne clinging to my lips, he watched the movement.
“That’s too bad,” I started, straightening on the couch but not bothering to fix my skirt. “I wanted to see you guys make out, too.”
I stood, the fabric falling into place on its own.
“Sit back down, McKenna,” Austin instructed, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it before.
I thought about his request for a moment before saying, “Hmm. No. I’m ready to go home now.”
But as I took a step, Austin lifted his shirt to reveal abs I wanted to run my tongue along. The sight of them was gone all too quickly as he pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans and situated his top again.
He waved the end of it at the couch, his movements so casual for holding a weapon. “I said, sit down.”
My heart fluttered in my chest so fast, I could feel it pulsing between my legs. I did as he said, plopping back down on the couch.
He sat back, legs spread. The bulge in his jeans had me salivating. “Now, be a good girl and finish what you started.”
Gun or not, he didn’t have to do much convincing. I was fucking aching, and I needed some sort of relief before I exploded. That, and I knew he wouldn’t actually use it on me.
Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I could walk out of here even if I wanted to with the way my pussy throbbed. I wasn’t expecting him watching me with Brynne to be such a turn on for me , but here I sat, drenched to the fucking core.
I started to slide my hand down my waistband, but he shook the gun back and forth. “No. Lift your skirt and spread your legs. I want to see your pussy when you come.”
I pulled my hand out and used my other to bunch the fabric of my skirt up around my hips. Then I coasted my fingers along my inner thigh before reaching my panties.
“I’m surprised you wore any at all.”
I pressed my fingers to my clit through the fabric. “Would you have preferred if I didn’t?”
“That’s exactly how I would have preferred you.” He stood from the couch, slowly crossing the room like he was stalking his prey. He stopped in front of me before setting his free hand on the couch beside me. The cold metal of the gun pressed against the inside of my knee. “I said to spread these.”
He shoved my legs apart, stepping between them before settling onto his knees.
He set both hands on my thighs, the gun still clenched in one of them.
With his eyes trained between my legs, I hooked a finger in the material of my panties and pulled them to the side, exposing my pussy to him.
His jaw clenched at the sight of it, a crazed hunger lighting his gaze.
I dipped two fingers inside myself, a small whimper passing my lips as I did. I pulled them out, my skin glistening, before sliding them back in. It wasn’t enough to fix the ache in my core, but it’d do for now.
“I bet you wished I was there all those times you messed around with my best friend,” I said, needing to focus on something other than the way his gaze was unraveling me, inch by inch.
“No, McKenna.” He paused, swallowing as if he was parched at the sight of me. “I didn’t wish you were there. I imagined she was you.”
I held back my whimper at his admission. We used to flirt before I decided I hated him for not letting me get revenge on Henley. And now, here I was, fingering myself in front of him.
Almost like he read my thoughts, he asked, “Your fingers not enough for you, McKenna?”
I shook my head, but kept my fingers deep inside me, curling the ends.
He hummed. “Take those out.”
I obeyed, running my wetness along my inner thigh.
But then he grabbed my panties and ripped them right in the center. The tear of the fabric pulled a gasp from my lips, but it was quickly replaced with a shriek as he slid the barrel of the gun inside me.
“Austin,” I whimpered, the cold metal a shock to my heated center.
“Relax your legs so I can fuck you how you want to be fucked.”
I hadn’t even realized they’d tensed, and I had to force myself to let them fall apart once more. Then he moved the gun inside me, and my head fell back. “Oh, god.”
He slid the barrel in and out, my body loosening with every movement. His hand wrapped around my still-wet fingers, bringing them to my clit. “Show me how you play with yourself while I fuck you with my gun.”
He released my hand, upping his pace with the pistol as I started circling my clit.
The fear of such a deadly weapon inside me, and the knowledge of how vulnerable I was for the man wielding it right now, sent my stomach fluttering.
I could hear how wet I was as he fucked me with the weapon, and when he shoved it deeper on the next pass, a moan slipped past my lips.
“You like being scared, don’t you, McKenna?”
“Yes.” The admission was more breath than anything.
He went faster, harder, which only urged my fingers to match his pace. “That why you like ignoring all these threats on your life? Why you keep trying to piss me off?”
I nodded, because I didn’t think I could get any more words out at this point. My core was tightening, my pussy clenching around the gun. My climax was close, and I almost didn’t want it to come because I knew once it did, he’d likely stop.
Austin sat up on his knees, yanking my shirt to the side so he could get to my breast through the hole. Lucky for him—and me—I wasn’t wearing a bra. His mouth closed around my nipple, teeth instantly digging into my flesh, and I nearly screamed.
His mouth popped off my breast. “Next time I scare you, I expect you to come for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed out. Fuck, I’d do anything he asked of me right now.
Then he closed his mouth around my nipple once again, sucking the bud into his mouth and biting down on it harder this time. I started to scream as my climax ripped through me, but he slammed a hand down on my mouth as he fucked me harder.
I hadn’t even realized he’d moved his mouth from my breast as he murmured by my ear, “That’s it. Come on my gun like a bad little slut.”
My nostrils flared as I sucked in air through my nose, my stomach twitching as I let go again and again.
I couldn’t tell if I came once or multiple times as he started to slow his pace inside me.
My hand fell away from my clit, falling to the couch beside my leg.
He slowly removed his hand from my mouth before lowering it back between my legs.
We both watched as he slowly pulled the gun out of me. It was soaked to the trigger, my wetness having dripped down the barrel as he thrust it in and out of me. He watched as my release leaked out of me and used the muzzle of the gun to collect it and shove it back inside me.
Then he brought the gun up, his eyes glued to mine as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the entirety of the barrel.
I could come again at the sight of him doing that.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled up his shirt, tucked the gun back into the waistband of his jeans, and stood.
He looked down at me with that hunger still beating in his eyes. My cheeks were likely red and my breathing was still uneven. “And I meant it when I said I prefer you with no panties. Don’t let me see you in them again.”
And then he left me on the couch, soaked and sated, wishing like hell he’d come back for more.