Chapter 28
Priest looks at me like I’m absolutely batshit insane. “You’re gonna have to go over this with me one more time. You saw who? Because I know for sure you didn’t just tell me Axel.”
Sinner and Priest must’ve broken every speed limit on their way here.
“It was him. I’m sure. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but he’s alive, and for some reason he chose to show up now.” I shake my head in disbelief. I can hardly believe it myself, but I know I wasn’t dreaming.
“But the cops… and he never… Why would he hide for ten years, if that’s true? I don’t fucking understand it.” Priest paces in a circle around the couch as he thinks. He looks about like I felt earlier. And then as he starts punching his palm, angry. Angrier and angrier. “How fucking dare he?”
He passes a little too close, and the new chair gets in his way, so he kicks it.
“Priest…” I try. “Here, throw this.” I pluck the roses out of the vase and hand them to him. “They were from Mom’s boyfriend, and right now? I don’t want to see the reminder.”
“Fuck!” I thought he’d throw one flower. Instead, he pulls the whole vase out of my hand and throws it out the balcony door that’s open to let in the breeze. It hits the parking lot with a crash, way down there. Hopefully, he didn’t hit a car. “Goddamn it!”
“Heath!” The snap of my voice draws his attention to me. “Stop.”
“How the fuck can I stop? How are you so goddamn calm?” He finally takes the last flower from my hand and throws it after the vase.
It’s my turn to stare at him like he’s the crazy one. “Calm? I almost passed out when I saw him. I practically had a nervous breakdown. Your best friend? He’s my freaking brother, but destroying the furniture Paige and the others brought me isn’t going to fix it.”
It takes a moment, but he nods and pulls himself together with a shuddering breath. “I know. I’m just… so fucking frustrated. And I think I want to kill him, for real this time.”
As much as I hate separating myself from Colt’s hug, I get to my feet and come around the couch to where Priest is standing uselessly.
Like he wants to do something, anything, but doesn’t know what.
I cup his face in my hands and try to pull him down to me.
After a brief resistance, he does, wrapping me in his strong arms and kissing me softly.
I’m not sure who is comforting who, me or Priest.
“He’s coming to the club tomorrow morning,” Colt says. “We’ll let him speak his piece then. If we don’t like what he says, we can shove him into a cell and see what Ghost can pull out of him.”
I shiver. “God, I don’t know how I’m going to wait until tomorrow.”
“Sorry, honey, but no way I was allowing that situation to continue.” Colt reaches over the back of the couch, having just enough reach to stroke my side.
“You were obviously fucked up, and I couldn’t protect you by myself with so many people and variables.
At the club it’ll be just us, him and a controlled environment. ”
I nod. I don’t have to like it, but he makes sense. “I think I need a minute.”
I go into my bedroom and swing the door mostly closed. Crawling up onto the bed, I pull my knees to my chest and stare out the massive windows at the twinkling lights of the city below. After a few minutes, there’s a soft rap at the door. It’s Priest.
“Come in.”
He gets on the bed, sitting behind me with his legs on either side of mine, and pulls me into his chest. “For a while after he was gone, I used to pretend he was coming back. That the whole thing had been a mistake.”
“Me too.”
“If it’s really him, I don’t think he would’ve stayed away for no reason.”
I nod and wiggle even closer. “I know. But is his reason enough?”
“I don’t know.”
I turn my head to look at him, and he leans in to kiss me.
It’s not an urgent kiss, more like the two of us making sure we aren’t alone in this.
That whatever we’re feeling, it’s shared.
Colt and Sinner come in after a while, stretching out on either side of me without saying a word.
If you didn’t know them, you’d never imagine they could be so gentle.
It starts simple. I kiss them in turn, Priest, Colt, Sinner, and with each kiss, it gets a little more involved. It wasn’t a plan exactly, but by the third time around, Sinner’s tongue is chasing mine, and our hands are more exploring than they are comforting.
He pulls back, though he’s sliding a hand up and down my side under my skirt, skin on skin. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his fingertips. “Babe, I know you’re looking for comfort, but if you keep kissing me like that, it’s gonna get harder and harder for me to not make it something more.”
I glance down, and he’s not lying. His well-worn jeans aren’t leaving much to the imagination.
Colt kisses the back of my neck. “Maybe a distraction isn’t the worst idea,” he says with a little laugh. “There are things we can do to relax you.”
“Is it weird?” I glance over my shoulder at him. “I mean, I’m so stressed right now that—”
Colt puts his powerful hands on my shoulders and starts massaging. “If you’re stressed, this usually helps.”
Oh my God. My forehead flops onto Sinner’s shoulder. Colt’s touch is working out knots I didn’t know I had, and filling me with delicious heat in the process. Getting pampered is hot. “You can do that as much as you want. Holy crap.”
“You know, massages work better skin on skin,” Sinner says as he starts working off my dress. It just slips over my head so it doesn’t take much. He chuckles when I raise my arms so he can pull it all the way.
I groan as Colt’s clever hands dig directly into my muscles. “You’re so freaking good at that.”
Fingers that can only belong to Priest brush against the middle of my back, followed by my bra going suddenly slack.
“Hey,” I say in the laziest, most unconvincing protest ever.
Sinner kisses my head as he brushes hair out of my face. “The weight of the shoulder straps can add strain to your knots. He’s just helping.” He hooks a finger between the cups so he can pull the flimsy fabric down my arms.
I snort. “Yes, very convincing.”
Priest starts stroking my breasts. Nothing rough, just teasing the skin, sliding his fingertips over them, making me hiss with surprise each time he detours over a nipple. “It’s been a lot today. All the emotions have to go somewhere.”
I reach a hand down, looking for his fly. “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” He pops his jeans, and suddenly I’ve got a hot cock in my hand. I swirl my fingers around the swollen head, making him draw a sharp breath at the sudden sensation. “How’s that? Does that help?”
“Better,” he says while pulling his shirt up, revealing his broad chest and the devil and angel tattoos on his muscular arms. With my forehead on Sinner’s shoulder, I can watch him out of the corners of my eyes, but mostly I’m exploring by touch.
And every time Colt squeezes my shoulders and back, my eyes shut on their own.
I’m not opposed to this getting dirty, and I’m sure it will, but man, a good massage goes a long way too.
Priest’s cock feels so powerful between my fingers, and slick now that the precum is starting to leak out. I spread it around the head and down his shaft, loving the heat of him. Wanting to please him, and ease his stress, just like they’re doing for me.
If there was ever any pretense, it’s long gone.
Sinner smiles as he pulls up his shirt and throws it aside, revealing both prison pokes and proper tattoos, blended in a tapestry that tells his history in ink.
I press a palm against his pec, flicking his hard nipple with my thumb while feeling the thunder of his heartbeat underneath.
“Naughty girl,” he teases as he cups my face and leans in.
Our lips connect, before we both open to let each other in.
He kisses like I’m the only woman in his world.
Colt works his magic down my spine, spreading heat and tingles, lower and lower until he reaches my panties. “Up a little.” As soon as I obey, he pulls them down my thighs and casts them aside.
I roll over between them and find Priest’s cock again, stroking him while I watch Colt and Sinner remove the rest of their clothes, exposing their hard bodies and even harder cocks to me. God, I think I’m salivating. “You’re my own personal strip show.”
Sinner laughs. “Didn’t know we were performing. Should I get dressed again and put on some music?”
I shake my head and turn to get up on my hands and knees, putting my mouth right above Priest’s delicious cock. Parting my knees and arching my back, I’m figuring my invitation is clear enough. Then I suck Priest into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans and throws his head back.
“Shit, need condoms,” Sinner says, sounding almost desperate.
I pull off just long enough to point. “Bedside drawer.” It would’ve been silly to not do some shopping, given my current situation.
While he rummages through my secret stash, Colt settles behind me and spreads my thighs, putting his tongue right into my wet pussy.
I moan with my mouth full, pushing my ass back at him.
His long, bold strokes start at my clit and then trail through my folds until the tip of his tongue slides in me.
“Feels good,” I whisper.
“Found some goodies while I was at it,” Sinner declares.
Condoms weren’t the only thing in my drawer.
There’s a quiet buzz as he turns my vibrator on and off again.
I’m too horny to get embarrassed about it.
They all know I’m a grown girl who probably plays with herself at times.
He chuckles. “I think we’re gonna have some good fun with this. ”
Colt pulls back so Sinner can spread something slick over my pussy. He found the lube too, obviously. The buzzing starts back up and even knowing that it’s coming, I jump when he touches it to my clit.