20. Ali
twenty
Ali
It's been a few days since the two versus little ole me ring fight, and I’m feeling almost one hundred percent again. It doesn’t help that my guys are insatiable, but all the orgasms make me feel one thousand times better. Over the last few days, Cash and the guys have been going over ways to bring down their fathers, in between fucking me stupid, of course, but I think they finally have a plan. Go after what they care about the most: their business and image. It helps that we are only dealing with William and James, since Henry is now dead, but I have a feeling Ethan is still a threat. If not to the guys, definitely to me. Okay, I did kill our father, so he might have a bit of a grudge to uphold.
The plan is set, and everyone will be heading out today after breakfast to divide and conquer, with my task being gathering more supplies. I want to be annoyed with them, telling me I can’t tag along with one of them, but I get it. They know their fathers and businesses better, and I don’t want to risk getting in the way when we all agreed in and out was the safest bet right now.
So, while the guys are all either still sleeping or showering, I’m in the kitchen ‘making a good luck and don’t get killed breakfast’. At least what I call a breakfast, since I may need to work on my cooking skills. Some scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and slightly burnt toast. Breakfast of champions. At least I didn’t burn the coffee.
Cash is the first to find me, his hair still wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. I swear they do all this sexy man shit on purpose. I watch as small water droplets run down his tattooed chest and over his abs, making me want to lick them up like a thirsty bitch.
Ugh, these men are going to ruin my lady bits. Not that I’m complaining much, but damn, is there such a thing as too much sex?
“My eyes are up here, Ali Cat.” my said eyes jump up to see a smirking blue-eyed devil, looking so full of himself right now. Deciding I’ve already claimed these men as mine, I should be able to look whenever the hell I damn well please, so I give him an unapologetic shrug before grabbing a plate and placing it down for him.
Arsen and Riot must hear us in the kitchen or smell food because both come stumbling in, sleep-riddled faces and just as shirtless as Cash. Both also look just as delicious, and I have to remind myself and my libido that today is an important day and we don’t have time to get distracted. Riot makes a beeline to the coffee pot where I’ve already laid out three cups and pours himself and the others black coffees. Arsen surprises me by making his way to me first, swooping in to kiss me first before grabbing his cup and sitting at the counter with the plate I left for him. I notice that the last few days have been easier on him. He hasn’t winced or even seemed to be in pain from the wound to his stomach. He didn’t even bother to bandage it yesterday after his shower either, so I saw that it actually looks a lot better as well.
Grabbing my own plate, I try to hide my stupid grin at the butterflies he just gave me from that simple action. I mean, I’m too old to be getting butterfly flutters in my chest, right? That’s like a schoolgirl crush thing, not a grown-ass woman thing. But there is no denying that is what these men give me. Well, butterflies and orgasms.
We all eat in silence, quickly devouring my semi-edible food, but the guys don’t mention the too-salty eggs or the burnt patches on the toast, so I must be doing something okay. Once everyone’s dishes are in the sink, the guys go get dressed while I quickly clean up my mess. By the time I’m done, they're all dressed in jeans and T-shirts, except for Cash, who is in slacks and a dress shirt—because of course he is. While they all start going over the plan, I head to the room to dress as well.
I go with a pair of black jean shorts and a band tee, something that I would normally wear and will help me blend in while I collect some supplies. Lastly, I throw on a pair of combat boots and call it good.
As I step out of the room, I hear the tail end of their conversation. “Okay, don’t do anything stupid. Just get in, collect what you can, and then get out.” Cash narrows his eyes at Riot, who is sharpening a blade, a devious look in his green eyes. “I mean it Ri, information collection only. Let’s make them sweat, have them jump at every shadow wondering if it’s us about to make our move.”
“Yeah. The trials were a game to them so, let’s play a game of our own.” Arsen adds, strapping a holster to his belt and adding a 9mm to it.
“All ready boys,” I call out, and all heads turn to me. “While you all go out and have fun,” I pout before rolling my eyes at myself, “I’ll collect everything we need for the next week. Anything in particular that anyone wants?”
“Junk food,” Riot calls out, finally looking satisfied with his blade as he tucks it away in a belt sheath.
“Junk food, check.” I eye the other two while making a mental note of everything else we might need over the next week or two. I want to run to my apartment but know it’s probably not safe. If Ethan helped them find the guy’s safe houses, I’m sure he could find my crappy apartment. It’s not like I took measures to hide my identity, and now that he knows I’ve been living in the city, he can find more information on me. Damn, years of hard work down the drain.
When Cash and Arsen finally shake their heads no, we all move to the front door. Since there is only one key to the place, we choose to keep the door unlocked for now. Not like we have much here anyways, and we will all be back at different times. More than likely it will be me back first, waiting for them. “Alright boys, go kick some ass and come home to me.” I tell them as we head down the stairs to the first floor. Cash, who was leading the train, stops at the foot of the stairs and spins on me. Grabbing me by the hips, he yanks me to him before slamming his lips down on mine in a fierce, demanding kiss.
He pulls away after a minute, and I gasp for air. “Stay safe, Ali Cat. Call us if anything goes wrong on your end.” Then the man releases me and walks away. I’m so stunned that I don’t even register Arsen sliding up next.
Arsen, much like Cash, grips me tight this time by the head before leaving me just as breathless. He winks before leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Don’t worry about us, little flame. But while you're out, grab some chocolate syrup and whipped cream; I have some ideas on how to use them.” He nips at my ear, which has me tightening my thighs because fuck, the things I’m imagining using those things for is pretty damn hot. Leaving me speechless, he winks before following Cash out.
This time I recover faster, turning to Riot and grabbing him by the shirt first. I reach up on my tiptoes and slam my lips down on his. Instantly he returns the kiss, turning it from something that was supposed to be a quick act to something so much more. This kiss says everything we refuse to say out loud.
You’re mine.
I need you like the air I breathe.
Try to leave me, and I’ll hunt you down and chain you to me.
Okay, that last one Riot has actually said to me. After what feels like minutes but I’m sure is only seconds, we both finally pull away. He stares down at me, his green eyes shining with mischief. “Be a good girl; we’ll be back soon.” Pausing for a second, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a knife. “Take this.” I take the blade and tuck it into my back pocket. Riot begins to walk away, whistling under his breath, as I turn to follow. All three guys are waiting outside by their SUV when I finally catch up.
Cash told me he could get me a car, but I dismissed that idea. I told him I knew this area well and that I would check in with Shane and borrow his. His old pickup truck is seen around here often, so no one will bat an eye seeing it around. I wave a hand in the air, letting them know I’m heading out as well as they all climb into the blacked-out vehicle. Cash is going to drop off Arsen and Riot where they need to go, and they will find their own way back. Worry knots my stomach, but I don’t let it show. My guys will come back to me.
Just as I’m turning the corner of the street, Cash and the guys slowly creep by. I turn to blow a kiss in their direction when I spot Riot already half hanging out of the back window. I shake my head at his antics, but smile all the same. “Hey, wife, you better be naked in bed and ready for us by the time we get back,” he calls out as they begin to pass.
“Or what?”
It’s not Riot who replies as Arsen’s window gets rolled down at the same moment. “Or no orgasms for you.”
“And we’ll turn your pretty little ass red,” Cash calls out last. My core tightens at the thought as they finally pass, speeding away at last. I’m not even sure how I was going to respond to their words anyways, but fuck. I’ve never wanted to defy someone more.
With the promise of pleasure and many orgasms on my mind, I make quick work of getting to Shane’s gym. The faster I get this all done, the faster I can see my men again.