Chapter 26 Sam
Sam
My heart sinks into my shoes when I see Ghost carrying a bloodied Em to us. She's covered in someone’s shirt, but it’s clear she’s naked under it. What the hell happened?
“Em,” I call out, rushing to Ghost’s side.
“I’m fine, Sam. Better than fine, actually.” Em grins, mirth in her eyes.
“We took Maxim out,” Ghost says matter-of-factly.
“And celebrated it,” Em giggles.
“Report,” Jax snaps at his men who were with them.
“From what I can gather, those two tortured the prisoner, then were... together in the aftermath.” Maverick turns beet red at that last part.
“I video-called my father and forced him to watch,” Ghost admits with a straight face.
“What?” Frost hollers.
“Bro, you sure that was a good idea? They're in hiding. We don’t want to lure them out yet,” Trikk says next.
Ghost just shrugs. “It is what it is. For what it’s worth, I think I scared him even more. He knows I’m coming for him.”
Em pipes up. “I found my bloodlust. I literally held his heart then squashed it.” She breaks into laughter, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Harris frowns. “Is she in shock?”
“Nah, man. She's giddy from the kill,” Synn affirms.
“Can I bring her to her room?” Ghost asks Jax. “We got the info required.”
“Go ahead, but come find me immediately after. Harris, Purge, and Synn—hang back please. We need to debrief, then I need Purge and Harris with the hackers.”
“I’ll take her,” I offer, so Ghost carefully passes her over to me. Em throws her arms around me, peppering kisses along my neck.
I blush but hold my head up as I take her away back to our room.
I hear footsteps behind me, so I glance back to see
Frost, Trikk, and Razor are following.
I let myself into the room, carrying Em straight to the bathroom and shutting the door behind me in a clear message to the three others.
“You need a shower,” I say, as I set her on her feet and lean in to start the water. I adjust the faucet to hot.
Em shoots me a smile, a mischievous look in those emerald greens. She stands completely naked, then slowly enters the shower.
I shift, adjusting my now-hard cock in my jeans.
“You coming, Sam?” Em calls.
My eyes widen; but I remove my shoes and socks then shuck off my shirt, stumbling as I shove my jeans down and kick them away. I open the curtain, slipping in with my girl.
“Let me,” I say, taking the soapy sponge from her hand. She sighs as I glide it over her skin, starting at her neck then moving down. I cleanse every part of her and watch the red spiral down the drain.
I grab the shampoo bottle. Squirting some into my hand, I work it into a lather. I apply it to Em’s hair and scalp, scrubbing it in, then massaging it through her tresses. She moans in bliss.
“Tip your head back,” I ask, and she complies.
I rinse her hair thoroughly, then apply conditioner. I use my fingers to work it through her length, then rinse it away too.
There aren’t words to describe how good it feels to take care of my girl. The one who found me, and brought me out of the dark. Touching her is exquisite. Caring for her is my damn honor.
Em spins to face me. “Your turn.” Her voice has a husky tone to it. She's clearly aroused.
I start to shake my head, but she reaches out, grabbing my cock.
I groan so loudly, she chuckles.
She starts to work me with her hand, and my head falls back.
I will not come like this.
I need to be deep inside Em first.
Frost
I hear Killer laughing in the bathroom, and I can’t take it anymore. I've barely seen her lately, and I need her now. I don’t care who she’s with.
My hand on the handle, I feel Trikk and Razor breathing down my neck. I scoot inside, with them following.
My eyes darken as I remove my clothes, the other two doing the same. I raise a brow. “We are doing this, then?” I whisper.
“Damn straight,” Razor whispers back.
With a nod, I open the curtain.
Killer squeals, then relaxes when she sees it’s us.
She's holding Sam’s dick in her hand.
“What are you guys doing? There's no room,” Killer tells us.
I smile seductively. “Joining in, Killer.” I lick my lips, sliding in front of her.
Trikk and Razor step in behind her.
It's a tight squeeze, but we manage to all fit.
Reaching out for her chin, I tilt it upwards and capture her perfect lips with mine. She groans, deepening the kiss.
Sam makes a sound, then moves away from her touch. My hands have a bit of room now to run them over her breasts, and in between her legs. She’s fucking soaked for us.
“Frost, please,” Killer whimpers, biting her lip.
An intake of breath alerts me to what Razor is doing behind her. He's teasing her tight little asshole.
Trikk drops to his knees, shoving me over slightly. He widens her legs, then dives in and feasts on her glistening pussy.
“Oh my God, Trikk!” Killer yells.
I know for this to go any further, we need out of this bathroom.
I shove the curtain open, Sam reaching over to shut the water off. I climb out, grabbing a towel, and carry her straight to the bed, setting her down.
Making quick work of drying her as best as I can, I shove her softly backward.
I smirk, rolling my hips for her. She goes wild every time I do it. This time’s no different.
“Fuck, those liquid hips,” she mutters.
“Damn, bro, how do you even do that?” Trikk crosses his arms, studying me.
I just shake my head, crawling on top of her.
Now it’s my turn to taste her. I eat her out like a man starved.
Killer grips my hair, grinding into my face. “I’m going to come!” she shouts, then spasms, bucking wildly.
I sit back on my heels with a grin.
Everyone is on the bed now.
Killer looks between us breathlessly. “All four of you? How?”
She’s still so innocent in ways, which is endearing.
Before I can speak, Razor takes over.
Razor
I take this chance to lie down on my back, my pierced cock sticking straight up for my Fiasca.
“Climb on, sexy,” I instruct.
Fiasca happily scrambles onto me, slowly lowering her pussy to my cock. She brushes the tip, making us both cry out. I grasp the base of my cock, making sure it’s lined up for her. She slips downward, and I fill her completely.
She starts to move, making my breath come out in pants.
“Slow down, Fiasca. Lean forward onto my chest, okay?”
“Okay.” She does as I ask, and Sam moves behind her.
Well, well—the guy is about to take another first, I bet.
“Catch, bro,” Trikk says to Sam, tossing him a bottle of lube.
“Where did you get that?” I ask Trikk.
“Bro. I'm always prepared.” Trikk smirks, winking at me.
Phoenyxx
My breath stutters when I feel cold liquid pour onto my ass, which Sam is holding open. It's taking all my willpower not to move while I’m already impaled onto Razor.
Sam grunts, then I feel his tip pressing into my ass.
I squirm with worry. “Wait. Too much...”
Surprising me, Sam smacks my ass cheek, with a laugh.
“I’m sure you can take it, Em,” he declares, making me giggle.
Razor cackles. “Color me shocked. The new guy is tapping that ass.”
Frost moves to my front, sliding a hand down to where my body meets Razor’s. He rubs circles on my throbbing clit, and I jerk. “Frost...”
As he works me, Sam moves, feeding me his cock an inch at a time. I tense up, but Razor tells me to relax. I hold my breath when he’s fully inside.
“So damn full,” I mumble, out of my mind with desire.
“Not quite yet, you’re not.” Trikk stands at the side of the bed, cock bobbing in my face. He taps my mouth. “Open, Bambi.”
I eagerly open wide, and Trikk shoves inside to the back of my throat. I can’t speak or utter a sound, but Razor must have felt the rush of wetness on his cock.
He moves, Sam following, then Trikk thrusts in and out of my throat. Frost still works my clit.
I fucking shatter, my release flooding the bed.
Razor follows with a bellow, then Sam right behind him. Trikk pulls out of my mouth before he comes.
I climb off Razor with shaky legs. Frost lays down in his place in the same position, Trikk behind me.
“Can you take more, Killer?” Frost asks.
I nod frantically, words not forming in my sex-addled brain. I climb eagerly onto Frost.
Frost holds his impressive cock still, then thrusts upward, surprising me. I grind back onto him.
Before I can blink, more cool liquid covers my ass, and Trikk slides in effortlessly.
They both move together like an erotic dance, perfectly in sync.
My next orgasm builds like a tsunami, and I scream when it hits.
Frost and Trikk pound into me, fucking me right into the mattress. I turn my head, reaching out for Sam. I glance at Razor, who’s already hard again—and stroking his cock.
Sam steps up to me, dick rock-hard as well. The guys stop moving to allow him entry. My mouth opens, and he wrinkles his brows as he slides into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him, swirling my tongue around the head and shaft.
He's not used to deep-throating, so I take him to the back of my throat and hum. The sound that leaves him makes my pussy pulse.
Everyone moves again. An even more powerful orgasm screams through me, and I buck and convulse. Instead of it tapering down, it just keeps going. It ebbs and climbs repeatedly.
Sam moans, shooting his load down my throat. I eagerly swallow every drop, licking him clean when he pulls out.
Frost breaks next, coming inside me. Trikk shouts, quickly pulling out to jerk his come onto my lower back. Razor growls, shooting his load right on top of Trikk’s.
All of us collapse onto the bed, completely sated.
I can hardly believe that just happened. Four at the same time. Now I’m wondering how I’ll make eight work...
“Tired, Em?” Sam asks.
“Nope. I feel energized—alive. This is the best I’ve felt in a long time.”
Razor gives me a crazy smile. “My Fiasca liked killing, huh?”
“Fuck yes I did.”
With a sigh, I sit up. “Now let’s clean up. I want to go see what the others have found out.”
We stride into the computer room, eager to see if what Maxim told us has been verified by now.