Chapter 28
Widow
“Why, Adrian,” Bohnes begins, panting heavily as he watches my fingers take hold of Scarlett’s raven’s hair. Fist it hard. She grits her teeth, but Bohnes uses his hips to keep her quiet. He slams deep and makes her grunt. “Whatever did you have in mind?”
“Let’s pretend I want to use Scarlett’s mouth.
Right now. While you’re inside of her.” I tug Scarlett up from the ground and she helps me out a little, digging her nails into the dirt as she gets to her hands and knees.
Her face is red, her cheek scratched up and a little bloody.
She’s a demon in ripped suspenders and a stained white blouse.
She’s married to another man. I gulp the rage down.
Legality aside, I’m now the proud owner of an inked wedding ring, fully committed to a hardcore gang of romantically involved freaks.
I want to hate it. I want to be mad about it.
My gaze catches on the rings stacked on Scarlett’s finger and her own matching tattoo.
From a one-man show with no reason to live to…this.
“Let’s pretend that I don’t agree,” Bohnes hisses, watching me as I spread my knees apart in the dirt and reach down for my fly. He better fucking not. Being denied access to Scarlett will absolutely set me off. “Then what happens?”
He’s still fucking, even while he talks, rocking Scarlett forward and back.
Forward and back. Strands of dark hair coil over her forehead and stick to her bloodied cheek.
She’s brave as shit, putting herself in this position with the four of us.
All it would take is for us to work together like we did at the track and it’s over for her.
She knows that. It’s what she wants.
My body is taut with coiled rage as I freeze with my hand on my jeans button, fighting back the urge to swing at Kellin’s face.
“This is exactly why I wanted to have a conversation first.” I work my jaw, sitting back on my haunches. It’s impossible not to read on Bohnes’ face how good Scarlett feels. Slick and tight and greedy. “My temper is a shitload less agreeable now than it was earlier.”
Scarlett moans, dropping her head, her braid falling over her shoulder and landing in the dirt. She’s quivering, caught up in the euphoria of getting her way while pretending to let us have ours. Cute.
“My…decision,” she chokes, her eyelids fluttering under the pleasured assault. She’s half-dazed by the rush.
“No.” My eyes narrow as I grab her chin in my fingers and force her head up, making her look at me while another man pummels her insides.
“You want to make life-or-death decisions? Fine. You want four men when each of us only want one woman? Alright. What you’re not going to do is dictate to us boys how we interact with each other. ”
I smile and it’s ugly. Not without love though. I couldn’t love this woman more if I tried. There is no trying with her. Falling for Scarlett is the most natural experience I’ve ever had in my life, something that just happened. Didn’t ask for it. Didn’t even want it. Sex, either. But here we are.
Bohnes slows down, one hand on Scarlett’s hip, the other rubbing his chin.
He’s drenched in sweat, his under-eye makeup bleeding down his face like black tears.
There are footsteps in the trees, quiet and sure and steady.
Alexei. On the opposite side of the clearing, it sounds like someone is slithering on their belly.
Ash glides out of the ferns, already on his hands and knees.
He’s wearing his sword on his back and breathing heavily, his own hair caught on his forehead with sweat.
His eyes are glazed and manic, and his lower lip is dripping blood, like he was chewing it up while crouching in the foliage and watching.
Alexei pauses above us, tilting his head like he’s waiting to see how this court case plays out. What precedent it’ll set for our little group. He’ll want to come to an agreement with me. He’s a practical man.
“Don’t stop.” Scarlett pushes back against Bohnes.
He clamps down harder on her hips, holding her in place.
His dick is still sheathed deep in that lurid pink heat.
He ain’t moving anymore though. Not now, when his eyes and mine are locked together like antlers.
“This is bullshit! Take turns. Do me at the same time. I don’t give a fuck what you do, just do it. ”
We all laugh. All four of us. The sound in that frigid black wood is hideous.
“Gentleman’s agreement,” Bohnes repeats, adjusting himself in a way that makes Scarlett groan. “Meaning what?”
“If we need her, we take her. Even if someone else is with her. Nothing keeps us away from our wife—not even each other.” I exhale, my breath puffing out in a white cloud.
The smoke from the burn barrel trails through the trees in a line of morbid gray, reminding me how close to the grave we all really are.
“If we need her, we take her,” Ash whispers, shoving up to his feet and pacing.
He unsheathes his sword and swings it, burying the blade in the trunk of a tree.
Releasing the weapon, he walks over to us and drops to his own knees on Scarlett’s left.
He’s breathing so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if he passed out.
He has no pupils, just blotches of impossible black in the center of bright white irises.
Fuck, this guy. I wanted him dead and here I am, getting ready to gangbang the only person I’ve ever loved alongside him.
Ash and I catch each other’s attention as Bohnes works himself in and out of Scarlett, nice and slow. The sound hits me right in the dick, engorging my already stiff organ and filling it with all the blood I can’t shed right now. Instead of murder, it’s sex. One vice traded for another.
“You all want me at the same time?” Scarlett challenges around a husky little laugh. “Do your worst.”
On her right, Alexei is silent as he wraps gloved fingers around his own neck.
There’s a war playing out on his face. Avoid the germs or join a hot fuck?
That’s a problem with an easy solution. I’m not lucky enough to think he’ll pass on the night’s activities.
There’s a settled expectation in his pale eyes; he’s taken this marriage seriously and intends to consummate it.
“I hope you’re more than just talk, Scarlett,” I say huskily, wetting my lips. The forest is turning me feral. I feel even more unhinged out here than I do in the middle of the city. I’m not suited to that urban chaos. I need quiet places to sort out my shit.
“Talk?” she repeats sarcastically, lifting her head to glare at me. Beads of sweat cling enticingly to her full lips. “I’ll take all four of you, no problem. But by the time I’m done making my rounds, be prepared to get it up again.”
I laugh at her naive audacity. She isn’t a man.
She doesn’t get it. I see in Ash’s eyes, in Alexei’s, in Bohnes’, exactly what I feel on the inside.
We’re all trapped by the same dark magic, twisted up in the legend that is Scarlett Force.
She has no clue what she’s saying when she makes declarations like that. She has no idea how much we want her.
Offering us free use is a mistake.
“Yeah?” I finish undoing my pants, pulling the painful hardness of my cock out and exposing it to the night air.
Scarlett goes almost cross-eyed trying to look at it as I take hold of her hair, guiding my salty wet head to her lips and tracing her mouth with the tip.
“So that’s how it’s going to be? You really want to kick that door open and subject yourself to that? ”
“You—” she starts as I shove my hips forward, impaling her on my aching dick.
Fuuuuuuuck.
Ash lets out a strangled sound, dropping his forehead to the ground and covering his head with both arms. He lets out a scream in the dirt and then surges back up, shoving his pants down and taking one of Scarlett’s hands.
He wraps her fingers around his cock, sitting splay-legged with his bare ass in the dirt and his pants at his ankles.
Alexei turns and walks away like he’s going to run.
He doesn’t even make it out of the clearing, spinning on his heel and returning to Scarlett’s right side.
His expression is cold, like it was when he blew the brains out of Ernest Bolin’s son.
He replaces the single glove he’s wearing with a new one, leaving his inked hand bare.
It’s the black latex palm he uses as a cage for his dick, pushing his sweatpants down and taking hold of it. Alexei grunts as he realizes how inadequate those fingers are going to feel with Scarlett right here in front of him. Tempting him.
“Just a warm up,” he says casually, like we’re friends shooting the shit together. “If I don’t take some of the burden off, my wife won’t have a single moment to herself.”
Hah.
“If you guys are anything like me, then it’s never enough,” I growl.
Easing my hips forward, I adjust my hold on Scarlett’s hair to tilt her head back, opening her throat for me.
It’s warm and hot and just dangerous enough to rile me.
If she were so inclined, she could clamp her teeth down and sever my dick.
“Sex all day, every day, would be my preference.”
“Tiny breaks for murder.” Bohnes lifts up a pair of black-nailed fingers and measures out a centimeter in the air. His blue eyes look black at the moment. His voice is tumbled graveyard dirt. “If Scarlett says she wants to be fucked from sunup to sundown, you don’t argue with her, Widow.”
“Felt wrong not to warn her about what’s coming,” I shoot back.
The three of us moan as we use Scarlett’s body, leaving Alexei as the odd man out.
With a violent Russian curse, he thrusts madly into his fist, using the closest tree to keep himself upright.