Chapter Twenty-Eight
Raven.
Simon Hoover’s funeral is shitter than Tyler’s was. Hardly anyone but close family and maybe a handful of Syndicate members showed up due to the gravity of what they found after his death.
It’s being held at Mr. Hoover’s estate in Maine, a familial cemetery in the backyard, and there’s a few paparazzi standing outside of his gates, just waiting to see who would be associated with such a gruesome person. I’m not here for that. I’m not even here for Jonas.
No, I’m here for myself. And Sabrina. Her new fiancé stands behind her, but I thread the tips of my gloved fingers with hers.
No one is crying as he’s lowered into the ground.
Nobody drops the white rose they’re holding into the ground.
I step forward, and drop my red one, turning and going to stand behind a tree, away from view, watching the snow fall as one by one, they drop their white roses into the grave, and turn to leave.
Nobody staying behind for a meeting.
Nobody grieving.
Good fucking riddance.
For the first time, I feel like I did a good thing.
No, guilt hasn’t eaten away at me, but as I stare off into the distance, loving the scenery, wishing Maverick were here to enjoy the silence of the cemetery with me, I swear I see a hooded figure behind the trees, hiding from me .
Olly-Olly Oxen Free! I shout in my head at my shadow.
I swear their head pops up as if they heard me, but soon they disappear between the naked, bare trees, their branches heavy and dipping from the ice and snow.
This game of hide-and-seek we’re playing is exhausting and I’m ready to either kill them – or die trying to.
“Raven?”
I drop my smirk before lifting my gaze to find Sabrina’s green cat eyes on me. I’m sad to see the only pink she’s wearing is her leather gloves. I arch a brow in her direction, having lost Shadow to the trees.
“You did this, didn’t you?”
I blink, my heart stopping in my chest, my eyes bounce between hers and then up at her beau, back to hers.
“If he did this to you… if Simon were the one…”
I get it. It’s hard to fathom someone so soft-spoken and nice like Simon could have done something so disgusting to those poor girls…
They all hid so well, didn’t they? Each motherfucker that made me like this, that took pleasure in hearing me scream and beg, that broke my bones, my brain, that took away my voice – they hid in plain fucking sight.
I slowly blink up at her… and smirk.
With a soft gasp, she turns, and takes my hand in hers, really grasping it. “Good.” She says. We watch the gravediggers begin to shovel the snow and soil over Simon’s coffin in silence. She squeezes my hand as Jonas joins us.
And my heart starts beating again.
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I wake up sideways to that glorious sensation of Damon thrusting between my thighs, but this time, someone’s fingers are rubbing at my clit from behind.
I can hear the shower running in the bathroom, but soon my focus is back on the fingers strumming my swollen nub, and the way Damon pumps into me so achingly slow .
“There you go, come all over Daddy Damon’s cock, baby.” Jonas encourages me, his voice in my ear, so soothing, scooting closer to me. He’s hard, his chest pressed against my naked back. Even with all those firm muscles he’s so soft and warm.
“What did I tell you about calling me that?” Damon grunts when I clench around his hard length.
“Not to call you that until you’ve fucked me.”
“Is that what you want? For me to fuck you?”
Jonas stays quiet, fingertips still tapping against my clit. “Only if I’m inside of her. I want to feel that. Would you like that baby? For Damon to fuck me while I fuck you?”
“God, yes,” I rasp out, imagining the weight of both of them on me.
Where there should be jealousy, all I have is curiosity.
I reach up to kiss Damon, pulling his head to mine, letting myself taste as I take his kiss, brutal and needy, turning to kiss Jonas just the same, and when I think about pulling away, Damon joins, their tongues sliding against mine.
I pull away slowly, watching them kiss above me, reaching behind me to stroke Jonas’ dick and he moans into Damon’s mouth.
He swallows it, stilling inside of me, gripping my thigh so roughly I almost miss when they pull away, panting.
Jonas bites his lower lip, gazing at Damon with desire in his autumn eyes.
I kiss beneath his jaw. So masculine, my demigod.
Even in the soft glow of my purple sleep light, I can see the chiseled structure of his features, the way his jaw ticks, the saliva Damon left behind on his lips and I want to catch it on my tongue.
I want to feel what he’s talking about.
Damon slips out of me, tapping the tip of his cock on my clit lazily, and in a silent conversation they have, I’m turned on my back, the mattress both soft and firm beneath my spine.
Jonas drapes my legs over his forearms and slips into me.
Moaning at how beautiful he feels inside my pussy, how splayed out I am for him, he leans to kiss me, and I lose myself in the taste of Damon on his lips and him.
“It might hurt. But I’ll make sure to open you up first. ”
Jonas pulls away from my lips. “Just do it. I want that. I want to try… with you.” He moves, barely thrusting.
I hear the soft ‘click’ of Jonas’ nightstand lube opening and the snap of a condom while he keeps torturing me with slow strokes, “Fuck baby. I might come before he even gets inside, you feel so fucking good.” He whines and I see Damon from over his shoulder.
But then he stops momentarily, then groans, “Oh fuck, Damon .”
“Shh, Pup. Just stretching you.”
I wish I could see what’s happening, but I’m also glad I’m right where I am. I put arms around Jonas, raking my nails down his back, loving that I graze Damon’s fingers that are splayed out over it.
“Oh fuck…” he grimaces.
“You’re doing so well, fuck yourself on my fingers while you fuck our Little Love. Take your time. I’m so hard and you’re too tight.”
His soft whines turn into moans as Damon’s praise reaches our ears, his soft kiss turning harsh. “Oh, baby, this feels so fucking good. I’m gonna go crazy. Damon, please-“
“Just one more. I need to make sure I fit. I’m not small.”
Jonas grimaces again and soon, “Oh fuck me,” he lets out a breath.
“Can you imagine it, Little Bird, I fuck Jonas while Maverick fucks you from below and you suck off our Pup?”
My eyes roll to the back of my head, already so close to combusting, but I don’t want to miss a thing. “Yes,” I mewl.
“Oh god, Damon, please just-“
“Already begging for me, Pup?”
I feel the shiver that runs down Jonas’ spine and I hold him closer. The shower is still running, and I wish Maverick were here, but all I can do is stay where I am, enjoying what’s happening.
“Breathe-“
“Oh my…” Jonas groans as Damon comes closer into view over his shoulder .
“Goddamn your ass is so fucking tight. Nobody’s been in here before?” The muscles in his jaw flex.
Jonas shakes his head.
“ Good .” Damon growls and then I feel it, not only the weight of him on us but the first full thrust that makes Jonas keen. “Now fuck our girl, take your time, and take every inch of me.”
Another shiver and Jonas put his weight back on me, kissing me, his tongue so deep in my mouth I can feel the vibrations of every moan and I spread my thighs wider, needing to feel his pubis on my throbbing clit.
“Play with yourself, Amourette. Jonas needs to feel you come for him.” Damon orders and I take my arm from around Jonas’ torso and reach between us, rubbing my clit in tight circles. My hips rock to their own accord, the pressure in my core so fucking brilliant I’m running red-hot.
“Oh my god!”
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, Jonas!”
He shifts, fucking into me harder, groaning with each thrust, sweat accumulating between us and Damon grunts behind him. Then the power in Jonas’ thrusts and his moans change.
“That’s it, Pup. I can feel how close you are.”
“Raven, Raven baby, please – I need you.”
“I love you, Jonas.”
“Oh fuck, again baby. I’m so close. It feels too good; Damon’s cock is so big.”
“I love you.” It never changes. Even with Damon so deep in him I can feel his thrusts through Jonas’, it’ll never change. This won’t make us different.
“Doing so good, Pup.” Damon praises.
“Jonas, please, I love you. I need-“
But he knows what I need, too. His hips piston faster, deeper, the look in his eyes wild, and he fucks harder, that red-hot feeling turns blinding and I fucking let go as Damon grunts one final time, every muscle in my body tenses, liquid heat flying out of me and Jonas pulses inside me, shivering with every squeeze of my pussy and he drops his full weight on me.
“You know…” we all turn to face Maverick as Damon slips out of Jonas and Jonas withdraws from me. “If you wanted to break up with me you could’ve just said so.” He says with a grin, looking at what has to be, the most outlandish shit one could walk into after a shower.
“Sir…” I whisper hoarsely, stretching an arm out to him and he comes to me while Jonas and Damon do what they need to and I close my aching thighs, saddling up beside my professor.
“Thirsty?” he asks, once I’m nestled into his embrace.
I nod my head sleepily.
“Open.”
I part my lips and open, Maverick lets his saliva drip down into my mouth, and I swallow it. I still wish I knew the exact moment I became such a filthy slut drinking my lover’s spit and cum, but I don’t care.
“There, now you have a piece of me in your body, too.” He smirks, reaching to rub at my stomach. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up. I have a lot of course planning to do today and I’ll need you to warm my cock for the majority of the day.”
I feel my heart swell with joy that he wants me with him today.
He’s been closed off in the office a lot these past few days since he shot Arlo, not really speaking to any of us. But I’m sure that’s his way of compartmentalizing everything.
“You can’t just take her for a whole day.” Jonas gripes but Damon shakes his head at him.
“I said the majority of it. Plus, we’ll still be in the house. Are you dancing tonight?” Maverick asks.
I shake my head and lift my hands. Simon’s gone. There’s no need for me to dance anymore. I’ve already resigned.
“Good.” He replies with a grunt. “Once you’re all showered, I need you all to come down to the office. I need to show you Clarissa Hoover’s interview.”
“You had access to that?” Jonas asks what we're all wondering .
“I was able to get access to the transcripts, yes.”
“How?”
“Officer Smythe. Seems like there’s more people out there that want the Syndicate dismantled and eradicated.” He gets out of bed, and I follow.
We all shower pretty quickly, meeting Mav in the study, sitting shirtless behind the desk. Steam slowly rises from a mug of coffee beside the paperwork he’s shifting through, pen to his lips, tapping. I go to sit in his lap and his hand immediately rests where my hip and thigh meet.
Jonas and Damon sit in front of the desk, and we wait for Maverick to start but he gives them copies of the papers he’s looking at. “Page six.”
They flip, and I begin to read the transcript as well.
Off. Storm: Pretty convenient you didn’t drink a drop and were able to drive to the scene of the crime.
C. Hoover: He ordered me not to drink before the party. He was going to be schmoozing with his former frat buddies and networking. And it wasn’t the scene of the crime! It was our home away from home!
Off. Storm: We found the strawberry lip gloss in your car.
C. Hoover: Yes! I use it when I go… when I’m out without him, which is a lot. He’s hardly ever home and when he is… it’s like he’s a ghost. He doesn’t exist even when he’s at home. He hated me.
Off. Storm: Explains the failed epi-pen.
C. Hoover: I grabbed the wrong one, okay? It was a mistake. Another reason he hated me – I can be dumb sometimes when I panic.
Off. Storm: We saw the CCTV footage from inside your home, Mrs. Hoover. You stood there while he was gasping for breath .
C. Hoover: *sniffs* I thought about it, okay? I thought about it for two seconds –
Off. Storm: Fifteen. You had fifteen seconds where you could’ve saved him but instead you kicked at his body.
C. Hoover: I nudged at him. I didn’t kick him. And I called you immediately!
Off. Storm: Let’s look at the facts – you grabbed the wrong epi-pen.
When you came back, you had two chances to save him, Mrs. Hoover – one, with the new epi-pen, the second, was performing basic lifesaving skills – CPR.
CPR with a round of the antihistamine could have saved your husband’s life, instead you got down on the ground, and you waited until he stopped breathing.
C. Hoover: *heavy breathing*
Off. Hoover: There’s also these exchanges of texts between him and his father. ‘I think Clarissa is trying to kill me.’
C. Hoover: I would never! I made a mistake, okay! I would never! I would- oh my god, I’m going to throw up!
Off. Hoover: Get a custodian in here. Clarissa Hoover, you’re under arrest for the murder of Simon Hoover, you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand?
C. Hoover: Yes, I understand.
“What does this mean for us?” Damon asks.
“It means Mrs. Hoover will be going down for manslaughter because she chose not to save her husband when she could have. I’m sure with the money she has, her parents can afford a great attorney, and she’ll get a five-year sentence maximum on account of stupidity.
But if anything points back to us, which I believe it won’t, Raven or Jonas could go down for attempted manslaughter. ”
I shiver in his hold.
“But my good girl got rid of all the evidence, didn’t she?” Mav asks, rubbing my thigh.
I nod. All of the bottles of wine that were used, we watched the trash company pick it up the day after Christmas from Damon’s access to the security feed at the Monroe mansion.
“That’s it, then?” Jonas asks.
Maverick bobs his head pensively, looking at me because he knows how I feel about this. I lean down to kiss him softly. “That’s it.”
But it doesn’t feel like ‘it’ at all.