23. Tino
My phone beeps,and I glance down in time to see the text. I frown as the picture loads after it.
She’s mine, too, fuckers.>
The picture sends a shot of pure fury and lust straight to my veins. I’m not sure which one wins out, but it’s a heady fucking battle between them, for sure.
Mackenzie is on her knees, her ass raised, her upper body taut as her arms are tied, above her head and spread to the sides, attached to the headboard. Her legs are spread, and, hanging down, protruding obscenely from her red, puffy pussy is a fucking hairbrush.
Mack’s ass, thighs, and hairbrush are covered in the thick, creamy ropes of Kirill’s cum.
She looks degraded, and beautiful, and I want to go and mark her with my own offering, because fuck him, but why does Kirill always think he’s the one who gets to proverbially piss on his territory?
I don’t even understand why he felt the need to send the message. I don’t really care that he fucked Mack. It’s up to her who she screws among us and when, but taking that picture and sending it with that shitty message is fucked up.
Dom isn’t like me. He needs to think he’s in charge, and he’s going to lose his shit when he sees this.
Kirill just threw a fucking grenade into the room and shouted boom, the utter asshole.
I hesitate, unsure what to do. Do I call Dom and talk him down? Or call Kirill and try to figure out what he’s playing at.
Why the fuck do I feel like I’m stuck in the middle?
My gaze darts to my nightstand drawer. I need something to even me out before I deal with all this shit. Why the hell can’t everyone get along? I never wanted to take part in a dick-swinging contest, even though I know I’d be the one who’d win.
My thoughts go to Mackenzie as well. Does she know Kirill took this photograph of her and sent it to us? Is she going to be angry with Kirill, too? I thought that was more like something I’d do.
I open the drawer and take out my bottle of pills. I unscrew the cap and pick one out, and then hesitate and shake a second into my palm. I need them, I tell myself. The pain is bad—it’s always bad—and if I’ve got to function like a normal human being, then I need my meds.
I toss them into my mouth and dry swallow.
Instantly, I feel better, even though I know the medication can’t have worked so quickly. The knot of anxiety in my chest loosens, and my muscles relax. The buzzing in my head—like my brain is filled with a million mosquitos—also subsides. Sometimes it feels as though I’ve got insects crawling under my skin and through my veins. I catch myself scratching at my skin, clawing my nails in to try to rid myself of an irritant that doesn’t even exist.
I wonder what the others would say if they knew just how deep I was getting into this shit. Nothing good. The longer it goes on, the deeper the hole I’m digging gets. I’m not sure how I’m going to find a way out of it, or even if I want to. A part of me just wants to be left alone with my bottle of pills, but I don’t want to disappoint my friends.
Screw them. I can do what I want. If they’re going to fuck everything up, at least I can still turn to the pills.
My heart wrenches at the thought. I don’t mean that, really. I’d be lost without them—without Mackenzie, too. Right now, they’re the only thing that’s occupying my thoughts and stopping me thinking twenty-four-seven about the Oxy. Losing myself in Mackenzie definitely helps, but only while I’m with her. As soon as the high from climaxing has worn off, I’m thinking about how long it’ll be before I can get my next hit.
My phone buzzes in my hand. A call from Dom is coming through.
With a sigh, I swipe the screen and answer. He speaks before even giving me the chance to say hi.
“What the fuck is Kill playing at?”
I try to keep things reined in. “He’s got a lot of shit going on right now. He’s not thinking straight.”
“He’ll not be thinking straight when I punch his head so hard that he does a fucking good impression of that kid from The Exorcist.”
“He’s trying to get a rise out of us.”
“Why?”
“Fucked if I know, D. I guess he’s worried about all this shit going on with his dad.”
Dom’s frustration is clear down the phone. “What the hell has all that got to do with us and Mackenzie?”
“I don’t know. Has something happened that’ll piss him off?” I realize I probably should have spoken to Kenzie first. She was there, after all. She’d have known if Kirill had been upset about something.
Dom hesitates and then says, “I spent the night in her bed. All night. I slept with my cock buried inside her. Fuck, it was incredible.”
I close my eyes briefly and drag my hand through my hair. It’s getting too long and could do with a wash.
“Yeah,” I say on an exhale. “That’ll do it. I spent the whole night with her at the motel, now you slept in her room. He’s fucking jealous.”
“He doesn’t have anything to be jealous of. He can spend the night with her if he wants. He could have her tonight. It’s not like we’ve done it deliberately to piss him off. It just kind of happened that way.”
“Well, I think Mackenzie will probably want a say in that,” I point out. “It’s not like she’s a fucking timeshare.”
“You know what I mean,” he grumbles. “Look, I’m going to go and find them both. I assume they’ll still be together, since he had her trussed up like a goddamned turkey. It looks like the photograph was taken in her room.”
I move the phone away from my ear and check it again. It’s hard not to focus on the image of the handle of the hairbrush plugged into Mackenzie’s cunt. I know Kirill took it to piss us off, but it’s a picture I’ll be hanging on to. My cock is already hard just looking at it, and the effect of the pills is starting to take hold, giving me a nice buzz. I spread my fingertips across the screen, zooming in on the part that has captured my attention. Fuck, yes. That single image is far hotter than any kind of gang-bang porn I might find on the internet.
A voice draws my attention, and I remember D is still on the line. I’ve completely forgotten about him.
I clear my throat. “Yeah, it looks like her room.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
He ends the call.
I glance down at my sweatpants, and the way the front is now outlined by my cock. There is no way I can walk down the corridor with this thing standing out. My dick is a monster, and I’ll terrify anyone I come across.
I reopen the photograph of Kenzie, and then yank my sweatpants down, over the top of my erection, and around my thighs. I lean over the bed and grab a bottle of lube, tip some of it into my palm, and then go to work on myself.
With the phone with Mackenzie’s picture on it in one hand, and my cock in the other, I run my hand up and down my shaft, pausing to flick at the piercings at the underside of my cock, especially the ones closest to the head.
The whole time I milk myself, my gaze is locked on that image of her. I’ve had her for real, so it’s not hard picturing that the hand around my dick is hers. Aware I’m short on time, I move my hand faster. My balls pull in tight, my abs locked in, my thighs trembling. I know I’m going to come, that it’s only moments away. I imagine myself going to Mackenzie’s room only to find neither Kirill nor Dom there, and her still tied up exactly like in the photo. I don’t even care if she’s covered in Kirill’s cum; I’ll still take her. Maybe I could slide out the hairbrush, and replace it with my cock, and fuck her in the ass with the hairbrush instead.
That’s all it takes. With a lengthy groan that comes from deep in my chest, I give in to my release. My cock jerks in my hand, and hot, milky cum splatters over my bed. I don’t even care that I’ve made a mess. It’ll dry.
I slump back, and the phone drops from my fingers and hits the mattress. I close my eyes briefly, aware I could give in to sleep right now. I’m kind of wasted, and I don’t really want to go and deal with other people’s shit. But then I give myself a shake and force myself to stand up. I don’t want to leave Mack stuck in the middle of Dom and Kirill if things are going to go south.
I tuck myself away and go to the bathroom to wash my hands and splash some water on my face. Then I shove my feet into some sneakers and head up to Mackenzie’s room.
Dom is already there. Mack is sitting on the bed, her face in her hands. There’s a bad kind of vibe in here, and I don’t like it.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Dom glances over at me. “Kirill’s gone to meet his dad.”
Suddenly, this whole thing takes a completely different shape. “Oh, fuck.”
Will he come back?
“Do you know where?” I ask Mack.
She lifts her head and screws up her pretty nose. “I can’t remember. Somewhere in town. I know he told me, but I didn’t think to memorize the name of the place.”
I look to Dom. “It’s not like town is a big place. Think we can find him? We might spot his car, at least.”
“And then what? We gonna step in and get ourselves shot, too?”
Mackenzie’s blue eyes go round. “He’s not going to get shot, is he? I mean, his father wouldn’t ask him to come to a public place if that was what he had in mind. There will be witnesses.”
I bite my lower lip. “I’m not sure a man like Grigoriy Stepanov gives a fuck about witnesses.”
“Maybe the asshole deserves it if his father does shoot him,” Dom snaps. “It’ll serve him right for fucking with us.”
“You don’t mean that,” I say.
Dom glares back. “Don’t I?”
“No. Kill’s got a lot of shit to deal with right now.”
Dom scoffs. “We’ve all got a lot of shit to deal with.”
I bunch my fists. I don’t want to get into this. The guys have no idea how bad my addiction to the Oxy has gotten, and Mackenzie doesn’t even know I take meds. A wave of shame washes over me, heating my face. What would she say if she knew? Would she decide she wants nothing to do with me? I mean, she’s on meds herself, but even I’m not dumb enough to try to convince myself that it’s in any way the same.
“We need to find him.”
Mackenzie gets to her feet. “I’m coming, too.”
At the same time, Dom and I say, “No, you’re not.”
She folds her arms across her chest. “Since when are either of you the boss of me?”