Chapter 21 Sandra
SANDRA
Badass is talking to Natalie in the background at the other end of the phone call. He split off and went straight home to her after everything was over so she’d hear the news directly from him.
“Shhh! I’m on the phone with Sandra,” she hisses.
“Breathe, Nat. I’m at the club and I’m fine. They have everything under control. I’ll be back tomorrow and we can talk, okay?”
“A real talk, promise?”
“Promise.”
I hang up and toss my phone onto the couch beside me.
Beast and I are waiting in his room for Zero and Piston to get back.
Zero is reporting to Eagle-eye, and Piston is off doing something I probably don’t want to know about, but nobody seems worried.
I don’t think I took a single full breath until he locked the door behind us.
"I need to take a shower. I have—” Blood all over me.
“Whatever you need, baby. There are towels under the sink and you can use anything you find in there. Want me to put on a pot of coffee? I can order food.”
“Coffee sounds good. Not going to offer to scrub my back?” I ask, mostly kidding.
He’s standing next to the arm of the couch and looks down, clearly worried but also a little curious. “Do you want me to?”
Do I?
“Not this time, but can I take a rain check?”
He flicks the center of my forehead with a laugh. “Always.”
I have a twinge of panic when I close the door to his tiny bathroom, but I take a deep breath and do a half-ass job of working through the exercises my therapist taught me the first time around.
I can see that this room is nothing like the one I locked myself into.
I can hear Beast moving around getting the coffee going.
I turn on the sink and feel the cold water running over my fingers.
I hated every moment of therapy when they forced it on me in rehab, but annoyingly enough it did help.
His shower is small but functional, and has plenty of hot water.
I don’t trust the woodland mountain double-carbon shampoo and body wash combo in my hair, but it feels good to scrub everything off my skin even if I’m just using my hands.
By the time I'm done and wrapped up in one of his fluffy towels, I'm feeling a million times better.
At least until I glance at the clothes I was wearing, and wince.
After making sure the towel is tightly wrapped and tucked in place, I leave the bathroom and inhale the glorious scent of fresh coffee.
“Beast? You guys do laundry I suppose, right? I mean, I’ve never thought about it, but is there like a Screaming Eagles laundromat? ”
“No, we do a ritual clothes burning once a week to help escort the souls of those we kill to Valhalla.” He looks straight at me without a hint of humor on his face.
“Shut up!”
Beast laughs. “Yes, we have a laundry room. A couple of them, actually. Leave what you want washed in the shower and I’ll deal with it later.” He crosses the room and fishes a hoodie out of his dresser. “Here.”
I duck back into the bathroom, and when I come out, Zero is here sitting on the couch. They're in quiet conversation as Beast pours some coffee, but it stops the moment I come out.
“You two didn’t waste any time, did you?” Zero says with a smirk.
I scrunch my nose at Zero and curl up on the couch, tucking one leg underneath me and into Beast’s hoodie.
Pants would be nice, but wearing this is like having an oversized sweater dress anyway.
It’s black with the Screaming Eagles logo on the back and a zipper down the front.
More importantly, it’s comfy and smells a little like the body wash that I now know he uses.
“Milk and sugar?” Beast asks.
“Yup, plenty of both, please.”
"You okay?" Zero runs the backs of his fingers gently up and down my neck. It feels nice. "Rough day."
"Yeah." I accept the steaming mug from Beast and let the heat ground me. "Maybe Natalie was right to be so worried about me getting mixed up with the club."
“Do you really think that?” Beast sits down on my other side and rests a hand on my exposed thigh. I look down at his fingers, thinking about how easy it would be for him to slip them underneath the hoodie.
I shrug. “No. Or maybe, kinda. I think it’s okay to worry, but when I was talking to my boss before all this happened, I realized that I’m never not going to be mixed up in it.
My family is here, and I’ve seen too much to pretend that the world is full of simple answers.
It would be nice if this was my last time almost getting killed by a gang because of an ex, though.
” I shiver at the thought. “So when am I getting that spanking?”
Zero and Beast share a look.
It’s Zero who moves first. He plucks the coffee out of my hands and puts it down on the table. “Is that something you want?”
“No—” I’d been kidding because of what Zero said earlier, but I pause, not as sure anymore. I wet my lips. “Not today, but maybe a distraction would be nice?”
"Yeah?" Zero leans in to nibble the top of my ear. "You think you're ready for that?"
I swing my legs out from under the hoodie. "I think I might be."
He grabs the inside of my thigh, opposite Beast's. I’m very aware of my lack of underwear and every inch between their fingers and my pussy.
"I think we can think of something." He puts a kiss behind my ear, then slowly makes his way down my jaw.
I tilt my head back to give him access to my throat and then my collar bone.
He pinches the zipper between his fingers and gives me a significant look.
A last check to make sure I'm okay with where this is going.
It's not even a question. I nod, holding my breath as he begins to tug.
Zero pulls the zipper down so, so slowly.
Every bit of skin he exposes, he kisses, licks, or nips, making me hiss in surprise.
His fresh stubble tickles my skin as he explores the valley between my breasts.
As he exposes my nipples, he climbs first one breast to lick and nibble before exploring the next.
And while he's there, Beast leans in to take the first in mouth, his beard brushing across my sensitive breast.
Now that I've learned what it's like to have more than one set of hands and mouths on my body, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to go back.
I twine my fingers into Beast's thick hair on one side, and grip what I can get of Zero's shorter hair so I can give him a not so subtle push downwards.
His soft chuckle skirts over my nipple, giving me chills.
He kisses down the underside of my breast and onto my rib cage, dragging the zipper further and further down, exposing more and more of me. My heart flutters as he closes on exactly where I want him.
Centering his kisses, he trails them over my skin, pausing briefly to dip his tongue into my belly button and flick my piercing, before continuing on downwards.
Eventually he runs out of zipper and the hoodie falls wide open.
They look at me like they want to devour every bit.
Like they’ve never seen something they want so much.
It's enough to make a girl feel good about herself.
I got to sample Beast and Piston's skills last time, so I spread my legs, eager for Zero's turn to make me come. I reach out to give his head a nudge.
“Pushy. I like it.”
“You’re the one who said bad girls take what they want,” I tease.
He smirks and grabs my wrists in his big hands, handing them to Beast. "Wanna hold these for me? Our girl thinks she can boss us around."
With a wide grin, Beast takes them and pins my arms against the wall behind my head, arching my breasts out while Zero captures my thighs and pushes my knees towards my chest. "Hope you're ready." His voice drips with dirty promise that has me tilting my hips for him.
He drops to his knees in front of the couch, and while looking right up at me, extends his tongue and presses it gently against my folds. Then he just holds it there, his bright blues twinkling with amusement.
I wiggle my hips, trying to make his tongue touch right where I want it, but pinned down by Beast, I can't really move much. I groan in frustration.
He moves. Just a little, but he flicks his tongue against my slick skin. "Fucking delicious," he says, then does it again. I close my eyes and try to get closer again. "Sit still. I run this show." His voice is an order this time.
“Then raise the curtains already,” I grumble, but stay still, growing more and more frustrated by the second.
He smacks the outside of my thigh, a small sting that makes me think about his spanking threat again, but then he distracts me by sliding his tongue between my folds and dipping it inside.
He uses the flat of it, pressing and rubbing over my tingling clit.
And there he stays, letting the pressure build, stoking the fires inside me until I'm convinced I'm going to burn up.
My back arches, pressing my ass into the cushion and my shoulders into the couch back as I strain against Beast's iron grip.
I try to squeeze my thighs together, but Zero doesn't budge either.
I come hard, trapped between the two of them, pulling at their grip as throaty moans force their way out of me, my breaths raw and ragged.
My world boils down to just me and Zero's amazing tongue.
When my orgasm finally runs its course, I melt into the couch, heart pounding like I just won a triathlon. "Holy shit," I get out between gasps.
It takes a moment before I realize my hands are free.
I brush my hair out of my face. When I open my eyes again, I find Zero smirking at me while he removes his pants.
I almost want to say something snarky, but he did do a good job, dammit.
His shirt is already off, revealing those washboard abs of his.
The way his muscles play as he moves is hypnotic.