Fox #6
Kai’s thumb beneath the leather. That tiny adjustment after he’d pulled it tight enough to hurt.
The son of a bitch left me a way out.
Or Rooke told him to.
Neither of them seems to have noticed, but that doesn’t mean they don’t know. This entire things is a trap built from my own choices.
I shift in my seat, my legs bracing to stand…until my hand slides onto my crotch and squeezes.
A jolt of deep, electric pleasure sparks to the base of my spine. I give my cock another hard squeeze, and barely hold back a whimper.
I want nothing more than to take out my dick and cover them in cum.
…you’ll have to wait for my permission…
Fuck.
Fuck!
I grip my cock with a shaking hand, so hard it hurts, and mutter, “You can come,” through clenched teeth. “You can all come.”
And then—Lord help me—I look at Rooke, waiting for him to say it.
He’s got me doing it too.
But he says nothing.
Kai surrenders first. His groan doesn’t sound much different from the rest, but Rooke and Haven must recognize it by now.
“Open your mouth, slut.”
Haven drops down on Rooke’s lap, gasping as she takes his entire length. But she’s already turning to Kai, and her mouth falls open as Rooke’s hand slows, his fingers tightening even more on Kai’s shaft.
Cum spurts out of Kai’s cock and hits Haven’s outstretched tongue, her chin, even her hair. Kai’s orgasm is silent, even graceful—eyes closed and face locked in pure ecstasy. Rooke twists his hand, urging the last drops from Kai’s swollen cock as his hips stutter and jerk.
Haven sucks the crown of Kai’s cock into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as he gives a final shudder.
When Kai’s knees give in and he sinks down to the floor, Rooke grabs his hair. “You’re not done yet, boy. Spread our little slut’s ass for me.”
Kai obeys with trembling arms, sending sweat-drenched hair out of his face with a flick of his neck.
Rooke pulls out of Haven’s cunt, positions her a little lower, and eases her down on his cock.
Her body trembles, then begins to shake as Rooke slowly claims inch after inch of her asshole.
“Fill her up,” Rooke says, and for a second, I think he’s talking to me. Encouraging me to take out my cock and push it into Haven’s wet, tight little pussy so I can finally taste a sliver of this hedonistic trip they’ve taken me on.
But then Kai thrusts his fingers into Haven’s cunt, and starts fingering her in time with Rooke’s cock in her asshole, and I remember I’m just a spectator after all.
Kai’s other hand goes to her clit. He uses the heel of his palm to grind against her, and she alternates gasping in pain and moaning in pleasure as the two men grind her trembling body between them.
“No, fuck, please stop,” Haven whimpers. “Please, Bash, I can’t take it.”
But she’s bucking her hips as much as she can, feverish eyes rolling before fixing on me. “Please make them stop!” she begs through clenched teeth.
“Don’t listen to her.” Rooke’s voice has gone rough at the edges. “She’s just a greedy, desperate brat who can’t get enough of our cocks.”
“No, please, I mean it, I can’t take it!” Blue eyes filled with dread stare me down. And, Lord, I believe her…until the corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk. Her voice falters at just the right place as she whispers, “Please, Deputy, save me.”
“Harder,” I grit out, furious at these three and their sick mind games. “Fuck her as hard as you can. I want to hear her scream.”
Rooke grabs her shoulders and shoves down. Haven lets out a wordless shriek, her hands turning into claws. She sinks one into Rooke’s thigh, the other into Kai’s shoulder.
Neither man seems to notice. Rooke is too busy fucking her asshole with all his strength, and Kai’s ramming his fingers into her cunt like he hates her.
Blood wells up where her nails pierce their skin, and still they don’t stop.
I watch, open mouthed, as Kai dips his head and sucks her clit into his mouth, then between his teeth.
Haven comes with a scream. Her nails rip through their skin as her body convulses.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my God, fuck!” She writhes and bucks on Rooke’s lap, flashing me glimpses of his soaked cock and Kai’s wet fingers as she impales her cunt, over and over again.
Her leg kicks out, catching me in the shin, and—
No!
No, no, no.
Not like this, not—
I come.
In my fucking pants.
Like a goddamn teenager.
The world whites out. I’m distantly aware of Haven garbling wordlessly, of the wet smacking sound as Rooke and Kai keep fucking her past her climax and into another one.
I land back on earth with ringing ears, just in time to see Rooke’s hands close over Haven’s tits. Her flesh oozes between his fingers as he grips her, slamming balls-deep into her ass.
He comes with a muted roar, and both Haven and Kai turn to look at him.
I’ve never felt more like an outsider in that moment. Like I’ve just stumbled into the hidden shrine of some cult and interrupted their most sacred, secret ritual.
But it isn’t Rooke’s control that cuts deepest.
It’s the way Kai lets him check every mark without being asked. The way Haven reaches for both men at once. The way they close around one another when the performance is over, secure in the knowledge that none of them has to explain what they need.
Lord, I’d join the Cult of Rooke in a heartbeat. The rapturous look on Kai and Haven’s faces makes me wish I already had.
Instead, I watch them fawn over him as he finally surrenders to his darkest desires…as if their own climaxes are already forgotten.
The envy hits me hard and fast, like a knife slipped between my ribs in a dark alley somewhere in Outbye. I try to push it away, but it only settles in deeper.
What I’d give to have just one day of this.
Not the kinky sex.
Someone knowing me—the most secret part of me—so well, that we didn’t need words anymore.
My heartbeat ticks in my ears as silence settles in the room.
Haven’s legs shake when Rooke gently pushes her off him. She stumbles a little as she heads over to the couch, before collapsing on it like she barely made it there in time.
Rooke strokes his hand over Kai’s head, then gently grasps his chin and tilts his head up. “Think I didn’t notice what happened on the couch, boy?”
Kai rolls his eyes.
“There will be consequences for both of you.” His voice is soft, but there’s still a note of authority. “Now be a good boy and go take care of our little Haven.”
Kai grumbles something under his breath as he stands. Before he can walk away, Rooke catches him by the wrist.
“Look at me.”
Kai does. The last of his defiance fades as Rooke studies his face, then checks the marks around his wrists and throat with gentle fingers.
“You with me, Kai?”
He swallows. Nods.
“Words.”
“I’m with you,” Kai croaks.
Rooke cups the back of his neck and draws him close, pressing his mouth to Kai’s forehead. “Then go see to our girl.”
He lumbers over to the couch with unsteady legs cradles Haven to his chest as he carries her into the bedroom. He locks eyes with me when he returns to close the bedroom door.
The near-permanent scowl he’d been wearing since I walked through the door earlier today is gone. He hesitates, flicks hair out of his face, and then raises a hand in a greeting before shutting the door.
When my eyes go back to Rooke, he’s watching me with an unreadable, heavy-lidded gaze. He doesn’t mention my untied hands.
“I’m delighted you came, Fox.” His mouth tilts, and that makes me laugh.
I’m still laughing when he adds, “Merry Christmas, Deputy.”
My legs feel shaky as I stand. Rooke catches my elbow, steadying me for only as long as necessary before letting go.
Thankfully, I’m wearing so many layers that nothing has seeped through my pants.
Yet.
But I’m not hanging around until it does.
Post-nut clarity arrived with instant sobriety. I don’t want to be here when Kai or Haven come back out of that room. Wouldn’t trust myself around them. Don’t even trust myself around Rooke right now.
Because despite everything, the thought spiraling through my mind right now is…
He’s off-guard. Wouldn’t be expecting anything from me. I could knock him out, tie him up, and put a call through to dispatch before either of his lovers come back.
Instead, I follow Rooke to the door.
“You coming, Bash?” Kai yells from the bedroom, voice muffled by the closed door. “Haven needs you to wash her hair!”
Bastian shrugs. “Duty calls.”
Another surge of envy tightens my jaw. Rooke must recognize it, because his expression softens at the edges.
“Think about what I said, Fox. The names on that list evaded justice. If you do your duty, who knows…” He puts a hand on my shoulder and gives he a hard squeeze. “Maybe next year there’ll be a present under our tree with your name on it.”
He opens the door, and I wince as the cold air hits me in the face like the punch I’d been considering landing on him earlier.
We don’t shake hands.
We don’t even say anything in the moment before I start trudging down the porch steps.
We don’t have to.
Guess there’s one person in the world who knows me. A piece of me, anyway. Enough that, sometimes, we don’t need words. It’s not enough, but it’s more than I had yesterday. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who—
I laugh sourly as I open my truck and fall into the driver’s seat. The cab rocks as I slam the door closed harder than I need.
I am a fucking idiot.
No one will ever know me the way those three people know each other. I’ve spent my entire life making sure of it. Can’t think of a single reason to change now.
Fox Thatcher is a closed book, and I plan on keeping it that way.
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