Chapter 10 #2
The exit creeps into view—a blue sign, a smaller road, a sagging gas station that looks like it’s been surviving on caffeine fumes and desperation for twenty years. Cassian pulls off the highway and into the cracked lot, parking near a pump.
One of the crows peels away to perch on the building’s sagging roof. The other lands on top of the flickering price sign.
Cassian kills the engine.
“Alright,” he says. “Fuel, food, bathroom. No one goes anywhere alone.”
He looks directly at me when he says it.
I lift my hands. “I know the drill. Buddy system, no wandering, no chatting with strangers in vans. I’ve been a woman for some time now.”
“Still,” he says. “Stay between me and Talon when we’re inside.”
Nathaniel adjusts his gloves. “I’ll pump the gas and watch the perimeter. Keep an eye out on Mark, too.”
We spill out of the car. Cold air knifes into my lungs, leaving a plastic-tasting chill behind. I ignore it and basically sprint toward the station. Talon falls into step beside me.
“Slow down, Little Grim,” he says.
“Can’t,” I snap. “Won’t.”
The bell above the door gives a sad little jingle when we step inside.
A woman behind the counter scrolls on her phone, chewing gum like it’s her job. She looks up, takes in the three of us, and then visibly decides she doesn’t care.
“Bathroom?” I ask.
She jerks her chin toward the back. “Key’s on the counter.”
Talon grabs it and flashes it at me. “C’mon.” He glances over his shoulder. “Cass, you coming?”
Cassian’s expression goes flat. “No. I’ll wait here.”
“What, are you fucking dumb? Come on, man,” Talon says.
I don’t know why, and honestly, I don’t care. Cassian’s bladder situation is his business. Besides, he’s a dude. He can pee just about anywhere without any inconvenience. I, on the other hand, actually need a bathroom.
I go in and leave them outside for just a moment. Just a moment. When I’m washing my hands at the sink and go to leave, the second I push the door open, I find them walking in after me, boxing me in.
“What’s up?” I ask.
My mind is already spiraling. There’s someone on us—or something. We need to hide in here and prepare for a fight. I don’t know. I’ve been running through every possible fucked-up scenario for the past couple of hours.
But no. That’s not what these two mean. Not even close.
“Hey, Skye,” Talon murmurs, leaning back against the door as it swings shut behind him. A finger hooks lazily around the keyring, the metal clinking softly. “Got a question for you.”
The way he looks at me sends heat crawling up my spine before I even hear the rest of it.
“What do you say to a quickie in this filthy gas station bathroom?” he continues, eyes flicking pointedly to Cassian. “You know. Just you and me. And this very tense, very hard-working soldier.”
My stomach flips.
God. Of course that’s what they mean.
I level Talon with a look, but my body betrays me instantly. My pulse skids lower.
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“I mean…” he purrs, voice dipping, deliberately lazy. “We could die tomorrow.”
Yup, just like always.
I look at Cassian.
He stares at me blankly at first, then glances to the side like he’s embarrassed he ever listened to Talon’s idea. But he doesn’t back out. Oh no.
When I wait long enough, he looks at me again and shrugs.
My pulse stutters.
“It’s filthy in here,” I say simply.
“How did you pee then?” Talon asks.
“I didn’t touch anything.”
He smiles, wide and mischievous. The same grin he wore before Rhea, before everything went sideways. The one that always makes my thoughts slide somewhere they shouldn’t.
“Well then, baby,” he murmurs, voice dipping low. “You won’t touch anything now, either.”
Something hot coils in my stomach.
“How?” I ask. “How do you wanna do this?”
Talon smiles even wider.
“Is that a yes?” he asks.
“I just want to know the plan,” I say.
But my body is already leaning forward, already reacting. My pussy aches, tightening with every inch of space that disappears between us.
“We’ll hold you up,” he says, stepping close enough that his breath ghosts my cheek. “Keep you off the walls, the floor… Your pretty little pussy won’t even think about touching a surface.”
My breath catches on impact.
He knows exactly how to hit me. Exactly how to dismantle whatever flimsy resistance I pretend to have.
“…it’s filthy,” I whisper, but it comes out thin, dissolving even as I say it.
“We’re strong men, baby,” Talon murmurs, brushing his chest against mine. Just enough to make my nipples tighten painfully under my clothes. “And we’ve been dying to get our hands on you again. Promise we won’t let you fall.”
My pulse spikes so hard I feel it in my tongue.
I look at the key in Talon’s hand.
Then at Talon’s mouth. It’s clearly inviting trouble.
Then at Cassian’s eyes, dark and blazing and barely containing the need rolling off him like heat from a fire.
God help me.
“…fine,” I say, breath trembling.
Talon’s grin breaks across his face like the sun exploding. Pure predatory delight.
He grabs my hand, hot and sure around my wrist, and yanks me into him with an eagerness that steals my breath.
I don’t fight it.
I can’t.
The temptation is too damn strong.
He lifts me into his arms and scoops me sideways, one arm braced under my thighs, the other behind my back, turning my entire body toward Cassian like an offering. My spine arches, my breath stutters, my arm curls around Talon’s neck without me even telling it to.
The world tilts. My legs dangle for a heartbeat.
Then Cassian steps in.
Immediately.
His hands land on my hips—big, rough, claiming—then slide down to my thighs, fingers digging in.
My legs wrap around Cassian’s hips on pure instinct, my pussy brushing the hardness straining against his pants.
Talon’s chest presses into my back.
I’m sandwiched between them—
completely suspended, completely held—
“Talon… Cassian…” I gasp, but I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
Talon’s mouth brushes my ear. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ve got you.”
Cassian’s hands drop immediately to my pants, fumbling, cursing under his breath as he drags them down. Talon helps him, their hands overlapping on my thighs, on my ass, on the waistband. There are hot palms everywhere. It’s messy and rough and so damn desperate it makes my breath seize.
Somehow, they manage to slide my pants down. They don’t even take them off completely. One ankle is still caught on me, dangling above the grimy tiles. But I’m already bare from the waist down, pussy exposed, swollen, slick, and they both take a moment just to look at it.
And fuck, they like what they see.
Cassian’s breath stutters against my throat, hot and shaky, like he’s trying not to lose it already.
Talon palms my ass, squeezing hard, then drags his fingers down, but by bit, until he reaches the mess between my legs. He spreads me with his fingertips.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’re fucking soaking.”
“Shut up,” I breathe.
“Never,” Talon whispers, just before Cassian pushes two thick fingers straight inside.
My head snaps back against Talon’s shoulder, a raw, broken sound tearing out of me before I can swallow it.
“Fuck,” I gasp, knees nearly giving out.
Cassian gives a low, humorless laugh. “Say my name instead.”
“Oh, go to he—“
He drives his fingers deeper, sharp and unrelenting, hitting the spot that makes my whole body clench around him. The rest of my sentence dissolves into a helpless, filthy whimper.
“Skye,” Talon murmurs, sliding his mouth down my jaw. “You’re gonna get us kicked out of this fine, classy establishment. Need you to be quieter, baby.”
“I said shut up,” I pant.
“Make me.”
Cassian brackets my hip with his free hand. His forehead meets mine, and I whimper again. Talon’s right. Anyone walking past this door would hear me. And I don’t care. Fuck, I don’t care.
My body is shaking, needing, already too far gone.
So I do the only thing I can do. I grab Talon by the jaw and kiss him right on his hot mouth. At the same moment, Cassian pulls his fingers out of my pussy and then he shoves the blunt head of his cock against me.
My nails tear into his shoulders.
“Cass—“ I mumble against Talon.
“Gotta hurry, Skye,” he growls. “No time to be sweet.”
“You’re…. Never… sweet…”
Cassian pushes deeper, slow only because he’s forcing himself not to slam me into the sink and fuck me loud enough to rattle the whole damn building.
Talon breaks our kiss.
“Awww. Cassian’s trying to be polite,” he says.
Cassian cuts him a lethal look. “I’m trying not to break her.”
“With who in mind?” Talon taunts. “Her sweet little pussy… or the drywall?”
“Both,” he snarls.
I choke on a laugh that dies instantly when Cassian bottoms out—burying his thick cock so deep inside me my vision whites out. Talon groans behind me, dropping his forehead to my shoulder like he felt every inch slide into me.
“Lucky bastard,” he mutters, voice thick.
Cassian’s smirk is feral. “You’ll get your turn.”
“Oh, I fucking know,” Talon breathes, lips brushing my ear. “I’m patient.”
“No, you aren’t,” I gasp.
His laugh is low, wicked. “You’re right. I’m not. I want your pussy wrapped around my cock so bad I’m shaking, Little Grim. I want to feel you dripping all over me. I want to fuck you sloppy after he’s emptied himself inside you.”
Gosh… he’s so hot.
Cassian pulls out and thrusts back in. No more pretending to be gentle. He’s giving me the long, devastating strokes that make my pussy clench around him.
“Skye,” he whispers.
Talon’s fingers slide between us, rubbing my clit in tight, dirty circles. Before it even comes, I know the orgasm is going to be unstoppable. And it sure damn is. My whole spine locks like I’m fucking possessed.
“Fuck, you’re tightening on me,” Cassian growls, teeth at my throat.
“Come on, baby,” Talon purrs. “Break him apart. Make him spurt in that pretty pussy so I can take my turn.”
And I do.
God, I fucking do.
My body snaps around Cassian’s cock, squeezing him so hard he snarls, slams a hand against the wall to keep from collapsing. He pins his forehead to mine, his breath shuddering against my lips as my orgasm wrings through us both.
His hips jerk—once, twice—helpless, guttural, and then he spills inside me with a low, brutal sound, pumping me full, cock throbbing as he comes so deep I swear I can feel every pulse of it.
Infuriating. Delicious. Perfect.
Then, he slips out slowly, hot slickness trailing down my thigh, and before I can breathe they move me. My back hits Cassian’s chest, his arms locking around me.
I’m eye-level with Talon.
“Goddamn, Little Grim,” he murmurs, thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. “You’re a perfect little mess.”
Cassian’s arms lock tighter around me.
“Make it fast,” he says. “We need to go.”
Talon’s grin is pure filth. “Yes, sir.”
I don’t get to laugh because his fingers are already sliding between my thighs, right over the mess Cassian left inside me.
“Still warm,” he says, voice darkening as cum sticks to his knuckles. “That’s my girl.”
My pulse breaks apart. My legs tremble violently.
His pants hit the floor in one frantic motion, and then he’s pushing into me. Somehow, he’s even greedier and thicker than Cassian.
“Oh—fuck—“ The sound tears out of me.
Talon sets a pace instantly. No warm-up, no teasing, just sharp, hungry thrusts. The wet slap of our bodies echoes off the tile; every stroke pushes a fresh mix of slick down my asscheeks.
“Fuck, baby… you feel like you’re begging for it.”
Somewhere outside, a car pulls up—radio blaring, bass rattling—but Talon doesn’t flinch. He barely even hears it. His whole world has narrowed to my pussy wrapped tight around his cock, squeezing him every time he thrusts.
Cassian’s lips brush my ear.
“You’re gonna walk out of here with both our cum dripping down your thighs,” he murmurs, almost a threat. “And you’re not allowed to touch yourself or clean up until we reach the motel, Skye.”
The words hit me like a punch to the spine. My knees weaken; my pussy clamps down around Talon so hard he chokes on a breath.
It’s so hot. So damn hot.
“Jesus Christ,” Talon breathes. “You’re the love of my fucking life, you know that? This pussy—fuck.”
Love. Gods, he’s speaking of love.
And it rips something open inside me.
“I love you both,” I breathe before I can stop myself.
And part of me knows how fucking bad that is. Talon knows I love him, but I’ve never told Cassian. He doesn’t deserve to hear it like this, in some filthy gas station bathroom. We should have a proper talk. Like, really talk it out.
Now I can’t even see his face.
But he doesn’t let me think. His hand slides lower, fingers slipping between my folds, circling my clit.
“I love you too, Skye,” Cassian growls. “I’ve loved you since the first time you opened your bratty little mouth and talked back to me.”
“Oh God,” I moan. “Oh God.”
“Come for us, Skye,” he continues. “Come on Talon’s cock the way you came on mine.”
Fuck, the love talk, mixed with how good it feels, leaves me defenseless. All I can do is surrender to it. And the orgasm hits again. This time it tears through me like a tornado.
“Oh fuck—Skye—Jesus—“ Talon’s thrusts turn frantic.
“Talon,” I gasp, shaking.
He buries himself to the hilt with a broken noise, cock pulsing deep inside me, spilling hot, thick cum so forcefully I feel it flood into me. His forehead drops to my shoulder. He groans helplessly.
Cassian exhales like he’s about to snap.
Talon slumps back against the sink, panting.
I’m… wrecked.
And that’s when a sharp knock jolts through the room.
“Hello?” a voice calls. “Someone’s been in there a while. Everything okay?”
We freeze like teenagers caught smoking. And honestly? This is so much worse.
Cassian exhales once. “Get dressed. Fast.”
Talon lowers me carefully to the floor, then grabs my pants before they can brush anything unsanitary. He helps me into them while Cassian tucks himself away, already composed like nothing happened.
I shove my hair behind my ears and straighten my top.
Talon unlocks the door, swings it open, and smiles at the waiting stranger.
“All yours, buddy.”
The man recoils like Talon just handed him a grenade.
We walk out together. I try really hard not to look at him. I mean, he can probably smell us in there.
Talon hums as we head toward the snacks aisle, smug as a sinning saint.
“Bathroom was cleaner than expected,” he says casually to the clerk. “We left the keys inside.”
She widens her eyes a little, but says nothing.
On our way out, Cassian shoots Talon a deadly look.
“Did you have to do that?” he asks.
“Nope,” Talon muses. “But why not? Not like it’s the end of the world or anything.”
And yeah, he’s right.
It’s not.
At least, not yet.