Chapter 17
HARLOW
"This is going to be cozy," Boner said cheerfully. He seemed to be looking forward to sharing Archer's apartment with the rest of us.
"It's only until we find the rest of them." Jules looked like he couldn't decide if he should stab himself or someone else. Maybe Boner, then himself. He swung his duffel bag off his shoulder and placed it beside the couch. "Then we'll be the hell out of here."
"I don't know." Boner looked around the large loft, leaning to the side to peer into one of the bedrooms. "It's a lot nicer than the shithole I live in."
Archer glanced at him like he was regretting his life choices, and took my hand to lead me aside, into a neat bedroom with the same tall ceiling as the rest of the apartment. One of the walls was brick, the other three drywalled and painted an off white. A window overlooked the busy street below.
"I figured you'd be comfortable in here," he said, pulling my suitcase over to a wardrobe and turning around to appraise the bed. "The door has a lock."
"Is this our room?" Boner followed us inside, his own suitcase trailing along behind him. "Very cute. I bet we could both scream and no one would hear us." He gave me a wink.
"There's two beds in the other—" Archer started to say.
"No need," Boner said, barely acknowledging that he'd spoken. "Cass and Jules can share. Harlow and I will be fine right here, right love?"
I supposed it was a better arrangement than Jules sleeping on the couch.
"If you snore, I should warn you I know how to use a knife," I said, only half-joking.
"You're so bloody hot," Boner said admiringly. "I'd welcome being woken by you pressing a knife to my throat." He pressed his hand to his neck and half closed his eyes.
"I feel like there's a long line of people ready to put a blade to your throat," Jules remarked, reclining against the door frame.
"Because they want to get freaky with me?" Boner asked, pretending to misunderstand. "Thank you for saying I'm attractive. You're not so bad yourself." His gaze slid lazily up and down Jules' body.
Jules scowled. "Not in your wildest dreams, London."
"Is London supposed to be an insult?" Boner cocked his head at him. "Come on now, you can do better." He made a 'give it to me' gesture with his hand.
Jules' response was to roll his eyes. "I could do better in my sleep, but I don't want to waste my energy."
"He's got nothing," Boner said to me and Archer. "Not even a stray 'dickhead' or 'prick.' How sad." He leaned over to pat Jules on the shoulder.
"Fuck off, asswipe." Jules jerked away. "I'm going to get ready for bed, some of us have to work in the morning." He glanced at me, but for once there was no heat in his expression. No curl in his lip.
Boner grinned. "See, I knew you could do it. Good boy."
Jules started to step away, but stopped and glanced back over his shoulder. He shook his head before stalking away.
"Apparently someone likes praise," Boner said gleefully.
"You should stop provoking him." I sat down on the end of the bed.
"I should, but what would be the fun in that?"
Boner turned his suitcase onto its side, pressed it against the wall and opened it. "He's right about one thing: it's late." He pulled out a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt.
I stared as he pulled it on. On the top left corner was the word 'pre.' Underneath was a piece of fruit. Beside that was a planet. Underneath those was the number four and a picture of a rooster.
I blinked a couple of times before I figured out what it was supposed to say. Snorted a laugh.
Boner glanced down. "Good isn't it? Pre-pear Uranus four cock."
"Words of wisdom from Edward Bonegard," I said dryly.
"Please," he said dismissively. "I wish I could be this wise."
"You're that cocky," I told him.
He chuckled. "Very true, Ms. St. James, very true." He tilted his head and gazed over at me. "Please tell me you sleep naked."
I shrugged. "That depends."
"On?"
"A bunch of things, including the fact Jules is here too." We could close and lock the door, but if I went to the toilet in the middle of the night, he might get an eyeful. I didn't dislike that thought as much as I would have expected myself to.
Yes, the guy was a prick, but he was there for me today. He could have fucked off when the others turned up to help clean up. He hadn't, he'd stuck around and helped.
He'd turned up when Cass asked him to. A lot of people wouldn't have.
"I think we've already established I don't have a problem poking out people's eyes to stop them from seeing you naked." Boner rose and sat beside me.
"I don't think Cass would like that too much." I leaned against his shoulder. "I suspect Jules would like it even less. And Archer. He was nice to let us stay here. I feel like stabbing one of his house guests would be bad manners."
"You're unfortunately right." He touched a finger to my face, just below my ear and traced his way across my jawline, to the other ear. "Pajamas it is. After I'm finished with you." He leaned over to pressed a kiss to my mouth.
I kissed him back, before pulling away and asking, "Was that T-shirt supposed to be instructive?"
His hand on my cheek, he said, "Do you want it to be?"
"If it's not an actual rooster." I glanced down at it. The animal was cute, but I wasn't into that kind of cock.
"I strut, but I'm not covered in feathers." He kissed my jaw, then stood to close the door. "Wouldn't want Jules seeing my bare ass as I fuck yours."
I wasn't sure I didn't want him to see that, but I kept that thought to myself. I didn't want to ruin the moment.
Anything that may or may not happen between me and Jules could wait for now.
Boner knelt on the bed and pushed me gently onto my back.
"I've seen a metric crap ton of art in my life, but you in my bed might be my favorite." He pulled the tie out of my hair and tossed it aside, letting my hair fan out across the pillow. "So gorgeous."
He worked his hands up under my shirt, pushing it as he went, exposing my breasts which were only covered with a thin layer of lace.
"Tell me something." He ran the tip of his tongue over one nipple, wetting the bra cup. "Do you still have Cass' cum between your legs?"
"Yes," I said in a whisper.
"Perfect. I'm going to put mine in your ass." He squeezed my hip. "You want that?"
"Yes," I whispered again. "Please." The light touch on my nipples was enough to make me so aroused that, if he didn't fuck me somewhere, we were going to test whether or not the neighbors could hear me scream.
"Excellent." He rolled me onto my side, unhooked my bra and pushed it down my arms. My leggings and panties followed.
By the time I was back on my back, he was naked, getting a tube of lube out of his suitcase.
"I knew packing this was a good idea." He rejoined me on the bed and gestured for me to lie in my stomach. Opening the tube, he squeezed a generous blob onto his fingers.
I rolled onto my stomach and let him part my legs before pressing his cool, slippery fingers slowly into my rear hole. The cold lube made me shiver, but he soon warmed me up again, rolling his fingers slowly around the ring of muscle, soothing and stretching me.
"You're so nice and tight," he whispered. He pushed in another finger, parting them to stretch me even more.
"Boner," I whispered. "Please."
"Please?" He thrust his fingers in and out. "You want more?"
"Yes," I said, my vision darkening with desire. "I need you to fuck me."
"Since you asked so perfectly." He worked me with his fingers a couple more times before straddling my thighs and pressing the tip of his cock into my ass.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to relax. If I tensed too much, this would hurt.
"Harlow," he whispered. "I'm falling in love with you." With the last word, pushed himself in deeper. He stopped to let me get used to his girth. "I mean it. It's not just because my cock is inside your tight little ass."
"I'm falling in love with you too," I whispered back.
It wasn't just because his cock was in my ass either. He was funny, smart and thoughtful. My trust was rattled after Erin's betrayal, but he'd never given me any reason not to believe him.
Neither had she, but right now I didn't want to dwell on that. I wanted to enjoy the moment.
He eased in deeper. "Just when I thought you couldn't feel any better, you do. You're like a spring roll."
I glanced over my shoulder and laughed. "A spring roll?"
"Yeah. On the outside, you look delicious, but on the inside you're hot and fucking tasty." He pushed the rest of the way inside me until he was buried to the hilt.
I groaned with the sensation of being so full, my body pressed hard against the mattress.
"That feels so good," I said softly.
"Ten out of ten," he said. "Would recommend and do it again." Then he stopped talking and started thrusting, slowly at first. Gradually increasing speed until he was pounding into me with even, concentrated strokes.
I slipped my hand down my stomach, down to my clit, rubbing slowly as he thrust. Nudging myself closer and closer to orgasm.
"I'm going to come," he said loud enough to be heard through the entire apartment. "I'm going to fill your ass with my cum."
If the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust wasn't a clear enough indication of what we were doing, his words certainly were.
Once, I would have been embarrassed, but now? I embraced it for what it was. Boner being Boner and giving me his boner. Exactly the way I liked it.
"Do it," I said as I tipped over the edge, coming against my hand, my fingers coated in my own release.
He shouted as he did exactly that, thrusting hard and coming, his body still as he lost his release inside me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he ground out between grunts. "So. Fucking. Good." He pressed his hips against my ass, milking himself for every drop before finally sagging over me.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Neither of us wanting to pull apart until he finally had to. The effort of holding most of his weight off me becoming too much.
He flopped down beside me and gathered me up in his arms.
"You're everything," he whispered, nuzzling his face into my hair. "Chef Stabby, most perfect woman in the whole entire world."
"How did I get so lucky?" I asked softly.
At last count, I had three men, maybe four, interested in me, wanting to give me orgasms, wanting to kill with me and for me, wanting to keep me safe and help me get revenge on my sister's killers. What more could a girl want?
"You deserve it," Boner said sleepily. "We're going to find them and we going to bring them down. Every last one of them. I can promise you that."
His promise was the last thing I heard before sleep claimed me.