16. Emelia
16
EMELIA
I sit on the concrete floor of the garage with my legs tucked underneath me. Silas is sitting directly behind me on a stool with his legs on either side of me. My fingers dance gingerly across the scarred skin of his calf, massaging the tense muscle. I tilt my head to the side slightly and notice that he’s looking down at me and smiling, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. I press my back against the stool and tilt my head until I’m looking up at his upside-down face.
“It’s been a week,” he complains, and drops the wrench he was using to adjust the bolts on the bike. “I’d like to get back to something normal.”
“Normal?” Hayden bites out, and leans around the back of the bike. He’s been sitting on the ground doing God knows what to his side of the bike. “You want normal? We fucking buried you. We had to figure out how to live without you. Do you really think we’re just going to let you get back into the thick of it? Just like that?”
Since Silas walked through that door, neither Hayden nor Declan have let him do so much as take a piss without breathing down his neck. Granted, he is still healing and unable to move more than a few yards without having to sit down, but still. They are babying the fuck out of him. I almost feel sorry for him.
Almost.
I also feel guilty, because I’m doing it too.
There are times when I don’t even want to leave his side, like I’m afraid that he’ll disappear in a puff of smoke if I’m not touching him somewhere.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Silas reassures both of us, and drops his hands onto my shoulders. “We can start slow. I’m feeling better and my strength is coming back. I’m up for something more strenuous than walking to the end of the driveway and back.”
“You can barely do that without getting winded!” Hayden argues, and throws up his hands, muttering something about brick walls. “You have no idea how much it tortured us. Losing you like that.”
“Tortured you?!” Silas bellows, and shoves to his feet. To his credit, he only stumbles slightly before straightening his spine. “You’re torturing me! You’re all right here within arm’s reach but no one will touch me!”
“We are touching you, Si,” I say gently, and stand in front of him. “We touch you every day.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it!” He shouts, and clenches his fists at his side.
Hayden opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by the garage door as it shudders and begins to rise. Hector steps through with his helmet on and the visor flipped open to reveal his piercing eyes. He walks a bike in and flips down the kickstand so that it stands on its own.
“Is that…?” Silas leaves the rest of the sentence hanging as he walks over and drags his fingertips along the black metallic finish.
“I found the frame in the wreckage,” Hector explains and removes his helmet. I narrow my eyes at him as he smooths out his beard. The fucker never has to worry about helmet hair with his bald, tattooed head. “I had most of the parts back at my garage, but I had to wait for the aftermarket parts to come in before I could bring it to you.”
Hayden walks around the machine, inspecting every detail twice. “You fixed his bike?” he asks after his fourth turn around it.
Hector shrugs and I see the faint hint of a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks, what little I can see of his skin under his thick facial hair. “Yeah. It gave me something to do. I’ve been driving it around some to make sure everything checks out.”
Silas is quiet for a long time. I watch his shoulders rise and fall as he stares at the bike in awe. Then, without warning, he turns and wraps Hector into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers, and I watch Hector shudder and then shift away, a look of uncertainty crossing his face.
“It was no problem,” Hector says, and shifts away from Silas as soon as he’s released from the tight embrace.
I meet Hayden’s eyes from across the room and watch as an idea blooms into existence in his mind. His eyes darken and his lips curl up into a sinful smirk. He stalks across the room and leans in close to my ear. “Maybe we could do with a bit more torture,” he whispers, his voice low so only I can hear.
“You know I never say no to a little torture,” I respond and follow his gaze back to Hector and Silas as they fawn over the motorcycle. “We’re using your room.” I pull away and walk into the house, letting the door close behind me without acknowledging his protest.
Declan looks up from his laptop and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I can order a pizza for dinner. Does that sound good?”
I wave my hand over my head as I pass by. “Food later. Sex now,” I call as I disappear into Hayden’s room to find everything I need.
“Sex?” he asks, and leans against the doorframe, watching me pull out restraints, a ball gag, and lube. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I turn and quirk my eyebrow at him. “You ready to watch? Things are going to get kinky.” I wave the ball gag in the air and smile wickedly.
“Only if I can gag you,” he counters and steps forward, crowding my space. I don’t back down and square my shoulders. He presses his body against mine and looks down into my eyes. I watch as his pupils dilate and his lust takes hold. “You don’t need those,” he says and nods toward the restraints in my hands. “Follow me.”
He takes me down the hallway and opens a utility closet. “We going old-school with rope and duct tape?”
“Nope.” His lips pop around the ‘p’ as he pulls down on the hook holding a mop. My eyes widen as the wall shudders and gears click into place. Then the wall swings inward, revealing a hidden staircase descending into total darkness.
“What the apocalyptic dooms day fuck is this?” I ask and eye Declan warily.
“Sometimes we need answers. Sometimes we get them easily, and sometimes…” his voice trails off and he shrugs but his meaning is clear. He holds out his hand, ushering us down.
I glance over my shoulder and find Hector watching me like a hawk. I smile and my entire body turns to molten heat when I realize that this is really happening. When we get to the bottom of the stairs I notice that the concrete floor is sealed, making it shine and reflect the light coming from the fixtures on the ceiling.
There’s a sink in the far corner, hooks and rings on the cinder block walls, a huge toolbox on the back wall, and something that I never expected to see down here. “Is that a stockade?” I ask incredulously and my core tightens. My heart kicks into overdrive and I can hear the blood rushing past my eardrums.
“Sure is,” Hayden whispers, and winks at me. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” he arches his brow and grins viciously.
“Are you okay with it?” I ask and he nods again. I square my shoulders and turn to the boys lingering in the doorway. “Silas, you sit down and relax. Enjoy the show.”
“Whatever you say, darling,” he breathes, and drops into a seat against the wall. Declan dips his chin and sits down in another chair, angling it so he has a good view of everything.
I turn to Hector and grin wickedly. He takes a step back and holds up his hands. “Get in the stockade,” I command, and watch the color drain from his face. I have a good idea where the blood is going as I watch his cock harden in his jeans.
“What?” he clears his throat and looks around, trying to find an escape route.
“I won’t say it again.” My tone causes him to deflate and obey. “Take your clothes off first. I don’t want to cut them off.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Hayden murmurs, and twirls the gag around in his fingers. I level him with a glare and he smirks back at me.
“Lock him in,” I tell Hayden, who obeys without question.
Hector shifts on his feet. “I’m not sure about this, Little Bird.” He looks glorious. His body is bent at the waist and his neck and wrists are locked in place in the stockade.
I walk around and crouch down in front of him. “This is happening. And you’re not going to come until I tell you to, got it?” He nods vigorously and his entire face is beet red. “Gag.” I hold out my hand and Hayden drops the ball gag into my palm. “Three fingers means stop. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls, and opens his mouth. I secure it and watch his teeth sink down just a little into the ball. His cock twitches between his legs and I watch a drop of precum leak out.
I crook my finger at Hayden and he stalks over slowly, hunger evident in his gaze. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, my tongue sliding over his. Then I pull away and drop down so I’m kneeling, pulling Hayden’s pants down to his knees. His cock springs free and I trace my tongue along his piercing. I reach over and slowly stroke Hector’s throbbing length as I tease Hayden’s tip with my lips. I work them both until they're harder than steel and throbbing with the need to release, and then I back away. Hayden’s eyes flash and Hector whimpers in protest at the loss of friction.
“You take the back and I’ll take the front,” I order Hayden and watch as Hector’s eyes widen and he shakes his head, thrashing his body from side to side. “Calm down. Do you trust me?” I ask and cup his cheek. He nods but his body doesn’t relax.
I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth before he even realizes what’s happening. He moans around the gag as I swirl my tongue across his head and dip it into his slit, lapping up the precum that oozes out with each throb. I know Hector gets off on pain, and I know that he’s going to enjoy what’s about to happen, even if he doesn’t realize it yet.
Hector’s body tenses up again and he cries out in protest and I know that Hayden is circling his finger around his exposed asshole. “Just relax,” Hayden murmurs softly. “I need to get you ready.”
I feel Hector’s entire body shudder and then he lets out a long groan. He’s found his prostate. His cock throbs on my tongue as I suck him deeper into my mouth. After a few seconds his hips start rocking back and forth. I swallow around him and his hips jerk again. Hayden must have added a second finger.
“Holy fuck,” Hayden whispers, and meets my eyes. “Watching my fingers disappear inside him is fucking hot. He’s taking three right now.” Hayden closes his eyes and bites his lip, struggling to maintain his control.
I release Hector’s cock with a pop and peer over my shoulder. Silas is watching intently and stroking his cock slowly. Declan, on the other hand, only has eyes for me. I shiver under his dark gaze.
“You’re doing so well, Hector,” I whisper and give him a slow pump with my hand. His hips jerk at the contact and he groans again. “Are you ready?”
He looks at me curiously and I smile. “You only get to come down my throat if you can take him.” I nod over his shoulder to Hayden, who is now naked and stalking back to us with his hard dick on full display. The metal of his piercing gleaming in the light.
Hector shakes his head frantically back and forth and looks at me pleadingly. Hayden covers himself in a generous amount of lube and notches himself at Hector’s ass. His fingers flex on Hector’s hips as he slowly pushes forward. Hector’s teeth clench around the gag and his eyes widen. I see tears gather on his lashes from the pain.
My eyes drift back to Hayden and I see the exact moment he pushes inside. His head falls back and they both let out sinful groans. My pussy clenches around nothing and suddenly I’m aching. Holy fucking shit. I brush the tears from his cheeks. “Can you feel his piercing?” I ask, and smile as Hector’s eyes widen even further.
Hayden slowly withdraws a little and then pushes forward again. Hector lets out another low groan and his cock throbs heavily between his legs. “It hurts so good, doesn’t it, Hector?” Hector nods and Hayden gives a deeper thrust. “Fuck,” he moans, and starts up a slow rhythm.
I take Hector into my mouth again, unable to keep my hands to myself any longer. Their moans mingle and the sound of skin slapping skin has my pussy dripping. If I was naked there would be a literal puddle between my legs.
“Fuck, I…” Hayden groans, and gives a sharp thrust. “He’s going to…” Another moan and another hard thrust. “He’s close. He’s so fucking close. I can feel him throbbing around me.”
Hector lets out a whine and jerks his hips forward, forcing himself down my throat, and then backward, impaling himself further onto Hayden’s dick. God fucking damnit, he likes it. His legs start to tremble and I feel his muscles tightening. With a loud groan, he pushes himself deep into my throat and releases. I swallow him down and lick his tip clean.
“You good?” I ask, and look at them both. Hector nods and sags against his restraints. Hayden grunts and thrusts slowly in and out, still not finished with him. “You wanna watch me while you fuck him?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Hayden whispers, and his head falls back again. The look of pure bliss on his face makes my heart swell. Hector whimpers in pain but his cock is already stiffening again.
I stand and turn to the Kennedy twins, only to find them both standing, gloriously naked and hard as stone. “You. Sit.” I order Silas, who drops back into the seat with his dick in his hand.
“Don’t even try it,” Declan mutters, and comes up behind me. He slowly strips me down, dropping light kisses along my skin and I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust.
I brace my hands on Silas’s thighs and bend at the waist. Declan grips my hips, his fingers tight on my skin. My tongue darts out and I lick up and down Silas’s hard cock. Silas groans and hisses through his teeth as I swallow him down, relaxing my throat and taking him to the hilt. Declan pushes inside me in one long, slow, torturous thrust. My pussy throbs around his girth and I let out a low moan.
“Look at her,” Hayden says to Hector. I cut my eyes across and find both of them watching me with dark eyes. Hayden thrusts shallowly in and out as Hector pushes back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Doesn’t she look like a goddess?” Hector only groans a response.
I close my eyes as Declan starts to take me harder and faster, moving me back and forth. I bob my head up and down and shiver as Silas moans, low and long. My eyes find the stockade again and I’m mesmerized by the sight of Hayden leaning over Hector’s back, his back muscles flexing with each deep thrust. My entire body shudders and it feels like liquid fire has been injected into my veins.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re going to look so good swollen with our cum,” Declan groans out between thrusts as my walls flutter and tighten around him. It’s too much. Every one of my senses is assaulted with sinful acts of depravity.
Silas bucks his hips and arches off the chair as I swallow around his length. If his legs and scars are hurting, he doesn’t let it show. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he whimpers, and twists his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place so he can fuck my mouth harder.
Declan tightens his hold and picks up the pace, matching his brother’s tempo. I moan and close my eyes as tears stain my cheeks. The amount of lust in the air is almost palpable.
It’s all I can hear.
All I can smell.
All I can see.
Silas cries out my name and explodes on the back of my tongue. Declan shifts my hips and angles me a different way as he pounds into me. My entire body is alight and burning with pleasure and it has me soaring higher and higher. Like Icarus flying too close to the sun.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hayden hisses through clenched teeth. I hear Hector let out a groan of pleasure and then a whimper. The sound of skin slapping stops and I know that they’re spent.
Declan leans over my back and bites into the soft flesh at the bend of my shoulder. “I’m going to come, Princess. Are you ready?” I spasm around him and gasp when his fingers find my clit.
“Please!” I cry out and look up at Silas, who is watching me with a semi hard cock.
Declan moans and buries himself to the hilt. I feel him swell and then throb inside me. His orgasm sends me over the edge and I scream my release as every muscle in my body tenses to the point that they're shaking.
Declan pulls out after a few seconds and I collapse to the floor, stars still dancing behind my lids. My breath is sawing in and out of my lungs as I drift through euphoric bliss.
“Wake up, Angel.” Hayden’s voice pulls me back to reality. “We’re not finished with you yet.”
I open my eyes and find them all standing over me in a circle. Hector crouches down and brushes a strand of damp hair from my forehead, the ball gag dangling from his finger. “Yeah, Little Bird, and payback is a bitch,” he whispers in my ear.
A shiver snakes up my spine and my clit throbs in anticipation. Hands pull me up and lips glide across my skin. I close my eyes and let the sensations take over, knowing that I’m in for a long, agonizingly delicious, wild ride.
Payback really is a bitch, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it.