Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Idon’t really remember the trip to the truck. I don’t even really know where they parked, except that there are trees above it, filtering out some of the moonlight.
I gaze up at the sky and come to a stop near the truck bed, while Pearl launches off into the woods, barking happily like she’s found something.
“God, I’m gross,” I say at last, breaking the silence that feels oppressive. “Doesn’t this bother you two?” I feel numb, more than gross, like some part of me has switched off and hasn’t switched back on yet.
“Bother us?” Deacon asks. “No, no, absolutely not. Fuck.” I’ve never heard his voice this raw, and when I turn, he’s right there, his shirt off and in his hand to scrub at my arms and my face.
“I’m having a hard time with you covered in blood,” he admits roughly.
“But not because I’m bothered. Not like you’re asking.
Fuck.” For the first time, he seems less than controlled, and ruled by instinct more than logical thought.
Fox chuckles, kissing his brother’s jaw when Deacon continues to wipe the mess of Michael Hill off of my skin. “Oh, you’re adorable, my love,” he teases. “She’s got you this worked up over sawing a man apart?”
“Sawing his head apart. Fuck,” Deacon groans, leaning back against Fox with his eyes on me. “You saw her. You saw her face when she held him down for the saw. God, come here.” He grabs my hips and tows me forward, pulling a surprised yip from my throat.
Before I can protest or say a word, Deacon kisses me. It’s hard and possessive, and he wastes no time in gripping my thighs to pull me tight to his body.
Fox snickers once more, and I feel his hands card through my hair, avoiding the worst of the sticky blood.
At his urging, Deacon turns his head, just enough for Fox to catch me in a kiss as well.
“Yeah, we’re not going to make it home,” he murmurs, though the words don’t exactly compute until suddenly, I’m being picked up and thrown over Deacon’s shoulder.
With Fox’s help, they lift me into the bed of the truck, before Deacon dumps me unceremoniously onto the rubber mat lining it.
“Really?” I gasp, surprised when they both stand there, looking down at me in the moonlight. “All over killing some guy? You both kill people all the time, right?” Something uncertain and anxious stirs in my chest, like some part of me is still sure this is too much.
Though for them or for me, I can’t decide.
I almost want them to be horrified. For them to tell me it isn’t okay, that I’ve gone too far. I want them to remind me I’m too human for this, and that I should be sick over what I did.
I need to know I’m not a monster.
Not like them.
“You enjoyed it.” The words make something in me sink when Fox says it.
He drops to his knees in front of me, crawling across the bed of the truck like some big, wild feline, until he can shove me down on my back.
“He’s right. The look on your face? The way you watched him bleed and scream and suffer?
” A full-body shudder goes through him, and Deacon’s grin turns sly as he steps forward to tangle his fingers in Fox’s hair with teasing affection.
“This is what you do to us, darling girl,” Deacon tells me. “Look at his face. Look at me.” He runs a hand down the front of his body, teasingly light, until he gets to the front of his jeans where I can see his arousal behind the denim.
“But I’m not…”
I’m not a monster.
“Not going anywhere,” Fox agrees. “Not ever again. That was the deal, remember?” He grabs my leg and drags me forward until I’m under him, poised on his knees.
“Definitely never again.” Deacon finally sinks to his knees as well beside me on the mat so he can reach out and wrap his fingers around my throat.
He holds just tightly enough that I can feel the weight of his hand, but not enough that I can’t breathe.
“Oh, fuck, Sadie-Rae.” He leans down and kisses me hard, while Fox drags his hands down my body, pushing my shirt up with his next motion.
I’ve never felt more like a meal to them than right now. With their mouths and tongues tasting and exploring every inch of skin they can find, part of me is sure that one of them is going to bite down and just keep going, ripping and tearing at my flesh until they’ve devoured me completely.
Every nick of teeth, every lap of their tongues, has me flinching, writhing, and moving until I’m a mess of panting and squirming in the truck’s bed.
“Too many clothes,” Fox decides, his fingers hooked in my joggers.
He drags them down my hips, over my thighs, and isn’t slow about ripping them and my shoes right off.
Deacon seems to agree with him, because he’s much less gentle about ripping off my shirt and bra until I’m bare beneath them, feeling truly and utterly vulnerable.
The mat is still warm from soaking up today’s sun, but it’s definitely not a very comfortable feeling to have my ass and thighs pressed to the less than smooth truck bed.
“Wait,” I gasp, my stomach clenched with anticipation and anxiety. “Wait, I don’t know—” Deacon kisses me hard, and I feel Fox’s tongue going up my thigh, to my navel, before finding my hip bones where he nips at my skin.
“Let us have this,” Deacon murmurs. “Fuck, you don’t know how much we’ve wanted this. It’s so hard not to eat you up, Sadie. So you gotta let us have this.” He chuckles with one hand in my hair and drags my head back so he can put his mouth on my throat and lick.
He laps at my skin like it’s coated in honey, before moving down to do the same against my collarbones. Deacon presses my hands to the mat above my head, and it occurs to me, not for the first time in the past few minutes, just how helpless I am right now.
They really could consume me if they wanted to. It terrifies me, thrills me, and has me gasping under their mouths while they taste and lick and nip. I know I’ll have bruises, especially on my collarbones and hips, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“What are you—” My question is cut off by Deacon’s mouth sealing to mine as my legs are lifted, knees shoved upward and spread wide. I can feel how exposed I am, and it makes me instinctively try to close my thighs, though Fox laughs, kisses the inside of my knee, and then nips hard.
“Don’t do that,” he purrs. “I’ve just gotten started. Let me have my fun, darlin’ girl.” I can’t see him. Not with the way Deacon is pinning me down and kissing me breathless, but I definitely feel it when Fox licks a line up my slit, his tongue flicking over my clit before doing it again.
The sudden touch makes me cry out, and I arch my hips against him as he continues to do it.
Over and over he just laps at me, while Deacon swallows all of my protests.
The blond’s free hand finds my stomach, splaying there, and he holds me down for Fox, keeping me pressed to the mat in two places while his lover eats me out and takes his time in doing so.
“God, you’re so wet,” Fox pants when he finally pulls back.
“You love when we have our mouths on you, don’t you, Sadie-Rae?
” Without waiting for an answer, he shoves my thighs apart again, and this time when he seals his mouth against me, he shoves his tongue between my folds as deep as it can go before licking me from the inside.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasp, with Deacon’s mouth on my throat. “Oh my god, oh fuck, Fox—” Deacon’s hand leaves my stomach and grabs my throat, though it’s just so he can catch my mouth in a bruising kiss that’s accompanied by his deeper growl.
He nips and bites at my lower lip, seeming to delight in the taste of my whines. When Fox adds two fingers to fuck me open, my hips start moving of their own accord, unable to stay still. Deacon takes the next cries as well, greedily swallowing them down and keeping me flat on the mat.
“She tastes so good,” Fox moans, sitting up again.
“Come here.” In a sudden movement, he lets go of one of my thighs, and Deacon gasps as he’s dragged away from my mouth.
My eyes open, and in the moonlight, I can just see a few silver-lit details of their features.
Fox pulls Deacon in for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that has the blond whimpering and whining against him.
I can see their tongues pressed together, swapping the taste of me like it really is the best thing they’ve ever had.
“God fucking damn it,” Deacon laughs roughly when Fox finally releases his hair.
He looks down at me with glittering blue eyes, his grin wolfish.
“You really are perfect, you know that?” Grabbing Fox by his shirt, he yanks him closer, no longer holding me as he uses his free hand to yank his belt free and unbutton his jeans.
Fox returns the favor, though he’s quicker than Deacon to shove his jeans down his hips enough to wrap his hand around his arousal and pull a long, filthy sound from the blond’s throat.
Watching them is something I never would’ve thought I’d enjoy this much.
I sit up on my elbows, barely aware of my naked vulnerability as Fox teases and toys with Deacon to pull the sweetest noises from him.
In return, Deacon grips at his shirt, pushing it up to reveal his toned abdomen and the bandage that’s a bright white patch on his side.
His hips arch and roll into Fox’s hand, his head thrown back to let the sheriff happily latch onto the side of his throat.
“Get on your back, my love,” Fox orders. “Trust me.” And if that doesn’t do it for Deacon, I don’t know what does. He’s quick to acquiesce, and I’m sure that Fox is going to fuck him while I watch.
Which, honestly, isn’t a terrible option at all.
But once Deacon is back on his elbows, Fox turns to me with a glint in his gaze that has me both wary and excited. My stomach twists with the conflicting feelings, and I bite my lip as he crooks a finger at me, prompting me to get to my knees.