Epilogue Two #2
His fingers curl in my hair right away, guiding me where I was already going.
I slip my mouth over his cock, fingers buried in the fabric of his shoved-down sweatpants.
He’s a glorious carving of unhinged vehemence and introverted disregard.
He’s also got a monster cock that just barely fits in my mouth.
I love it though. I loved it even when he was just a fuckboy. Now that I’m in love with him? Shit, this dick tastes like candy.
Behind me, Widow does what I knew he would, picking up my hips and lifting my ass. He scoots between my spread legs, rubbing the head of his cock against the slickness of my pussy. Because I’m occupied with Bohnes and he’s mad about it, Widow slaps my ass.
I retaliate by shoving my hips back and spearing myself on his dick.
We both come undone. Me, because I’m too sensitive from my previous orgasm. Him, because he’s too worked up from watching. I’m rocking back against Widow even as he’s slamming forward with considerable strength.
My dark hair is half out of my braid and spread around us like black tentacles.
My eyes are flicked up, halfway rolled back with the effort of looking up at Bohnes while I blow him.
Rocked back and forth by Widow. Watched assiduously by Alexei.
Ash, pulling his pants up over his wet dick because he’s a nasty bastard, too.
We’re all so screwed up, it’s amazing. I love this. I love this in a way I could only admit to these four men. Nobody else will ever get to see the hottest side of me in action except for them. Once I’ve committed, I’m a faithful bitch.
Bohnes is absolutely locked on me, holding my gaze and commanding my attention. Widow spanks my ass because he knows he can get away with it.
I try to sit up and they both hold me down.
One beat of resistance. Two. Three.
I’m released by both of them, giving Bohnes a harsh look first and then Widow one over my shoulder.
“That was close to an infraction,” I warn them, turning around and switching it up.
I put myself over Bohnes’ cock, reverse cowgirl style, and I encourage Widow to kneel in front of me.
I let him hold my hair while I put my hands between Bohnes’ legs on the bed, palms flat.
Adrian guides his dick to my mouth, pushing it in while I gyrate my hips against Bohnes.
What a pair. Shit. They’re both enormous and muscled and mean. That’s the best part, knowing they can and will resort to homicide to protect our family. The dedication I demand is there.
Alexei is pacing beside the bed because he knows he’s going to be last again. He’s worked-up, desperate to be ruined by me. The villain in him is in love with the villain in me.
Ash leaves the room and I try not to worry about him. He can’t die inside these walls. Metal security shutters. Bullet-resistant doors. Security cameras. A panic room. My crew.
The mob, appeased. Chet, dead. Jonas, incarcerated.
I go wild on Bohnes, grinding my hips forward and back as fast and as hard as I can. Widow, too, I suck like I’m trying to drag a watermelon through a straw. It’s so satisfying when Widow loses control, hips bucking, cursing as he spills hot liquid across my tongue.
He releases my hair and I sit up, riding Bohnes as I look at Widow and swallow blatantly. I show my tongue the way Ash did when he sucked Alexei.
“Come here,” I purr to my murderous germaphobe, crooking my fingers in a sinister invite.
Widow slumps back, arm thrown across his knee, panting like he’s pissed off. He thought he could hold out longer than that. Heh.
Alexei drops his towel to the floor and looks me over, eyes caught on my tits, dropping to the place where I’m joined with Bohnes. I can feel my Nightmare’s hands on my hips, guiding me, helping me give him what he wants. I bounce hard, up and down. Violent. He’s almost too big, almost too deep.
I exhale, reaching my hands up to my own breasts. Alexei watches me play with them before he acquiesces, climbing onto the bed with a curse.
I take Alexei’s shaft in my fingers and then into my mouth, the scent of fresh soap from the shower, the warmth of his too-hot skin from the scald.
My hands lock onto his ass as I use greedy swipes of my tongue to play with him.
Bohnes spills inside of me while I do it, and then he just lays there, letting me contract painfully around him.
His moans of agony are really getting me off.
Alexei is so enraptured by the sight of my mouth on him that he looks up at the ceiling in supplication, goose bumps breaking out all over his body as my filthy lips envelop him. His bare fingers are tangled in my hair and his muscles are like rocks underneath my hands.
Widow watches the entire thing while Bohnes stays sheathed inside of me, waiting it out. Ash is probably cooking.
I’m generous with Alexei, pulling out so many of my tricks. Blowing on his wet shaft with my warm breath. Humming with him in my throat. Tugging on his sack. Swallowing him with my own wedding rings pressed into his firm ass cheek, leaving a mark.
I see it after he’s finished, sliding out of me and making an immediate beeline for the shower. It’s right there when he turns the bathroom lights on, and I swipe my arm across my lips, wiping away the excess of his cum. I’ll need to shower, too, before we go downstairs.
Ain’t no way I’m facing my poor Gram lookin’ like a ho.
The following Friday is our last day on the old Prescott track.
When I had the killdozer, I shoved all the fencing and shit out of the way, leaving the ruddy dirt road once again free to race.
It’s packed that afternoon, hundreds of students from all the different high schools melded into one crushing crowd. There’s a literal rainbow in the rainy sky above our heads, and it’s the perfect day for me to challenge the boys to another race.
This time, I manage to eke out a win, restoring my reputation just in time for me to leave this place forever.
Nisha and Hype are there, cuddling on the bleachers.
Bastian is putting on a fashion show with the other mechanic girls in their overalls, marching across the tops of half-rotted old picnic tables.
Somebody set up a bonfire, so I sent my girls to shop for some hot dogs and s’mores shit, some beer bought with a fake ID. Just for old time’s sake.
The boys and I retreat to the woods to smoke cloves after our race. Well, me and Bohnes and Widow light up. Ash and Alexei don’t smoke much. Using my phone, I make us all gather together in front of a dead tree, so I can take a quick picture.
“There. Our last one.” I take a long look at it, committing it to memory. I won’t have to wonder about this moment the way I wonder about me and Lemon and the very last picture we took together.
“Fuck this place,” Widow says, spitting on the ground as he stalks back up the walkway beside me. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take off my shirt and bathe under the fox rain in a bright red bikini top and shorts. I’ll lay across the Pantera, since I totaled his poor Stingray.
“I’ll be glad to be rid of it, but I can’t say it didn’t serve me well.” Bohnes is talking with the black cigarette hanging out of his mouth, bouncing up and down with each word.
“It’s a filthy pit of depravity. While it has its charms—” Alexei begins, only for me to interrupt him.
“Hey, you and me and Bohnes, we all lost our virginity at this track. Filthy pit of depravity? That sounds like a compliment to me.” I’m grinning as I reach the parking lot and the flicker of the bonfire.
I’ve got my arms crossed, hands gripping the bottom of my shirt as I get ready to whip it off.
“Hell, everyone but Ash lost their V-card right here in Prescott.”
“Slut,” Bohnes teases as Ash slaps a hand over his own mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.
“Yes, I suppose so. I am a consummate whore.” Ash drops his hands with a smile that’s twice as perfect as the rainbow arched over this dangerous crime-ridden shithole that I’ve always called home. I learned to be a murderer in this place. I learned to hate the world here.
I also learned how to trust myself.
There.
That’s the secret.
I didn’t tell myself lies, so I learned to trust. That’s how I got ahead, by believing in not only myself but the people who proved themselves to me with actions instead of words. My most ultimate superpower.
“You technically died and were reborn. Consider that stain wiped off your record.” I toss my shirt into the mud and climb onto the hood of my car, leaning back in the cold droplets of rain and sticking out my tongue.
“I’m going to burn these clothes when we get home,” Alexei says with a sigh, shying away when Bastian tries to offer him a hot dog on the end of a stick. Bohnes takes it instead, wandering over to the ketchup station while Ash and Widow take bets on who’ll win the next race.
Hype versus Nisha again.
Wonder what Nish will ask for if she wins this time?