14. Ali
fourteen
Ali
I ’m on fire. Like literally burning alive right now. I would be more concerned if it wasn’t for the fact I knew why. Riot and Arsen. Waking up a few minutes ago to a half-naked man sandwich isn’t the worst thing to happen. Okay, it was downright the perfect way to wake up, and I recommend it to every woman out there. But the longer I lay here tangled between the two raging infernos of heat, the more I become drenched in sweat and my bladder is currently screaming for mercy. So, with very careful movements and well-placed limbs, I’m able to climb up and over Riot. The second I move, both men subconsciously scoot closer to the center of the bed, and I have to hold back a giggle when Riot reaches over and places his hand on Arsen’s hip. Where’s a camera when you need one?
Admiring the cuteness overload for just a second longer, I turn and head for the bathroom, keeping my steps quiet so as to not wake the sleeping pair. Both need as much sleep as possible since last night we all stayed up till the early hours watching movies and just existing. It was nice. Honestly the most peace I’ve felt in days, weeks, years even. I also think the guys needed it more. I mean, I’ve lived years knowing my family was shit, and I guess they knew theirs were too, but to find out your father actually wanted you dead must sting. Even for them.
Glancing back at the bed, I frown. I’ve been extra concerned about Arsen these last few days. He hasn’t brought it up yet, and I have a feeling he never will, but he killed his own father a week ago. Yes, his father was an evil asshole. I would have killed him and not lost an ounce of sleep, but that was his blood. He has to have some type of feelings about it, right? Something good he remembers of William that makes him regret what he did, even if it was necessary.
Even with my terrible childhood, I still remember when Richard took me to ride ponies one day when I was six. It was the best day ever because we got ice cream right after. Actually, now that I think about it, I should feel something too. I mean, I sent the sharp end of a hooker heel through my father’s chest and watched the life fade from his eyes but didn’t bat an eye. But I always knew I was broken. So maybe we can all be a little broken together.
With that thought, I head into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click before rushing to the toilet. My bladder cries with relief before I decide a shower is warranted right about now. Especially since I never did after my one-on-one time with Arsen. Which I’m still a little mad about. He couldn’t just let me do all the work like he said. Not that my vagina is complaining; the moment he flipped us, I was on the edge of climaxing. Even now I can feel his hand holding me down by my throat as he used me the way he needed, regardless of if it hurt him to move that way. Then when we came at the same exact time, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Just thinking about it has my pussy begging for another round with any one of my guys.
My guys. It’s still a strange concept, but one I don’t plan on fighting anymore. Even if I’ve only known these psychotic men for two weeks. Some things are just meant to be, I guess.
Flipping on the shower and trying to calm my raging hormones, I slip the oversized band tee over my head and step under the hot spray. Instantly my muscles relax, the odd feeling about not feeling anything about Richard’s death fading, along with everything else. I’m not sure how long I spend just standing under the spray, but when I notice my fingers have started to wrinkle, I quickly wash my hair and body before stepping out and into a towel.
With no clothes for me and not wanting to put the sweat-soaked tee back on, I leave the bathroom expecting the guys I left sleeping to be awake. To my surprise, they were still asleep and still cuddling. Awww. Realizing I was missing a man, I decided to go in search of him instead.
I find Cash at the kitchen table, surrounded by papers, maps, and a few tablets. The man looks exhausted, so I’m guessing while I and the other two were having a slumber party, this one was up doing what I’ve learned he does a lot. Obsess.
“Hey,” I call out, readjust the towel wrapped around my body and twisted at my chest. My hair is still dripping wet, but there is nothing I can do about it now. I’ve already committed to my next task, making Cash take a break.
He glances up with a nod and mumbles, “Good morning.” Before getting right back to business. I take a second to look him over while I pour myself a steamy cup of liquid gold. Cash’s blonde hair is sticking up in all directions, like he’s been running his hands through it nonstop. His normally bright blue eyes seem dull and tired, as they shift through sheets of paper. All he’s wearing is a pair of sweats, his chest and arms on full display, and I almost have to wipe the drool from my face when I realize I’m staring at the deep-cut V tapering his waist.
Taking a deep gulp of the black as my heart coffee, I debate on the best course of action with him. Probably just going straight for it. “When was the last time you slept, Cash?” I ask, taking another sip but keeping my focus on him. I almost think he’s not going to answer until he finally sits up and looks towards the clock on the wall.
“I got a few hours of sleep last night.” I hum as I set my coffee down and jump up on the counter across from his workspace. I spend a minute taking in the features of the kitchen. It’s all white counters and cupboards, giving it an always clean feel. Actually the entire house gives me that feeling, not that I’ve spent much time outside of Arsen’s room the last few days, worried something would happen if I did. Honestly, this house is just super nice. Nicer than anything I’ve lived in these past years. It’s one of those homes you would think a successful, happy family could live in, except for there are no personal touches anywhere. Other than clothes and a few electronics, the house looks staged to be sold on the market or something. Not that it matters, since I’m sure we won’t be staying here too long. Cash stands to stretch, his muscles flexing, and I can’t stop my eyes from drifting down his body. God, the man is built like Adonis. “There is something I’m missing. They shouldn’t have this much manpower behind them, and now they’ve gone underground. I just need to narrow down some places they might be held up so we can figure out our next move,” he says finally, looking up at me. I can see the dark circles lining his eyes, but the frustration at not having a plan is evident as well.
“Okay, but you don’t have to do it alone. Let us help. Tell us what you need.” I explain almost imploring him to actually listen because it’s true; he shouldn’t feel like he has to take on the world by himself. Not when we are all in this together now. Cash shakes his head like he is going to refuse, so I try a different topic. “Why don’t you take a break? Are you hungry?” Glancing around the kitchen, I take stock of where everything is. It’s nice when the cupboards are glass, and I can see everything inside. I’m not the best cook, but I’m sure I could whip up something edible.
“I’m actually starving.” Cash’s body heat consumes me a second later as the man appears out of thin air. Ninja fucker. I didn’t even hear him move as he steps between my legs, his hips pushing mine wider. That’s when I notice the new look in his blue eyes. They’ve gone from dull and tired to lust-filled pools. My mouth goes dry as he reaches up and tugs on the knot holding my towel together. The fabric tumbles to the counter as I’m suddenly once again bare to one of these men. His eyes drift over my body, goosebumps erupting as he bit his bottom lip. “I think I need a quick pick-me-up…” His eyes dip lower to my core, and I know what he sees— My pussy glistening with need. “Something sweet perhaps?” This time he licks his lips as his hand comes up around my neck in a lightning-fast move. My head jerks up, our eyes clashing a second before his mouth is on mine. The man devours me. Practically sucking the soul from my body as his grip tightens, making it clear who is in charge here. A moan gets caught in my throat as his other hand finds my core and begins rubbing teasing circles around my clit.
“Are you going to let me have my breakfast?” he asks, but I don’t answer. I can’t; his hold is cutting off what little oxygen I have left, but I won’t tell him to stop. “Well?” he taunts, and this time I nod, my eyes watering as I try to focus my body to relax. He is not trying to kill us. He is not trying to kill us. “Good girl.” Suddenly his hands disappear, and I don’t know if I want to whine or thank him for letting me breathe. I don’t get the chance to do either as hands reappear around my hips and yank me forward, and then he’s there. His mouth on my pussy as he begins to devour me in an entirely different manner. My body lights up like the Fourth of July as Cash feasts like a man starved. Lapping at my core like a dog with his favorite bone. It doesn’t take long for my body to ride the edge of the abyss, and within minutes, I’m falling headfirst into an orgasm. I expect him to stop there, but I realize Cash is an overachiever, so he continues on, drinking up my juices as my body begins to feel all Jello-like. It’s not until the third orgasm that he finally slows, giving my now tender pussy a few more slow licks before standing. He stares down at me, like the cat that got the cream, as he moves in for another kiss, this one less demanding but no less dominant than the last. My cum coats my tongue, sweet yet tangy, as he finally pulls away, smirking down at me. Grabbing the towel, he wipes off his face, and I frown, enjoying the fact he was just covered in me.
“I knew breakfast was the most important meal of the day, but damn.” I joke as I slump back against the cupboard, naked as the day I was born and trying to calm the tingles still rushing through my body. So, we might need to sanitize the kitchen now, but it was totally worth it.
“Awww…. Why do I always miss naked time with Ali? She’s my wife.” I don’t bother opening my eyes as I hear the other two enter the kitchen; I just smile at the whine I can hear in Riot’s voice. I swear the man is a big, oversized child sometimes.
“You fucked her in the shower while Arsen was being operated on.” Cash calls out dryly, and I almost choke on my own spit at his words. My eyes snap open in panic that Arsen might take it the wrong way, but the man is already staring at me.
I open my mouth to explain, but he just shrugs. “I would have done the same. You needed a distraction, and he gave you one,” is all he says as he slowly moves to the coffee pot. I immediately jump down and race to the pot before him, calling out, “I got it.” He still doesn’t need to be moving around a lot. Thankfully he doesn’t argue and heads for Cash and the table instead.
As I drop off coffee for all the guys, I finally realize that I am still buttass naked. “I’m going to go get dressed.” Riot mumbles something about how he doesn’t mind the view, but I’m sure I’m a bit distracting, and now that Arsen is up and moving, I know Cash will want to start actually planning something together. But just as I’m about to cross the doorway, an alert sounds on one of Cash’s tablets. Forgoing clothes for the moment, I turn around and wait for an explanation. Cash is staring at his tablet, a look of annoyance followed by fury erasing all the lust that was there seconds ago. When he doesn’t say anything or explain, I move back to the table and stand right behind him to look for myself. There on the small screen, a team of five or six men, decked out in tactical gear, move room to room through a house that looks oddly similar to this one. I have so many questions right now, but before I can voice any of them, another tablet dings, the same alert sounding. Riot picks up this one and shows us the exact same thing. Men in gear searching a house.
“Well, it appears James and Henry have made the first move.”