10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Sunny
Ilean back on Revenant’s pillows, watching as he chuckles from the foot of the bed where he’s retreated to.
Tall, built like a brick shit house, hands hooked on his hips.
He gazes at me with eyes that look just a little less haunted than usual.
Well, if this is what happens when I make him laugh, I’ll make it my mission in life to make him laugh every minute of the day.
My stomach rumbles and his eyes narrow at the sound. “You eaten?”
“I had one bite of cold pizza before Bubbles decided to mouth off. So no, I haven’t eate-”
Revenant wraps his hand around mine, yanking me up from the bed. I slam into his chest and his eyes widen.
“Shit, sorry,” he mumbles. Clearly unaware of his own strength.
I shrug, just happy for my tits to be pressed against his hard torso. “I’m not.” I pat his hard chest before taking a step back.
He’s not ready for me. For this. But he will be. I’m nothing if not scarily stubborn. I always get what I want. Revenant will just have to learn that the hard way.
I turn toward the bathroom, lining up the shot and tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket. “Score!” I yell, hands held up over my head.
“Nice shot,” Revenant rumbles from behind me.
“I have brothers whose butts I needed to whoop in backyard basketball.” I shrug, turning on my heel and walking past him toward the door, not even bothering to put my boots, that I kicked off, back on.
Not when I’ve got my strut on. “You think that’s impressive, you should see some of my other skills,” I call over my shoulder.
Revenant coughs, choking on thin air. Judging by the pink coloring his cheeks, I know where his mind went.
“Jesus,” he mutters behind me.
I stalk down the hall, more confident in not only myself, but finding my way around the hall of never ending doors.
I stomp down the stairs, only to halt somewhere near the middle.
Tilting my head, I check the time on a clock shaped like a motorcycle which hangs on the wall.
8pm. The brothers seem to all be back from whatever it is they do, and all the bunnies have come out to play.
Not Bubbles, she’s probably busy trying to straighten and set her nose after I broke it.
All the others though? Well, they’re in various states of undress or mid-sexing.
“Shit,” Revenant curses behind me.
I roll my eyes, then stomp the rest of the way down the stairs. I’m not nearly as sheltered or innocent as he thinks. Not when I was introduced to the “For women” section of Pornhub by ol Laura “The Lezzie” Ledford. Turns out women like a lot of dom/sub rough stuff. And by women, I mean, me.
My foot is about to leave the last stair tread when I’m met by Gallows, eye to eye.
“Did you break my slut’s nose?”
“Yup.” He raises a brow. “She was being a cunt.” His other brow raises and he purses his lips before his gaze shifts over my shoulder.
Shit. I don’t want Revenant to get into trouble over little ol’ me, so I shift into remorse.
Just like my daddy likes to see. “I’m sorry for beating a bitch who was mouthing off.
I will try to use my words instead of my fists next time. ”
“Next time?” Gallows rumbles.
“I mean never. I’ll try to make sure it won't happen again. Sorry, Prez.” I give Gallows the big eyes and hope for the best.
He stares at me, unblinking. “You’re going to be a pain in the ass, aren't you?”
“As long as I’m at the clubhouse I’m gonna try real hard not to be.” He jerks his chin and steps to the side. “Can’t promise what happens outside of the clubhouse though,” I mumble under my breath, ignoring Mercy’s snort.
“Not even a full day and you’ve already got the big men scrambling.” Mercy says, waving to me to sit at the table with her, Ledger and Jubilee.
I plop down in the seat, shrugging. “I don’t see how. I’m just one woman. How the heck are they managing this lot?” I wave at the women in various stages of undress.
“They unzip their pants,” Mercy says drily.
“Hey now! I like to woo my ladies!” Ledger says, before slapping a passing bunny on the ass.
“Not in front of Sunny,” Revenant growls, wrapping his large hard around my bicep and gently tugging me to stand.
“I’m here to feed you, not have you corrupted by my brothers.
” He leads me away from the table and I grin and wave as Mercy, Ledger and Jubilee all talk shit about Revenant not sharing his toys.
“You know,” I start, drily, “you could have just asked me to follow you.”
He pauses for a beat before shoving open the swinging doors to the kitchen. His gaze slants toward me as he asks, “Would you have listened?”
“Not sure, but I guess we’ll never know now, huh?”
He rolls his eyes, grips me around the waist and plops me on a stool next to a long stainless steel counter.
And Brake who appears to be enjoying a very enthusiastic blow job.
He slams some bread onto the bench, then almost tears the hinges off the fridge door when he pulls it open.
I watch as he stands there for a long while, shoulders rising and falling before turning his head slightly.
“Sunny -”
“Ugh, fuck baby, yeah, a little harder -”
“Yes, Revenant?” I reply sweetly.
“Mmmh, fuck, yeeees -”
“-fuck’s sake!” He runs a hand down his face, and his jaw ticks like crazy.
“Choke on it, just how I like it -” Brake grunts, his hips pumping, his lily white ass cheeks clenching with every thrust forward.
It’s a sight to behold, the tears leaking down the cut slut’s face, her mascara a complete mess.
Her hand is between her legs, furiously rubbing her bald pussy as she jerks and moans around Brake’s veiny member.
It’s hard to tear my eyes away, and I don’t.
Not until I jerk to awareness when something slams onto the counter beside me.
“Brake, if you don’t get your cock out of this kitchen I will cut it off,” Revenant growls low and slow, the tone sending shivers down my spine. And not in a bad way.
“Fuck, Rev,” my head jerks back to the scene beside me, “Fuck, I’m almost, fuck fuck fuck!” The stump of Brake’s left hand hits the steel as he holds himself up, grunting and groaning low, his ass cheeks twitching.
The cut slut hollows her cheeks and her throat works, swallowing around Brake’s manhood. My thighs clench a little as I stare unabashed as they both reach their peak, the bunny moaning, her own juices dripping onto the linoleum beneath her.
“Holy shit, Trinity. Fuck, baby, lemme see.” Brake taps ‘Trinity’s’ chin with his good hand and she opens her mouth, Brake’s seed on her tongue.
“Good girl.” He dismisses her with a chin jerk before turning to Rev with a grin. “So, you were saying?”
Revenant
I’m going to kill him. Or her. Or someone.
But shit, someone or something needs to die so I can get my mind off Sunny watching Brake throat fuck Trinity.
Her eyes hooded with desire, her plump lips parted, the way she was squirming on that bar stool.
My cock is so fucking hard the press of my zipper against him is almost painful.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I growl at Brake, unable to do anything else.
My hands are gripping the countertop like my life fucking depends on it. If I let go, I just might grab Sunny and do something that we’ll both regret.
Brake yanks his pants up awkwardly, Trinity having the presence of mind to help him. She pulls up his zipper, buttons his jeans and then taps his softening cock.
“Now!” I roar, uncaring who else hears me losing my shit in here.
Turning to the reason why I’m losing my grip on shit, Sunny sits there, legs crossed, eyes on Trinity and Brake.
My head pulses watching her look at him that way.
She’s too pure, too innocent, too… not mine.
That’s what I need to remember. She’s not mine.
Not in that way. What do I care if she looks at Brake like that?
I’m here strictly to keep her safe. That’s all.
“Food,” I bark, making Sunny jump.
“Ah, yeah,” she clears her throat, “food, that’s what we’re here for!” She chirps, slapping her small hand on the countertop near mine. “How about you sit, and I cook?”
In Sunny fashion she doesn't wait for my answer. She hops off the stool and I don’t miss the way her legs tremble slightly. She straightens and heads for the double fridge, yanking open the doors and peering in.
“Huh. Color me surprised,” she mutters.
“What? Think we’re all just a bunch of animals eating pot noodles or takeout?” I say, thankful Brake and his dick have left the room so I can get a fucking grip.
“Yes,” she says, but I don’t miss her smirk.
I lean against the counter, watching as Sunny moves around the kitchen like she was born to be here.
She hums a little to herself while she assembles whatever it is she’s making, and it gives me an opportunity to watch her.
At some stage she put on one of my tshirts.
The material swamps her, completely hiding the jean cutoffs I know she’s wearing.
She lost her cowboy boots in my room too, so she’s standing at the counter, peeling apples in her socks.
I’ll have to carry her back to my room. I don’t want her stepping in body fluids or anything.
She hums softly to herself as she thinly slices apples.
The name suits her, Sunny. She’s light and good and all the things a man like myself would dirty up too much.
“How did Brake lose his hand?” she asks, eyes on the skillet she’s heating.
“Disarming a bomb.”
She snorts, “Instead it disarmed him.” She looks over her shoulder and wags her brows. It’s a terrible joke, but it doesn't stop the slow smile growing on my face. She shakes her head suddenly, covering her mouth. “I cannot believe I just said that out loud. Poor Brake.”
“Nothing poor about the man,” I rumble, “he’s doing just fine.”
“He sure is,” Sunny says under her breath and my fists clench.
Her shoulders jiggle a little and I frown at her back. “What?”
“No need to growl, big guy. Brake isn’t my type.”
“What is your type?” Shit. I cringe at the words that fly from my mouth unbidden.
Sunny turns slowly from the pan, flipper in hand, eyes on mine. She blinks, her gaze travels down my body, taking in my fists clenched on the countertop, before her eyes meet mine again.
“I like my men a little darker.”
Her words hang in the air between us as the silence grows. All the words that need to be said held hostage between us.
The kitchen swing doors hit the wall and we both jump, “Yo! What smells so damn good in here?”
Sunny recovers before I do, blinking twice and then pasting a smile on her face. Goddamn if it ain’t genuine too.
“You, my dear Coyote are just in time for fried apples and leftover biscuits.”
“Oh fuck yeah!” my brother says, grabbing a plate and cutlery and sitting his ass down beside me.
I turn slowly, to stare at him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“What?” he asks, mystified because he’s an idiot.
“Sunny isn’t your fucking chef, go get your own food.” I hiss at him, jumping when something hot and sticky slaps the back of my hand.
“Don’t be rude. There is more than enough.” Sunny smiles at Coyote, spatula in hand, before plating him up some apples and biscuits.
Before I can open my mouth a full plate slides my way and Sunny sits herself across from me.
“Eat up, boys.” She throws me a wink and loads up her biscuit, takes a bite and then moans long and low.
Coyote stares at the perfection sitting across from us, his gaze moving from her mouth to her tits hidden behind my shirt and I’ve had enough.
“That’s it, we’re taking this upstairs.” I grab my plate, and hers, and turn to leave. “Fuck.” Her socks.
I put everything down, lift her to standing, put my shoulder in her stomach and then hoist her over my shoulder. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn't fight back or screech. Nope, she giggles and one of her hands moves to my lower back, the other making her wiggle.
“Whatever you’re doing, stop it,” I grunt, worried that I’ll drop not only her, but our plates of food.
“I’m waving to Coyote.” she says as if it's obvious. “Enjoy the apples, buddy!”
I close my eyes, letting out a breath before carrying her through the common room and all my brothers’ whoops and jeers. Sunny laughs, waves and jokes with the brothers and despite my vows and pep talks with myself, I smile.