Chapter 21 #3
“Damn, baby. You really did miss me,” he chuckled, running his fingers through the mess. “Please tell me they let you have your pill in there. I really don’t want to wrap my cock up.”
I huffed out an amused breath, eyeing him. “Yes, they let me have it.”
“Thank fuck,” he replied, reaching between us to rub his cock against the wet mess I’d made. “That was so hot. Do it again.”
“I didn’t plan on the first time,” I said dryly, gasping as he started pushing inside.
“Did you miss our cocks?” Jensen murmured, nipping my jaw gently. “We’ll have to train your pussy to take us all again.”
When I responded with a moan, he spread his fingers around my throat and kissed me, scrambling my brain even more as Tyler started a punishing pace.
Lukas appeared on my other side and Jensen turned my head to get me to give him a kiss next, my body coiled tight as the need to come again built. They were going to kill me tonight with orgasms.
I blindly reached for their cocks, wanting to touch them too, and they kicked their boxers off in record time to give me what I wanted.
“Do you think you can take two?” Lukas asked, nibbling my neck just below my ear as I stroked him, my thumb brushing the piercing in the tip. I nodded, but Tyler stopped me from moving as he fucked me faster, a shriek leaving me as he rubbed my clit and made me come again.
“Shh,” Jensen warned, thankfully convincing Tyler to stop so we could change positions.
It was uncomfortable as I straddled Tyler and Lukas carefully worked his way into my ass, but they took their time, knowing my body wasn’t used to being stretched lately.
They made me come again before Jensen shoved his cock in my mouth, the three of them using me in the best way until Tyler filled my pussy with cum, Lukas not far behind him in my ass.
“I’m not coming in your mouth tonight,” Jensen grunted, pulling me off the guys and not caring about the mess we were making as he spread me out and fucked my pussy so hard I saw stars.
My nails dug into his back as he dropped a hand between us to rub my clit, forcing one more orgasm out of me before finishing himself and collapsing on top of me. A shudder rolled through me as he gave me a few gentle thrusts, his piercing rubbing against my G-spot and making my body tingle.
“Stop moving. If I come again, I’m going to die. I need to clean up,” I murmured as I ran my fingers through his hair and made no effort to move.
“Sleep like this,” he stated as he stopped teasing me, but I shook my head.
“My first night’s sleep at home will not be a sticky one. I’ll be back in a second,” I huffed, and he thankfully rolled off me without an argument, letting me slip into the bathroom alone.
I sat on the toilet to clean the mess, deciding against a shower. I was too damn tired and I’d already had two today.
The guys were out of bed when I returned, and Lukas tucked me under his arm as he approached.
“Sleeping in Ty’s room. The bed’s soaked,” he grinned, kissing my cheek and offering me a shirt and fresh panties. “Unless you really want to sleep in here, then we’ll change the bed.”
“Too tired for that,” I chuckled, letting him lead me out into the hallway to Tyler’s room.
The guys passed out fast, but I surprisingly didn’t. I laid there for two hours before scowling and carefully slipping from the bed, making sure I didn’t wake any of them.
I walked past my room and heard a noise, rolling my eyes when I opened the door.
“Hey, creep,” I greeted Marco, his eyes running over me slowly as he studied my arms now that they were uncovered and my tattoos were exposed. They hadn’t seen them earlier because of my hoodie.
He had his helmet and the jacket I’d borrowed in hand, motioning to them before finally replying.
“Sorry, just grabbing the bike. Where’d you put the key? Threw it in a river? Trash disposal? Swallowed it?” he joked, moving closer so I could see the teasing smirk on his face. “It reeks of sex in here. Making up for lost time?”
“As much as I should’ve thrown the key into the ocean, no, I didn’t,” I said dryly, moving to the bedside drawer and grabbing the key from under a bunch of things. I turned, bumping into his firm chest.
How did he move so damn quietly? It was freaky.
“You’re too big to be so quiet,” I stated as I went to side-step him, but he grabbed my arm gently and tugged me closer.
“I’m sorry for not telling you about the tracker earlier.”
“I still don’t forgive you.”
“You don’t have to. You don’t owe me anything, Princess,” he murmured, lifting a hand to brush my hair from my face as he held my gaze. “Although, a blow job would be nice.”
He laughed as I swatted at him, taking a step back.
“I’d rather drink acid,” I deadpanned, holding out the key. “Next time, knock at a decent hour. Stop breaking in.”
I turned and headed towards the door, his voice stopping me. “You need to be careful. Skeet isn’t the guy you fell in love with, Rory. You haven’t seen this side of him before. He’s hurt and angry, which means he’s dangerous. The Soldiers are still after you too, so don’t let your guard down.”
“Do you know something about the Soldiers? Speak now or fuck off,” I warned as I looked back at him, and he motioned for me to follow him.
“Come outside with me for a second. Hunt’s out there.”
“Why do I want to see Hunter?”
“Please? He feels like an ass.”
I didn’t particularly want to see either of them or care that they felt bad, but I sighed and followed Marco through the silent house, walking outside into the chilly night’s air. I should have put pants on or something.
My feet started going numb instantly as we walked down the front stairs to the driveway, where Hunter was leaning against the side of his car that was next to Marco’s bike.
“Hey. Sorry, he wasn’t supposed to wake you,” he said apologetically, pushing off his car.
“Tell her about Razor,” Marco said before I could reply, tossing the jacket in the back seat of Hunter’s car before straddling his bike and lighting a cigarette.
Hunter looked annoyed that he’d dragged me out here, glancing at my legs. “It’s cold out here. You didn’t let her put pants or shoes on?”
“She’s a big girl,” he shrugged, putting his feet on the handlebars and getting comfortable across the bike like he expected to be there for a while.
Hunter huffed but stepped closer to me, scrolling on his phone before turning it to face me. It was a photo of Razor and one of his guys talking outside our gate.
“Razor was here earlier tonight. We’ve been keeping an eye on him, but it’s obvious he’s lurking.
We’ll keep tabs on him, but that doesn’t mean you’re safe.
Josie really needs permanent security at the gate, or to at least remember to close it.
It was open when we arrived. Will you take guns from me? I know you don’t trust me, but—”
“I don’t trust you, but I know you don’t want me locked up or you wouldn’t have worked so hard to get me out,” I scoffed, crossing my arms to try and stop the cold.
My feet were frozen on the cold ground, and my skin pebbled with goosebumps.
It felt like it was snowing somewhere, the air having an icy chill to it.
He seemed relieved and turned to his car, rummaging inside and pulling a bag out before coming back to hold it out to me.
“They’re all small handguns. If you want to get some practice in, let me know and I’ll go with you.
Remember, Skeet’s not on your side, so don’t get cornered at the shooting range with him.
I’d highly suggest the others learn to shoot too, but don’t let them keep the guns on them.
If you run into trouble, you can toss them one and know they have it handled,” he said seriously as I opened the bag to see four or five guns inside. “Struggling to sleep?”
I frowned, looking back up at him. “Why do you say that?”
“Because there’s no way the guys would be awake if they knew you were out here talking to us and haven’t come down to give me the third degree. You also look like shit,” he answered with a wince, making Marco chuckle as he smoked.
“She’s fine. They just spent the evening gangbanging her, so no wonder she looks like that while they’re dead to the world.”
“Like what?” I demanded, looking down at myself. I looked fine.
“You look like you’ve been awake for a month. Did Lex do those tattoos?” Hunter asked carefully, reaching out to touch my arm, but I stepped back.
“Yes, Lexi did them. I appreciate the guns, but now Marco’s got his bike back, can you leave? You’re wrong, I was sleeping just fine until I woke up because some asshole was sneaking around my house,” I argued, and Hunter sighed.
“Alright, we’re leaving. If you do struggle to sleep, it’s normal. Your brain’s still in survival mode, so give yourself some time to adjust. The tattoos suit you,” he murmured before thankfully stepping back towards his car. “Let’s go.”
Marco huffed but sat up and flicked his cigarette aside, giving me a wink before putting his helmet on.
“They didn’t fuck you right if you’re still awake. You sure you don’t want to come with us? You’d sleep like a baby. You look really hot with tattoos, by the way.”
“Go fuck yourself, Ortega,” I said bluntly, but part of me kind of wished there was a way they could stay. I always slept easily when they were on look-out.
“Hey,” he called out when I turned to walk away, and for some reason, I paused. “You’ll be alright in a few days. It’s rough when you first get out, but once you get a few good nights’ sleep and some good food, you’ll feel better.”
I nodded once to show I’d heard him before walking back into the house and locking the door on my way back upstairs.
Once I’d stashed the bag of guns in my closet, I tiptoed back to Tyler’s room and carefully made my way back into the middle.
I passed out pretty quickly after that.