TWENTY-EIGHT
DAKOTA
With weak legs, I looked down at the floor and my vision blurred. His deep voice sliced through the air but the sound was too distraught.
I watched her cower as he stood in front of him and with one final sentence, tears streamed down her face as she slowly stepped back, shaking her head in denial. With a trembling chin, she whipped around, rushing down the hallway before disappearing around the corner.
Kaden ran a frustrated hand down his face and in confusion, Chase rounded the corner. His eyes landed on Kaden who balled his hand into a fist. He said something but Kaden cut him off.
With a deep breath of confidence, I brushed my feelings aside as I approached them. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t—
“If this ruins things with Dakota, I swear to fucking God, Chase,” Kaden said as I slipped my arm around his and his body tensed.
With a clenched jaw of frustration, he looked down at me but when our gazes met, his hard eyes softened.
“What are we talking about?” I innocently asked, glancing between him and Chase.
They both seemed reluctant, and even though I knew exactly why, I didn’t speak. I simply needed to hear this from them.
“Go ahead without me,” Chase said to Kaden and he nodded, placing a firm hand on my lower back.
He indicated for me to walk and I did so, feeling a knot of nervousness form in my stomach. So he isn’t going to tell me?
He was silent the entire walk, and we finally reached a large door. It was guarded by two freakishly buff security men.
When their gazes fell on Kaden, one stepped aside and the other unlocked the door with a code. He opened the door and Kaden motioned for me to head inside.
I entered the dim lit room. Expensive cologne, strong whiskey and cigar smoke immediately drifting into my nose.
After Kaden stepped in behind me, the door closed and I nearly froze seeing a group of men sitting around a black poker table. Two of them had women standing behind them—conversing with each other.
Their gazes landed on me fast and sharp, and my stomach dropped.
As soon as I met Logan’s gaze, he shifted his chair back, not tearing his eyes from me.
Wordlessly, I walked over, having a seat on his left leg and two of the men grinned, one chuckled, and the other shook his head.
“You sure you want to split your attention?” he asked Logan and his gravelly voice startled me. Grey stubble trailed along his jaw, and the silver tooth in his grin caught the light.
“Thanks for making it easier for us, sweetheart,” another man sent a wink my way before lifting his cigar back to his lips and my heart raced. What am I making easy for them?
Kaden pouring himself a drink with a cigar between his lips caught my attention and I studied him for a second.
He must’ve felt me staring because he leaned back against the edge of the table, eyes locking with mine
Logan’s hand firmly slipped around my waist and his grip tightened, making me look down.
“All in,” one of the men said and Logan’s hand slipped to the top of my thigh.
A deadly silence fell over the room, and it was as though you could hear a pin drop. One by one, the men folded.
I had never played poker before, so I genuinely had no clue what was going on and why the tension was so thick and heavy.
Their cards were turned and slowly, the room filled with soft gasps by the women, and a few curse words from the men.
It was Logan’s turn, and I watched the man across from him hold his stare. An eerie chill crawled up my spine in anticipation. Logan revealed his cards and the arrogance of the man in front of him vanished, instantly replaced by fury.
“Jesus Christ,” one of the men groaned, grabbing his drink as he threw his head back, downing the entire thing.
The man beside Logan gave him an approving nod and I shifted on his lap, making his grip on my thigh tighten.
“I can’t tell, did you win?” I whispered to Logan and a grin formed on his lips.
Two of the men chuckled, looking at each other and I noticed a third man run his fingers up and down his jaw as he kept his eyes on Logan’s cards.
“Maybe next time,” Logan said to the man across the table, and I didn’t miss the tick in his jaw.
“One day, Hale. One day,” was all he said as he got to his feet.
One after the other, the men soon rose from their seats, some leaving with a handshake and some with a nod.
The table was decorated with playing cards, poker chips and wads of cash.
“They’re just leaving their money?” I asked in confusion and Logan gripped the nape of my neck, pulling my lips to his. I smiled into the kiss, turning my body towards him.
“It’s my money,” he said against my lips, and my eyes grew wide. All of it?
* * *
With tired legs, I dragged myself into the house. What a night.
The guys all entered behind me, but before I could speak, Logan did.
“Go up to the playroom and wait for us,” he instructed and I swallowed hard. Though hesitant, I still obeyed.
Entering my bedroom, I stripped off my dress and shoes. I got rid of all my accessories, before heading to the playroom.
I sat down on the floor—on my knees—at the edge of the bed as I waited for them. Goosebumps trailed up my bare skin, making me shudder.
They wanted me in red lace panties—nothing else—and on my knees whenever they sent me up here.
Each thump of my heavy heart echoed in my ears as my vision blurred with tears. These past few weeks had been overwhelming in the worst possible way, and with the kiss Kaden and Josie just shared…
A tear trickled down my warm cheek but I instantly brushed it away, sniffling quietly. Don’t cry, Dakota. Don’t make this about yourself. The guys suffered, apologized, and reassured you, not to mention they’ve been patient. Don’t be selfish right now.
The door finally opened and my body stilled, eyes glued to the floor.
Their footsteps drew closer and one of them crossed the room.
A hand caressed the top of my head before he cupped the side of my face and I looked up, meeting Logan’s eyes. “Stand up.”
I did as I was told and he turned me around, gripping the nape of my neck as he bent me over the bed. I placed my palms down flat on either side of my head, and without warning, a whip landed on my ass and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“One,” I sighed. The whip landed on my ass again—harder—and I groaned, pressing my chest into the mattress. “Two.”
His grip on my neck tightened as the whip sliced through the air and I arched my back, emitting a cry of pleasure into the room.
“Oh—three,” I moaned, feeling my ass buzz with warmth. He whipped me seven more times and my heart pounded in my ears.
Pulling me upright, he turned me and tossed me onto his shoulder. I gasped, gripping his waist. Still being upside down, I watched him cross the room and lay me on a… chair? Well, it wasn’t a typical chair.
I laid on my back and Chase lifted both of my arms, tying my wrists above my head. Logan grabbed my leg, lifting it into the air before tying my calf to a bar with a padded cushion. He did the same with my other leg, and I laid back with both legs in the air as my chest rose and fell. Oh my…
Chase kissed my shoulder, as he kneaded my breasts in his hands. My eyes fluttered closed and he buried his face in the crease of my neck, pinching and twisting my hard nipples between his fingers.
I could hear Logan unbuckling his belt between my legs. He pushed my lace panties aside, slowly dragging his engorged head up my wet entrance. I shuddered, feeling the muscles in my stomach tighten as I looked down at him.
His eyes were fixated between my legs as he slowly pushed his tip inside of me. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, lifting my hips for more.
He pulled back, running the thick head of his hard erection over my clit and my mouth gaped open. Oh fuck.
With my eyebrows pinched together, I noticed something devious dancing behind his eyes. He pulled back completely.
“Please,” my hips lifted in a plea. His head tilted to the right. “Please, sir. I need more,” I whimpered, feeling the deep suck of Chase’s mouth on my neck.
A sound of approval from deep within his chest emitted into the room. “Are you my pathetically needy come slut?” he pressed his tip to my entrance.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Say it.”
“I—” my words were cut off with a moan when Chase’s teeth sunk into my skin. “I’m your pathetically needy come slut.”
“Atta girl,” he gripped my thigh, thrusting into me and my cry filled the room as I arched my back. He pulled out before slamming into me—repeatedly—and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Something cold clamped onto both my nipples and when I forced my eyes open, they landed on Chase. He wrapped a firm hand around my throat, smashing his lips to mine.
I moaned into his mouth as I tugged my hands in the cuffs, desperate to touch him. His tongue slipped into my mouth and my muscles tightened around Logan, making him groan.
Logan’s wet fingers circled my clit and I broke the kiss with Chase, allowing my eyes to flutter closed. “Logan,” I moaned, feeling my body tingle with warmth.
Chase’s grip on my neck tightened as his lips found mine again.
Our tongues glided messily as we shared a sloppy fast paced kiss. The unwavering tension between us had been building up for too long.
Overwhelming pleasure seeped into every vein as Logan thrusts harder and faster, making it nearly impossible to kiss Chase back.
He groaned into my mouth, tightening the clamp on my nipple and I squeezed around Logan again, making him whimper.
“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” Logan’s strained voice drifted in my ears.
“Always ready to milk my dick— fuck, baby, fuck,” he whimpered, digging his fingers into my skin.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing me,” he slapped my clit before allowing his head to roll back.
The blissful sensations were too much and I could barely get a sound out.
The noises he made filled the room—along with his skin slapping against mine—and my arousal soaked him between my legs. If pleasuring my men was a kink, then I most definitely had it.
The mere sound of what I was capable of doing to them, and how I could make them feel was enough to send me over the edge.
“Logan, please,” I breathlessly whined between kisses. “Please, let me— come.”
His hold on me loosened, and he didn’t hesitate before pulling out of me.
I winced, opening my eyes as I looked down at him. With a heaving chest he stood between my legs—his eyes, dark and sinister.
His large hand stroked his hard erection and I desperately licked my lips, watching him go from base to tip.
I swallowed and in no time, he was replaced by Chase.
I fisted my hands, feeling the pulse in my neck throb intensely.
And just like Logan, Chase rammed into me with no warning, and definitely, no hesitation. A sharp pain shot through my body as he entered me. I threw my head back, drawing my brows together with a strangled cry lodged in my throat
“Open,” Logan commanded, appearing beside me. With barely two strokes, his come exploded down my throat and I arched my back, swallowing every drop.
He pulled out of my mouth and I squirmed, adjusting to Chase’s size. His fingers dug into my skin with force and a soft groan slipped from his throat. He muttered something under his breath as he kept his eyes fixated between my legs.
“Du er s? v?t, kjaere,” he groaned before throwing his head back.
My clit ached as I trailed my eyes up his chest and to his throat with my orgasm nearing.
His pace quickened, and before I knew it, long strings of his come filled me up and my pussy squeezed around his length, holding him inside of me.
Soon, he was pulling out too, leaving me on edge.
Entirely out of breath, I closed my eyes in frustration and they untied me. I was picked up and carried across the room by one of them. I opened my eyes when Kaden tossed me on the bed.
He got on top of me and my heart sank as he positioned his body between my legs. He kissed up from my lower stomach and between the valley of my breasts until he finally circled his tongue over my nipple.
I whimpered, pushing my chest into his face and his hand grabbed my other breast as he squeezed it.
He kissed up the front of my throat and I gripped his muscular biceps as his lips trailed down to the crease of my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back tears as my pulse picked up.
All I could see was them. The image of them kissing flashed in my mind repeatedly, and my heart ached. He still hasn’t told you, Dakota.
“No, stop,” I breathlessly said, pushing him back but he continued leaving wet kisses down my neck. “No—Kaden fuck—stop,” I whimpered, pushing him off me as I scurried out from under him and up against the headboard.
I didn’t miss the darkness in his eyes—clearly having no intention of stopping—as he looked up at me.
Chase stood at the edge of the bed, and when I met his gaze, his head slightly tilted to the right.
With a clenched jaw, Kaden came closer and I turned my head away from him, lifting my hands and I pulled my knees up to my chest.
My safe word left my lips in a faint whisper as though I was spewing venom.