Chapter 30 #2
“Scarlett.” Widow turns his head to look at me, perching his elbows on his strong splayed thighs.
He looks like a gang boss with the way he’s sitting, flashing that scratcher ink on the back of his hand.
“What the hell are you doing? You were the one who said that free use wasn’t applicable in life-or-death situations.
” He gives me the most objectifying look I’ve ever received in my life, flicking his hard-knock eyes down my body and back up again.
I shiver straight down to my spine, thinking of last night and how domineering he was without crossing too many lines.
“Life-or-death? This little misunderstanding? Please.” I mock him, knowing that’ll get him riled up nice and good.
He needs that anger to survive the day. It’s important.
My eyes drift past him to Ash, studying his reflection in the katana’s blade.
He looks like he’s considering hara-kiri.
“You going to argue with me, too?” I ask, but he’s already taken a seat on the bench like I told him to.
Ash’s eyes are feverish, obsession and love and sacrifice coloring his irises.
“Never. Please God, do whatever the fuck you want to me.” Ash sets the sword aside, reaching down and grabbing hold of his borrowed sweatpants.
With his right hand flat on the bench, he rolls his hips up and drags those pants down, leaving them bunched at his knees.
Bare ass back on the bench, using his left hand to wrap his cock.
“Bold.” Bohnes sounds annoyed, shoving his own pants down and out of the way.
He’s frowning when he takes himself in hand, smearing his thumb across his dripping tip.
He’s more than ready for me, but I dance back out of his reach, catching Widow’s eyes as they flick from the half naked man on his right to the other on his left.
I turn around and there’s Alexei, one hand pressed flat over his mouth. He’s staring at the locker room in complete disgust. He’s absolutely repulsed. I put my hands on my hips and stare him down. He’s wide-eyed and twitchy, peering back at me from big, pale eyes.
“I’m starting with you today, my little clean freak.”
“Here?” he asks, like I’ve asked him to rut in a garbage dump.
“Is this any worse than Bohnes’ killing woods? There are probably hundreds of bodies buried there.” I’m only guessing.
“There are no bodies there at all.” Bohnes chuckles, like he thinks I’m being cute.
“This is far worse than the woods,” Alexei hisses, eying a pair of rumpled panties (not mine) on the ground by my feet. I kick them away. There. All cleaned up. “By all means, feel free to leave me out of this.”
Widow is frustrated as he ruffles his hair up.
“I am so fucking pussy drunk,” he gripes, tilting his head back and letting it fall enticingly to one side to stare at me. “You have a knack for getting me involved in shit that I don’t want to be involved in. The mob is on their way here. Getting caught with our pants down is a horrible idea.”
“All four of you were so ready to prove to me last night that you’re big-swinging-dick-men who have more needs than poor little ol’ lady-pants over here can provide. Stop complaining and get your dicks out.”
I’m dead serious here.
“Please, Scarlett,” Ash moans, dramatic and beautiful with this curve to his neck that’s exaggerated enough to be eerie. He’s bent backwards like a crescent moon, fuck. I’ve slapped the Aspen off of him, and all this raw Ash-flesh is exposed. “Don’t put me to the blade with an erection.”
I smirk.
“Sit.” I point at the bench, directing Alexei as I see Widow plant his palms stubbornly on either side of him.
Cock hard in his tight jeans, but ignored.
He won’t touch it himself. He’ll wait for me.
I bite my lower lip. Loving one person is hard.
Loving four is harder. Now that I kind of give a shit about these four pricks, I don’t want them to feel like they’re missing out by having me as a partner.
“Bohnes, what order should I fuck you guys in? Seems political somehow.”
“My love isn’t fragile enough to be shaken by something so insignificant.
” Bohnes is shameless, jerking himself off with lewd motions and heavy eyes.
They never leave me, those eyes, not even when I put my palms on Alexei’s shoulders.
Kellin is going to watch—and pleasure himself to—the entire scene.
I hope so.
“How noble,” Alexei retorts as he frees himself from his sweats, pushed just low enough for his dick to peek out. I drag his mask down and he shudders, eying my fingertips like he isn’t sure that they’re clean. I did touch Widow’s hair with these. Also…
“I drank from that water fountain,” I whisper and Alexei’s eyes go wide as I drop my mouth to his, kissing him as he shudders and his skin pebbles with goose bumps. He grabs me and drags me close, hands enveloping my pelvis.
The air smells like fragrant soap and a gentle waft of body spray. It’s steamy and warm.
I see why my girls choose this as their spot to play.
“You better relax and let this be quick. If the mob shows up and I’m not done, I’ll make them wait.” My expression is pure smug, total confidence. No shits left to give. Fake it ‘til you make it. Reptile brain calm and red-blooded mammal sex.
“You’re not going with me,” Alexei snaps back, but I ignore him, rubbing my fully clothed body against his. I am going with him, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Arguing now won’t change a thing.
I stand up, slipping out of my black leather jacket and the red romper underneath. I just have to unbutton the sides, in order to get it off. I take it over my red heels. Nice, wide-leg shorts so it’s easy to slip off. If I’m dying today, I’m looking nice for my own funeral.
Bam, dressed down to my slutty lingerie.
Spreading my legs over Alexei, I meet his eyes and use two fingers to drag my panties aside. I nip my own lip and groan, sweet heat smearing across my knuckles as I expose my greedy little hole. Am I sore from last night? Sure. Is this going to hurt so damn good?
Hell yeah it is.
I sink down on Alexei’s pretty white cock, the length of it straining and dripping and begging silently to be conquered. He might not admit it. He might not even be aware of it. But he craves my ownership over his soul.
“Mmm.” I’m shameless as I drop down, my thighs slamming into his. Oo, definitely sore. Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him and ride him hard enough that the bench creaks.
Widow makes a strange sound. He’s so jealous, I can feel the energy vibrating the air.
I have to soothe him next or he’s gonna have a fit.
I work Alexei with hard, quick jerks of my hips, counting on his overwhelming horror of having sex in this place to get him to cum like it’s painful.
He loves it when I push him to the edge of his limits, just shy of going over.
My put-together aristocrat husband spasms underneath me, clutching at my ass and shooting his load. Just a heathen underneath all that mobster suavity. Alexei is a gentleman compared to the other boys, but he’s just as kinky as they are. Hot damn.
I pull away quickly and he chokes on a gasp, gloved fingers sliding off my left hip. His fingers are bare and tingling against my right side, overheated skin clashing against overheated skin.
“If we get interrupted by the mob while I’m inside of you, I’ll go feral.
” Widow is defensive when I walk over to him, drawing back slightly as I pop into a sassy pose with my heeled shoes touching his boots.
I’m turned-on but intentionally unsatisfied.
I don’t think I’ll be able to cum four times on a quickie, especially after last night.
I have to use my magic on them and hold my own satisfaction back.
One orgasm will be fine. If I have four, I’ll be useless.
“Okay.” I work my jaw, knowing the next question will be offensive. Widow hesitates, clearly caught off-guard by my agreement. “Use your safe word on me then. Say it, King of Prescott High. Call out parking space like the lil’ bitch you are.”
This is the same move he used on me last night.
“You’re joking right?” Widow doesn’t like that.
I knew he wouldn’t. He shakes his head and drags his fingers through his street-tousled hair.
I try to imagine him with a modern wolf cut.
Treasure’s fuckboy is a very talented barber.
This’ll be nice. “You think I’ll use a safe word when you’d rather get spit on than acquiesce?
Risk me attacking the mob, mid-fuck then. Do it. I dare you.”
“Less bitching and more fucking, and we’d be done already.” I straddle Widow, squeezing my thighs against his. His arms come around me, possessive and strong. He says words like ‘acquiesce’, words that nobody else in Prescott would ever dare say. Such a reader. “Get. Your. Dick. Out.”
His mouth twists into a mean but very sexy smile as his fingers free his impressive monster dick for me.
I reach between us and guide his stubborn hard-on where we both know it needs to go. Dropping down hard, taking all of him in one bold move. He stares into my face, knowing precisely what I’m thinking because he thinks the same way.
“Bounce on me, Scarlett.” He’s bossy and cavalier, and I want to slap him.
But he also knows there are three other guys in there, and I have to give a little.
He was a good king last night, wasn’t he?
Taking control without letting the other boys know he was doing it.
Even Bohnes was persuaded to listen to a natural Prescott-born leader.
Widow is rough with me, encouraging me to move like he wants me. He uses me a little, but I like it. I’m dragged and lifted and fucked with easy, confident motions. He makes himself cum by taking what he needs. And then: “Get off. I’m done.”
He waves his hand dismissively, and I slap him. My wrist is grabbed and brought to his mouth where he reverently kisses my knuckles.