Blue
A fter I pee, I take the quickest rinse off of my life, leave the shower running, step out to dry off, and then stand in front of the mirror staring into my eyes. I let myself have thirty seconds to swoon over the three hot men who made me feel something other than rage and grief for the first time since my mother died. I let myself pretend I’m just a normal girl. A normal girl who could have something more than sex with them. Keep that connection and build on it, and then…I let it all drain away because I’m not that girl and I never will be. I watch my eyes harden in the mirror and then reach for my makeup bag, palming the small vial in it. One deep breath and a sassy smirk re-forms on my tight-lipped expression.
I flick off the shower, turn to the door, and count to twenty in my head before pushing it open to step back into the bedroom where three large naked men are laid out on the bed. I sway my hips as I walk over to the side Black is laying on, dip down and lick his half-erect cock and then pull back and step away.
“I need to go down and let the dog out or she’s going to make a mess on the floor. I could also use another drink.”
All three of them stare at me with various levels of wariness so I roll my eyes and throw up my hands.
“Obviously, one of you needs to come with me so I don’t go running out into the neighborhood naked screaming for help that I clearly do not need!”
Red and Green laugh but are quick to say, “Not it!” at the same time.
Black just stares at me with a penetrating look.
“You good, ?”
I let my eyes fall to his lap and swipe at my bottom lip before answering him.
“Not as good as I’ll be with another shot of Patrón and your dick in me.”
His expression doesn’t change and for a split second I feel like he can read all my secrets with just his eyes but then he juts his chin at the door and reaches to fist his cock.
“Make it quick, baby.”
I wink. “Sure, as long as you don’t.”
I let out a laugh and head to the door, slipping out. Halfway down the staircase I step to the side of one, avoiding the creak it makes that I had noted earlier and then call for Skipper. She meets me at the bottom, prancing and hitting me with her best doggie glare to let me know that yes, she does need to go outside. I open the back door and I don’t even need to shoo her out. If she was a bigger dog, she would have taken me off my feet to find the nearest patch of grass she moves so fast. I laugh and call out “Sorry” to her and then head to the kitchen.
My ears hear the creak of the stair I’ve been waiting for, making me silently laugh. I knew one of them would follow me down here. People like us have a very shallow well of trust.
I pretend I’m not being spied on and open a cupboard to pull out highball glasses with my free hand. Under the counter, I pop off the top of the vial and then use that hand to grab the neck of the bottle of Patrón. I pour both the vial and the tequila into each glass and then turn to the fridge to get the Pom juice, leaving the now empty vial in the fridge. Once their drinks are poured, I snag my taller, empty glass from before and make my own cocktail, barely adding any alcohol to it. I’ve sobered up and need to stay that way now. I leave all four completed cocktails on the counter and go back to let Skipper in and then pretend to jump when I spot Black standing at the bottom of the stairs.
I give him an exasperated look and with an exaggerated eye roll, wave him over.
“At least your lack of trust works in my favor. Come help me carry these drinks upstairs.”
He almost looks guilty for a moment but I don’t want to see that so I turn away from him and go back to the kitchen, snagging my tall glass and one of the highball glasses, leaving the other two for him to carry. I turn to breeze past him but he puts a hand on my arm, stopping me.
“…I wish…” He sighs, leaving the wish unfinished. My hands tighten around the glasses and I give a quick shake of my head.
“If only wishes meant anything, right?” I rise up onto my tiptoes to press a kiss on the corner of his lips and then drop down and step back. “So, let’s make one that will come true. I wish for your big, thick dick to drill me into that bed.” He sighs again but nods so I tilt my head to the kitchen. “Go grab those drinks and meet me up there.”
I don’t look back. I’ve learned, taught myself, to never look back. That’s how I survive. I shake off the pity party by the time I stride back into the bedroom and see Green and Red almost asleep. Perfect, that makes this even easier.
“Hey! What kind of party is this?” I sass, making them both perk up.
I hand one of them a drink and suck back half of mine before cocking a hip.
“Black’s promised to drill me into the mattress. Are you telling me he’s the only one who can go three times in one night? Such a shame. You both had such promise!”
Red powers back his drink in a couple gulps, lifts the glass to his eyes and frowns, making me swallow hard.
“Damn, that’s really good. I could go for another of those.”
My shoulders come back down and I wave at the door just as Black comes in and hands a drink to Green.
“Sorry, I used the last of the mix. Besides, you don’t want to miss the next round, do you?”
I hit him with a sexy look, watching Green shoot back his drink. I turn to Black and lift an eyebrow as I bring my own drink to my lips. He mimics my movements and then drops the empty glass on the dresser. There it is, all wrapped up in a neat bow for me. I hand him my glass and then turn to crawl up onto the bed, looking over my shoulder at him with the promise of what’s to come. There will be no more control games for him. This time, it’s all me running this show.
His hands hit my hips and he flips me down to my back, his hard body covering mine. It feels damn good to have his weight pressing me down and my thighs spreading wide for him to fit perfectly between them. He drags one of my legs up and wraps it around his waist and then hits me with that hard mouth, slanting his lips over mine, brushing his tongue to part my lips and stroking inside. It’s slow, deep, and packs a major punch. This doesn’t feel like a nice hard fuck, this feels like…more. I feel tears burn at the back of my eyes so I pivot like I’m good at and reach between us.
Murmuring against his mouth I whisper. “Need you. Need you inside me.”
He growls against my lips and takes the kiss deeper but then pulls back and slips a condom on and then lets me position his cock at my entrance. I shift my hips up to notch him inside me and he can’t help but take over, grinding down into me. I wince slightly at the burn. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, let alone so many times in one night but the burn just adds to it somehow. He’s sticking to full strokes with a slow, even pace and that has a lovely, soft pleasure building inside of me.
“Look at me.”
My eyes fly open to meet his behind his mask. They drown me with what’s in them but I can’t look away.
“I need to feel you come apart around me, . Give me this one sweet thing to take away from here.”
My throat thickens so my voice comes out a rasp.
“Harder. D-deeper. So I’ll feel it after you’re gone.”
His lips press together, keeping back other words, words he knows he can’t say and my soul turns a little bit darker because of it.
I gyrate up to meet his harder, deeper thrusts but he still keeps that slow, steady pace that’s starting to unravel me, to drive me wild. It should take longer for me to come after the ones I’ve already had tonight but something about this, this connection has warmth spreading fast and sure from the base of my spine. When he feels the first flutters of it pulsing around him, he groans.
“Yes. Yes, give me what’s mine, baby. Give me it all. Come for me, .”
His partial claiming of me sets it off and this orgasm is nothing like the ones from earlier. It’s a deep, whole-body feeling that will stay with me and torture me every time I think about it.
“Fuck, fuck!”
Black’s body gets heavier on me as he grinds down and jerks with his orgasm as his release spills into me. It prolongs mine causing rolling aftershocks that make my whole body hum.
“Fuck, . Fucking you is like a drug. Can’t…get…enough.”
His brow furrows as his eyelids get heavy and he slowly turns his head to the side. I turn mine to look too and see both Red and Green passed out, breathing heavily. His head swings back to meet my gaze.
“?”
“Black?”
“Did…you…drug…me? Fu…Blu…”
And then his body drops fully on mine and I just let myself sink into the bed with his weight on top of me. I’m a sneaky thief so I wrap my arms around him and steal some comfort and a cuddle that I don’t deserve. I give myself a few minutes to soak him in, dragging my palms over the hard ridges of his back while staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression.
I go over the conversation we had earlier while I was sitting on the counter in the kitchen. I didn’t lie to him. This gig is almost over and it started with the temp work. Every big corporation needs temp workers to fill in for staff on holidays or sick leave. It was easy to get a temp job in that pharmaceutical company. Even easier to sit quietly at my temporary desk and in the breakroom listening to all the details I needed to make this happen. There’s nothing more that secretaries like to do than gossip. Especially gossip about bosses they can’t stand.
It took me exactly three days to learn about the asshole CEO and his major paranoia of the SEC coming after him which led to him keeping millions in his safe at home as part of his bug-out plan.
Two days later, ignoring the contempt in their voices as they spoke, I overheard about this trip of his and how he tried to make his personal assistant housesit for them. The smart girl claimed she had surgery booked so she wasn’t stuck with the job.
What helped make it so easy was that not one of those people remembered the devastated, sobbing girl that security threw out of the building when she came to beg and plead for the medicine her dying mother needed. Medicine that the CEO bought the patent to and jacked the price up by three hundred percent, making thousands of people unable to afford it and die. All it took was a change of hair color, a different dress style, and a pair of fake glasses and they looked right past her. Fuck…them…all.
That devastated girl couldn’t afford that medicine because the mother of that girl scrimped and saved every dime while working herself to the bone to make sure her daughter got the education she needed for a better life. But the daughter didn’t want a better life. She just wanted her mom back. So, she used that education in computer sciences for a different path…revenge.
I slide from underneath Black and roll him over so his head is on a pillow and wiggle off the bed. I move quickly now, the vial was meant to be one dose for one person so it won’t last long to keep them knocked out and I have work to do.
I go to the closet to grab my bag and pull on a pair of ripped jeans with a black hoodie before I shove all my hair under a baseball cap. I clear the bathroom of my things and pull a notepad and pen from my bag, scribbling a quick note and then ripping it off to place on the pillow beside Black’s head.
I swing my bag to my shoulder, snatch my copy of Wuthering Heights from the shelf, give the nanny cam the finger, and go to the door. I pause there with my hand on the knob and breath out. And then…I don’t look back when I step through and close it behind me. That’s how I survive another day.
I race up the stairs to the third floor and burst into Mr. Douchebag’s office. A wide grin spreads across my face when I swing back the painting on the wall and a green light and popped open huge safe door greets me. I peel off the device that’s been working on cracking it since I got here and give it a kiss before dropping it into my bag. I pull out a much bigger folded-up bag from inside and get to work.
My arm snakes into the safe and I start dragging the piles of money out into the bigger bag. When the money is all removed, I pull velvet boxes and bags out and drop them in too. It’s the ultimate Halloween haul of treats. My greedy fingers close around the stack of files and thick envelopes. This here is the real goal, the real trick. Everything else inside was just the bonus treat. I know I’ll find everything I need to feed to the authorities in this stack to send that motherfucker to jail. Hopefully, he doesn’t take anal as well as I do. I hope they rip his asshole to shreds. It’s the least he deserves.
With the safe cleared out, I leave the safe door open and the painting hanging wide on its hinges. I want him to see his doom the minute he walks in the door and then I go to work on the reason for his ruin. When the last paper has been placed and the paint drips down the walls, I drop the spray paint can and walk out. Once again, I don’t look back.
Skipper meets me on the main floor and dances around my feet like she hasn’t seen me in forever and I’m her long-lost soul mate so I detour to the kitchen and fish out a handful of her dog treats from the glass canister on the counter and toss them onto the floor for her to binge. She’s a good dog and deserves it.
I shake awake my laptop and close down the program that had chimed to let me know the safe was cracked and then open the camera looping program to have it ready to reset when I leave the house. I glance around, checking if there’s anything else I need to take. I wander through the rooms noting the mess I’m going to be leaving.
The borrowed and now ripped-up blue dress is on the floor by the front door. There are used condoms on the rug by the sectional and empty foil packets next to a spilled tube of lube on the coffee table. I walk past them. My cut-up panties are on the kitchen floor and the dining chair still has dog leashes hanging from it from when I was tied up. I shrug and leave it all but my eyes snag on that big black duffel bag on the floor near the island and my brows go up in consideration.
I hesitate and hesitate, thinking about how Black and the other two made me feel tonight. Not the sex, but the connection that seemed to form. The desire for…more. I know I can’t have THAT, so I stride to the bag, unzip it and peer inside and then I do what I know will not only burn that bridge but blow it the fuck up. I take.
Once I’m done, I stride straight to the garage door to get out. There’s a ticking clock running in the back of my head and I need to get clear before it runs out. Only one last problem. There’s a beady-eyed dog standing in front of the garage door between me and my clean getaway. I cock my head to the side and Skipper mimics me with a small whine.
“No.”
She stares me down.
“No, Skip. I’m a one-woman show.”
Her butt hits the floor and she whines again.
“I suck at teamwork.”
She lays down and rests her head on her tiny paws looking up at me pathetically.
I grit my teeth, shake my head no again and then…fuck it. My foot swings out and nudges her dog carrier bag from where I dropped it when we got home from Target. Skipper launches herself at the bag and hops in. I scowl at her but it turns into a grin. I might be a thief but I’m not a monster. Skipper doesn’t deserve to be stuck with Mrs. Douchebag for the rest of her days so it looks like I’ll have to figure out teamwork after all.
I load up all the bags into the van before I get Skipper strapped into the passenger seat and then hit the garage door opener. I press the brake to stop the van in the driveway before I hit the street and reach for my laptop to end the camera looping program. The camera feeds reset while I hit the button on the door opener to close up the garage and then toss the opener out the window. Hope the guys keep their masks on. I turn onto the street and drive away. I don’t look back.