Together. Fully together.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I’ll just be enjoying the view, Sunshine,” Blaise said. His words were a little slurred, probably from the exhaustion and the hits to his head.
“Who said I’m going to let you watch?” Gavriel replied, a slight bite to his tone.
Gavriel stalked towards me after taking another gulp of water. With one arrangement, he was back in his element, playing our bodies like an instrument.
“You forgot one crucial element,” Gavriel added before looking back at Callum then to me. “You have to ask her.” He gave me a smoldering look that I felt in my chest before speaking again. “Sunshine, do you want all of us tonight? Do you want Blaise to watch me slide inside of your perfect little pussy? Do you want to come so hard you forget how fucked up everything is for a little while?”
My mouth dropped open in shock as thick lust seemed to flood me. Yes. Yes, I wanted this—them. I wanted all of them. The worst of them. The best. The shit in between that made the world go round, too. I wanted it all.
“Yes,” I said. I closed the distance between us and lifted up on my tiptoes to pepper kisses along Gavriel’s jaw.
Oh, how we’d come a long way. From toxic reunions and hate fucks to the ultimate expression of selfless love, all of us, here. Gavriel spun me around and dipped his hand behind the waistband of my skinny black jeans. He dug into my back with his erection, not letting me look into his eyes while he plunged his finger inside of me, making me moan.
“What about you?” Gavriel asked, and and I didn't have to see to know he was asking Callum. “You’re a Bullet now, right? You gonna be man enough to do this?”
I turned my head to my right, where Callum was standing near the front door. I wondered if he was waiting to flee. “I’ll do anything for Sunshine...for you,” Callum replied. Gavriel picked then to roll his finger over my sensitive clit, making me buck in his arms. He was holding my jerking body in his arms while I clung to that frenzy building within me.
“Not good enough,” Gavriel growled before flicking me again. I squirmed with a gasp. “You have to admit that you want this because of you. That you want this because it turns you on to see her at my mercy. Because you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us.”
Callum gave me a rough look, his usually bright blue eyes were now a clouded shade of grey as he propelled himself towards me. He sunk to his knees at my feet and was then eye level with Gavriel’s hand down my pants.
“What does it fucking matter what my motivations are?” Callum asked before reaching up for the waistband of my jeans and sliding the material over my hips. He drug his knuckles down my thighs as he pulled them down. I could barely step out of them, as Gavriel was working me so hard that the only words I could release were whimpers and pleas of more...so much more.
“It matters because, at the end of it all, you’ll never be happy until you accept yourself. And that's what this entire fucked up journey is supposed to be leading us to. Happiness, motherfucker.”
Callum didn’t give Gavriel an answer, and he didn’t have to. He simply shifted forward as Gavriel removed his hand. I didn’t turn behind me to look, but I heard a distinct sucking sound followed by a pop, and I knew that Gavriel had just tasted me on his fingers.
Callum placed his face right up against my core and breathed in my scent. Gavriel moved from behind me just before Callum spoke. “Back up, Sunshine.” His voice was a low whisper, and I did as he asked.
One step, he followed. Two steps. He followed. By the third step, the back of my legs hit the bed, and I shimmied onto the mattress, feeling vulnerable and exposed but oh so treasured.
“Look at Blaise, Sunshine,” Gavriel ordered, and I tore my gaze from Callum to peer at my bounty hunter. His eyes were hooded, and his hard cock was in his palm. He pumped his bruised hand up and down while staring at us.
“Devour that pussy, Agent Mercer,” Gavriel then demanded, and I didn’t even have a moment to check my breath. Callum pried my legs apart, and I stared at him as he wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He dove in, licking my dripping core like it was a treat to be savored.
Each flick of his tongue had me convulsing and panting with more need. "Fuck," was groaned from beside me, and I turned my head to find Ryker, whose green eyes were vibrant and flashing that heated stare I loved so much.
Ryker took his hand and brushed his fingers lightly across his abs, slightly lifting his shirt in the process as a moan escaped my lips. Callum’s tongue dipped inside of me, and he groaned against my clit, his vibrating lips guiding me towards a release.
“Enough!” Gavriel yelled just before an orgasm could crash through me.
“What the fuck!” I screamed as Callum’s face was ripped from my sensitive nub.
“You haven’t earned your orgasm yet, Love,” Gavriel said with a sinister smile that made me want to claw out his eyes. Of course I fucking earned my orgasm. I put up with him on the daily.
“Ryker, go kiss every inch of her skin but leave that lovely cunt alone. Don’t touch it.”
Ryker smiled and moved towards me, disrobing as he went. His shirt dropped to the floor. His pants. His underwear. And it wasn’t until he was wearing nothing but a smile that he moved to hover over me.
Blaise moaned, and I looked back at him once more. He had stopped stroking himself and was leaning forward as far as he could, studying us in rapt attention.
“Look at me, Sunshine,” Ryker urged. He was hovering over me in a push-up position as I laid down on the bed. My nipples pebbled as he did a single push-up, brushing his chest against mine. I wanted him to suck on my supple breast, but he didn’t budge, he merely hovered, testing both of our strength and resistance.
For the second push-up, he kissed my lips and licked my neck. He moved downwards, never resting his body on mine but still placing teasing kisses all over my exposed skin. My neck. My wrists. My jaw. He stood up on the floor and began massaging my feet, my calves, working each muscle up and down as my thighs clenched. “You’re killing me,” I said. I could feel him everywhere except where I truly wanted him.
“Should we make her suffer more?” Gavriel asked. He was staring hungrily as Ryker kissed me, moving like a strong wave as he alternated between crashing into my body and hovering over me. “Suck him off, Sunshine,” Gavriel then ordered.
Blaise let out a sigh while Ryker moved to lie on his back on the mattress beside me. I took a moment to remove my long-sleeved shirt and bra before shifting over him, hovering my lips just above his cock like he did to me. “Now, Sunshine. I won’t tell you again. You don’t tease. You do what I fucking tell you to,” Gavriel said.
I shivered. Quivered. Lust thick as Ryker’s proud dick washed over me. I swarmed over him, pressing my lips tight over his head and using my tongue to push against him as I moved up and down. He was jerking in my mouth. He lost control, arching his back to pump into me. The pleasure was too much. I gagged on how big he was but didn’t care.
My jaw got tired, but I refused to stop. Not until Gavriel said so. Not until Ryker’s cum was sliding down my throat and he was entirely at my mercy, drowning in the pleasure I offered. It was invigorating and perfect. “That’s my girl,” Gavriel said, his low, sexy voice warming me. I was pleased to please him.
“I’m gonna cum,” Ryker said, as if the admission pained him. Like he wanted this to last forever.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Gavriel said, and with that last order, Ryker’s release came in spurts down my throat, filling me up as he gasped and cursed and moaned. I sat up to stare at him while on my knees, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and smiling.
“Get over here,” Gavriel growled while unzipping his pants. There was no time to stall and take in the image of Ryker’s relaxed form on the bed. I was too eager, nearly slipping on the mattress to get to Gavriel.
I noticed that he’d only unbuttoned his shirt, not revealing his back. He also kept his pants
up, only unzipping to let his cock out. And for some stupid reason, this made me pause.
“Bend over, I wanna see your ass in the air, Sunshine.”
I swallowed, knowing that this was just as much about healing as it was about bonding us as a group. My refusal was small but still powerful. “No.”
Gavriel’s eyes went wide like I slapped him. Like I burned down his world and left him standing in the middle of the flames. Again. “Excuse me?” he asked, his voice every bit as lethal sounding as he looked.
I lifted my hand to touch the scruff on his cheek, but he moved out of my reach. “I want you, Gav. All of you. All the dirty parts. The painful parts. We all want you. Take off your clothes, Sir.”
Gavriel’s shocked expression turned soft for a moment, and I realized how poorly I started this conversation. It probably sounded like I didn’t want him. I did want Gavriel Moretti, just on my terms. His dark eyes turned murderous. “You don’t call the shots, Sunshine,” he roared. “You don’t get to tell me how to heal. How to cope. How to hide.”
“And you don’t get to tell me how to love you, Gav. You don’t get just to share the pretty parts anymore. Or the strong parts, either. Show me all of you. Show me the caring, compassionate, sacrificing man I’ve always loved.”
I moved closer and reached for his shirt, noticing how Gavriel went stiff. The tone of the room had changed, the others were ready for Gavriel to lash out. Ryker got off the bed and took a step towards me, ready to protect me from Gavriel’s anger. I couldn’t blame them for being on edge. I was pushing the boundaries. I was ruining this moment but saving Gav.
“Take it off?” I pleaded, this time in a whisper. Moving my hands, I removed his shirt, sliding it over his arms. Blaise was still behind Gavriel, sitting in his chair. And I saw how his eyes were glued to Gavriel’s back, his swollen face twisting into shock when he saw the angry red scars littering Gav’s skin.
Ryker took another step closer then shamelessly moved behind Gav to get a closer look. He was still naked, but too curious to care.
Callum was the only one not to move and look. I wasn’t surprised. He stood to my left, staring at Gavriel’s torso like it held all the secrets to his destruction.
I moved lower and removed Gavriel’s pants, soft tears of emotion filling my eyes as he complied. It was slowly killing him to show his weakness, and at that moment, I kind of hated myself for being the one to force him to reveal himself. Was this how it felt to be Gavriel? To do what was best for the others, even though you knew it hurt them?
Blaise stood, his weak legs shuffling him closer. “Damn, Gav,” he whispered under his breath, not loud enough to spook Gavriel, but it still felt like a shout.
Still, Callum stayed put, refusing to look. I understood what made him hesitant. Looking made his guilt a real, tangible thing that he wasn't ready to handle.
Under any other circumstances, Gavriel would have made Callum confront the consequences of his actions. But he hated pity more than he hated Callum’s inability to own up to his shit.
Once his pants were discarded on the floor, I started to circle Gavriel, taking in every ugly little thing that made him more beautiful to me than perfection. Each raised section of skin, each bright red spot, each discoloration was evidence that he loved me—loved us. He was compassion hidden behind an angry disposition.
I placed a kiss against his shoulder. “Perfect,” I said. I trailed a finger down his hip. “Beautiful.” I dropped to my knees and kissed the back of his thigh. “So, so lovely, Gav. So strong.”
Gavriel shuddered at my touch, and when I circled him again, there was the hint of moisture in his eyes, one that looked like gratitude and pain all swirled together into one little expression of his feelings.
“Take me,” I said in a soft voice before stopping in front of him again. Gavriel didn’t need telling twice, he crashed his lips to mine angrily, his teeth clashing clumsily with mine. I cried out into his mouth as he guided me to the bed, slowly but still with a power that resonated all the way down to my bones.
Gavriel maneuvered us so that he was sitting on the bed, resting against the headboard. I noticed how he looked slightly uncomfortable, and I decided to make it my mission to help him forget about the pain.
I moved to straddle his thighs, not wasting a single moment before positioning him at my entrance and filling myself up, smiling when he let out a sigh of appreciation.
I chanced a glance behind us and noticed that Blaise had resumed his seat and was biting his lip. Ryker was standing next to him, eyes dark with appreciation. He had put on some black sweats but was still wholly consumed with watching us. Off to the left, Callum was hard as a rock, his cock straining against his pants.
I moved up and down, biting back a smile at how Gavriel was giving me a bit of control, trusting me with his body, letting me ride his cock and knowing that his power was safe in my hands. I bounced up and down faster and faster, fueled by his grunts of approval. I moved until I couldn’t breathe, my lungs straining for air as my legs shook from the exertion. I pushed until his moans echoed off the small motel room’s walls.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” he pleaded through choked words, demanding my release. And at that, I fell apart.
“God, yes,” Gavriel said as he pumped his own release inside of me. He stared at me, mouth parted in wonder as we found each other at the end of his closure. Behind me, Blaise let out a grunt, and although I didn’t look, I imagined him spilling into his palm.
I was dripping and tired. I was utterly spent, but I turned to stare at Callum, who had waited patiently until the end. He was the last to accept us—this. He was the last to give in to the fact that our love for one another superseded everything else. Seemed fitting that he’d be the last to fuck me.
“Come here, Callum,” I said, my voice tired and husky. Gavriel’s eyes were still closed, completely relaxed on the firm motel mattress with scratchy sheets. It was dirty, primal, and imperfect.
“I love you,” Callum said, and he approached us. The mattress dipped when he settled beside me. I pulled off of Gavriel and settled beside him on my back, holding his hand as he laid there, blissed out from the evening.
Callum hovered over me, placing loving kisses along my body, licking and tasting my neck while whispering sweet little nothings over and over.
“I love you.”
“You goddess, you perfect little temptress.”
“Only you, it was always you.”
Gavriel threaded his fingers through mine, locking us together, and Callum pressed me into the mattress with the weight of his body. I felt messy, still dripping with Gavriel’s cum and the molten lust. But I didn’t care, I needed this last little piece. Now. Forever.
“I love you, Sunshine,” Callum said before entering me with one gratifying plunge. I felt my walls stretch to accommodate him. I bent my legs, wrapping one of them around his body as Callum slammed in and out again and again.
“I love you too.” I then felt a mouth on my breast. A tongue was flicking out to tease my sensitive peak. Gavriel was there, never leaving, tasting me as Callum fucked me without hesitation. Then Blaise appeared at my other side, kneading my breast, running his calloused, bandaged hands over my body, the roughness making every nerve ending light up.
“Look how pretty those lips look as she bites them,” Blaise said to Callum while leaning forward to kiss me with his cracked lip.
Then, I felt the mattress dip behind me. Two hands gently lifted my head up until I was resting in Ryker’s lap. Callum stopped pumping so we could get comfortable, and the moment Ryker started dragging his nails along my scalp, he started again.
Having them all touching me was bringing the pleasure to a new peak as I squirmed. So many hands. So many sensations. Each touch, each emotional pull of my skin and thrust of Callum’s cock had me moaning, writhing, crying out for an orgasm while praying it could last forever.
This. This was perfection. Alone, we were just a bunch of broken pi
eces, begging to feel whole. But this? This was nirvana. This was what it felt like to be perfect, finally. Perfection wasn’t what the world expected of you. It wasn’t the shackles of expectations. It was this. It was our bodies worshipping one another, filling the gaps in our souls until we were nothing but…
Happy.
Happy was enough.
My orgasm was like a slow and steady wave, pulling the water back on the shore before building and building into a tidal wave of moans and screams. I gave in to a release so big that there was nothing but destruction and joy left in its path.
Fuck. Yes.
Callum came shortly after, pounding through his orgasm while his arms shook. He leaned forward to touch his forehead to mine, whispering soft spoken words of his love for me all the while. And as he was looking into my hooded eyes, it was then that I knew we would work. We would figure it out.
We were Bullets.
Chapter Seventeen
When I first woke up, everything was hard. The mattress beneath my back, the muscles against my body. The erection digging into my side was hard, too.
In any other circumstance, I would've been uncomfortable. But despite being a fan of softer things, waking up in a tangle of legs and blankets was the perfect way to start a day—or at least that's what I thought.
There was a loud ringing noise coming from the burner phone, the shrill sound jolting me out of a pleasant dream about my men. I reached over Gavriel’s body to grab it, but Ryker got to it before I could. He looked down at the caller ID and scrunched his eyes in confusion. "It's the fight club organizer," he mouthed as I sat up in bed, and he answered the phone.
My movement made the sheets and comforter shift, and a cool air kissed my naked skin. Gavriel groaned as he woke up beside me, moving too slow but still looking relaxed. Like last night had removed all the burdens that were on him.
"Hello?" Ryker said. Whoever was on the other end of the line started talking really fast, and the more he said, the wider Ryker's eyes got. I could barely hear bits and pieces, but the frantic tone was evident. I nudged Blaise who was lying horizontally at my feet, almost forgetting that he was probably sore from the fight yesterday. He groaned in annoyance but still opened his eyes, greeting me with the hazel hue.
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