by K. A Knight
He sucks on my tongue before pulling back and nipping at my lips, making me gasp, especially when Archel draws the skin on my neck into his mouth and bites down, making me jerk between them.
Tits on a prick, this is hot.
Archel’s hand skates lower, letting go of my breasts to push up my shirt, then they both move far enough back to rip it over my head and toss it away until I’m in nothing but a bra, the cool air hitting me and making me shiver.
My eyes flick open to see Jago staring down at my exposed chest with a hungry gaze. I don’t know why, but I expected him to be the super jealous type, hell, maybe that fight did sort things out for him…or he’s just super horny.
Archel leans closer, whispering in my ear, careful to keep reminding me who is there, and the thought makes me melt back into him. Even now, in the midst of things, he is looking after me, aware of my new triggers and thinking of ways to help me.
“Look how wild you make him,” Archel whispers for just me, licking the shell of my ear as his hands come back up and pull down my bra, pushing up my bare breasts for Jago’s hungry gaze.
His eyes flicker back to mine, on fire like always, smouldering for me. He licks his lips as he watches me. “So fucking beautiful, Brawler.”
“Yeah, Princess, so beautiful,” Archel echoes in my ear, sucking my lobe into his mouth as Jago leans down and, without warning, sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
Groaning, I anchor my hands in his hair, pulling him closer as I arch into his touch, the feel of his mouth on my nipple going straight to my pussy which is throbbing, begging for their touch.
Or anyone’s really, she’s not choosy at this point, the little hussy just wants to take a pounding and get off. And yes, I referred to my vagina as a separate entity, get over it.
Archel’s hand comes up to cup my free breast, tweaking my nipple before rolling it between his fingers, both of them pulling a whiney moan from my mouth that has Archel jerking closer behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. Unable to help myself, I start rubbing against it and I’m rewarded with a grunt in my ear that has me shivering.
His hand releases my nipple and traces across my chest, almost touching Jago’s head.
“Don’t fucking push it,” I hear Jago hiss to him, but Archel just chuckles and moves his hand farther down, tracing it across my belly to the button of my jeans.
Jago lifts his head, kissing along my chest and back to my mouth to swallow my moans as Archel flicks open my pants and snakes his hand down my panties to cup my wet pussy.
I lose track of whose hands and mouths are where, just giving in to the pleasure they are providing, forgetting all about their stupid fight outside, especially if this is how they make up for it.
Stroking along my wet heat, Archel sinks a finger inside me, making me groan into Jago’s mouth as I pull him closer, my hands spanning across his chest to touch as much skin as I can get as I rock into Archel’s touch.
“So wet, Princess,” he coos into my ear, nibbling at my lobe again. “Did our fight get you all hot and bothered?”
That asshole, if he wasn’t offering me the orgasm I needed, I would turn around and kick his pretty boy ass.
Adding another finger, he stretches me until I’m gasping into Jago’s mouth, rocking my hips, fucking myself on his fingers as Jago’s hands tweak my nipples. Both of them working together to bring me pleasure is too much, I can’t take it.
I explode, my pussy clamping down on Archel’s fingers as I scream into Jago’s mouth. Archel chuckles in my ear. “So fucking hot, Princess.”
A noise has me ripping my mouth away from Jago’s and turning as I pant to look at the tent’s entrance as I hear running feet.
Don’t come in here.
Don’t come in here.
Of course they come in here.
The tent opens, making all of us look over to see a grinning Lupin there who takes in our position, turns bright red, squeaks, and dashes away.
“Fucking turds on a bird, can’t a girl get laid around here?” I groan, dropping my head back onto Archel’s shoulder.
“Guess not, Princess. Come on, let’s see what he’s done. I’m betting he can’t look you in the eye again though.” He laughs.
Just then, the tent opens again to show a bewildered Evan who spots us, his eyes widening in shock. His eyes flare with jealousy, his lips thinning before he turns and storms away. For fuck’s sake.
All I wanted was an orgasm, why do men have to be so needy and emotional?
“Uhh, looks like you are going to need to make up with your doctor again, Brawler,” Jago observes as he steps back, and as we watch he frowns, reaches down, and rearranges the bulge in his pants.
“Fine,” I grumble. “Being a leader sucks.”
Evan won’t talk to me or look at me, but he is waiting with Lupin over near the edge of camp…so that’s good…I guess. Men, I swear they are more emotional than any woman I know. They act all hard and tough, but they are like those old candies, all soft and gooey on the inside…if the goo is annoying emotional baggage that you have to wade through.
I don’t know how Worth does it with all those men. I’m struggling with just three. I knew I had three holes, but fuck, I didn’t think about not having three hands to juggle them.
Stupid, Piper.
Deciding to be the mature one and not letting him shame me for my decisions and something I enjoyed, I head their way. He knew what he was getting into. I’m betting it must not have been easy to see me like that with them, and I am sorry for it, but I can’t stop everything with Archel and Jago just so he can adjust.
Calmer by the time I reach him, I lay my hand on his arm and he looks down at me with cool eyes. “I’m sorry, Evvie, you shouldn’t have to walk into that, even if you knew. We will have to set some ground rules. I understand you will get jealous and I’m sorry if that hurt you.” I offer. There, that was mature.
His eyes melt and he smiles at me, but there’s hurt still lingering in his eyes though. “You’re right, I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have stormed away. I respect what you said and knew about them, it was just different seeing it.” He scrubs at his face. “Especially after we were just, erm…”
I nod, wincing. “I’m sorry, Evvie, can we move past this?” I ask, searching his gaze, or will this be where we crumble after only just finding each other?
He licks his lips, darting a look to Archel and Jago who are standing with Lupin. “We can move past it. I may need to punch one of them at some point though,” he grumbles to me, making me laugh.
“Sure thing, Evvie, I’ll hold them down for you.” Then I get serious as I look at Lupin. Like Archel said, he can’t even meet my eyes, his face blushing so hard.
“What’s happened?” I inquire, cutting straight to the point, trying to spare the boy some embarrassment.
“I, erm, we, you, er,” he stutters, and Archel laughs, making me cut him a glare.
“Lupin, it’s okay. Now why don’t you tell me what was so important?” I request softly.
He huffs but finally looks up at me, a small smile on his face. “I opened the door.”
Eleven
Ball of death
“You got the bunker door open?” I repeat, my mouth dropping open in shock. That thing is built to withstand wars and bombs…and this man managed to get it open?
“Yep, only managed to get it open a bit before the fail safes kicked in, but it’s enough for someone to get through.” He nods excitedly.
“Shit, we better get in there and make sure none of them come out.” I look at Jago and Archel then. “Go.”
“As you wish, Princess,” Archel comments, and then bows before clapping Jago on the shoulder. “Come on, big guy, you can tell me more about how you think you kicked my ass.”
“I did,” Jago growls, and then looks at me with a soft smile. “Don’t take too long, Brawler.”
They rush off to watch the door and I turn to Evan. “Go tell Worth’s dad to mak
e sure they keep packing. We are leaving as soon as we get out.”
“Out?” he repeats before he groans. “We are going down there, aren’t we, Pip?”
“Hell yes we are. Come on, Evvie, where is your sense of curiosity?” I grin.
“It killed the cat, remember?” He smirks.
“Semantics, plus the only pussy is the one in my pants,” I tease, and hear Lupin squeak before he races away. We both turn with a laugh and watch him. “Go ahead, I’ll go get dressed properly and grab some weapons. Oh, I also want someone on the door while we are down there so no one can sneak out or in.”
“Sure thing, Pip, you know this leader thing looks good on you,” he observes, and I turn to say something just as he leans in to kiss my cheek like old times, making our lips crash together. We both freeze before he groans, grips the back of my head, and drags me closer, kissing me hard before pulling away. “God, I was an idiot for not doing that years ago. Go on, get dressed.” He slaps my ass before turning, shoving his hands in his pockets, and walking away, whistling to himself.
Blinking in shock, I shake it off and rush back to the tent to put my bra on. No one can take me seriously if my nipples are pointing at them like a gun. I add my crossbow and katana as well, and when I look sufficiently badass, I head to the bunker door to see Jago and Archel arm wrestling.
Rolling my eyes, I prop my hands on my hips and cough at them. They break apart with a smile and turn to see me. Archel wolf whistles, running his eyes down my body. “Badass, Princess.”
Jago nods in agreement as I peer behind them at the bunker door which, like Lupin said, is only opened wide enough for one person at a time to slip through. The inside is pitch-black, and I’ll be honest, I would not be putting my back to it like these two so casually are. Maybe women are the smarter sex.
“You two finished or are you going to pork sword wrestle next?” I call.
I turn to see Evan jog up next to me. “Pork?” he questions with a frown, all serious. “Don’t think we have any. We have some other meat, though, if you’re hungry,” he offers sweetly, making us all laugh as he glances between us in confusion.
Archel finally takes pity on him. “She’s talking about the meat in your pants, Doc.”
The frown melts into a smile as he winks at me. “She can eat that too if she wants.”
“Evvie, you couldn’t handle me eating your meat.” I smirk as he gapes at me and turn to the others. “Gear up, we are heading in.”
I feel like we are at the start of an action movie…or maybe a horror one. I’m in the middle, with Jago and Archel on one side of me, strapped to the teeth in weapons, the assassin in all black, including a hood. To my right is Evan with two knives strapped to his chest, wearing a black vest. We are all lined up as we stare into the abyss of the darkened bunker I once called home.
Evan grabs my hand and squeezes. “We got this, Pip.”
“Let’s go, Princess,” Archel says. “See what you really learned.”
“We follow you, Brawler,” Jago adds.
I draw in a deep breath of the Wastes before stepping into that waiting darkness, my finger on the trigger of my crossbow. When nothing jumps out at me, I start to feel silly for being so jumpy. Flicking on the light Lupin found for me, I attach it to my bow and lift it, holding it before me as I start to cover the space of the garage where the patrol jeeps are left forgotten.
It’s dark, cold, and so silent I can hear us breathing as we move deeper into the underground labyrinth. It was once filled with life, and now all that’s left are the ghosts and the skeletal remains of a society. Pressing to the door that leads into the bunker, I wait for Jago to move to the other side before counting down with my fingers, then we both burst into movement on one. I slide around the corner, pointing right as he points left, Archel moving in after us to watch our backs with Evan in the middle. We didn’t discuss this, we just fell into a pattern, comfortable with fighting and working together.
A tap comes on my shoulder, so I start to move forward, my nose crinkling at the smell of rot. I have to move around the fallen bodies of soldiers and what looks like Berserkers that I’m guessing Worth took down.
I slide my feet along the floor so our booted steps don’t ring out, and I hear Evan grunting as he tries to copy my movements, but I don’t turn my attention away from the deserted hallway, knowing they could be anywhere and all it takes is a moment to catch us off guard.
When we reach the next corner, Archel and Jago move forward, so I turn to face the way we came, watching our backs as they clear the bend.
“Clear,” comes a low whisper, so I move backwards until I reach the corner and face them as they move forward, Evan keeping pace beside me.
Lights are flickering above us, the siren ones. They are red and cast a creepy glow along the place. We find more bodies and have to move around them, and I hear Evan cough as he inhales. When I turn back, he’s crouched down checking their pulse. Shining my light across him, I frown as he shakes his head and gets to his feet, following after me.
There are bloody marks all over and empty shells from guns. I almost slip on one as we head into the cafeteria, to find yet more bodies. Jago moves closer and lowers his head. “I say we go to command and try to get the cameras on to find where they are so we aren’t blind.”
“Good idea,” I whisper, and circle my fingers to Archel and Evan who are searching. Archel nods and comes back, almost blending into the dark. Sometimes I forget he is the most feared assassin in the Wastes, but seeing him in action now, I can understand why.
It’s in the way he moves—lethal, predatory, and hunting.
Evan, on the other hand, frowns at my gesture. “What the fuck does that mean? You want me to spin?” he hisses, and I can’t help the snort that escapes me as Archel lets out a chuckle and Jago grunts.
“It means round up, we are moving on. Better keep up or we will leave you behind,” Jago snaps back, before heading out of the door, leaving us staring after him in shock.
I don’t miss the not so subtle dig because, well, I’m not a moron, but I really don’t know what to say, so I just follow after him, wondering how Evan managed to piss off my beast.
We hit the next corner and wait there. Evan slams into Jago, glaring at him as I look around nervously. “What the fuck is your problem?” Evan hisses at Jago, who looks down at him with contempt.
“You are,” he rumbles back. Their voices getting louder.
I cut Archel a look to see him leaning back against the wall, watching it go down with a smirk on his face. Goddamn it. “Keep your voices down,” I snarl quietly, but they pay me no mind.
“What the fuck have I done to you?” Evan almost yells.
“Not to me, her,” Jago growls, pushing off the wall and towering over Evan. “I was the one who found her sobbing her heart out because you were too much of a cunt with her. I’m the one that saw you break her heart, that’s my fucking problem.”
“She forgave me!” Evan yells, and I decide what the hell, I aim my bow at them.
“You two better shut the fuck up before they realise we are here!” I scream, just as an explosion rocks under our feet.
“I’d say we are too late for that!” Archel laughs, does nothing rattle him?
We all turn and peek around the corner to see a group of soldiers bearing down on us, guns aimed just as the lights flicker on above our heads. Fuck!
“Duck!” I yell, as I see one of them grab something and toss it at us.
It hits the wall and bounces towards us. All three men dive at me and cover me, pressing me against the opposite wall. We all freeze, but when nothing happens, I push free from their arms to see a round object on the floor.
“Wait here!” Jago hisses, before sprinting down the corridor and around the corner, no doubt to shut off the lights using the main switch located just beyond the door.
Arching my eyebrow, I look around to see them equally confused, so I pick it up. “What is it?” I ask dubiousl
y, tossing it between my hands, but it slips and my finger gets caught in a metal tag and pulls it out. It clicks and we all stare at each other as I squeal and toss it right back around the corner. No thank you, ball of death.
Grinning, I look at Evan and Archel. “Well, no clue what that was—” Another explosion rocks the earth and we all stare around the corner to see bodies go flying. One lands at our feet, our ears ringing and eyes pained from the force of it.
“Oh God, is he dead?” I scream, glancing back at Archel and Evan in panic. I look at the hallway to see all the soldiers on the floor, blood and body parts everywhere. “He’s dead, isn’t he?”
I look back to them. “Did you…just accidently blow someone up?” Archel wheezes, leaning into Evan from laughing so hard. Evan pushes him away, even though he laughs too, so hard tears run down his face while I just stare at them in shock. I can hear more boots heading our way, but Archel and Evan just keep laughing. Right as one comes around the corner, Archel, without looking, tosses three knives. I hear them scream as they fall, the blades undoubtedly hitting their targets. “She-She blew someone up with a grenade.” He gasps and looks at Evan, and they start laughing all over again.
“I didn’t know it was a grenade! I panicked! You shouldn’t throw ball-shaped objects at a girl if you don’t want it smacked back!” I yell hysterically, which only makes them howl louder with laughter.
“Ball-shaped objects,” Evan echoes. “It was a fucking bomb.”
I throw my hands in the air. “I was having flashbacks of sports class, okay? Where they threw balls at us and I panicked! I didn’t expect this ball to go boom!” I mimic an explosion in my hands and they share another look before laughing again.
Men.
I turn to peer around the corner to see bits of material and bodies still almost floating. “Oh look, it’s raining soldier,” I point out helpfully, as I look back at them.
Archel bends over, gripping his stomach. “Oh God, please stop, Princess.”
