by E. M. Moore
I am too.
The door to the back room clicks, and Magnum freezes. I kiss him back with more fervor. We can’t stop this now. It’s done. Plus, I don’t want this to stop now.
For Johnny’s part, he’s quiet as he moves back into our space. The bubble that Magnum and I have made for ourselves. The back of my neck tingles, so I know he’s in the room, but he’s not making himself known. He’s giving us this.
“I want you,” I whisper to Jacob.
He moans, and my words do what kissing him couldn’t. He ignores Johnny and pushes my leggings down my thighs. I kick my shoes off and then step out of my leggings and socks, so I’m standing there in my bra and panties. His hands come up to cup my breasts, and I gasp at his firm touch.
The chair Johnny was sitting in creaks.
I undo the button on Magnum’s pants and push them to the ground while I kiss him with everything I have. It’s a desperate kiss. A hundred emotions I tried to keep at bay swim to the surface, and I put them all into the kiss, sweeping my tongue over his like we’re in a private duel.
He teases my nipple through my sports bra, and I moan. “Yes.”
With a hand tight around my back, he pushes my shoulders back as he trails his lips down my chest before capturing my nipple in his mouth, sucking it right through the fabric of my bra. He gives it a sweet bite, and my pussy clenches.
With one hand, he unclasps my bra, and I don’t think I was ever so happy to take it off in my life. Now bare-breasted, he plays with each peak until I’m taut with want.
“Jacob,” I breathe.
He moans into my skin, purring his approval at my use of his real name. He dips his hand over my stomach and under the band of my panties. He caresses my slick pussy before pushing a finger inside. I grab a hold of his upper arms, moving in tandem with his touch.
The chair creaks again, and I wonder if he’s getting any pictures of this. Or if he’s upset or—
Jacob presses into my clit, and I gasp. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I want to come on you,” I breathe.
Jacob bends, picking me up by the backs of my thighs and takes me over to the arm of the couch. He sits me on it, then tears my panties down. I grasp to balance myself as he yanks his boxers down his thighs. His dick... Fuck, his dick. It’s impressive. Thick and straight.
Behind him, Johnny rises to come closer. I watch him as Jacob lowers a condom over his cock.
The anticipation has me groaning. Johnny’s face is unreadable, masked because of the blood and bruising, so I don’t know how he feels about this. Knowing him, he would never let it happen if he didn’t want it to.
Or if he knew there was no other way.
I reach out, gripping Jacob’s dick, stroking him until his body clenches. He pulls me forward, lines us up, and then plunges inside of me. My mouth falls open at how thick he is. “Fuck, Jacob. Oh, God.”
“I’ve waited for this. I’ve wanted this.”
I open my eyes to find Johnny lifting the camera. I tilt my head up and then wrap my hands in Jacob’s hair as he pumps inside me. Short pumps, testing. As if he’s unsure still.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him toward me. He grinds against my clit, and the moan that escapes me encourages him.
“You feel fucking fantastic.”
I’m lost for words. I’m surprised there’s enough room for Magnum to bury himself inside me. I can barely move against him without pleasure ripping through me at the spot he’s reaching.
Johnny moves to the side, cell phone still raised. I must be into dirty shit because my body ratchets higher and an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I hold on to Jacob as a scream tears through me, my walls clenching around him.
He pulls back to watch me, which I don’t notice until I’m spent. But the look he’s giving me, warms my body. “That was beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching out to move a stray hair off my face.
He goes to pull out, but I tighten my hold on him. “What are you doing?”
He glances to the side, eyeing our watch party. “Are we good with pictures?”
Johnny drops his hand and licks his lips. His irises are huge, a telltale sign he’s aroused. “I took a lot. I’ll have to go through them to pick the perfect ones.”
Jacob smiles and kisses my nose. “You did good, beautiful.”
He tries to pull out again, but I hold him there. “Then this is about us,” I say. “That’s done, and now it’s about us.”
He untangles my legs around him and pulls out. He feathers his thumb over the line of my jaw. “Not right now. Not here.”
He removes the empty condom and steps back.
“Jacob,” I call after him. “I want you to come.”
His jaw tightens, and he moves forward. The look he gives me holds me in place. Johnny steps back, giving us space. “One day, I’ll come inside you. One day, I’ll lose control, but today’s not that day, beautiful girl. Trust me, I want to. You felt too fucking good. I could’ve lost myself, but what kind of man would that make me? You deserve better.” He kisses my forehead before walking away, stiff cock still hanging out as he moves to pick up his clothes. “Let’s get Jiko back out here and wrap this up.”
30
Johnny goes through the pictures. Magnum and I refuse to look at them, but I trust him to pick out ones that simultaneously show what we were doing, but also don’t show anything too revealing. Johnny’s smart. He’s been living in this world a lot longer than me, so he knows what will appease his dad and what won’t.
Jiko is only allowed to see the pictures Johnny wants him to send to his dad. The others, he deletes off his phone. He taps Jiko’s phone against his palm as he eyes his friend. If that’s what we’re still calling him. “Send him the pictures and then call and tell him it’s done. Play the part,” he warns Jiko before tossing him back his phone.
Johnny loops his arm around mine and leads me from the room. I still can’t believe we’re just letting Jiko get away with this. He’s the whole reason we had to do that. He takes me straight to the elevator while Mag lags behind. He nods at the guards, and I doubt any one of them even realize the shit that just went down in that room. They’re just there to make sure there’s no outside threat. The threats are inside though. Hell, they’re on the outside too. They’re coming at me from everywhere.
“Take care of him,” Magnum says, right before Johnny lets us into my apartment and shuts the door behind us. He leans his forehead against the wood, smashing his fist into the door several times, yelling at nothing and everything at the same time. The roar that comes from his mouth squeezes my stomach until it feels as if it’s in a blender.
I grab his arm, holding it back so he doesn’t do any damage. “Babe,” I say, voice cracking. He turns toward me, and the fissures in his exterior aren’t the only things bleeding through. His eyes tell me all the heartache he feels underneath.
I thread my fingers through his and lead him into the bathroom. Gingerly, I undress him. First taking off his blood-dripped white shirt and then his pants. Stains of crimson have leaked through the fabric and brushed his beautiful skin in copper. I turn to start the shower and then undress myself under his intense stare.
This gang life is a rollercoaster. One moment, I’m being threatened with rape. The next Magnum has me by the pussy, and now, I’m dealing with a bomb about to detonate, and I’m fairly sure whenever Johnny combusts, it won’t be pretty.
Sticking my hand into the shower spray, I check the temperature and then step in myself, dragging Johnny in after me. Water just this side of scalding cascades down our bodies. I move him into the spray. Water sluices off him, tingeing pink as it swirls down the drain. “How’s your face?”
“Hurts like a bitch,” he says, reaching his hand up to touch it gingerly.
“It’s swollen,” I tell him, inspecting it now that the blood is running off.
He shrugs. He said it wasn’t the first time he’s been beaten that bad, and I wholeheartedly believe it, but I’m a
nxious to ask him when? Why? How long ago?
Johnny dips his dark hair back into the spray, running his long fingers through it. We switch positions afterward, and I let the water run all over me, coating me in more warmth. It isn’t just Johnny’s heated gaze setting fire to my skin, it’s the water, too.
“You liked fucking Magnum, didn’t you?”
I lick my lips. I can tell he wants me to say no, but I’m not going to lie to him. There’s no reason to anymore. “Yes.”
He presses his lips together. He’s just finished lathering his hair with shampoo. Soap bubbles line his hair, giving him a child-like look. “Can I tell you something?”
I nod.
“Watching that turned me on.” He gives a quick shake of his head as we switch positions again. He lets the water wash the soap from his hair, and I wait for him to talk, sensing he’ll get this out on his own time. “I thought I’d want to kill anyone who touched you, and I think I would. I know I would. If it had been Jiko who was doing that, and I could tell you weren’t comfortable, I would’ve killed him right then and there. This was different though. You like Magnum.”
I nod, blinking away some of the water that runs down my face. I’ve told Johnny this before. I’ve used those same words to describe my feelings for Magnum, but I wonder if it’s the sex aspect that made him see it. His father has taught him that the gang and sex is all he needs. Maybe it was how I was with Jacob when we did it. Maybe he saw us in there and discovered not just two people fucking for the fun of it. Which is fun, too, but that’s just not what this is. It’s something different. He saw two people coming together because they care.
Johnny cups my face and brings us both under the spray. His head blocks the pulse of water from hitting me directly in my face until it’s just a nice coating of droplets. It’s as if we’re under a waterfall, spray coating us.
“Do you feel the same way when you’re with me? You looked like you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Kyla.”
I reach up, threading my fingers behind his neck. “The absolute same.”
He lowers his mouth to kiss me. It’s soft and comforting. Not usually the type of kisses Johnny gives, but I kiss him back with the same slow tenderness. “My mind tells me you’re breaking me.” He hovers his lips over mine. “But my heart tells me you’re fixing me.”
He moves me until my back is against the shower. With as beat up as he is, his dick still works. It’s hard against my stomach, poking my belly. Johnny deepens the kiss, then lifts me until he’s at my entrance. He slides inside, holding me against the shower as he fucks me nice and slow. It’s a quiet torture. A beautiful, maddening pleasure that builds over a simmering heat. We cherish one another. We make promises until the water runs cold, and eventually, we come together in a perfect moment amid dual gasps and moans.
He pulls back, and even though his face is marred and broken, he holds me steady in his gaze, and I’m absolutely certain that just meant something more than just reaching for the climax of pleasure.
He guides me back to my feet and pulls out. His cum drips down my leg as he steps back into the shower spray, washing himself, rinsing away the evidence of what we just shared. He steps out, and I replace him, standing under the showerhead, rinsing a final time under chilled water before turning it off.
Johnny waits for me with a fluffy towel, wrapping it around me as he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bed.
I giggle like I’m a little girl. “You shouldn’t be carrying me around. You’re hurt.”
He smiles down at me, but the look is all wrong with his swollen face. It’s a contrast to the swollen cuts.
“I should get you some ice.”
“I’ll get it,” he says, pushing my shoulders back to the bed.
He moves to stand, but I hold back on his hand. “Let me take care of you.” I pull back with more force when he doesn’t immediately listen and then give him a wink as he falls to the bed. I get up, wrapping the towel around myself and head out to the kitchen to grab the ice pack. I knew these would come in handy, I just didn’t think they would be used for something like this.
A knock comes on the door as I close the freezer. “It’s Jacob,” Johnny calls out.
I go to the door and open it. Jacob peers at me in my state and gives me a half smile. “Is our boy better?”
“I hope so,” I tell him, holding up the ice pack. “I was about to give him this. Come on,” I tell him, nodding toward the bedroom.
Magnum and I reach the bedroom to find Johnny sprawled under a sheet. He looks up at Mag lazily. “Is it done?”
“Done.”
Johnny sighs as I hold the ice pack over him. He takes it from me and shoos my hand away. “I’ll probably be getting a call soon.” He looks toward the bathroom, and my gaze falls to his pants.
“Got it,” Mag says, holding Johnny’s phone out. “I found it on the coffee table when I went back to make sure Jiko did what he was told.”
“I forgot,” Johnny says. He holds his hand out and Magnum tosses the phone to him.
“I called Oscar and Brawler.”
I nod.
“They’re coming over.”
I flick my gaze to Johnny, but he doesn’t balk at the information. In fact, he looks relieved. “Good. We all have some strategizing to do.”
Since we’re about to have even more company, I slink to the closet.
Johnny chuckles from his spot on the bed. “I promise you Oscar and Brawler will be more than happy to see you in a towel.”
I give him a wink over my shoulder and let the towel drop, shaking my ass for them both before pulling on a pair of Johnny’s sweats that I’ve commandeered and one of Oscar’s football shirts.
When I turn, Magnum and Johnny are both staring. At this point, they’ve all seen me naked, so why bother? Also, if I spearhead the clothes are optional campaign, I’ll see more skin, and I’m all fucking over that. “Wipe the drool, boys,” I tease, which lets air fill the room again. There’s so much tension holding it back. It might be sexual or real-life danger heaviness. Take your pick.
On my way back to the bed, I take Jacob’s hand and lead him there. He’s not just going to hover in the background anymore. He’s one of us. He’s one of mine.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asks Johnny, searching his injuries.
“He didn’t break anything,” Johnny mumbles. “I’ll just have a fucked up face for a couple of weeks.”
I lean over, kissing his cheek. “Not possible. Nothing about your face is fucked.”
He gives me a look like he doesn’t believe me, and yeah, sure, he’s messed up right now, but nothing could detract from his hotness factor.
Magnum’s phone pings. He pulls it out of his pocket. “They’re coming up the elevator right now.”
I heave myself off the bed. “I’ll go let them in.”
I hurry out of the room before either one of them protest and get to the door when the knock comes. I open it, and Oscar pushes inside first. He captures me in his arms, lifting me off my feet. He’s wearing his hat backward again. A look I love on him. He doesn’t say anything, just hugs me until he sets me on my feet, and Brawler’s arms surround me from behind. His hot breath hits my ear as he presses a chaste kiss to my neck. “You okay?”
I nod, feeling myself relaxing already now that we’re all together. “Come on,” I tell them. “We’re all in the bedroom.”
“Meeting in the bedroom? I could get down with that.” We walk inside, and Oscar stops. “Dude. Fuck. Are you okay?” His concern strikes me, considering they’d just fought earlier. Though, you’d have to be heartless to see Johnny’s face and not care.
“I’ll get over it,” Johnny mumbles.
I can tell he doesn’t like being singled out as being hurt, but he’s going to have to get over that. We’re a team.
We all take spots on the bed, and I size them up. If this is going to be a regular thing, I’m going to need a bigger bed. We wouldn’t fit
on here if we were all lying down. Not that my mind should be headed in that direction, but if you’re surrounded by four hot guys and your mind doesn’t go there, there’s probably something off with your libido. Just sayin’.
Brawler’s hand traces down my back. Magnum’s on my right and Johnny and Oscar are across from us. “Tell us everything.”
Johnny reiterates the story since he’s the one who was involved in most of it. The shock and anger that splays over Bat’s face warms me. “I hope you killed the fucker.”
I scoff. “I wish.”
Johnny continues, confessing to everyone that he didn’t kill Jiko because he knows what it’s like. He tells us his friend isn’t a bad guy, and I want to disagree with him, but I see where he’s coming from. He was between a rock and a hard place with the devil the only way out. I’ve been there before. Made decisions I didn’t want to but had to. That’s why I’m here.
“What’s going to happen now?” Oscar asks. “Do we have to worry about any more repercussions from K?”
Johnny shakes his head. “No, he’s done. He dished out the punishment, and for all he knows, we complied. He won’t even bring it up again.”
“Easy for him. He wasn’t the one beaten to a pulp or made to screw someone.” I reach for Magnum’s hand on the bed, so he knows I don’t mean anything against him. I wanted that part. Sure, I would rather our first time be more personal, but it is what it is. Hopefully, we’ll have a lot of time to make up for it.
Mag squeezes back.
“Alright, so...” Oscar says. “We got the fight coming up. Brawler’s initiation tasks, whatever they may be. And we still have to worry about the next move Gregory might make. Did I get everything?”
“We need to keep Kyla away from my dad,” Johnny says.
“Right. Because that will be easy.”
Johnny lets out a breath. “I want her to move in with one of you guys. I want her as far away from here as she can get.”
I sit up. “What?”
