Desiring Dorothy

by Albertson, Alana

  “Make her scream,” Zac said, and put a hand at my throat. Not to squeeze, but to move my lips back to his. “I want to taste her screams.”

  “You’re… so fucked up,” I managed to choke out. Brandon’s hands squeezed my hips as he slowed his strokes. I begged and pleaded, but he kept his pace steady, torturous.

  Zac bit my lip. “You like it.”

  I couldn’t argue. I did. I fucking did. Brandon leaned forward, thrusting his dick deep inside as he came. And I did exactly as Zac wanted. As he tasted my screams, I stared deep into Lev’s satisfied eyes.

  19

  Lev

  “Get on your knees.”

  Dorothy quickly obeyed; her body still slick with sweat.

  Her eyes never leaving mine—awaiting my next command.

  I pointed to Tin. “Suck him off.”

  “Fuck yeah,” Tin said, clearly agreeing that this was a great idea.

  I reached into my pants and grabbed my own cock. I noticed Dorothy eyeing it, probably wishing I took her from behind as she blew Tin.

  But as sexy as Dorothy was, I wasn’t ready to be with another woman.

  Not yet.

  Not after Irina.

  I didn’t deserve to be with a woman. I didn’t deserve pleasure. After all, she had died because of my cowardice.

  So, until I could forgive myself, I’d be happy watching.

  Dorothy was now licking Tin’s tip like she was a virgin. I didn’t have time for her cock tease.

  “Grab the base and suck him hard.”

  Her greedy mouth took him deep, and I relaxed in the chair, grateful to be able to watch.

  “Smack her ass, Crow.”

  Crow didn’t hesitate. He slapped her hard, leaving a mark. Dorothy winced, but she didn’t stop sucking Tin off.

  Tin fucked her mouth.

  “Good girl, Dorothy. You dirty slut. Don’t stop.”

  She hummed in agreement, and her hand reached down to her sobbing wet pussy.

  The director needed to do his job.

  I pulled Dorothy off her knees and tossed her on the bed, positioning her on all fours. I pointed to Tin, who didn’t need any direction and quickly lay back on the bed so Dorothy could resume sucking his cock.

  “Crow, get up there and have her sit on your face.”

  Crow beamed. He liked my direction. After all, I was a pro.

  Crow lay under her and Dorothy slowly lowered her pussy to his mouth, never once losing her grip on Tin.

  I worked my own cock, desperate for release. Release from this mission, release from what I had done, release from my guilt.

  Crow was eating Dorothy for all he was worth; her body was pulsating from the pleasure.

  “That’s it, Dorothy. Come, you dirty whore. Come on his face.”

  Dorothy’s body heaved, and I could see the joy on her face. Tin jerked and Dorothy lapped up his cum like a good little girl. I exploded into my hand. Dorothy looked at me as if she was offering to lick off my cum as well, but I wasn’t ready for that.

  Not yet.

  After we all came down from our moment, we cuddled together in the bed. Dorothy was between Crow and Tin and they were soon fast asleep.

  But I never slept.

  After a few minutes, Dorothy got up and came over to me.

  “Lev, can I ask you a question?”

  I nodded.

  “Why don’t you want me? Is it because you don’t want to share? Or are you a cuck?”

  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my chest. For a moment, I could pretend that I could protect her. That I didn’t need Crow or Tin. That I was man enough to be with her.

  But I knew that was a lie.

  I was nothing.

  I was no one.

  I was weak.

  I was a coward.

  I was a fool.

  And Dorothy would figure that out soon. And then she would never ask me these questions because she would be disgusted by me. Disgusted by what I had done.

  “No, Dorothy. I would love to share you. But trust me, you don’t want me.”

  She shook her head. “That’s not true. Listen, Lev. This is not me. I never had a threesome before tonight. Ever. But . . . I like it. Hell, I love it. I want more. I want . . . you.”

  And with that, I turned away from her and got up off the bed. I sat back down on the concrete floor.

  The look on Irina’s face flooded back into my head. Her eyes pleading. Her words begging. Save me. Save me. Over and over again. Save me.

  If she had only loved and trusted another man, a man like Tin, or hell, even Crow, she would be alive.

  But she didn’t.

  She had loved and trusted me.

  A fatal mistake that she paid for with her life.

  And I would never ever risk Dorothy’s life.

  So, I would take myself out of the equation.

  At least, I could always watch.

  20

  Dorothy

  I cleaned myself up with wipes I found on the bottom shelf behind some canned corn. My muscles ached, and I was sore between my legs, but I didn’t feel as bad as I thought I would. I’d never put much importance in the act of sex, the majority of the “relationships” I held were flings at best, but this was different.

  As much as I believed in the freedom of a woman’s choice...three guys at once?

  It was hard to wrap my mind around, even though it had just happened to me. I didn’t know what it meant...what I felt, other than satisfied. Deeply, thoroughly satisfied.

  They made me love to be dirty in all the right ways.

  “You all right?” Brandon asked softly when I was finished getting dressed. “Was that...okay?”

  Zac snorted from behind me. “C’mon, bro, didn’t you hear her screaming? Clearly she enjoyed it.”

  Brandon didn’t look at him, but he said, “That doesn’t mean she’s okay.”

  “I’m fine,” I said before they started arguing again. It seemed like the only time the two of them got along was when they were focused on pleasuring me. “Let’s just see if we can get the door open.”

  Lev was the first to reach the top of the stairs. He tried shoving the door open, but it was still blocked by something. He pressed his ear to the steel and said, “There’s someone out there.”

  Zac, Brandon, and I clambered up the steps and began to yell to whoever was on the other side.

  “Hello! Can you hear us? We’re locked in here!” I shouted over and over again until my voice grew hoarse. The guys pounded on the door, shouting as loud as I did.

  “Someone’s coming,” Lev said in his low, guttural voice after a few minutes. I’d never be able to hear him speak again without remembering him give me those orders again.

  We all quieted down until we heard scraping against the door. Relief flooded me. “There’s a tree in front of the door. Get away from it while we try to get it cleared.”

  “Thank God,” I whispered. I wanted to check on Aunt Glinda and make sure she was okay. Then I wanted to see Uncle Henry’s farm. Now that Zac and Lev were here, and I didn’t have to hide from them, we could go there and see if there was something I missed after he died. And even if they searched the place top to bottom, I knew that the shoes were safe with Alice.

  Alice. I couldn’t make any contact with her. Especially, now that Tin and Lev were around. I should’ve called her when I had been alone with Crow, but even then, I wasn’t sure that I trusted him either.

  It would be best if no one knew where the shoes were.

  A chainsaw roared and then stuttered against whatever was blocking the door. There was a crunch followed by the sound of something heavy thudding and dragging against the earth. “You can unlock it now,” they shouted from the other side.

  Zac bounded up the steps and had to throw his weight around to get the lock to budge but finally managed it. Light burst through the open doorway along with a fresh breeze. I lifted my face to it as I stepped out into the sun.


  A moment of peace stole over me until I opened my eyes and destruction filled my vision. There weren’t words to describe the devastation. A great pecan tree lay on top of Aunt Glinda’s house, a miracle in itself that it hadn’t simply crushed the building beneath its weight. Branches punctured the roof like it was made of paper. One of the limbs had landed over the bunker, blocking the door. It lay in chunks to the side.

  “Thanks, man,” Zac said and clapped hands with the fireman holding the idling chainsaw. “We appreciate it.”

  Lev had already gone to help the others who were pulling debris away from the house to check and make sure no one else was inside. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. Aunt Glinda. Had she tried to come back after the storm started? I sure hoped not.

  That’s when I saw the ambulance.

  It took a moment for the meaning to sink in. They’d only have an ambulance if someone was hurt. I took off running across the yard with Brandon hollering after me. All I could see were the rippling red and blue lights over the face of the house. I couldn’t lose Aunt Glinda, too.

  I stumbled to a stop at the back of the ambulance where an EMT and a paramedic were loading a gurney into the bowels of the truck. My lungs got stuck on a rough exhalation, and I simply forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t until I caught sight of the bleach blonde hair fanned over the pillow that I realized it wasn’t Aunt Glinda on the gurney, but my mother.

  My mother? Why was she here? Hadn’t Aunt Glinda taken her back to her home? Where was Aunt Glinda?

  “Ma’am, we’re going to need you to step back,” said the EMT.

  “It’s her mother,” Brandon said quietly from behind me.

  I didn’t even notice he, Zac, and Lev were standing in a protective circle around me until I heard him speak.

  “What happened?” I asked, wiping away a tear.

  “She was found inside. One of the limbs from the tree collapsed a back room. I’m sorry, but she sustained head trauma. She didn’t make it.”

  She wasn’t a good person, but that didn’t mean I wanted her to die. I nodded to the EMT, who gave me a jerk of his chin in response. Without looking, I spun around wildly, but it didn’t matter. Brandon took me into his arms without prompting and Zac pressed a kiss to my hair. When I could, I opened my eyes and found Lev watching, his brows furrowed as though in pain. I wanted to ask why, but I couldn’t find the words.

  The EMT and other rescue personnel headed out after that. There were a lot of other houses like ours to check. Other people trapped in their homes or injured. It had been a long time since I’d been in the thick of a tornado’s path, and I didn’t ever want to be again.

  “Do you want to leave?” Brandon asked.

  I don’t know when it had changed, but we both seemed to recognize Zac and Lev weren’t going to force us to do anything. Last night had proven that. Lev and Zac were no longer hunting us down. I was with them willingly.

  “Let’s go inside first, I want to…” I wasn’t sure what, but I just needed to go inside. “I need to make sure Aunt Glinda is safe.”

  “We have a car,” Zac said. “I’ll pack some of your things and then go from there. Get a hotel for the night or something before we figure out what our next steps are.” I didn’t ask how he knew I’d stored some of my stuff at Aunt Glinda’s house. I didn’t really care.

  “I’ll make a call to the Wizard,” Lev added before disappearing.

  What he was going to say, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t really care anymore.

  Brandon released me so we could go inside. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I found myself going through the house to the back where the EMT said my mother had been found.

  The house was silent save for the wind whistling through the new crevices the storm had caused, but it still made the hair on my arms stand on end. Without Aunt Glinda’s sunny presence, the house felt like it had no soul. I called her number, and it went straight to voice mail. I hoped she was okay.

  The farthest room was a mudroom off of the back door. The EMT had been right. It was mostly crushed from one of the massive pecan tree limbs. I didn’t understand what the burgundy stains on the concrete were until I stepped into the room and the iron-laced scent hit my nose.

  It was blood.

  My mother’s blood.

  She was really dead.

  I didn’t realize I was crying until Brandon scooped me up into his arms and held me as I sobbed. She wasn’t a good mother, hell, she wasn’t a good person, but she was still my mother. I didn’t want her to die.

  “I know you didn’t,” Brandon said, and I realized I must have been saying those thoughts out loud. “You’d never want that. It wasn’t your fault.”

  “I shouldn’t have made her go away. And Aunt Glinda went after her. She’s probably dead, too. This is all my fault.”

  “Shh,” he said into my hair. “You couldn’t have known this was going to happen. Don’t blame yourself for something you can’t control.” He helped me back down the hall to the living room, and we sat on a couch, me curled up into his lap.

  I don’t know how long stay there. Long enough for me to soak his shirt with my tears. Long enough for me to cry until my face felt feverish and my tears stopped.

  “The car’s ready,” Zac said.

  “We need to see the Wizard as soon as possible,” Lev added.

  “I don’t want to do anything but get a shower, something to eat, and maybe sleep for a few days,” I told them. Part of me wondered if Zac and Lev would push back, force me to go with them, but Zac merely nodded.

  “I could use a shower,” he said.

  “First, I want to see my Uncle’s farm.”

  They didn’t argue with this request either. Instead, Brandon lifted me into his arms and followed Zac and Lev to the car, a nondescript sedan. He placed me gently in the back seat and climbed in after me. Zac got in the passenger seat along with a duffle I recognized, and Lev got into the driver’s seat.

  They didn’t ask where we were going, and I realized they already knew. I must have dozed on the way there because the next thing I knew Zac was shaking my knee.

  “Rise and shine, sweetheart. We’re here.” There was a tone in his voice that I didn’t recognize until I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

  “Here?” I said and opened the car door and got out.

  I thought he must have gone to the wrong address at first because nothing looked like I remembered it. I hadn’t been back to the farm since I left to track Zac down, but there was no way I would have forgotten what it looked like. If it weren’t for the mailbox that had somehow survived the tornado, I would have told them they were at the wrong place.

  But the mailbox said BAUM FARMS in clear lettering.

  We weren’t in the wrong place.

  The farm was gone.

  Just gone.

  Like it had been wiped off the earth. Like it hadn’t ever existed.

  I didn’t realize I was running until Lev caught up with me a dozen yards away and trapped me against his body. He may have been lithe and wiry, but his muscles were solid beneath his clothes. I crumpled against him, no tears this time, I was simply too exhausted. Too overwrought.

  The ground was freshly turned, pipes and random bits of materials and vegetation spewed across the earth where Uncle Henry’s house had once been. Scraps of metal and wood dotted the fields where the crops would have been planted—if there had been any left. There wasn’t anything left of the house. The land that had been so bountiful was scrubbed clean of its plantings.

  Footsteps crunched over the debris behind me, and I felt Zac and Brandon join us, but I couldn’t lift my head to see them. Lev turned me in his arms and pressed me against his chest. If I hadn’t been so drained, I would have been surprised he let me touch him at all.

  But all I could feel was nothingness, even though he was achingly gentle as he passed a soothing hand over my back and murmured sweet nothings—or what I assumed were sweet nothings—in Russian.

&nbs
p; For a man who didn’t like to touch, he was certainly good at it. But I was in no frame of mind to appreciate it.

  The farm was gone. Uncle Henry’s house was gone.

  Everything.

  Most of my family.

  The farm I’d fought so hard to protect, to save.

  Gone.

  Even though I was surrounded by the guys, I’d never felt so alone.

  21

  Crow

  Dorothy’s lips quivered, and I pulled her in for an embrace.

  “Babe, everything is going to be okay. I promise. Just trust me.”

  But as those words left my mouth, I knew there was nothing behind them. For I didn’t know everything was okay, if anything quite the opposite. Nothing was okay. I was a law-abiding man, an honest man. A hard worker. How did I get here? Now I was surrounded by a dirty Navy SEAL and a shady Russian mafioso, neither of whom I trusted. Tin put his hand on Dorothy’s shoulder.

  “Dorothy, we need to go to Seattle.” She shook her head no, but I doubted Tin would take no for an answer. “Dorothy,” he repeated, “if you want to know what happened to your Uncle Henry, that’s the only place where we are going to find answers.”

  Her eyes popped open, and she wiped the tears from her face.

  “Answers? If you would just tell me the truth about that night I wouldn’t need to go to Seattle. You can tell me everything I need to know.”

  She had a point.

  Tin shook his head. “No, Dorothy, that’s not true. I don’t have any answers. I was hired to do a job. A job I failed at for I never retrieved the shoes. I know as much as you do.”

  I studied him when he talked. He seemed sincere to me, but what did I know? SEALs were trained to lie.

  “I don’t believe you,” she shot back.

  “I don’t care. I’m telling you the truth.”

  Her head turned toward Lev. “What about you? What do you know about the wizard?”

  Lev also shook his head, sending his mane flying.

  “Not much. I don’t even know his real name. All I know is that he is some tech billionaire. He ordered me to extract you—and he paid me handsomely for doing my job.”