Dangerous Lies

by A P Foote

  “Good, send Cabe out to DuPont, have him keep an eye on our friends there. I want to know if they make another move. We have business tomorrow, and I don’t want them fucking it up.”

  “No problem, boss.” He glances over Clyde’s shoulder to me, eyeing my cut. “Nice to have our Reaper back.”

  God, that nickname. I have sort of, a love hate relationship with it. Clyde’s dad gave it to me when I single handedly took out Boo, the Devil’s Cult leader. They said it couldn’t be done, that a little girl couldn’t and wouldn’t have the balls to take out the founder of one of the most notorious gangs in Washington and possibly in all of the United States, current times anyway. But I did, fucker wasn’t shit. I knew a guy at the time who wanted him taken care of because he wanted all the power. Guns, drugs, you name it, he wanted it.

  We made a plan. He planted me within the cult, covered me in robes the whole nine so no one would notice. Little did I know, they noticed, Boo noticed. He found me, beat me up and tried to rape me but… I got the better of him. He forced me to suck his microscopic dick and when he put that embarrassment in my mouth, I bit his shit off.

  And I’m not talking a love bite. I bit his shit clean off spitting it back at him. I was certainly amazed that something so tiny could contain so much blood, but it did.

  The horrific wails that came from his nasty lips were music to my ears, demented and sick sure. I’m one of those eye for an eye kind of people, so I didn’t give a shit.

  He grabbed his kitchen made vagina, crying and screaming while in the meantime I grabbed a knife from the block of pointies and stabbed him over and over all over his body until he stopped moving, and for good measure I stabbing his appendage and buttoned it to his chest with the kitchen utensil.

  I know I’m a sick bitch but when I rage, I rage, and there’s no one that can stop me. That’s why they call me Reaper, no one thought killing the leader of The Devil’s Cult was possible, but it was for me.

  “Kat?” Dalton calls, pulling me out of place I shouldn’t be going. “Want a shower?”

  His cheeky smile lights up the room, a shooting star in a dark and stormy sky. When this bullshit is over with The Power I wanna know how they got the club to vote them in so quickly.

  “Coming.” I smile, following D down the hall and into Clyde’s home away from home. Truth is Clyde has lived at the club house since I kicked him, why? I have no fucking idea.

  Cass has already made himself comfortable on the chair by the bed, completely immersed into the book he’s reading.

  “Shower now,” Dalton demands.

  I guess there isn’t gonna be any foreplay here.

  I cock a brow at the switch in temperament, he has no idea what he’s opening up with me if he keeps that up and something tells me he isn’t the type. I got the more sensual lover vibe from him when we were in his bed.

  Doing as he says, my ass swings with only a dull pinch in my side. Pain meds continue to do their job. Peeking over my shoulder I’ve seemed to grab Cass’s attention also.

  “I’m next.” He raises his hand.

  “I don’t know if I could—”

  “For the shower, Kat, I’m next for the shower,” he corrects.

  Dumbass. Of course, that’s what he was talking about.

  My cheeks turn a rosy pink, why would I think that he wanted to fuck me after? Why do I think Dalton’s taking me in there to do that either?

  I really need to come down from this block I’ve put my pussy on. None’s ever called it platinum, what’s the difference now?

  Scampering into the bathroom I grab a towel along the way off the shelf next to the door. Steam’s already filled the room, my body instantly reacting by pouring sweat.

  I turn around popping him on the shoulder, “What the hell, D? It feels like a goddamn sauna in here.”

  He shrugs. “I like it hot.”

  That’s an understatement.

  “You coming in or what?” a familiar voice asks from behind the curtain.

  Clyde! What the hell is this?

  “Why are you here?” I openly gawk.

  I’m not sure what to think. I know they agreed to give this relationship thing a try, but I had no idea Clyde of all people would be okay with… this.

  Dalton reaches around me, his fingers fiddling with the tiny buttons on the front of my jeans. His minty breath fans my ear causing me to sweat even more.

  I need these fucking clothes off now.

  My hands slide into my cut peeling it off my soaked hoodie. Dalton chuckles from behind me. His hands slip underneath the baggy material to rip it off my body.

  Relief floods through me now that I’m not fucking suffocating in the shit. Helping him strip my clothes off the rest of the way he hisses when I bend over.

  I’ve never had someone react to me that way, openly anyway. Then again, I’ve never been fucked the way he fucked me either.

  My tits spring free, never even feeling him unhook my bra he’s that damn good. I finish stripping for him, maybe teasing him a little by pushing my ass out further than necessary but hey, fun is fun.

  “Hurry up, it’s getting cold,” Clyde complains, poking the shower curtain.

  Oh, I doubt it’s getting cold in there, I’m still fucking sweating. I would like to know what went down in the conversation for this to happen though. I’m curious.

  Sliding into the abnormally large shower with two waterfall shower heads, I catch sight of Clyde’s magnificent body leaned against the tile wall, his hand seductively stroking his cock.

  Their fervent need is intoxicating. Clyde’s been pining after me for years while Dalton well… he got me.

  Clyde watches me, his eyes roaming every inch of my body, his fist moving more rhythmically.

  At least he ignores the bruises.

  Dalton’s hand encases my waist pushing me closer to Clyde until my chest is flush with his. My full and perky tits slide over his abs making my nipples rock hard.

  “Mm,” he moans, dipping his head, taking my nipple into his mouth.

  I hiss at the suction and exhilarating sensation his teeth induce while he nibbles on the peaks.

  Dalton’s hands grip my shoulders, slowly making their way down my sides and to my ass. His massive hands palm and knead the cheeks, sliding between the two mounds and into the folds of my pussy.

  “Ah.” The whimper that escapes my lips makes them both chuckle, giving them both courage to go even further.

  Clyde lets his dick free, his bone tattooed fingers caress my mound, letting a finger dip into the folds, plunging a finger even deeper into my sex.

  Dalton mocks his movements but from behind, starting at the dimples on my lower back. He trails two fingers between my cheeks, taking special care of my ass, probing its opening with the tip of his finger.

  “Jesus Christ.” My head falls to Clyde’s chest sending me higher than drugs could ever make me feel. Motherfuckers are gonna be the death of me.

  Dalton’s finger slides in deeper, pushing further as my muscles relax while Clyde circles my clit with his thumb and finger fucks me into oblivion. He slips another finger in stretching my walls, preparing me to take all of him.

  My senses are overloaded with being stuffed in every hole. Clyde cocks his finger, the tip of it flicking across my G spot every time. The pressure builds and builds and then stops.

  Dead, he’s fucking dead. How dare he stop right when I was about to… ooh…

  Clyde replaces his thick digit with his massive rock-hard cock, sliding it through my slick folds, penetrating my entrance. I gasp at the sudden fulfillment inside.

  Whimpers and moans fall from my lips and into his chest before tilting my head back to where D’s chest is there to catch it. He pushes against my back and the hand not being used in my ass grips my thigh from below, hiking it up against Clyde’s hip.

  “God, baby, you feel so good,” Clyde breaths, gradually driving his powerful hips into me.

  Dalton runs his tongue from my s
houlder to my neck, peppering kisses before biting down on my tendon. “You like my finger in your ass baby?”

  “Yes,” I pant. They’re not moving at the speed I like, and it’s fucking torturous.

  Clyde moves faster, his cock hitting my spot every time.

  “You want my cock in your ass?” D murmurs against my ear, hissing as the walls of my anus clamp around his finger. The thought of being completely and utterly full excites me.

  “Yes, fuck me,” I plead, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Dalton’s finger slides out, his previously occupied hand tracing my thigh just before he grabs me up, my feet no longer safely planted on the ground and hooks it around Clyde’s other hip. Clyde curses when his reach inside me deepens making me take him all the way to the hilt.

  D lets me go, keeping his chest pressed against my back, gripping his own erection, and lining it up with its target. One of his hands palms my breasts, pinching a nipple between his fingers releasing it for the other. The same hand slides down my front, over my mound, a finger sliding between my lips, spreading them further even as Clyde moves at his painstakingly slow pace, tracing circles around my clit.

  “Oh fuck!” I moan biting down on my bottom lip. “You guys are killing me.”

  They both breathe a laugh. “You have no idea,” Dalton coos, pushing against the straining muscle behind me, breaking through the barrier and into eternal bliss.

  “Fuck. Jesus,” he spits out, sliding his cock into my ass. There’s never been two cocks inside me at once, I can feel both of them rubbing against each other inside me, only being separated by me.

  Its fucking filthy and I love everything about it. I’m connected to both of them at the same and they’re connected to me. Clyde’s mouth crashes against mine, our tongues dancing in a melodical rhythm only we can hear.

  Dalton lifts me higher bringing us all closer together. I lean against Clyde while Dalton pounds into me his thumb reeking mayhem on my clit. My tits bounce, my nipples scrape against Clyde’s contributing to my pleasure.

  Releasing Clyde’s mouth, I tilt my head to give D a chance. I want to taste him, I need to taste him, and he obliges. His full lips take over mine, his desire evident as his tongue invades my mouth fighting for dominance. I submit letting him take over. His hand wraps around my neck, with little to no pressure being applied, he’s being conscious of my lingering bruises. He kisses me hard, his hips freezing in placing. I groan in protest.

  Just then Clyde grips my hips taking the brunt of my weight. He pushes me further back, my lips still tightly sealed with my other man’s. He watches us intently. I know he wishes I was kissing him, but I can’t break away, I don’t want to. D’s lips are the softest I’ve ever felt, everything about him is so new and exciting I want to keep exploring even if that means pissing others off.

  The pressure from his grip drives me higher, he pounds over and over, his dick sliding in and out of the safety of my silky sheath. My ass slaps against his thighs, jerking the dick in my ass well. He hits the same spot over and over until he growls his release grinding me against his hips until we’re completely seated against each other.

  Dalton takes full advantage, pulling his assaulting lips away from me, smirking at my anger as he does. He lifts me against Clyde for better access and forcing the dick inside my cunt to press deeper within.

  Clyde keeps me going taking over Dalton’s duty to keep me simulated. His fingers reaching between us, dipping in next to his cock he retrieves the come pouring out of me spreading it against my sex. Dalton moves, not being gentle or taking his time either. He hammers away into my ass leaving me gasping for air until his cock beings to throb, pulsing his seed deep inside me.

  They better not be done.

  His movements slow as his lips come down on my neck. Clyde watches in amazement and full-fledged admiration that his old lady just took it in the ass by another man and was happy about it.

  “I love you Kat,” he whispers so only I can hear. Why does he have to say that right now? Not while we’re… come on.

  I don’t say anything, I just kiss him pouring my adoration for him through the kiss. I’m not ready for that again, not yet.

  Dalton pulls out of me, reaching for the soap he lathers himself up cleaning away the sin of our debauchery.

  Like that’s gonna help.

  Clyde’s next to leave me doing the same as D. They’re not going to finish me? What the fuck?

  “Um, are you guys forgetting something?” I aggravatingly question them.

  “No, you?” Dalton says looking over my head to Clyde who rinsing the suds from his gorgeously stacked, inked body.

  “No,” he answers sliding from the stall, leaving me there completely and utterly dumbfounded.

  What the fuck just happened?

  I find myself thinking this a lot because I’m often left stupefied. These ass holes just left me hanging high and dry… literally.

  Snatching the soap off the rack I squirt more than I have to in the loofa hanging beside it. I’m scrubbing away the top layer of skin but who gives a fuck, I’m gonna kill both of them. I’m going to take Mrs. pointy and cut them from head to fucking toe.

  My now raw and abrasive skin burns when the hot water douses me, it’s like flames licking and teasing my once soft and silky flesh. The water runs clear, free from suds and I aggressively smash the handle turning it off.

  The towel’s sitting where I laid it on the counter, and the fuzzy bathmat annoys the hell out of me when it sticks between my toes.

  “Erg.” I step off the fucker onto the tile, grabbing the damn mat with burning rage the door becomes the target with the mat sailing through the air hitting the wood with a loud thump!

  I tuck the towel around my body leaving out the same door I just assaulted. The door opens into an empty room except for Cass, he’s just sitting in the same spot he was in when we first walked in.

  He looks up from his book. “Everything okay in there?”

  The small smile playing his lips tell me he knows exactly what happened.

  “No, I’m not. Where are they?”

  “Where’s who?” he asks, confused.

  “Don’t play coy with me, where did they go?” It has to be barely seventy degrees in here, but the anger burning in my gut keeps me heated, comparable to a blazing inferno.

  “Relax, they went for a walk.” Cass sets the book down, and then he stands coming to stop in front of me.

  “Pfft, a walk? Give me a break,” I complain, crossing my arms over my chest. Cass openly admires my cleavage and I could swear he just moaned.

  His eyes flick back to mine, storm clouds hover around his eyes, those baby blues clouded by sadness and remorse. “I need to uh… talk to you.”

  I don’t like how he’s being, this is how Clyde acted right before he told me my dad was dead.

  “What is it?” I softly question. Cass captures my hand in his guiding me to the bed. I relax on the mattress and he hunkers down beside me.

  His hands fiddle with mine, squeezing and kneading them, he’s afraid of something. He won’t look at me, he keeps swallowing the frog lodged in his throat.

  “Who died?”

  “What? No, no. It’s not that it’s… I wasn’t who I said I was when we uh, when we first met. Truth is, I was already working when I walked into your bar.”

  What’s he getting at?

  “I worked for the umm…” He pauses, grinding his molars together, looking from me to the ground. If he held his hands still, he’d probably be shaking. “I worked for the FBI.”

  Let me get this straight, Cass is an FBI agent? I explode in uncontrollable laughter much like I did when they told me dad worked for the FBI, that I still don’t believe. And now Cass is telling me he is an FBI agent. Why is everyone so obsessed with being an FBI agent? Is that a thing now?

  I laugh until my sides cramp, face turns red and even Cass cracks a smile. “Kat, I’m serious.”

  “I don’t believe you.” I pa
use from my hysterics to say, “You expect me to believe someone who works for a branch of the Federal Government would come here and do everything you’ve done? I saw the look on your face when you showed up at the cabin, when you saw me naked in bed with your brother. Innocent men don’t have the thoughts you were having. When you jumped to my defense from Cabe, you had murderous revenge in your eyes.”

  “That doesn’t mean what I’m saying isn’t true Kat,” he whispers, never breaking contact.

  I always thought I was like them. Them being the other members of the club. That I would hate them, that I would want to do to them what they were always trying to do to the club. But I can’t bring myself to feel that way.