Any less and I would’ve called the whole thing off. As it was, it was still going to be hellish. I could only hope that the majority of their crew wouldn’t be there as early in the morning as we were planning on going and that we would be able to get through the warehouse easily, then regroup back at home.
Not that I’d ever let Allen hear me say that. I still wasn’t entirely okay with the thought of bringing the fight to where we were trying to protect Amber, but I logically knew it’d be better to do it there. We could hide her to keep her safe while the rest of us armed ourselves for battle. The house was well-fortified and we wouldn’t all be separated doing different tasks. It was the only way we could handle this that wouldn’t end with our deaths.
Hopefully.
“You see that?” Mason asked, his voice pulling me out of my dark thoughts.
I looked ahead out the windshield and squinted at the sight of the lights surrounding the school.
“Which one is it again?”
“Fourteen fifty-three.”
“Drop me around the corner. Where’s the kit?”
“Backseat.”
“Alright.”
After he pulled the car to a stop, I covered my face with the ski mask and hopped out, grabbing the bag out of the car and waiting for Mason to pull away. I jogged to the fence and threw the bag over it before climbing up myself, thanking anyone who was listening for the lack of barbed wire.
My feet hit the ground with a loud thud and I stayed down, waiting for a sound to signal whether someone was watching. I knew it was unlikely, but I was better off playing it safe.
When nothing responded to my noise, I grabbed the bag and crept deeper into the lot.
“Fourteen fifty-three, fourteen fifty-three...” I quietly muttered to myself, eyeing the numbers on the doors until they landed on the one I needed. “Jackpot.”
I easily pried open the doors and stepped onto the school bus, dropping the bag beside the driver’s seat and unzipping it. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I slipped it out, quickly scanning the message from Mason.
‘Gate’s open. Clear to move.’
“Sorry, kids,” I spoke aloud as I shoved the phone back into my pocket and pulled out the first piece of equipment Derek had saddled me with. “There’ll be no school tomorrow.”
* * *
It took some doing—including an angry call that woke Derek up so I could demand clearer instructions on how the fuck to hijack a bus, but I eventually managed to get it done. Mason followed me back to our base and I was grateful for his presence in the rearview.
Driving a school bus around at two in the morning was a move just begging for police attention. By sheer stroke of luck—and also thanks to Derek’s homemade police scanner—we were able to make it all the way back to the house without interruption.
Hiding the bus was easy enough to do by parking it in the small area behind the house. Troy had moved Allen’s two cars to the street to give us room and I just barely managed to squeeze the bus into the spot. Mason and I covered the back with a tarp—just in case anyone caught sight of it before morning and tried to read the plate number.
Another unlikely scenario, but better to play it safe.
“Get some sleep while you can,” Mason grunted after he hopped down from the roof of the bus. He twisted his wrist and tapped the glass face of his watch. “Two hours and fourteen minutes until go.”
“Are you staying up?”
“Yeah. I’m good for a while.”
Besides Allen, Mason was the only man I knew who could survive on the bare minimum of sleep. I was certain that he was plagued by nightmares just like Allen was, which was probably the main reason why he stuck with us for so long. Even though Mason’s were likely far more horrific, the two had formed a bond over their mutual insomnia.
“Wake me up in two hours.”
“Will do, boss.”
I gave him a curt nod and head up towards the house.
I dropped off in my own bedroom to grab a quick shower and a change of clothes, then wandered upstairs to Allen’s bedroom in my boxers. I opened the door slowly so I wouldn’t accidentally wake Amber, then paused when I realized that Allen was asleep beside her.
Actually seeing him asleep was such a rare occurrence that it floored me for a long moment—too afraid to move in fear of waking him.
But eventually, I crept forward, silently moving to the empty side of the bed and sliding in beside Amber. She was facing my way already and when I scooted close to her side, her arm stretched out across my waist and she sighed happily in her sleep. Allen’s face remained stoic where it rested against her neck, but his breathing was even enough for me to realize that he wasn’t having nightmares.
I forcefully pushed away the thoughts of what would happen in less than two hours and stared at Amber’s sleeping face until I felt exhaustion pulling me under as well.
Chapter Eighteen
Amber
I couldn’t remember ever feeling so warm in my entire life. Not in a hot, sweaty way—just in the comfy, ‘safe-in-a-man’s-strong-arms-and-totally-safe’ way.
I snuggled closer to the warmth at my back, then frowned when I realized my front was growing colder. With a huff, I reached out and pulled the warm mass closer to me, sighing with contentment when it shifted and pressed firmly against my bare breasts.
It was then that my mind woke up enough to realize that I wasn’t just safe in a man’s embrace. I was safely cocooned in two men’s arms, sandwiched intimately between their hard bodies.
I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.
My eyes opened and I smiled when I realized John came to bed and curled up beside me. I could still feel Allen at my back—sound asleep with his thick morning erection pressed snugly against my ass.
I shivered when I remembered what he did in the shower, his finger stretching my hole as he spoke in that gravelly tone about how badly he wanted to put his cock inside.
The words I said at some point in the past twenty-four hours—that I wanted them both inside me at the same time—came back and looped around in my head. I felt myself getting wet and I let my hands creep beneath the covers and reached for John.
When I found his equally hard cock trapped under a pair of boxer shorts, I let out a short huff. He twitched in his sleep, thrusting his cock against my hand and letting out a soft gasp.
With a wicked grin, I pressed my ass back against Allen and moved back and forth, continuing the movement until I felt him stir out of sleep. He started to sit up, then laid back down when he realized John was in bed with us.
His arm tightened around my waist and he leaned forward to whisper into my ear.
“Want something, baby?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Tell me.”
I craned my neck back just enough for me to see his eyes in the semi-darkness of the room.
“I want you in my ass.”
He groaned and thrust forward, his cock slipping between my cheeks. He tipped his chin forward, gesturing to John, and I slid my hand under his boxer shorts and started working his cock with fast, tight strokes.
It only took a few seconds before he woke up and let out a long groan. His eyes opened and locked on mine, his hand moving to grasp my hip as he thrust into my palm.
“Morning,” he said sleepily, leaning in for a kiss as I continued to work him with my hand.
“Morning,” I whispered back, then grinned as I said, “I need you inside of me.”
John groaned and pulled my hand out of his underwear, rolling onto his back to take them off. Allen grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg back, hooking it around his hip as he slid forward and buried his length to the hilt.
“So wet,” he whispered as he slowly began to move. “Always so ready to take it.”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “More.”
John paused mid-stretch in his reach for a condom, looking back at us with a frown.
“Are you—”
Allen
thrust hard, pulling a strangled moan from my lips while he grunted, “Yeah.”
His eyebrow cocked. “No rubber?”
“She’s on the pill and we’re both clean. We’re all clean, Amber.”
I nodded my understanding, trusting both of them completely. After all, my life was already in their hands. I didn’t see any reason why they would be dishonest with me about this.
I reached for John’s cock and gently tugged, waiting for him to roll back onto his side. He grinned with delight and rolled back to face me, then waited until Allen pulled out so he could turn me around. My thigh was lifted again, hooked backwards over John’s hip in the same position Allen just had me in.
Allen smiled and kissed me, swallowing my moan as John pushed into my wet entrance. He let out a shuddering breath against my neck and my hips bucked when I felt his hand come around my front to rub slow circles on my clit.
I used my hand to stroke Allen the way he showed me in the shower, using my wetness as lubricant and grinning at the way his breathing quickly became labored. He played with my nipples, pinching and twisting them almost to the point of pain before releasing them and gently caressing my breasts while simultaneously kissing my neck.
It was a sensation overload. John was moving slowly inside me, his finger maintaining the same lazy rhythm on my clitoris.
“You feel amazing, darling,” he groaned. “It’s so damn hot.”
“Ohh fuck, John... more,” I begged as he started to increase the force of his pumps.
“How much more can you take?” Allen asked as he gripped my chin and forced me to face him. He didn’t need to clarify further—I knew exactly what he was asking.
“Everything. Please.”
“Get on top,” he demanded lowly, the heat in his voice leaving no room to argue.
Not that I would have anyways.
John whimpered when I pulled away, then looked up at me with a smile when I swung my leg over his hips to straddle him. I took his cock back into my body with ease, then melted back into Allen’s embrace when he propped up behind me on his knees.
“We’re gonna fill you up, baby,” he whispered, trailing his finger lightly between my ass cheeks. “Tell me you want me in your ass again.”
“I want you in my ass, Allen. I need it. Please!”
John growled from beneath me and bucked his hips up, making me move again.
“Get the lube and prep her. Now let me see those tits bouncing. Ride me.”
I grinned and leaned back, giving him a perfect view of my chest as I rose and fell on his cock. I noticed Allen watching from where he had gone to the nightstand to get the lube, his painfully hard cock twitching with interest in the show I was putting on.
Between the sensations and the attention of these two ridiculously gorgeous men on me, I got to the edge in record time. John grabbed my hips and started thrusting up, driving into me so fast that my tits kept bouncing even though he was the one moving. I pinched my nipples hard and screamed through my orgasm, flooding John’s cock with wetness while the aftershocks of pleasure made my entire body shake.
I fell forward against his chest and he let out a long, pleased hum of approval. His hips were still moving minutely, so I raised mine slightly to give him a better angle.
“That was fucking glorious,” he whispered while Allen climbed on the bed behind me.
I heard the cap of the lube open a moment before his slick digit found my virgin hole. John stilled as Allen pressed his finger forward, burying it inside my ass and giving me a second to adjust before he slowly started easing it in and out.
“Want you so bad, baby. I—”
A loud knock at the door made all three of us freeze at once. John’s eyes widened with horror and he shouted, “Don’t come in!”
But it was too late. The door swung open and the scarred man—Mason—stepped inside.
“Time to—Holy fuck!”
I crossed my arms over my chest to shield my breasts from his vision. John was already sitting up and pulling the sheet up to cover where we were joined while Allen growled from behind me.
“Get the fuck out.”
Mason opened his mouth to speak—then abruptly snapped it shut. He gave a jerky nod and spun around, closing the door quietly behind him.
John looked past my shoulder and said, “We need to move.”
“Now?” Allen parroted incredulously.
“Yes, now. Fuck. Baby, hop off.”
I slid off, a little surprised when I realized that he was still rock-hard despite the rude interruption. The slow drag pulled a groan out of us both and I glanced back at Allen’s needy cock with sympathy.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he scrubbed his face with his un-lubed hand. “I’m really not looking forward to doing this with a fucking boner. How long do we have?”
John glanced at the clock and winced. “Nine minutes to get dressed and ready to go.”
“Fucking hell,” he miserably groaned, then crawled backwards on the bed until he was standing at the foot of it. “Who’s guarding Amber?”
“Mason,” John said dryly.
“Um, excuse me?” I chimed in, holding the sheet to my chest as the men started getting dressed. “What’s going on and why do I need to be guarded?”
Allen’s eyes softened as he said, “We have to take care of a few things to ensure your safety.”
“Mason will keep you safe until we return. We shouldn’t be long—no more than three hours if I had to guess.”
Allen’s eyes narrowed and he cocked his head to the side. “Three hours? What exactly are we doing?”
“I’ll explain on the way. We’re moving in... seven minutes. Get ready.”
“I didn’t sign off on whatever plan you’ve made without me.”
I didn’t miss the ice in Allen’s voice and judging by the look on his face, neither did John. He froze mid-step, then slowly turned to face the other man.
“You were indisposed and we made a decision as a group. It’s still the plan you originally signed off on, the only thing different are a few of the details. No one was stepping on your toes or going above your head, Allen.”
There was a brief moment of silence, both men tensed up like cats about to fight. I could tell that John was offended by the insinuation that he would change Allen’s plan without his consent and Allen was irritated that the details weren’t cleared with him first.
When I thought more about it, I realized it was probably more about the fact that Allen had no idea and no control over what was about to happen. He was essentially going in blind.
But eventually, he nodded his acceptance and both men continued to prepare themselves for battle. I watched with wide eyes as they quickly dressed—both wincing when they had to tuck their erections into their jeans—then strapped themselves with holsters, guns, and clips of ammunition.
“Aren’t... Don’t you have vests or something?” I asked, my voice wavering.
Both men stopped what they were doing and approached me, soothingly running their hands over my face and hair. All I wanted to do was drop the sheet and beg for their touch, beg them to stay with me and forget about whatever they were going to do that involved guns.
But I knew better than to ask for that. This was just as much for their safety as well as mine.
“Vests restrict movement. We work better without them,” John answered before bringing his lips down to softly press a kiss to my cheek. “We’ll be fine.”
“Promise?” I asked, twisting my fingers in the collars of both of their t-shirts. “Because if you can’t promise that, then I’d prefer if you stayed and continued what we started.”
Allen gripped my hair and pulled my head back. I gasped as I stared up into his eyes—so dark and full of promises—both sweet and wicked.
“Oh, we will continue what we started. I promise.”
His lips met mine in a fierce kiss, one that reignited the fire in my core and reminded me of everything we had done together
in the past few days. The sheet fell when I put my arms around his neck, and John groaned right before I felt a warm palm grip one of my breasts and squeeze.
Allen pulled away and looked down at my chest, swallowing hard.
“Fuck, we don’t have time,” he grunted, yanking himself away from me. “Come on, John.”
“One sec,” he said before kissing me soundly on the lips, his fingers still toying with my nipples. “I hope you’ll be ready for more tonight. I get a little restless after a job.”
“I can’t wait.”
Both men grinned and walked out of the room, but not before warning me to get dressed before Mason came back. I quickly pulled on one of Allen’s shirts again before darting down the empty hall to my own bedroom for fresh clothes.
Once there, I was reminded of the fact that Allen had bought me nothing but slutty clothes. I rolled my eyes and pulled on a pair of the tiny panties he’d gotten me, deciding that I may as well wear his shirt since it was longer than most of the dresses and skirts anyways.
* * *
Allen
“You guys ready to rumble?”
I stopped, turning my head sharply towards Derek.
“Never say that again.”
He rolled his eyes and scoffed, waving me off. It was then that I noticed his outfit and my eyebrows drew together with confusion.
“Why the fuck are you dressed like that?”
Troy grinned and tipped his head to the door before he started walking, John and Derek following right behind him. I turned to glance at Mason one more time, giving him a solemn nod and a stern look that said, ‘If anyone touches my girl, I’ll tear your dick off with my bare hands.’
Satisfied with the wink and thumbs up he gave me, I followed behind the others.
As soon as I stepped behind the house, I was greeted by the sight of John pulling a tarp off of something large and my frown grew even deeper when I finally recognized what it was.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“The bus waits for no man, Allen! Load up!” Derek called as he marched over to the doors and pulled them open. “School is officially in session!”
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