I shifted my body down hers until one of her tits was in my hand, and I had one of her nipples in my mouth. The light pink tip darkened as I teased it with my tongue. My free hand roamed down her body until I cupped her wet pussy before sliding my finger inside. Kayla whimpered, and her hips jolted underneath me. My bodyweight pressed down harder on top of her to keep her still as I took her right to the edge.
Her whole body contracted as she was about to come, and I pulled my fingers out and removed my mouth from her tit with one last lick of her hardened nipple. She writhed and panted, and I took my time settling my dick between her legs. I reached for the condom and tore it open, sliding it down over my cock.
On my knees, I gripped her hips and pulled her ass off the bed. The head of my cock slid through her wetness, and then I pushed inside, not stopping until I was fully sheathed. She convulsed around me, so I held perfectly still, not wanting to let her come. When I felt her relax, I pulled back and slammed inside, pistoning my hips hard against hers. She let out a squeak as I didn’t let up, fucking her hard until I was tired of the position.
I let her fall onto the bed, adjusting our position so my body covered hers. I never let up on my pounding. Her pussy was tight and wet, and it fucking squeezed my cock in just the right way. I wanted to go deeper, harder, longer.
I held my weight up on my left forearm as my right hand drifted up her soft body, skimming along the outside of her tit and sliding up the slick skin of her chest until it settled against her throat. I locked eyes with Kayla, and she nodded before I wrapped my fingers around her neck and applied a little bit of pressure. Adrenaline flooded my body as my heart pounded in my chest.
My entire body practically vibrated with pleasure as I tightened my grip, feeling her muscles tense and shift under my palm. I moved my hips faster, pushing myself to the limit to stay in the moment. Pleasure coursed through my veins as I squeezed just a little harder, loving how her body reacted every time I tightened my grip.
I tore my eyes off her face and looked down to where my dick moved in and out of her, watching her wetness coat my length as I moved inside again and again. Her body bucked against mine as I watched, fascinated with the way her body welcomed me inside. When her hips bucked against mine again, I had to suck in a breath and bite my cheek to stop myself from getting off. It felt too fucking good.
She made a gurgling sound, and I looked back up as her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body completely relaxed underneath me. I ripped my hand off her neck and pulled my dick out of her. “Fuck. Kayla?”
I shook her gently with my hand, but she didn’t budge. Fuck. “Kayla?” I asked louder, shaking her harder. My heart slammed against my ribcage as cold fear crept along my spine. What the fuck had I done?
With a shaky hand, I pressed two fingers against her neck to check for a pulse. Those two seconds it took before I felt a weak heartbeat were the longest fucking seconds of my life. I breathed out slowly and watched her chest to see if she was breathing. She took a shallow breath, and I sagged against the bed.
I pushed on her shoulder, shaking her again. “Kayla? Wake the fuck up.” She didn’t move a fucking muscle, and my stomach knotted. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead as my stomach rolled. I needed her to wake up. Fuck. She might not wake up. I stared down at my hands, watching them tremble. How could I have taken things so far? I was in control… until I wasn’t.
That’d never happened to me before, and now I was spiraling into shock. A rasping sound bounced off the walls, and I realized it was my own shallow breathing.
I jumped off the bed and ripped the condom off, shoving my legs into my boxers and then my jeans. I stuffed the condom in the pocket to deal with later and yanked my shirt over my head. “Kayla! Wake the fuck up!” I yelled, but she still didn’t so much as twitch.
A wave of dizziness had me bending over and sucking in air, trying not to pass out. I sank to the floor and pulled out my phone.
Jericho: 911
Jericho: Meet me in the living room in two minutes
Tortured thoughts played through my mind about how I might be a murderer, and I didn’t know how to deal with them. I stood up, swaying a little as I walked to the bed and yanked the knots out of the restraints to untie Kayla. I watched as her limbs fell lifelessly to the mattress, and I couldn’t fucking deal with this on my own. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to.
5
Maddox
“Fuck.” I released the hard cock in my palm and pulled my hand free from the pair of jeans it was shoved down. Reaching for my phone, which would not stop vibrating in my pocket, I growled in frustration.
Kisses peppered my neck as I looked at the screen. Cursing, I pushed gently on the guy’s shoulder. I couldn’t remember his name, but that wasn’t unusual. There was only one name that would ever be scarred on my heart, and I didn’t want to think about her. “I’ve gotta go. My boy needs me.”
He stared at me skeptically. “You have a boyfriend?”
I chuckled as I slid out from under him, standing up and pocketing my phone. “It’s cute you think that. No. Gotta go.”
“What about this?” He gestured to his still hard dick poking out the top of his boxers.
I leaned down and dropped a kiss to his soft lips. “Deal with it yourself.”
Straightening, I ignored his withering glare. Taming the wrinkles in my clothes was useless, so I did my best to shift them back into place before I shoved my way through the crowd to the living room. My own hard-on had deflated almost instantly at the sight of that text, and now I was focused on what was in front of me.
The place was fucking bursting with people, and I wasn’t sure what the hell Jericho could’ve done, but when any of my brothers sent out a 9-1-1 text, I dropped whatever the fuck I was doing.
Sometime in the past two years, I became the fixer. I didn’t know how it happened, but when shit went sideways, they always called me. That tingly sense of dread I got whenever something fucked up was coming my way worked its way down my spine as True stepped up to my side. “Did you get that text?”
“Yeah. Can’t be anything good.” I scanned the room, keeping my eyes out for Jericho. A pissed off looking Zen was barreling through the crowd with a dangerous expression on his face, daring anyone to say shit to him.
Zen stopped in front of me and shot his arm out to some random next to him, snatching the drink right out of the poor sucker’s hand before downing it in one sip and throwing it back at the guy. “What the hell’s got you so pissed off?” I wondered, glaring at the guy over Zen’s shoulder since he looked like he was about to start shit. One look at my face, and he shrunk back into the crowd.
“I was fucking balls deep inside Dakota Emerson when I got that text. Now I’m going to have a fucking hard on the rest of the night since she was pissed off when I pulled out and pushed her off of me.”
Smirking, I coughed to hide my laugh.
“The real question here is why the hell were you checking your messages when you were mid-thrust?” True tried not to laugh, real curiosity etched onto his face.
I couldn’t hold it in and laughed. Hard. Zen scowled at me, but my laughter was cut short as I watched Jericho approach us. His face was ashen, and his eyes were manic.
Jericho stepped into our little circle, and for the most part, everyone at this party was giving us our space. Some watched us with interest, but most of them knew the score and ignored us for their own fucking good. Jericho swayed a little, and Zen reached out to steady him with a hand gripping his arm. “What the hell happened?” I demanded when he didn’t immediately explain.
“Come with me,” he ordered instead of answering and turned on his heel, taking Zen with him. True shot me a concerned look but followed the two of them. It looked like Zen was actively holding Jericho up from falling over and the knowledge that whatever the fuck happened was serious sank into my bones.
We followed him down the hall, and my muscles bunched and tensed as I prepared myself for w
hatever shitstorm we were walking into. Adrenaline poured into my veins, and my heart kicked into a new gear. Jericho led us down the hall, Zen at his side, True behind them and me bringing up the rear. I kept an ice-cold stare straight ahead, not wanting anyone to engage us.
We stopped in front of the door at the end of the hall, and Jericho’s shoulders slumped as he exhaled shakily. He pushed the door open, and we followed him in. I ran into True’s back and gave him a little shove. “Move the fuck out of the way, True.”
He stepped aside to let me in, and the soft click behind me let me know Jericho shut the door behind us. I looked over at True, who stared ahead with wide-eyed shock. I followed his line of sight to a very naked and very unconscious Kayla spread out on the bed. “What the fuck is this?”
“Did you…” Zen started, rubbing his hand up his face and through his hair.
“Is she…” True tried to finish, looking to Jericho. His eyes were pleading for good news. True wasn’t used to seeing the bad parts of life.
“Did I kill her? Is she dead?” Jericho sounded like he was on the verge of hysteria. I’d never seen or heard him like this before. He was always the calm one. The quiet one. The one who was in control and had his shit together and kept us in line. “I don’t fucking know.”
I clapped my hands together as the weight of this situation settled onto my shoulders, and I took control. All three of them jumped. “Here’s what we’re going to do. True’s going to find me a first aid kit just in case. Zen’s going to find Kayla’s clothes and get her dressed. I’m going to see if I can wake her up. And you,” I pointed at Jericho, “are going to go get a beer, go outside and get your shit together.”
“I can’t just fucking-” he started.
“You can, and you will. Now go,” I barked, sending everyone into motion.
True grabbed Jericho’s arm and pulled him out of the room with him, closing the door. Zen grabbed her pants from the floor. “I knew Jericho wasn’t into the same sex shit as us, but damn. If she doesn’t wake up, we’re going to have to bury a body for him. We can’t let him go to jail.”
“I know. But look.” I nodded toward her chest. “She’s breathing.”
His cheeks puffed out with the force of his exhale, and his head bowed. “Thank fuck for that.”
I helped him pull her pants on, and when we pulled them up, he secured the button. “Grab her leg and hold it up,” I instructed, doing the same to the leg I held.
He did as I said, but his eyes were full of doubt. “Why are we torturing this poor girl?”
“It’s not torture,” I snapped. “It helps get the blood closer to the heart. Hopefully, it’ll help her wake up.”
“I don’t want to know why the fuck you know that,” Zen murmured, pushing Kayla’s leg up a little higher.
“Probably better if we just focus on getting her to wake up,” I agreed. We stood like that, at the end of the bed, holding her legs up toward the ceiling for a few minutes before a soft knock sounded on the door.
“It’s me,” True called before pushing the door open and stepping inside. He kicked it closed behind him and crossed the room, handing me a sorry excuse for a first aid kit.
“This was all I could find.” He shrugged apologetically as I dug through the tiny white box. There were bandages and a few alcohol swabs, and that was it. I’d been hoping for smelling salts or something to help wake this chick up, but we were out of luck.
He glanced around Zen and me. “She awake yet?”
I rolled my eyes. “If she were awake, would we be standing here like this right now?”
“You don’t have to be a dick. I was just asking a question. What the hell are you two doing anyway?”
“Maddox said if we held her legs up, it might help her wake up,” Zen answered, and all our heads snapped to Kayla as she coughed softly.
“Drop her legs,” I told Zen as I lowered her ankle back to the mattress and rounded the bed. I leaned over to see if her eyes were open, but they weren’t yet. Her neck was fucking purple and bruised, and I sucked in a breath as her eyes fluttered open.
I sat on the bed and rubbed her wrist, shooting Zen a look behind me to do the same. “Kayla?”
Her gaze roamed around, and her eyebrows furrowed until she blinked up at me. “Maddox? Where’s Jericho?”
Her voice was scratchy and hoarse, but she was fucking awake, and the tension poured out of me. “He’s outside.”
Her eyes widened with recognition, and she struggled to sit up. “Oh my god.” Her eyes welled up, and I watched her face contort in horror as the memories of what just happened surfaced. “He… he had his hand wrapped around my throat, and I couldn’t breathe.”
I pulled her hand into mine, attempting to soothe her, but I wasn’t good at that kind of thing. That was more True’s area, and I looked over my shoulder at him, arching my eyebrow and nodding my head in her direction. He caught on and stepped over to her other side, running his hand through her hair. “I tried to yell or hit him or something, but I was tied down, and no sound would come out of my mouth.”
Tears were freely running down her face now, and I exchanged worried expressions with both of my friends. I wasn’t worried about her. She was awake and alive, and that was the point where I stopped caring. I was worried about what she could do to Jericho if she opened her mouth about what happened.
She sat fully upright and covered her still-naked tits. We hadn’t gotten around to covering them yet, but I hadn’t even noticed them, and I doubt the other guys had either. We were too concerned with making sure she was still alive. “Give me my shirt,” she demanded, holding out her hand.
Zen passed her the clothing, and we all looked away as she pulled it over her head. “You can go now.” Her voice was colder now, harder. It was also scratchy as fuck thanks to Jericho’s kinky handiwork.
“Not yet.” I stayed right where I was and watched as she scooted backward until her back hit the headboard and tucked her legs up into her chest.
“What do you want?” Her eyes filled with tears again, but I had to get this out.
“You can’t tell anybody about this,” I made clear.
She laughed in a scratching, grating sort of way that made me uncomfortable. “You have no right to tell me what I can or can’t do about tonight.”
I hoped she didn’t realize how close she’d actually come to dying. “What will it take for you to keep your goddamn mouth closed?” My eyes were cold as I stared at her, unblinking, willing her to submit to my demand. Jericho liked her because she was submissive, and I hoped that would play to my favor in protecting him.
She shifted, tucking the hair that fell in front of her face behind her ear. Her eyes darted between the three of us.
“If you’re thinking about a four-way, you can keep that shit to yourself,” True cut in with a frown in her direction.
“I’m not a slut, you asshole.” She glared at him. He crossed his arms, and his jaw clenched as he stood up.
“I’m done here. If you need me, text.” True left the room without another word, closing the door harder than necessary behind him. He was sensitive, and being called an asshole bothered him. He’d have to get used to that shit if we got famous because people said all sorts of fucked up things about celebrities.
Zen took True’s spot on the other side of the bed and caught my eye. His expression looked resigned, as if he was willing to fuck Kayla if he had to to get her to back off Jericho. And I knew he’d only do it if I did it, too. We hadn’t shared a girl yet, mostly because I didn’t fuck girls anymore, but we’d talked about it, and he was into the idea. The problem was I had exactly zero interest in fucking Kayla.
“What do you want?” I repeated, turning my attention back to the girl huddled at the head of the bed.
“As much as I’m realizing how much you guys are terrible people, I still love your music. I’ve been to every show, and I don’t want to lose that from my life. As long as you’re in the band, I want free tic
kets and backstage passes whenever I want.” She lifted her chin, daring us to tell her no. I glanced at Zen, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.
“So we’re clear, you want concert tickets and backstage passes for our shows, and if we agree, you won’t tell anyone about tonight? Including friends, siblings, parents, strangers, and especially the cops?” I needed to be crystal fucking clear with the terms of this little arrangement.
“Wait.” Zen pulled out his phone, repeating my last statement after hitting record. “Say your full name and then your response.”
“Kayla Jane Whitfield, and yes, if you give me what we agreed on, I agree to never speak about what happened tonight again.”
I held out my hand, and she shook it while Zen pocketed his phone. “Can I go now?” Kayla moved to get off of the bed and stumbled on her shaky legs. I reached out to steady her, but she shoved past me. “I’m fine.”
She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. “Fuck. That could’ve gone so much worse,” Zen noted, undoing the tie from the bedpost.
“Christ. That was too fucking close,” I agreed, smoothing out the blanket. “Here.” I tossed him the other two ties I’d removed, and he grabbed the fourth before putting them in the closet.
I looked around the room. “Make sure nothing of Jericho’s is still in here.” We searched the room, but our friend hadn’t left anything behind.
When we reached the living room, Zen squeezed my shoulders. “I need a fucking drink.”
“Same,” I confessed, as he passed me a beer. “I’m going to find Jericho.”
“I’ll deal with True.” Zen raised his beer to me before he pushed through the crowd in search of our other friend.
The front door squeaked on its hinges as I shoved it open. The porch light was burnt out, so the front yard was dark. Despite being in the city, I could almost make out a couple of stars in the sky. Considering the amount of people inside, the front yard was empty except for one person sitting on the curb at the edge of the yard. I sauntered up and dropped down beside him, offering him my beer.
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