An Unholy Trinity (The Devil's Children Book 2)

by C. Tyler

  And I’ll be damned if I let a bitch like Macy threaten that more than she already has. If she felt love for Chas, or love for those kids, then it’d be completely different. But she doesn’t. She’s greedy. She only wants him and her kids because of what they can give her, and to me, that makes her something far beyond despicable. She deserves no protection or respect.

  ****

  It’s about eleven o’clock at night, and Spencer and I are watching TV again. He laughed for a good few minutes when I told him I ran into Macy on my walk. I think, at first, he knew he should be annoyed I’d interfered, but he wasn’t. Hell, he told me he wished he could’ve done something, too.

  As another commercial comes across the screen, there’s a knock at the door. Spence and I share a sideways glance before he stands and answers it. I can easily see Chas even with Spencer in the doorway, and it makes me smile.

  “Hey, man,” Spencer says, hugging his friend before opening the door wide. “So, what brings you here?”

  There’s a knowing tone to Spencer’s question, but I can’t tell if Chas hears it or not. Instead, his eyes find me, and they remain locked. I try to keep my expression innocent. Chances are pretty high Macy told him about our interaction earlier in the day and I don’t know if he’ll be angry I interfered or not, so I just wait. There’s a distinct chance he’ll be a little mad, especially since I got so physical with her.

  But as he looms over me, staring blankly for what feels like an eternity, a small grin begins to curl the corner of his lips. His beard pulls up as his smile grows, and he lets out a chuckle. He knows what I did, and he’s not mad.

  “You still got that bottle of whiskey?” he asks Spencer over his shoulder while his grin remains.

  “Sure, man. Why? Celebrating something?”

  He laughs gruffly again and shakes his head at Spencer’s teasing. “Just get the fucking whiskey.”

  Spencer’s usual smile is back as he walks into the kitchen, giving Chas a pat on the shoulder in passing. As he looks for the liquor, Chas’s attention returns to me. I’m still on the couch, staring up at him.

  He steps around the coffee table and plops down beside me, jostling me from side to side as a result. He looks over, letting his eyes dance across my face for a moment before leaning over. Chas kisses me sweetly, and I gladly return the affection, swooning again when I do.

  The kiss is brief, but still loving and tender like they always are. When we draw back from one another, he places another gentle peck on my forehead.

  “Thank you,” he says reverently.

  “Any time,” I reply, meaning every word.

  Spencer returns shortly after with a half-filled bottle of whiskey and three shot glasses.

  What follows is the three of us getting progressively drunk, celebrating Chas being released from the harpy’s claws. Apparently, I scared her pretty damn bad. Good.

  A cheesy horror movie comes on, and we all gladly boo and throw the popcorn I made at the screen every time one of the main characters does something stupid. And given the movie’s on cable, we’ve decided to take a shot every time some chick’s tits pop out.

  We drink a lot of shots.

  Eventually, the three of us head to bed. I don’t know about them, but I am just tired. The whiskey didn’t help.

  We climb into bed together: Spence on the right, Chas on the left, and me in the middle where I belong. It’s the first time we’ve shared a bed in the weeks since Chas was released from prison.

  This is how it’s meant to be.

  ****

  I’m sleeping on my side, and the sensation of being touched rouses me. I feel gentle pressure on my thigh, just beneath my hip. My skin’s being massaged, and it’s soft at first, just enough to wake me.

  I take a deep breath and slowly but surely come back to the world. As I do, I feel my leg being lifted and comply, propping my foot against the mattress with my knee bent. Thick, strong and hard-worked fingers slide between my thighs and immediately along my folds. A soft gasp leaves me.

  The mattress behind me shifts, and I feel Chas press up against me. He adjusts us both until he can wrap his free arm around my body, pulling me to him tightly while his other hand works between my thighs. I’d gone to bed in an oversized Devils’-brand t-shirt and nothing else. Because of that, Chas has free rein and I’m reaping the benefits.

  “What are you doing?” I ask breathily while he applies the perfect pressure to me.

  “Making you squirm,” he rasps in my ear.

  And he is. As I grow more and more excited, my hips begin to move on reflex. They grind against him, hardening his cock even more than it already is. Neither of us cares that Spencer’s sleeping only a foot from me because things like this aren’t unheard of. More than once in the past I’ve been awakened by one of them touching me and through whatever we’re doing, the other wakes, too, and joins in. It might seem strange to people on the outside—and hell, I’m sure it is—but that’s how we are. We’re so consumed with lust and love for one another that it simply happens.

  I reach behind me and thread my fingers through Chas’s hair, cradling him close as he fingers me with intent. I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, chewing on it softly while he gets me more and more aroused. Chas isn’t giving me enough attention for me to come, but more than enough to enjoy it.

  He nips at my neck, kisses my exposed skin softly, and wraps his massive hand around my breast, squeezing it firmly when he does. I’m overrun with him, and I know that’s the point.

  But Chas is only content to linger for a few moments. When his fingers glide easily along my folds, he nips at my earlobe.

  “I want to taste you,” he growls deeply.

  My heart flutters in a wonderful way, and without waiting for me to speak—he knows I’d agree anyway—Chas pulls away. He rolls me onto my back and shoves the thick comforter out of the way as he crawls down my body. Chas pushes my shirt up as he does, kissing my skin as he lowers himself.

  No sooner does he guide my legs over his shoulders than Chas buries his face between my thighs. I let out a strangled moan. While I’m not worried about waking Spencer or him discovering what’s happening, I think part of my brain wants to be considerate of the fact that he’s sleeping.

  My breaths turn heavy and labored as Chas’s tongue spears my channel and presses against my clit. I plow my fingers through his loose hair and hold tight while he devours me.

  He’s so tender and loving when he touches me, but skilled. Everything Chas does, every flick of his tongue, every tense of his hands—it all holds intent. He takes his time and builds up to the finale while Spencer is more abrupt and to the point. They both leave me breathless, though, completely satiated and filled with the feeling of being loved.

  I suddenly whimper when he sucks my sensitive bud between his lips and my body tenses.

  “Like that,” I gasp. He intensifies the action, and I feel myself pushed towards the end.

  My body starts to vibrate, and his fingers dig into my thighs as he works his magic. Within seconds, my breathing turns shallow, and I know I’m about to come. Sensing the same, Chas happily pushes me over the edge.

  Every nerve flexes with pleasure as my orgasm crashes through me. My thighs clench around his head and my grip tightens in his hair causing him to growl, but he doesn’t stop. Chas still continues to trace small circles over my clit while I tremble around him.

  Gradually, the world returns to me, and when I relax, he sits up. I stare at him through slated, hooded eyes, while he looks back with the most intense frustration I think I’ve ever seen. I’m not surprised. His dick is straining, likely painfully, against his boxers. I want him to fuck me, and he wants the same. But I have an idea, too.

  I glance to my side and see that, somehow, Spencer is still asleep. I swear the man could sleep through the apocalypse if he chose.

  I sit up and take off my shirt, tossing it over the edge of the bed. On my knees, I give Spencer my attention, pulling the b
lanket the rest of the way off his body. Since he tends to sleep on his back, what I want is easily accessible. The thought of what I’m about to do sends a glorious shudder of excitement down my spine.

  The outline of Spencer’s dick is easily visible beneath the thin fabric of his cotton pajama pants and draws my eye quickly. As gently as I can, just so he won’t immediately wake, I pull him free. Still on my hands and knees horizontally across the bed, I run the flat of my tongue up his shaft. Chas sees what I’m doing and knows that my ass is presented just for him, so he takes advantage.

  Chas takes his place behind me, but before I can proceed with Spencer, Chas pulls me up onto my knees. I’m more than a little confused, until I feel his hands run up my back. My stomach tingles with nerves. I’d forgotten about those, about the scars he still hasn’t seen.

  Without a word, I feel him shift and press his lips to my skin. I sigh on reflex as he sweetly caresses my body, placing loving affection over my marred flesh. For a moment or two, he seems to give each of the marks attention before sliding a hand between my thighs. Just as sweetly as he’s been kissing me, he strokes my clit. He wants me to feel his love and adoration, and I do.

  Eventually, he lets me lean forward again, allowing me to return to what I was planning with Spencer. And the moment I take Spencer into my mouth completely, Chas slides inside me. I moan deeply at the feeling and send the vibrations radiating through the sleeping man. He begins to stir as Chas pushes his dick slowly into my depths. I strengthen my efforts to pull Spencer into the real world with us.

  He lets out a groan-mixed-sigh and twists beneath me, stretching as his brain wakes. Now that he’s close to consciousness, I start to suck harder than before. The groan that echoes in his throat when I do is much deeper than before, more powerful.

  My head bobs on his dick while Chas fucks me with deep, measured strokes. He doesn’t want to get too over the top while I’m sucking a half-sleeping Spencer. But out of my peripheral vision, I can tell he’s almost fully aware. Turning my head just enough to look up at him, I see a beautiful combination of sleep, confusion, and joy spread across Spencer’s face. The last soon becomes the primary emotion.

  “Fuck,” he sighs on a breath, falling back onto the mattress and reaching for me. Spencer grasps my hair, holding my loose ponytail tightly while I work on him.

  For a few minutes, we remain relatively relaxed in our actions. Chas still fucks me slowly while I suck Spencer half-heartedly, but again Chas seems to be the one to change our rhythm. When he reaches around my body and strums my still-sensitive mound, I buck and moan around Spencer. His fingers clench in my hair to show his delight in the vibrations, but my mind is suddenly divided, and the longer Chas strokes me, the less coherent I become. Soon, I have no choice but to pull Spencer from my mouth completely.

  I press my cheek against his stomach and attempt to stroke him with power, but Chas knows how to touch me, and poor little Spencer is suffering for it. He growls his frustration and lifts his head to look down at me. I meet his stare.

  Spencer pulls my hair and forces not only a delicious ripple of pleasure down my body, but my back to arch just a bit, ensuring Chas can go even deeper. He sits up just enough for me to see his agitation.

  “I fuckin’ tell you to stop?” he growls in a voice twisted by longing. He knows how much I love it when he acts like this, so he plays his part perfectly.

  My response is nonverbal, but I think it gets my point across beautifully.

  Spencer growls angrily when I bite into his hip just a little more viciously than was necessary. I know how to hurt him just right.

  “That’s how you want it?” he asks. I don’t bother replying and simply smile wickedly at him while Chas continues to fuck me. “Okay. Then that’s how it’s gonna be.”

  Spencer suddenly rolls off the bed. I notice him shoot Chas a glance, and I guess a conversation passes between them, because they suddenly work in unison.

  Standing now, Spencer grabs my arms and pulls them out from under me while Chas withdraws and helps him flip me onto my back. Hooking his hands beneath my arms, Spencer yanks me to the edge of the bed, ensuring my head’s hanging off. Chas doesn’t miss a beat and climbs onto the mattress. He takes my hips in his hands and brings me into his lap. He slides back into me easily, and I moan when he does but force myself to look up at Spencer.

  He’s staring down his nose at me, gently stroking his dick while undeniable mischief reflects back at me through his clouded blue eyes.

  “Open up,” he demands in the voice I’ve loved for years.

  And I oblige, opening my mouth because I know he wants to use it. A sinister smirk takes his lips as he guides himself in, and a relieved sigh follows.

  My boys begin to move slowly at first, gradually finding a rhythm that’ll suit us all and keep from hurting me. Cradling my jaw in his massive, hard-worked hands, Spencer languidly thrusts forward. He’s preparing me as much as his frustrated mind will allow. That’s fine. I know what’s coming.

  Within minutes, the two play off one another’s actions perfectly, and I’m left reaping the benefits of it. My body bounces between them, jostling back and forth as they each drive into me from opposite ends.

  Spencer reaches forward and squeezes my breasts a little roughly, pinching my nipples as he continues to fuck my mouth, sending shocks of desire through my body. It all makes my spine shudder, and the pleasure of it is only added to when I feel Chas’s thumb graze my still-sensitive clit. I moan deeply as he caresses me, sending vibrations through Spencer’s body, causing him to groan.

  “Shit,” he sighs, leaning forward and planting a hand against the bed. His pace increases. “That’s it, baby.”

  I suck harder than before while Spencer repeatedly thrusts into my mouth, driving his dick further down my throat with each pass. It takes him a moment to go all the way down, but soon he manages. He knows I can take it all, so he gives it to me.

  “Just like that,” he snarls.

  His pace is increasing, and I know he has to be close. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his hips and dig my nails fiercely into his skin. He growls when I do.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

  His words cut out when I suck even harder, and that seems to be all it takes for him to finally come. Spencer growls as he spills himself down my throat. I take everything he gives without a hint of protest until he eventually pulls back from me completely. With my mouth finally free, I can let Chas hear just how he’s affecting me.

  Grasping his hands tightly to steady myself, I let myself be engrossed in what he’s doing. It won’t take long.

  “Harder,” I mewl, and he complies.

  Chas thrusts into me harsher than before. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and his deep, guttural grunts fills my ears. I’m swimming.

  Spencer appears in my peripheral vision, but I can’t focus on him. I’m so close.

  Chas wraps his massive paws around my hips and proceeds to fuck me as hard as he can, filling me to the hilt while Spencer begins to rub my clit. He leans forward and tenderly sucks my nipple into his mouth, licking and nipping at it while he rubs me and Chas fucks me.

  “Oh God,” I whimper. They’re both giving me the perfect amount of attention, playing with me just like I like, and it’s all I need to finally succumb to my second orgasm in minutes.

  I cry out loudly as I come, shaking as my body explodes. Every muscle tenses and spasms. This is the first time I’ve had both of my boys in years, and my body isn’t certain how to react.

  Trembling and growing limp, I vaguely hear Chas come a moment later. He plunges into my depths and with a roar, spills himself inside me. He holds me close, pinning me against his hips as his breathing slowly returns to normal.

  Eventually, I open my eyes and see them both staring back at me with weak, but happy smirks. This is how it’s supposed to be—the three of us together, forever.

  I motion for Spencer to come closer and he does, letting me give him a deep
kiss he returns in kind. When he draws back, I curl my finger at Chas, beckoning him to me, too. With a grin, he leans forward, pinning me to the bed beneath his enormous frame and kisses me.

  This is only the first round in what will likely be the best morning of my life.

  I love these two, more than words can describe, and now we’re complete again. This is where Chas belongs, with Spencer and me.

  And because of that, I meant what I said. I meant it when I told Macy I’d kill her, because I will. She broke Chas—she hurt my best friend, my brother, and lover. She made him disappear into his depression, and no one gets to do that. I’ll defend him—and Spencer—viciously and savagely because I know they’d do the same for me. Hell, Spencer and the club already have. He told me what they did to Travis.

  So, I will always be there for him, to protect Chas from himself because he’s too good a guy to realize when someone like Macy is taking advantage of him. He might be on the ball with everything else, but Chas is blind when it comes to family.

  That’s what the three of us do: we protect each other from ourselves. We defend one another because in the end, that’s all we have. It’s us versus them.

  We are the future kings and queen of the Devil’s Sons, and no one will come between us.

  Epilogue

  Chas

  I’m in the middle of fastening a belt in place on a Harley Davidson Dual Glide (a fucking beautiful piece of machinery if I’ve ever seen one) when I hear my name being called in the background. Drawing back, I can see a Prospect heading out of the bar.

  “Yo, Chas!” he yells again, doing his best to make sure I can hear him over the commotion in the bays.

  “Yeah?” I call back, stepping away from the bike and approaching him.

  He holds up an envelope. “This came for you in the mail, man.”

  My heart starts racing as I stare at the innocuous piece of paper. I already know what it is before I take it from him. Seeing the company name across the front just confirms it.

  “Thanks,” I offer in a mumble.