“Last time I checked, it’s not illegal to bang a married woman,” Gringo is fucking moping.
“What the hell, Gringo, was her cunt that damn magical? Did it spit out gold coins or some shit like that?” I laugh at him.
“Shut up, asshole.”
I shake my head, still chuckling. “Are you falling for her, dude?”
“That has nothing to do with it. You know we’ve always done what we want, when we want, however we want, as long as we kept it on the down low and no one got hurt. This is letting other people control us,” he answers tightly.
“No, brother, it’s just not doing those things with other people’s property. And Sasha is another man’s property. Just like the other women.”
He knows I’m right. And he’s not happy about it.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Gringo grumbles.
“You got that right, bro,” Bull adds to Gringo’s complaints.
After a moment, Gringo steps back, his body relaxing as acceptance sets in. Snake visibly untightens as he moves to settle back on the couch.
“So it’s settled. No more playing with married women, no matter how much we like them, or who they are,” Snake concludes.
Bull and Gringo mumble something unintelligibly, clearly pissed they’re new favorite toy is being taken away.
“No coffee this morning, Rock, you selfish prick? You just bring back one for yourself?” Snake asks.
Aw, fuck, so much for the Housewife Ho distraction.
“First of all, Summer was not happy when Sasha walked in with me, her looking all freshly fucked and satisfied,” I begin.
“Satisfied she was,” Gringo laughs. It doesn’t sound happy, but nervous, like he’s trying to hide something.
I watch him as he and Bull exchange comments about orgasms and holes and bodily fluids. There’s something there besides a lay. If there wasn’t, he’d have been fine and moved on to the next one without a second thought.
He likes her. How the hell could that have happened with just a couple of hours of fucking her with his two friends? It’s not like they had time to talk and get to know each other.
“Alright, I can understand that. She spends the night with you bumping uglies and you walk in the next day with another woman who has a dick sucking grin on her face. What’s the other reason?” Snake asks.
Steve. The little puckered twat.
What is it about the little shit that rubs me the wrong way? With our history and other interests, bad feelings and suspicions are critical.
“Do you remember the first time I went over there and I told you I had to put this little douchebag in his place?”
Snake nods his head. “Yeah, I remember.”
“He came in when I was behind the counter talking to Summer just now.”
“Was he a dick about it?” Snake asks.
“Yeah, he was. But there was something else…,” and I’ll be damned if I can put my finger on it.
“Did he say something?” Snake questions.
What the fuck was it that he said?
“Yeah, he said something. He said, ‘Girls like you aren’t friends with guys like him.’”
“That’s not an unusual thing to say, Rock, it’s probably nothing. She’s a nice girl. At least she looks that way,” a sly grin spreads across Snake’s face. “Isn’t she?”
Just like that, Steve the little peckered twat is pushed aside and the only thing in my mind and flowing through my body is Summer.
Bull and Gringo are now listening to Snake and me. They’re waiting for me to answer his question, staring at me quietly and expectantly.
“Yes, she’s a nice girl,” I snap.
He quirks an eyebrow and looks at me like, Don’t try and give me that shit.
“She is a good girl.” I can’t look any of them in the eye.
Not with the filthy things I’m thinking about Summer. Remembering her telling me to treat her like my whore.
She fucking slayed me.
“I know she’s a good girl. It doesn’t mean good girls don’t like to get freaky. What makes them good is that they’re particular who they get freaky with. And I bet Tinker Bell likes to get freaky, doesn’t she, Rock.” Snake states slowly.
I steal a glance at him and grit my teeth.
You can hear a fucking pin drop in here as quiet as the guys are, waiting for me to respond. Anything. Deny it. Shout at them. Tell them to shut the fuck up. Anything at all.
But I can’t.
I can’t deny it. We did get freaky. We could have gotten a lot more freaky.
What they want to know is do I think she’d be open to getting freaky with them.
“Do you think she wants to come around, Rock?” Snake puts the question out there on the fucking table as diplomatically as he possibly can.
Diplomatic or not, he just asked if I think Summer wants us all.
To fuck her.
Together.
I can’t fucking answer him.
Do I say yes, because I think she does? To be honest, I think she’d be open to the idea, she said she wasn’t scared. I didn’t have the balls to come right out and ask her. Because I like her, I really like her. I like her even more because she’s a freak. And that pushes all my freak buttons at once. Even my normal ones, the ones that want to pick her up and take her out to dinner, the ones that want to rub her feet after a long day, the ones that want to wash her hair. They all want to hold her and kiss her, while the others want to watch her swallow Gringo’s cock as I’m thrusting into her, listen to her moans and sighs while I watch Bull feast on her, and fuck if I’m not a twisted son-of-a-bitch, but I want to fuck her sweet, sweet pussy, my pussy, as Snake fills her ass.
I’m not ready for that.
I need to claim it first, claim her first. Completely. My dick is going to be the first to push into her tight ass.
She surprised the hell out of me. I’d been so wrong about her. Everything I said to her, every filthy thing I told her to do, she wanted more. I gave it to her, again and again. And she still came back for more. She knew all along, right from that very first day all the guys went into her shop what we did. Even then, it intrigued her.
But do I think she really wants to come around the shop? Around the guys?
Do I think she’d be open to all of us having her?
Yes.
Do I want her to?
Didn’t I claim her at the beginning to keep her from exactly that?
I did.
That was before, when I thought she’d be scared.
Now things are different.
The fact of the matter is, she’s mine.
Mine?
Yeah, goddamn it, she’s mine. Even if I want to share her, even if I allow other men to touch her, kiss her, caress her, and yes, even fuck her. It fuels a warped sense of possessiveness within me. It is because she’s mine that I let them touch her, tease her, pleasure her. I control it. Yes, I feel jealousy at the thought but that’s part of the raging fire as well.
Because when I let Snake, Bull, and Gringo share Summer, it will be using her to drown her in so much fucking ecstasy, more than she ever thought possible. It’ll be worshipping her, pleasuring her, making her come so many times, she’ll almost lose her mind.
What do I answer him? They’re all waiting for it, waiting for me to say something.
The fact of the matter is as much I think she does, I’m not sure.
“Fuck if I know,” I growl.
“I see,” Snake replies smoothly.
Bull slaps his thigh. “I knew it, I fucking knew it, hah!”
Gringo just grins.
“Shut up, Bull. It doesn’t change anything; I still call hands off. And her being at my house last night had nothing to do with you, or this stupid bet you think we have, because we don’t. It’s because she was hurt and I brought her there to take care of her. What happened, happened because we let it.”
“It don’t make a difference, Rock. If she wants all of us, you
can’t stop it. If you try, and that’s what she wants, you’re going to lose her, and she’s gonna have us anyway, just without you,” Bull’s fucking beaming.
I hate it when he’s right.
That’s not what I’m afraid of.
“I’m not going to stop her from having what she wants. What I am going to do,” and I glare at my perverted friends, each of them as perverted as I am, “is be right next her, guide her, and take her every step of the way. Whichever way she wants to go.”
“Sounds fair,” Snake says.
“Alright,” Bull mumbles.
Gringo nods his head in agreement.
I breathe a little sigh of relief. Not because I held the dogs at bay for a while. No.
Because I’m setting up an opportunity to get what I want on my terms.
Because I think what I want is exactly what my sweet little Summer wants too.
Summer
CHAPTER 16
After checking the back door for the third time to make sure it’s secure, (yes, I know I’m OCD, but it’s for very good reasons, sue me), I make my way to the front of the shop to get my things to leave. I’m pooped, it’s been a rollercoaster forty-eight hours. This time last night I was being carried out of here by Mr. TD&I, little did I know at the time he was going to wake-up my freak, the kinky goddess I had no idea I had. I had a feeling he was a freak man, the kind that made my mouth water and my body tremble anywhere and anytime, all I had to do was think of him, remember the things he’d told me, and I was breathing hard and ready to drop to my knees and do anything he commanded. Right now, I wouldn’t mind a little encore of some of that just sex, that wonderfully dirty, say-filthy-things-to-me sex.
Especially after that confrontation with Steve. I tremble just thinking about it, but force myself not to.
I could use a distraction, something to help me forget it.
He did ask me to come over to his shop so we can talk.
I worry my lip debating; do I go? I was so mad when I saw Rock come in with Sasha. I mean, how could he be with someone else when not hours before we’d been swapping bodily fluids. But he captured me, and how he captured me, and put all of my fears to rest.
Then I remember the other guys, Bull, Snake and Gringo. And the things Sasha said they all do.
Together.
Over there.
And how much she loved it.
All of her friends said they were going to get some of that and they asked me if I’ve ever been.
No, I’d never been over there. Sasha has and they said they’re all going. Do I want to?
Rock asked me if it scared me. If the idea of all of them together scared me.
Having sex.
Fucking.
A gang bang.
It did scare me. But in a palm sweating, heart pounding, breath catching, nipple puckering kind of way.
There’d been no one since I ran away from The Club and my dad, the self-proclaimed king there. Even then, it’d been with the men my father chose for me, the ones he wanted. I hated it, I hated it so much. It disgusted and revolted me, made me feel filthy straight to my soul. Since I left I’d been too busy running and hiding and creating a new life for myself. That, and I’d been terrified to let anyone close. It’s a small world and my father is a very powerful man.
But on a day just like any other in the middle of the same old routine, Rock exploded into my life like a Na Palm bomb obliterating anything that stood in his way. The tremors shook me awake and refused to let me go back to sleep, demanding that I sample a little bit of living.
Now that I’ve tasted it, I’m starved for everything.
Rock seems like he’d be very happy to oblige me in my quest.
Who am I trying to kid? Rock’s the reason you’re on this mission.
Why is that so enticing? I should be running the other way, not reaching under the counter for my purse and pulling my keys out to lock the front door of my little coffee shop. Then tugging on the door twenty times to make sure it really is locked before walking to the tattoo parlor next door where four inked men reign. Where Rock might be waiting for me.
Rock.
Mr. Tall, Dark & Inked. The filthiest man I’ve ever met who sets my blood boiling and my whole body quivering. Rock, the man who transforms me from the careful and cautious and independent girl I’ve tried very hard to become, to the girl who asked to be treated like a whore. His whore. To do very bad, very dirty things.
What is wrong with me?
My heart is trying to catapult its way out of my chest as I open the door to the classiest tattoo shop I’ve ever seen, (not that I’ve ever been inside any before, but it’s beautiful). The upscale design is the first thing I notice, with sleek black leather, chrome, and glass in the seating area at the front. The next thing that hits me is the metal music, pulse pounding, not head banging, metal music, that’s all synthesizers and electronics. There’s an energy humming through the air in here. It’s riding on skin and art and flesh and bodies.
Sex.
Lust.
Power.
Abandon.
All of it is infused into the very air like the nails and the outlets in the walls, all very real and very pungent.
No one is at the front desk and the front waiting area is empty, so I step inside and scan the large open room. Bull and Gringo are working on clients at their respective work areas, Snake is walking toward the front to meet whomever came into the shop.
Me.
My heart pounds a little more when he gives me the most genuine smile I’ve seen on him yet, all white even teeth and platinum blonde hair.
“Summer, wow, what a nice surprise.”
This man could be lethal, he’s like a shot of tequila and cocaine, he’ll get you drunk, pumped, and horny before you even realize if you’re not careful.
“Hey,” I’m blushing, why am I blushing? I never blush when he comes in my shop. His smile gets a little cockier. I lower my gaze so he’s not holding me hostage with his piercing blue eyes. The kind of eyes that’ll blind you under interrogation and force you to reveal every single one of your secrets. I clear my throat and mutter softly, “Is Rock around? He asked me to come over.”
Another flash of heat explodes across my entire my body.
Oh God, what if Snake thinks Rock asked me to come over to have sex with all of them right now? And I did, ran right over after our sexathon last night, and their orgy with Queen Wifezilla. Should I say I’m not here for that? Blurt it right out? And what if they were going to offer me their, ahem, services, but I turn them down before they even do, I might ruin an opportunity and might not get it again. Aaaaak! I shouldn’t have come.
I must have an expression of sheer panic on my face because Snake slides his arm around my shoulders, and dips his head close to mine. He whispers, “It’s okay, Tinkerbell, we got you, don’t worry. I’ll take you to Rock.”
As intimidating as Snake looks, covered from his throat probably down to his feet in tats, that’s how genuine he is. There’s a calmness to him that instantly soothes you and puts you at ease. I feel myself relaxing against him. Although, the nickname he called me did not go unnoticed.
As he leads me to a closed door at the back of the shop, I ask, “Tinkerbell?”
He laughs. “Uh oh, you didn’t know about that, did you? That’s what Rock called you before he met you.”
He thought about me? Enough to give me a nickname before we met?
My stomach does a flip-flop, that’s got to be one of the sweetest things I’ve heard.
“Well, look who it is, hello little darlin’,” Bull smiles at me. Not leers, not looks at me like he wants to eat the flesh off my bones, but smiles.
“Summer, good of you to come by and see us, we’ll give you a tour when we’re done,” Gringo looks up from his client grinning at me as well.
“Come on, Rock’s in his office on the phone,” Snakes got his hand on the doorknob ready to push the closed door open.
I freeze. “No, he’s busy, just tell him I came by,”
Snake turns the knob and opens the door, I hear Rock’s voice inside. “Are you crazy? He’d kick my ass if I let you leave now that you’re here,” he coaxes me in with his arm around my shoulders. “Get in there. If you don’t, he’d only go after you.” His smile turns mischievous, “Maybe we should let him, what do you think, Tinkerbell? You up for a little game?”
As wonderfully tempting as that sounds, my mind is immediately filled with images of me running from Rock and he catches me, rips the clothes from my body, spanks my ass until it’s flaming, then fucks me hard for punishment, I opt for silently stepping into Rock’s office regardless of how appealing that is.
“Chicken,” Snake whispers into my ear with a grin before leaving and closing the door, the room decorated in the same chic style of black, metal, and glass. I chuckle before turning my attention to the man behind the desk.
Snake is lightness and silver, Rock is dark and pure gold. Hair so black it’s blue like a raven’s feathers, and shiny, so shiny it looks wet, his eyes so dark you lose yourself in them, and he’s so intense, he melts you until he has complete command over you.
I’m not going to tell him about Steve. It really is no concern of his. Why should I? Steve’s my customer, my problem.
My body responds to him just by being in his presence, my skin tingles, my hands feel the ghost of his skin on them, my tongue tastes all of his flavors coming to life on it. His eyes are glued on me, penetrating and riveting. I step slowly to the desk and begin to sit in the chair across from him, but he shakes his head ‘No’.
“This is the first I’m hearing about this, why are we being called?” he hits a button on the phone on his desk. With his eyes boring into me, he states roughly, “Strip, then get on my desk, I want everything right in my face, princess.”
Filthy.
Filthy.
Filthy.
I place my purse on the vacant chair, then begin to slowly peel the clothes from my body, me never taking my eyes from him, him eating me alive with every inch of bare flesh I reveal. By the time I step out of my thong and place my bra on top of the pile of clothes on my purse, Rock looks like a feral beast in a cage sitting in his big executive chair and I’m a panting sex organ. On bare feet, I silently pad to the space he’s made for me between him and the desk, the receiver still pressed to his ear. Whomever he’s talking to sure does have a lot to say.
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