Snatch: Cerberus MC Book 5

by Marie James

  “Shut the fuck up,” I say with a clap on his back. “Your parents are still together.”

  “And my dad fishes every chance he gets,” he says with a rueful smile.

  “We about ready to head out?” Snatch’s voice makes me flinch. I didn’t even realize he’d made it across the room, and usually, I’m all too aware of his proximity to me.

  “Wheels up in sixty,” Shadow mutters before disappearing through the heavy wooden door leading back to Jones’ office.

  “Hey, man.” I feel the jab to my shoulder just as the words leave Snatch’s mouth.

  I turn, planning to give him my full attention but the dark haired beauty beside him garners it all.

  “I’m Darby,” she says holding her hand out to me.

  I clasp it and immediately bring it to my mouth.

  “Itchy,” I offer, knowing my beard abrades her skin and loving the feel of her shiver from the contact.

  “Snatch tells me we’re going to have some fun later.” Brazen little thing.

  My eyes find my best friend’s shining bright with anticipation. He waggles his eyebrows, and I can tell he’s even more excited than he was in Tampa. It brings an honest smile to my face as my blood hums with the prospect of spending a few hours with him and Darby.

  “We can’t get home soon enough,” I whisper and offer the crook of my arm. She takes it and slides her arm into Snatch’s as well. We walk out of the FBI, Las Vegas division as one unit.

  ***

  The plane ride back to New Mexico is a stressful exercise in sexual control. I count no less than a half dozen times seeing Snatch adjust his hard-on in his jeans at Darby’s whispers in his ear. I know exactly what he’s struggling with. She’s sandwiched between the two of us, one of her wandering hands on each of our thighs.

  “We can get started here, can’t we?” she whispers in my ear reaching for my zipper.

  “Fuck, I wish,” Snatch growls from two seats over.

  I stop her hand from pulling my throbbing cock from my jeans as I look across the private plane toward Bryan and Aviana. He gives me a quick grin and an amused shake of his head, but then quickly turns his attention back to the sleeping girl in his lap.

  “Probably not the best place,” I chide but ease the rejection with a soft kiss to her fingertips.

  If it were only the three of us, she would’ve been pinned to the floor with two holes filled and fingers in her mouth. Hell, even with the other guys with us that would’ve been a real possibility, but Bryan and Aviana are wild cards, and I have enough respect for them to keep my clothes on, even if my cock doesn’t agree.

  The pretty pout of her lips has me questioning my decision, but Snatch whispers something in her ear. I watch her nod at his words, lay her head on his shoulder, and close her eyes.

  He looks over the top of her head and gives me a wink. That simple gesture, filled with sexual intent for only her, makes my mind race. Having desired him for so long, my mind makes plans, imagining fantasies that will never come to fruition. My cock is straining in my jeans, leaking from the tip in anticipation by the time we make it to the clubhouse.

  “Wow,” Darby and Aviana both whisper as they make it inside.

  Club members are spread out everywhere, our club girls half, if not fully nude, give cheers when we all make it inside. Darby is in awe, but Aviana’s look is one of pure shock. I commend myself internally for keeping it PG on the plane. Both Shadow and Kincaid speak with Bryan before they make a quick retreat to their rooms.

  “What do you think?” I ask, leaning close enough to Darby’s ear that my beard touches her chin.

  Her grin spreads wide as she takes in the scene. I try to see, with new eyes, the scene in front of us. Members, all in cuts, surrounded by eager women. Even Snapper keeps her eyes on us as she leans down and swipes her tongue over the tip of Snake’s exposed cock.

  I notice her attention has paused on the sight.

  “I’m told she eats pussy better than Itchy,” Snatch says in a low grumble. I side eye him. “And I’ve seen Itchy make a girl come in under a minute with his oral skills.”

  “Oh God,” she pants, longing in her tone. “Will she join us tonight?”

  “No, gorgeous,” I say. “But soon, if that’s what you want.”

  She nods almost violently at the prospect. “Yes, please.”

  Snatch chuckles reaching for her hand and dragging her further into the room. “Drink?”

  She assents with a quick dip of her head but never pulls her eyes from the red superstar who’s deep throating across the room. Snatch lines up at least ten shot glasses on the small bar top and overfills them with tequila.

  “She’s pretty,” she praises.

  “You’re prettier,” I counter, but turn my eyes to the public sex that’s got her rapt attention.

  I see Snake bite his lip as his fingers tangle in Snapper’s red hair, but it’s the way he’s eyeing Darby that makes the unfamiliar possessiveness strum just below my skin.

  In a proprietary move, I wrap my arm around her shoulder, finding Snatch has just done the same thing, his eyes hot on the other MC member. Snake smirks and raises his hands in defeat, finally lowering his eyes back down to Snapper as he groans loud enough to pull even more attention from around the room. Darby jumps slightly when some of the other guys and the girls whose mouths aren’t full cheer at his release.

  “You want him?” Snatch asks as we all watch Snake lean back on the couch so Snapper can clean him up with her mouth.

  She bites her lip. “I want her.”

  “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I tell her as Snatch pulls away to line up more shots.

  The tequila eases the tension in my shoulders that built up on the plane ride over but does nothing to calm the sexual need rushing to my cock.

  “You want to stay and watch or head to the back?” I finally ask after downing the additional shots Snatch shoved into my hands.

  “Let’s head back,” she answers. “I’m ready to play.”

  Chapter 6

  Snatch

  My body is tingling all over, part from the need to sink into Darby’s pussy and part from the tequila we downed in record time.

  Once in Itchy’s room, we’re a tangle of arms and mouths. Mentioning the skill of his mouth was my offering to Itchy. We’ve been doing this long enough to use mere context clues to hash out our plans before the women even agree to the action.

  He works on getting her lower half naked as I pull her sweatshirt and tank top over her head. The unbelievable tits I’d seen hours ago at the hotel are now fully exposed. Unable to resist a minute longer, my head lowers, mouth wrapping around one nipple. Normally off-putting, the salty twang from the cocaine that asshole was snorting off her tits, only serves to make my cock harder.

  Itchy, in control of everything from the waist down, guides her until she’s walking toward the bed. At the edge, we stop because no clothing is going to be involved tonight. I feel her shift as her pants are pulled down, shoes are removed, and she’s stepping out one leg at a time, my mouth never leaving her body.

  She whimpers, the familiar sound letting me know that Itchy already has his mouth on her pussy. Mine waters, jealous of my best friend. I’m hoping the offering, that first sweet taste of a new pussy, the one thing we argue most over when negotiating, is enough to pull him from whatever has caused his recent shitty mood.

  As promised, Darby is trembling in my arms less than a minute later as the first of many orgasms she’s going to have tonight rushes through her body. I hold her up as her knees almost give out, knowing Itchy is nowhere close to being done. The first one is always just the ice breaker before he gets serious.

  “Take me out,” I urge her, and her hands work to get my jeans open and down my tense thighs.

  I watch Itchy as he rises from his knees and gets to work on stripping out of his restrictive clothing. He’s in absolute heaven, beard wet from Darby’s release. My tongue sneaks out, wetting my bottom lip, wishi
ng that slickness was on my own face. I watch his mouth, enthralled as Darby takes me in both hands.

  “Holy shit,” she gasps as I fall heavily into her hands.

  Itchy smiles, just as he always does when a woman gets her hands on me for the very first time. My cock is long, thick, and throbbing in her small, cool hands. My dick is a masterpiece, the slight curve perfect for finding a woman’s G-spot like its only mission in life.

  Itchy grabs her hips, resting his equally magnificent cock against her ass. She startles, jumping an inch at the reminder that he’s in the room. I hear him chuckle before he steps back and positions himself on his back.

  “Up here, gorgeous. I haven’t gotten my fill of that pussy yet.” His voice is husky, filled so full with yearning, it echoes in my dick as she looks from him and back to me, torn between my cock and his mouth.

  “Go on,” I urge with a sharp slap to her ass. “I’m coming too.”

  She scampers on the bed, and Itchy shows her just how he wants her, kneeled down on his mouth facing his cock. I tug off my t-shirt while kicking my boots off. My jeans follow soon after. I pull a strip of condoms from the bedside table and quickly get into position. We’re experts at this, having perfected three-way sex down to a fucking science. I straddle my best friend’s legs, letting my cock hang close to his, the perfect position for her to choose between which one is going in her mouth.

  The moment she whimpers and grinds down on Itchy’s mouth, my hand is on the back of her head, guiding her hot mouth to my cock. This is another part of the rules. If he gets the first lick of her slit; I get the first sweep of her tongue, the very first suck of her mouth. Some guys may argue over which one of us is the luckiest. Itchy always wants his mouth on them first, and most days I would agree that’s the true winner. Today? As Darby sucks me down her throat without so much as an explorative lick to the thick crown, I’d defend my current position as the champion.

  “Goddamn it,” I groan, the anticipation that has been building all night drawing my nuts up tight to my body.

  Itchy chuckles at my exquisite pain, knowing full well what my sudden outburst is from. Darby, mindful of the tension I’m feeling gives me a quick reprieve and moves her mouth to his cock. Hand on the back of her head, I urge her to take him deeper. They hiss in unison, and I feel Itchy’s thighs jump against my legs. When her mouth is on me again, I’m not even bothered that Itchy’s hands are on my legs rather than her body.

  The tingle hits too soon, creeping down my spine long before I’m ready for this to be over. Leaning back, I pull from her mouth with a satisfying slurp. Unaffected, she just moves a few inches lower to take Itchy back down her throat.

  Grabbing a condom from beside me on the mattress, I slide it down my erection as I climb off the bed and walk around, so I’m behind her. They’re too far away to take her standing, so I climb up and straddle Itchy’s head. I watch for a few long minutes while he attacks her with vigor. Her near boneless legs are splayed open so wide Itchy doesn’t even have to extend his neck to reach her hot cunt.

  “Perfect,” I praise as I hook a thumb inside of her.

  “She’s ready,” Itchy says, urging me on before he attacks her clit once more.

  I thrust, slamming into her in one fluid motion. She tries to buck away from my intrusion, but the grip Itchy has on her hips doesn’t allow much forward movement.

  “Fuck, she feels good man.” I swivel my hips, enticing her to push back against me, and giving myself a second to adjust to the grip of her slick heat.

  “Darby, your lips are clinging to him like you never want to let him go,” Itchy says, the warmth of his breath spreading from my sac and cooling her arousal on my cock. It’s unfamiliar, but not altogether unpleasant.

  It borders on sensation overload, and I can’t help but want him to keep talking so I can feel it again. He doesn’t, opting instead to lick and bite her hardened bud until she’s a quivering mess.

  The tip of his nose, covered in her slickness, or his tongue rubs the underside of my cock, and I shudder, feeling more aroused than I have in as long as I can remember. I’m going to blow soon, and I’m grateful Itchy is below, paying her body attention because every nasty thing I whispered to her on the plane is never going to find its way into this room tonight. The end is coming so fast, I know I’m going to be embarrassed and probably catch flak from Itchy once we’re through.

  “Wait,” I grunt, pulling from her and ripping the condom off of my cock. “I need a minute.”

  “No,” Itchy hisses just before the suction of his mouth is engulfing my cock.

  I still immediately, but the buildup is too much, the burn in my nuts too sharp to make him stop now. With a bruising grip, I cling to Darby’s hips and push my cock further down my best friend’s throat. I can’t even question what the fuck is going on or remind myself this has never fucking happened before.

  Darby shifts forward several inches, and I lose the grip on her, but the bed shifts as Itchy begins to reposition himself.

  Unable to resist, I look down and watch him suck my cock with so much enthusiasm my thighs begin to tremble, threatening to give up under my weight. His head is now at the perfect angle as he pushes up on one elbow to gain better access to my straining cock. His long, skilled fingers replace my cock in Darby’s hot pussy. The sight of her fucking herself on and off of them combined with my dick disappearing down Itchy’s throat is the grandest sight I’ve never even had the inclination to imagine before.

  When his eyes roll into the back of his head, I realize Darby never stopped sucking his cock. The rumble in his chest as he comes rolls down my cock and sets off my own orgasm. Relentless bursts of come land on his tongue and chin, coating his beard.

  The warm shiver of possibly the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had covers my entire body, but my eyes never pull from Itchy as he swallows and licks the over-sensitized triangle at the base of my crown. My hips jerk back at the surfeit of sensation, and I shiver again when his head turns as if chasing it, needing more. My lips part, panting breaths escaping my lungs, my eyes locked on the sight of my come wetting his beard. A satisfied smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, lips still swollen from his effort.

  What the fuck did we just do?

  “That was so fucking hot,” Darby pants. It isn’t until I look over at her, seeing her sitting on the bed wiping Itchy’s come from her lips with the back of her hand that I realize she was a witness to what happened. Fear sits heavy in my gut.

  It isn’t the fact that I loved my best friend’s mouth wrapped around my cock or the glorious way he received the offering my body gave him that had me shuffling back and standing at the end of the bed.

  It had even less to do with the fact that a woman we don’t even know participated in the first homosexual act I’ve ever been involved in. It had nothing to do with the expectant look in his eyes, and the way his cock was still standing tall and proud, ready for more.

  What had me freaking out and running from the room without even bothering to get dressed was the way my mouth watered, the tingle on my tongue telling me I wanted to do the exact same fucking thing to him.

  Chapter 7

  Itchy

  I’m still reveling, flying high from the night before when my eyes open. Darby snuggles deeper into my side, and I hug her closer, knowing she was the catalyst, part of the reason I had the courage to follow through last night.

  We didn’t chase after Snatch when he high-tailed it out of here last night. We didn’t talk, didn’t discuss what happened. My cock was still throbbing, and she was so wet from it all, we spent hours devouring each other. This morning has to be different. The conversations we should’ve had last night have to happen before she leaves this room. I know she’s leaving this morning, heading to Tampa with Bryan and Aviana, and the chances of ever seeing her again are slim, but I don’t want her saying anything at breakfast or even hinting about the secrets only the three of us and these four walls should ever know.

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p; “Hey, sleepy head,” I whisper when she looks up at me.

  “Hey, yourself.” Am I just now noticing the huskiness of her voice?

  I decide to jump right in. “So about last night.”

  She smiles sleepily. “Last night was perfect. I hate that Snatch was so eager to leave. He promised me so many things.”

  Eager. That’s one way to put it. My pulse picks up thinking about the aftermath I’m going to have to deal with shortly. I enjoyed the fuck out of last night, and I know he did too, while it was happening. After though? This morning? Extremely different feelings.

  “Next time, I want to watch.” She bites her lip, and my already hard cock jumps under her thigh. “It was over by the time I turned around.”

  “You like that sort of thing?” I test the waters.

  “Last night was the first time I’ve ever had the two guys I was fucking go after each other. It turned me on more than I ever thought it could.” Her fingernail brushes over my nipple, pulling a hiss from my lips. “I think I could’ve come just watching you suck his cock.”

  “There may not be a next time,” I tell her unable to hide the disappointment in my own voice. “We’ve never messed around before.” Her eyes widen. “He didn’t just up and leave because he was done, he freaked out because I sucked his cock and he liked it.”

  “Wow,” is all she can manage.

  I look up at the ceiling, freaking out even more about what today may bring.

  “So it just happened?”

  I nod. “I’ve…” I pause, unsure if I should be telling her anything. I barely know her, but she seems like the type of person who’s keeping many secrets. “You can’t tell anyone what happened in here last night.”

  She shakes her head against my chest. “I wouldn’t, promise.”

  I swallow the fear that’s increasing exponentially in my throat.

  “I’ve wanted to, for longer than I’ve ever had the right, but last night was the first time I’ve mustered the courage.”