by Smyth, R. A
We all watch on anxiously as Preston does whatever he does on the laptop to try and get the footage to work. After a few moment’s he sighs heavily, shaking his head. “There’s nothing here.”
“Shit,” Ty mumbles, all of us feeling the defeat from tonight’s loss. We were so sure this would work. That this time tomorrow we might be starting to come out the other side of this shit.
We’ve been on a bit of a high the last week after taking out some of Kirk’s men, but now frustration and hopelessness are settling in. Once again, the thought of just running away crosses my mind. We’re nearly at graduation now. It would be so easy to just leave. But could we live looking over our shoulders, constantly checking to see if Kirk is nearby? Could we live with ourselves knowing we just left these girls to their dark fate? I know I couldn’t. I don’t believe the others could either.
“We’ll come up with a different plan,” Oliver insists after we’ve sat in heavy silence for several long moments. “It’s a setback, but it’s not the end of the world.”
I hope to god he’s right. None of us can withstand much more of this.
Chapter 40
My ears pulse with that familiar pressure as Sophie’s gun goes off, and I watch as she successfully hits her target, ignoring the sound of the shot echoing in the trees around us.
“You’re getting good at that,” I praise. I've brought her out here several times in the last few months, and every time she gets better and better. I’m hoping she never needs to use any of what I’ve taught her, but what happened with Kurt only proves that she needs to be prepared for anything.
She beams up at me, a huge grin spread across her face.
“That’s probably enough for today,” I say, packing up the guns and grabbing her hand before traipsing back through the forest to the car.
“How old were you when you learned to shoot?” She asks as we’re making our way through the undergrowth.
“Emm.” It takes me a minute to think about it. “I knew how to shoot—although I wasn’t very good at it—by the time Ty came around, so about seven or eight I guess.”
“Wow. That’s so young,” she says, shocked.
I shrug my shoulders. That was just a part of gang life. Everyone knew how to shoot. Heck in Black Creek, where I grew up in, where The Feral Beasts operate out of, you needed to learn to defend yourself or you’d be lucky to see your tenth birthday.
“When did you first realize you wanted out of The Feral Beasts?” Sophie asks softly, breaking through my thoughts.
“Several years ago, The Feral Beasts were taking over new territory. After taking out the leaders of the gang that owned the area, Kirk gave everyone else the option of joining with us or following in their leader’s footsteps.
“Naturally, most agreed to become Beasts, but a few tried to make a run for it. Kirk caught them and made examples out of them, but he sent Ty and I after their families, the wives and children.”
“He wanted you to kill them?” She gasps, her grip around my hand tightening.
“Yeah,” I sigh, vividly remembering that day.
“What did you do?” The fact she doesn’t need to ask if we did as ordered is a reminder of how well she knows me, of how much faith she has in my humanity.
“We helped them escape and pretended it was a job well done to Kirk.” She grins up at me, a proud smile on her face. “It was the first time he sent us after innocents.” My tone is subdued as I remember the sickening feeling in my stomach as Kirk relayed our orders to us.
“I’d never felt like I belonged there. Never seemed to fit in or get the same sick sense of satisfaction as the other Beasts did. That feeling only enhanced when Ty came along, but on that day, we both knew we had to get out of there before we either became like them, or ended up dead.”
“How come you didn’t leave or make a stand before now?”
“We talked about it all the time, how one day we’d be free, but, honestly, you don’t just leave The Feral Beasts. Kirk would have come after us. We would have spent the rest of our lives running, constantly looking over our shoulders. As much as being in The Feral Beasts isn’t a life, running isn’t much of one either.”
“So when the opportunity arose, you decided to take down Kirk and The Feral Beasts instead?”
“That, and we found a great motivator,” I say, gazing at her. She smiles softly, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.
“Do you know how to drive?” I ask out of the blue.
“No. We didn’t own a car back home.”
“You should learn.” I add it to my mental list of things to teach her. It’s a useful life skill. You never know when you might need to drive a vehicle to get you out of a sticky situation. Besides, it’s an important part of feeling independent. I don’t want her to have to rely on any of us. Especially once this shit is all over. She should be able to just jump in a car and go to the shop or out for coffee with friends or whatever.
“Sure,” she shrugs, not sounding bothered one way or the other.
“How about we start today?” I ask, an idea coming to mind as I dump the duffel bag of guns in the trunk.
“Today?” She squeaks. “No. I can’t today. I’ve no idea how to do it.”
“That’s why I’m going to teach you,” I say, a small grin lifting the corner of my lips as I all but drag her towards the driver’s side of the car. “All you have to do is steer the car. I’ll do the pedals.”
“What? How would that even work?” She asks as I pull open the driver’s door.
“Easy,” I say, grinning down at her as I climb in behind the wheel of the SUV, wrapping my arm around her waist and hauling her up with me.
Dragging her into my lap, I adjust the seat so she isn’t pressed up against the steering wheel and close the door.
“Aiden,” she half-laughs, half-shrieks. “This is all sorts of illegal.”
Snorting, I respond, “Do you think that ever stopped me before?”
“I dunno,” she replies hesitantly, gnawing on her bottom lip in thought.
“There’s no one around,” I reassure her. “We’ll just go up the road. If you don’t like it then we’ll stop.” I look at her for a long moment, while she ponders what I’ve said. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, okay,” she responds uncertainly.
With a reassuring smile I wrap my hand around both of hers.
“Place your hands here,” I say lifting them up and placing them on the wheel, feeling her fingers wrap tightly around the leather. “All you have to do is keep us on the road.”
She turns her head to look at me, rolling her eyes. “That’s all,” she says sarcastically, making me bark out a laugh. I love these moments with just the two of us. She has this way of bringing me out of myself, of making life feel like it’s not as heavy.
“I’ll go slow,” I assure her as I turn on the engine.
“You better.”
Putting the car in gear, I slowly press down on the accelerator and we roll forwards. I keep my hands wrapped around her smaller ones, helping direct us onto the road.
After a bit of swerving on the road, she gets the hang of it, keeping us between the lines as I slowly start to pick up speed.
“Ah, a corner!” She calls out, like I can’t see the same thing she does.
“It’s fine, you’re doing great.”
She easily steers us around the corner and when we’re back on a straight, I loosen my grip on her hands, letting go so she’s doing it by herself.
Bit by bit I pick up speed until we’re going the speed limit.
“Ah! I’m doing it,” Sophie laughs, the sound vibrating through the air like a soft melody.
“You are. See, I told you it was easy. Next time you can do the pedals too. You’ll be driving Preston’s car like a pro in no time.
Laughing she says, “Isn’t his a manual?”
“Yeah, but it’s not that different from an automatic. Besides, part of me would love to see the look on his face if you b
urnt his clutch out.”
“I’ve no idea what that means,” she laughs, keeping her eyes glued to the road in front of us, “but I’m pretty sure I’d be in big trouble for damaging his baby.”
“Mmm, big trouble,” I purr. “You’d definitely need to be punished.” My voice takes on a low growl as my thoughts stray to a dirty place and my dick hardens in my pants, completely unaware that this isn’t the ideal time to get a hard on.
“Aiden,” she scolds, her own voice sounding thick with lust as she squirms in my lap, only pressing herself harder against me. Hissing between my teeth as she rubs her ass over my dick, I grip tightly to her waist.
“You like the thought of that?” I growl in her ear, my hand coming to run up her thigh, over her jeans.
“Aiden,” she repeats, the word coming out like a plea. For me to continue or for me to stop? I’m not even sure she knows.
I trail my finger along the inside seam of her jeans until I’m cupping her pussy, pressing firmly against the coarse fabric as she pants and squirms in my lap.
“Can you keep your eyes focused on the road?” I ask as I run my fingers over her clit again, the friction making her moan. It’s a redundant question, I might be about to stick my fingers knuckle deep in my girl and get her to scream my name, but I’m sure as hell not about to let us crash, or let her come to any harm. But it’s so fucking hot testing and pushing her, like in assembly last week. While Ty prefers getting her alone so she can completely let herself go, I love watching her fight with her body's natural reaction while I push her to the very edge.
“No,” she moans. “Maybe?”
I‘m already unbuttoning her jeans, pushing my hand under her panties and feeling her warm heat as I glide my fingers through her wet lips, her breathy moans encouraging me on.
I rub my finger over her clit, watching as her hands tighten around the wheel, before dipping lower. Feeling how ready she is, I slip two fingers inside of her.
“Aiden,” she moans.
“Eyes open,” I growl when I notice her eyes drifting shut.
Snapping them open, she focuses back on the road as I begin to slowly slide in and out of her, teasing her.
“More,” she groans, tilting her pelvis so I can go deeper.
Rubbing my thumb over her clit, I push in deeper, increasing my speed until she’s panting heavily, her body primed to explode.
“Aiden,” she cries breathily.
“I’ve got you, baby. Come for me.” I demand.
A loud groan escapes her as she gushes all over my fingers. I can feel every muscle in her body tightening as she pushes back against me.
I quickly flick my gaze from the road to take in her face as she comes apart under my touch. It’s not nearly enough time to soak her in, but seeing that look of pure bliss has me growing painfully hard in my jeans.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she pants.
I can’t do anything other than laugh as the two of us drive on in silence for a while.
“Pull up over here,” I say once we’ve turned into the lane up to the warehouse.
“What? Why?”
The only answer I give her is the grinding of my dick against her ass before I hook my fingers in her pants, starting to push them over her hips.
Catching on to what I’m silently saying, she lifts her hips, enabling me to push her jeans and panties down.
“The others will already know we’re home,” she says, referring to the perimeter alarm that we will have triggered when we pulled onto the lane.
“So? They can wait a bit longer. I’m not done with you yet.” I growl the last words out as I run my hand over the smooth skin of her ass, dipping my fingers between her legs while I unbutton my jeans and whip out my dick with my other hand.
Teasing her with the tip of my finger, swirling it around her wet entrance, not quite giving her what she really needs, I wrap my hand around the base of my painfully erect cock, giving it a couple of pumps and smearing the bead of precum over my length.
“Aiden,” she growls impatiently.
Removing my fingers, I slide my dick through her pussy lips before easily slipping inside of her, her warm heat sucking me in.
We both release satisfied groans as I bury myself deep inside of her, before we both start to move, slowly and shallowly at first. This angle doesn’t offer much movement, but there’s something intimate about having her pressed up against me like this.
Our breaths turn to heavy pants. That and the slapping of our bodies as they come together is the only noise as steam forms on the window. We continue to move in tandem, inching closer and closer to that point of pure bliss, when every nerve ignites and your body feels like it’s going to tear itself apart from the pleasure.
Unable to keep the pace slow any longer, I start to thrust more forcefully into her, needing to be deeper inside of her, to hear her breathy moans turn to explosive cries.
The faster movement has her hand flying up to the roof, bracing herself so her head doesn’t smack off it.
With a hand on her back, I push her forward, so she’s pressed up against the wheel, her hands gripping on to it for leverage as I tighten my grasp on her hips and drive my dick into her the way we both need—hard and fast.
She pushes back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust until she cries out and I feel her clamp down on my dick, holding it hostage as I bust a nut inside of her.
“Fuck,” I breathe into her shoulder as she collapses back against me, both of us breathing heavily. “I can never get enough of you.”
“Good,” she laughs breathily. “I hope you never do.”
“Never. I’m always gonna want to fuck you fast and hard, slow and easy, whatever way you want. Even when you’re old and grey, with wrinkles and saggy tits.”
A burst of laughter escapes her, before she turns to look at me over her shoulder, capturing my lips with hers in a deep kiss that’s about so much more than physical attraction. It’s everlasting affection, a meaningful connection. It's everything.
“I’ll always be down to fuck you too; saggy man-balls and all.”
Chuckling, I pull her pants back up and tuck my dick away. Throwing the car back into gear, we head up the lane to the warehouse. Sophie makes a beeline for the bathroom and when I hear the water running, I can’t help but follow after her. I’m fucking insatiable when it comes to her.
Chapter 41
A week’s gone by since the failed attempt to get evidence from The Citadel. We’re all still reeling, struggling to pick ourselves up and put together an alternative plan. None of us can agree on what we should do next. Aiden spends every spare moment out in the forest, working out his aggression. Preston’s been insisting on staying late every day after school to use the gym and Ty and Barrett seem to have made it their mission to keep the three of us busy and distracted so we can forget our problems outside of the warehouse.
It’s early on Saturday morning but Aiden has already taken himself off for another morning of shooting, and Preston’s gone out to do a food run.
Stepping out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped tightly around me, my eyes immediately land on Barrett who’s sitting at the breakfast bar opposite me.
Looking up, his eyes meet mine before dropping down to my boobs that are pushed up by the towel, his gaze heating as he takes me in. His tongue flicks out to lick his lower lip as a trail of water drips off the end of my hair onto my shoulder, running down over my collarbone and into the gap between the swell of my breasts.
“Baby girl,” his voice is deep, low, the words coming out as a barely contained growl as he slips off the stool, striding towards me. “Fuck me, you’re the most tempting thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs before bending down to run his tongue up the trail of water, the feel of his warm tongue on my skin making me moan.
The noise draws Ty’s attention from the video game he’s playing and I watch over Barrett’s head as Ty’s eyes darken with lust. He makes no attempt to move towar
ds us. Instead enjoying his view from across the room as Barrett sucks along my neck, marking my skin.
His hands come round to my ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand, feeling the weight in his palms before squeezing, using his grip to pull me in closer to him, grinding his dick against the thin fabric of the towel.
Fuck, the friction feels amazing against my clit and I buck into him, my head dropping back as my arms grab onto his bicep, holding me up. He takes advantage of the access, sucking harder on my neck before running his tongue over the mark, the combination of the sting of pain and pressure from his tongue driving me wild.
“Barrett,” I moan as he slips his hand between the gap in the towel, stroking his finger over my swollen nub. Moving slowly through my pussy lips, he swipes up my juices with his fingers before pushing into my cunt. The feeling of his thick fingers sinking inside me has me grinding down on him, crying out his name.
My eyes fall on Ty who’s still where I last saw him, only now he’s standing, his jeans unbuckled and hanging low on his hips, his eyes hooded while he fists his cock, slowly running his hand up and down his long shaft.
The combination of Barrett’s skilled fingers and seeing how turned on we’re making Ty pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck, Barrett,” I moan, clenching around him as fucking fireworks go off behind my eyes.
He scoops me up into his capable arms as my legs give out beneath me, carrying me over to the sofa. He drops down onto it, holding on to me so I go down with him. I end up straddling him, our lips crashing together in a desperate hunger, both of us needing more.
That finger orgasm was amazing, but it was just a prelude. Now I need the main show. Looking at Ty as he sits down beside us on the sofa, his dick still in his hand, I’m hoping that show is a two-man act.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come apart, love.” His voice is a throaty growl, low and husky with lust.
Leaning forward, he tugs on my towel until it loosens, unraveling around me until I’m naked, straddling Barrett.
Running my hands down the front of his shirt, taking pleasure in the feel of his hard chest flexing under my touch. I stroke my fingers over the hills and valleys of his abs until I reach the lining of his sweatpants.
