Still clutching her chin tightly in my hand, I smirk in her face. "That was business. Now we can get back to our earlier truce."
Her breathing has turned ragged.
I stare at her mouth; I can't help it. I've got to taste her poison.
My mouth lands on hers. I fucking take. I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips and moan, she tastes so goddamn good. She pushes her body into mine, her pelvis pressing into my already hard cock. Fuck! I press my fingers into her cheeks forcing her to open and let me in. She opens wide and I shove my tongue deep inside. She groans and grinds her mouth into mine as our tongues clash.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
I knew I'd find it, it's right fucking here...fire and brimstone explodes in my veins, her own deadly poison.
I know if I don't stop now, I'll fuck her right here against this door.
Still holding her face and hands, I whisper against her lips.
"I'm going to let you go. Open the door, then I'm going in to make sure no one you're not expecting is waiting for you."
"Are you going to stay?" she asks breathing heavily.
"No."
"Then don't bother."
"Open the fucking door, Raven. I'm not leaving until I make sure you're okay."
Her eyes widen in surprise before her mouth flattens to an angry line.
That elicits all kinds of conflicting emotions within me. The alpha man part of me is beating the hell out of his chest belting out the Tarzan howl. The realist side of me feels bad because it seems she's not used to someone caring about her.
"Fine."
I let her hands lose, straighten, and allow her to turn around. She swipes the key card and the door clicks.
"Welcome to my humble abode. Please do come in," she steps inside and holds the door open.
I don't hesitate. I'd be lying if I said the only reason I'm coming in is to make sure no one's waiting for her. Let's be real, there's always someone waiting to take down Satan.
But I've got an agenda, we all do.
I want to see her things without her getting prepared. I want to see what the hell she's got in that duffel bag. There's no doubt in my mind whatever's in there has to do with Batman.
I also would love to fuck the hell out of her.
That's not happening, at least not tonight.
As I step in, there's only one thing that's evident. The devil is a neat freak. The bed's not covered in clothes and nothing is out of place. Whatever personal belongings she's unpacked are arranged in a straight row on the dresser. All of her clothes and whatever else she brought, even the military duffel she probably stole from someone, are nowhere to be seen.
I guess I'll have to come back. What a shame.
I check the bathroom and behind the curtains. Everything's clear.
"Satisfied?" she asks sweetly.
"Not at all," because I'm not. My dick hurts.
She gives me a wicked grin. "Then stay."
She's up to something. Like I said, everyone's got an agenda.
"Can't. Summer and Rock are waiting." I don't lie.
That piqued her curiosity.
"I see," she comments slowly.
I stop in front of her on my way out where she's still at the door. "Do you, little bird, do you really see?" I clutch her chin again and bring my face to hers. "Tell me what you see?"
Her eyes search mine as she drags her lower lip between her teeth.
What's going through that beautiful wicked mind of hers?
I don't move as I wait for her to give me an answer.
Finally, she says quietly, "I see...I see what others think is not real."
That is either the only truth she's told me, or the best lie.
CHAPTER 11
Snake
The hotel suite door closes with a heavy thud behind me when I enter.
What a shitty place to be, torn between accepting the devil's offer to go in and play with her, or doing the right thing.
As I walk in, I pull my shirt off and toss it on the table. Rock's in the same chair he was in earlier, probably waiting for me.
"We're not picking this up where we left off," I state dismissively as I go to the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water, then I take a seat on the couch.
"You want to tell me what you're doing?" he asks quietly.
He's angry.
Welcome to the fucking club.
"Getting some water. Tell me what happened with The Reaper, (aka Hawk)."
Rock glares at me.
I'm not going to play this. Who knows how much time we've got before something goes down. Right now I want information.
Rock's gaze darts to the bedroom where I'm sure Summer's doing her girlie shit. Hell, for all I know Rock's got her tied to the bed to ensure she doesn't come out in order to give us as much time as we need to talk.
"He listened to what we had to say."
I want to punch him. This is going to be like pulling teeth.
"And?" I prod.
"I think he understands why we didn't deliver her." He pauses, his eyes intent on me. "And why we won't let anyone else."
That's not good enough. I need everything.
"He was assigned the contract on us." I state. Because I know. We've always known.
Rock doesn't answer right away. I don't know if he can't or he won't. Long beats pass as we wait each other out. Finally, he dips his head and nods. Yes.
There it is, the gauntlet's been dropped. Confirmation. It's fucking show time.
Hawk's been hired to take Summer back and kill us.
I lean my head against the back of the couch and let out a heavy breath.
I know the turmoil of emotions raging through me, I can only imagine what Rock's going through. And Gringo. And Bull. We used to actually not give a fuck. We didn't have anything or anyone to care about. Except each other. I didn't care about myself. I suppose I still don't in a way.
What hurts me most I think, (yeah, it fucking hurts), is the what could have been, and those chances and opportunities I didn't take. When you're staring at your own mortality's bloody fangs, every single shit ass thing that you've done pops up larger than life leering at you. Every fucked up shit promises to greet you in your own private hell on the other side.
There's no time for pity parties or wallowing. The clock's ticking and we don't know what time it's set to go off.
"Did Hawk think he was the only one?" I question.
"No."
Goddamn it.
I lift my head and glare at him. "Do you think you could dispense with that shit and just tell me everything without me having to ask a million and one fucking questions?" I snap.
He clenches his jaw, probably biting back the words, or the lack there of.
"He thinks there are three more," he states tightly.
"Hah!" Well, won't you look at us. We're so damn important, three, no, correction, four killers were assigned to take us out. "It seems somebody's a little worried."
"Would you get serious, for fuck's sake?!" he growls tightly.
I snap my head to face him. "Don't even fucking say that to me." I'm furious. "You know better than anyone how serious I am."
"Shit," he growls as he pushes to his feet and begins pacing. "I know."
"Did you ask Hawk if he's going to follow through on his contract?" I have to ask.
Rock sighs.
"I didn't and he didn't say. You know he doesn't say shit, he's worse than I am. But I think he's going to walk away." He stops and faces me. "Like I said, he listened and he understood."
"Good," I tip my head back again, face turned up to the ceiling.
"He asked about your girlfriend," Rock continues quietly.
My body tenses. I must be out of my fucking mind, but I'm protective of Raven. It's probably wrong and could turn out to be the worst mistake of my life. She's my own personal demon.
"What did he say?" Rock hesitates. I glare at him. "What did he fucking say?" I repeat.
"He wanted to know why you trust her." He pauses.
"Does he think she's one of the other three?"
"No." Fucker's making me wait.
I push to my feet and in two long strides, I'm in his face. "What else?"
Rock doesn't move. "He said she stole counterfeiting plates from the Steel Brothers and they want them back. After they kill her."
FUCK!
"The same fucking MC club with Bull..."
"One and the same."
I rake a hand through my hair. "And the stupid girl asked Batman for help to get rid of them." I begin pacing the room. "There's a fucking price on her head, isn't there?"
"One mil."
FUCKFUCKFUCK.
One million dollars is being offered for Raven, which is jack shit considering how much those money making plates are worth to the Steel Brothers. Isn't this just fucking fantastic. Of all the people here, she had to sink her claws into me.
"Does Bull know?" I ask because he has to know, shit just hit a whole new level.
"Gringo's probably on the phone with him right now."
I continue pacing, all of this pent up...rage, frustration, fucking anger, has to come out somehow.
"What are the odds of her falling into our lap in the middle of all this other shit."
Rock snorts out a quiet laugh. "We only deal in high stakes."
Slowly, I turn to look at him. "What are you saying?"
"He's saying," comes Summer's soft voice from the doorway. Rock and I freeze. "That only we can help her. Just like you were the only ones who were able to help me." She enters the room, all silk and softness. "You still are." Her gaze goes from mine to Rock's. "We're helping her. She's ours now," her last words are almost a whisper, but they're heavy with absolute truth. Her eyes lock with mine as she lays a hand over my heart. "Isn't she Snake?"
Dammit! I turn away and hang my head.
I shouldn't do this; I can't allow them to do this. Summer's in enough danger, I cannot invite a whole new set of bad guys into our world. She's been through enough.
"How much did you hear, princess?" Rock's asks her gently.
She owns him, he's her slave, if she asked him to swim in a river of feces, he'd ask how far.
Raven? I don't know how it happened, but it did. I know I'd swim through that same fucking river if it meant keeping her safe.
"Let's just say enough. But I had a feeling about some of it. I always knew it would come to this, whether I wanted to admit it or not." There's no fear in her voice.
The woman amazes me.
"Snake," she's right behind me now. "You're going to get her in the morning, and you're going to bring her here with us." Rock doesn't comment. "We all know she's never had anyone," I saw that more than once tonight, "but now she has us."
"How can you know we can trust her?" Rock acts as the voice of reason.
Thank God.
"We know; don't we Snake?" Summer replies. She's certain, Rock and I can hear it in her voice.
I don't respond, not yet.
"Snake?" Rock questions. He needs to hear it from me. Because he trusts my judgement.
What the fuck do I do? If I say yes, I'm handing out VIP invitations to one of the most dangerous MC clubs on this continent to come after us, and Raven's problems become ours. If I say no, I'm signing her death warrant.
And I'd be lying. I do. I do know because, despite everything, the weapons I know she wears constantly, the aura surrounding her of shit about to go down, all of it, I trust her.
"Yeah," I nod once. "Yeah, we know."
With that simple and honest testament, I have just irrevocably changed our lives.
No one speaks as we let the reality of our new circumstances settle over us. The air is thick with so many things, danger, frustration, uncertainty, and unquenchable need.
"No more business tonight," Summer whispers.
I know that voice. I turn. She's already slipping the straps of her shift off her shoulders. Why she wears anything when we're at home is beyond me. We're ravenous, and this woman, she's a starving animal.
The wisp of fabric floats to the floor. She lowers to her knees in the cloud of silk as she works her nipples. "Take your cocks out and put them in my mouth."
Everything has just shifted to focus to only this: her, him, and me. And fucking, sucking, and taking.
"Demanding," I murmur as I open my pants and take my once again hardening dick in hand and approach her.
"A hungry little slut," Rock grumbles as he does the same.
Standing side by side, Rock and I place the tips of our shafts, both of us now fully hard, at Summer's lips. She swirls her tongue around each of the swollen crowns and wraps her dainty hands around both of them.
"Tell me how you want to eat that sweet pussy of Raven's, princess?" Rock asks, smirking at her, as he glides the head of his dick over Summer's lips.
Her eyes flash to his, then shoot to mine, wide and surprised.
"We saw how you looked at her, Tinkerbell," I smirk as well, and rub my thickness over Rock's at her mouth.
Summer's gaze averts to our lengths gliding over each other.
"Don't deny it. If she's ours, she's yours, and you'll play with her. We'll all play with her," Rock tells her, his voice deep and low.
Summer licks her lips taking the precum Rock left on their plumpness into her mouth, then answers, "I do."
"I can't wait to see your face covered in her pussy juices," Rock hisses.
My cock twitches in my grasp at the image of Summer and Raven sucking and licking and fucking each other.
"Open your mouth, Tinkerbell, and I'll tell you what I was thinking." I turn to face Rock.
Summer does, she opens that perfectly filthy mouth of hers and takes us both in.
"I'd watch this big fucking cock of yours," I tell Rock as I put a chokehold on his dick, "fuck her hard," Rock growls, "while that beautifully dirty mouth of yours," I turn to look at Summer, she's staring at me as saliva drips down her chin with her mouth stuffed full of both of our meat. She's fucking perfect. "You'd be sucking on her hard little clit while Rock's cock is sliding in and out of her covered in her cum." She moans around our cocks and the vibration travels through both of us.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you princess?" Rock growl's as he thrusts his hips forward, his velvety shaft rubbing against mine in her hot mouth.
Summer's eyes dip lustily in acknowledgement.
"Then, while you're fucking Summer in her tight ass," I wrap my free hand around the back of Rock's neck and bring his face close to mine. I trace my tongue over his lips, his mouth open and inviting me in. "And she's feasting on Raven's cunt, and Raven's face is buried between Summer's legs, I'd fuck that virgin ass of yours. So. Fucking." I whisper the last word, "Hard." I plunge my tongue into Rock’s mouth as I feel his cock swell in my grip. He moans long and deep in my mouth as he grips my thickness and pumps me. My hand jerks up and down his length and we both explode inside Summer's mouth, filling her up so fast, our cum leaks out of her mouth and down her chin.
She latches on to the waistbands of both of our pants and starts to tug them down our hips. Her eyes are wild with need when she pulls back from us. "Fuck me, both of you."
Rock unwraps his hand from my still hard dick and rubs our cum over her mouth, down her throat, and over her tits. She tilts her head back and pushes herself into his touch in offering. Then he lifts his hand to my mouth. I've still got him by the back of the neck. I pull him close again. Our faces inch closer to his open palm. Summer's still on her knees watching us. Together, our tongues reach out and lick his palm clean. We turn our faces to each other, our mouths collide as our tongues battle.
I have no defenses to what's between us, all three of us. It's potent and all consuming. My mind wraps around the fact we're bringing Raven into this maelstrom of emotion and hunger and dirty, filthy, intense lust.
Whether she wants to or not.
"Soon Raven will be with us," Summer murmurs.
The fire and brimstone Raven infused me with from our kiss engulfs me once again burning through my veins. She's infected me with her, all of her, her evil, her beauty, her defiance and strength, and her weaknesses and need. She's in me, there's no denying it.
I bend and cup the back of Summer’s head and kiss her. She smells like us, covered in our cum. She’s sweet and addicting, and one taste is never enough.
“Get your ass on the bed. Play with yourself.” My voice is rough.
Her nostrils flare as her eyes go wide. A smile lifts her lips as she stands and goes into the other room to take her place on the mattress and get in position.
Rock laughs behind me as we follow her into the bedroom. She’s right in the middle of the king sized bed, legs bent and knees open as she circles and plucks her greedy clit with her fingers. She’s mewling like a hungry little kitten. Rock and I take off our clothes as we watch her squirming in front of us. With our hands working our cocks, we approach her.
I reach for the lube already on the bed, the wicked woman was prepared and had it waiting, and coat my shaft with it. “Pull those knees up, Tinkerbell, let me get that tight ass of yours ready.” She does. I spread some of the gel over her puckered hole. Then I look over at Rock.
"Bend over and get your face in her pussy. I want to play with your ass."
The corner of his mouth quirks up as he grins at me.
"Fine. Get on the fucking bed and suck her tits."
The bastard. I grin back at him.
"Fine," I mimic him. "But I'm not getting on the bed. Not yet."
Rock smirks.
He latches on to one of Summer's ankles and I take the other, and we both pull her down to the edge of bed. Summer can practically come by breast play alone; her tits are so perfect. Soft, round, voluptuous, like water balloons.
Bent over her with my mouth hovering above her creamy flesh, I ask, "Do you want me to bite them?" I nip the peaks of each of her nipples. She moans in reply, "Or do you want me to lick them like this?" I swirl my tongue around the rose colored areolas and she writhes. "Or do you like me to suck them deep in my mouth and flick them with my tongue?"
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