Breathe

by N. M. Catalano

  “I’ve got some phone calls to make, you guys have fun,” Gringo chuckles as he gets up, then closes the door behind him when he enters his adjoining room.

  “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” Rock murmurs darkly, his eyes narrow to slits as he stares at me.

  Out of my peripheral, I see Raven turn her face to study me. Never breaking Rock’s stare, I place a hand on her thigh and slowly trace circles inside the weave of her fishnets. “I know you know exactly what I’m up to. And soon, it’s going to buried in your ass. I told you, you had an ass pounding coming.”

  Rock’s expression doesn’t change, the only signs my words registered are the growing swell of his crotch and the flare of his nostrils.

  I can hear Raven’s breathing quicken as her whole lower region tightens beneath my touch, her thighs clenching. Lifting my hand, I cup the back of her head and kiss her. It’s hard and demanding and I want her to know exactly what’s going to happen.

  Quietly I say with my mouth at hers, “I’m going to fuck him.”

  I don’t move and I don’t let her go, locking her with my gaze. I have to know what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling. It’s all there on her face, shock, desire, need, want. Hunger.

  “Okay,” she whispers, her eyes going back and forth on mine.

  I lick her lips. “Then we’re fucking you.”

  She sucks in a breath as her face flushes, but doesn’t say a damn thing.

  I smile wickedly at her. “Take Summer and get on the big bed.”

  She licks her lips. “Okay.”

  She is the Queen Of Hell and she’s come to claim my fucking soul. It’s completely hers, she ripped it right from my body and owns it.

  My mouth latches onto hers with another violent kiss. I want to embed myself into every damn one of her senses, I want her to taste me, smell me, feel me, my memory will haunt her for the rest of her goddamn life.

  Breaking the kiss, I tell her, “Go.”

  Immediately, she grabs Summer’s hand and stands, pulling Summer with her. “Come on,” she pants.

  My heart swells. She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t flinch, it’s as if she’s always been a part of us.

  With them heading to the bedroom, my attention turns to Rock. His eyes are still fixed on me, now with a sly smirk on his face. My heart hurts. I can’t think about the possibility of not being here with them, of not being a part of this. I know he’ll take care of Raven; he’ll make sure she’s safe. Just like I’m going to do for them.

  “Get in the bedroom,” I’m already standing and pulling off my shirt and following Raven and Summer inside.

  I hear him laugh softly, I know he’s right behind me.

  Standing at the foot of the bed as I undo my jeans, I gaze at the beautiful women in front of me and Rock. Our women. Raven looks perfect. There was always a place for her, even before I found her, it’s just been waiting for her. I ask Summer, “Panties today, you beautiful slut?”

  Pulling her skirt up, she shimmies until it’s bunched at her waist. No underwear, only her shaved, naked pussy. Raven’s watching everything. I chuckle.

  “Rock told me not to wear any,” she smiles deceptively innocently.

  Turning to Rock, I push my pants down and kick them away as my erection slaps my abdomen when it bounces free of its confinement. He’s pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside, then his hands are at the closure of his pants. He’s watching me and every move I make. Taking a step closer to him, I grab him by the back of the neck. Pulling his face close, I whisper roughly, “I’ve missed this.” The words are almost a choke. Because I do miss him, miss this, I ache for everything we have.

  He grips my jaw roughly, “Snake, I swear to God…”

  I cut off his words with a brutal kiss. I don’t want to hear it; I don’t want anything thing to spoil this moment.

  His free hand wraps around my cock and squeezes. I can feel the precum leaking from me and dripping down the swollen head. Still holding him firmly against my mouth, our tongues battling each other, I work his pants open with my other hand and shove them past his hips. Gripping his thickness tightly, I start to jerk him off. He lets out a long guttural moan into my mouth which only makes me growl.

  I hear a soft feminine, “Oh my God,” from the bed.

  It’s Raven.

  Rock and I both turn to look at them. Summer’s already gotten her clothes off, Raven’s starting to strip down as well.

  “I love to watch them,” Summer murmurs in lustful intoxication.

  “I see why,” Raven pants.

  “You want to see his cock in my ass, princess?” Rock’s low rumble vibrates throughout the room. He squeezes my dick still clutched in his hand.

  Tighter!

  “Yes,” Summer breathes heavily and glides her fingers down her slit.

  Raven licks her lips.

  So fucking good.

  Both of them are aroused, their nipples are hardened peaks and their pussies are glistening with that delicious fucking wetness.

  “Do you like seeing me touch him, hellion?” I stroke up and down Rock’s stiffness. Her eyes are riveted to the motion of my hand on his shaft. With my arm wrapped around his neck, almost in a chokehold, I state, “Watch me kiss him like I kissed you.” Rock’s cock swells in my grip as our tongues lash against each other.

  Knowing Raven’s watching me touch Rock does something to me. She’s in awe seeing what’s unfolding between us, the closeness, the fury, the intensity, the truth. This is us, and now she knows what she’s a part of. What we have, what I give, it’s honest, there are no boundaries, no inhibitions. It’s raw and it’s real, and I want her to have it all.

  It’s always violent between Rock and me.

  This time it’s different.

  It’s more.

  It’s everything. It has to be.

  “Get him ready for me, Tinkerbell,” I give her a wicked grin. Summer makes her way down the bed toward us. “Make his cock and ass nice and wet.” My gaze fixes on Raven. “The lube is in the drawer next to the bed.”

  Her eyes flick to mine and she stares into them before she lifts that perfect ass from the bed and gets the gel. She crawls to us, Rock and I both watch her move slowly like a cat poised and ready to attack. Summer’s on her back, her head between his spread legs, she’s covering every inch of his cock, balls, and asshole with her saliva. Raven kneels before me, Rock is by my side with Summer feasting on his dick, then Raven slowly uncaps the tube and squirts some on her hand. My heart is pounding; my breaths are coming fast. When Raven’s palm lands on my cock just below Rocks, I suck in a harsh breath. When she lowers her face and circles her tongue around the rim of the crown, my entire body goes taut.

  Fuck!

  “He’s got a nice cock, doesn’t he?” Rock rumbles as he thrusts his hips sliding his shaft along Summer’s lips.

  “Mmhmm,” Raven hums against my smooth head. The vibrations shoot straight through me and makes my balls pull up tighter.

  “So do you, and that fucking piercing,” I grit out, the stimulation pushing me closer to the edge.

  “Like that?” he chuckles darkly.

  “Fuck you,” I grumble, then I turn my face toward him, my hips moving into his hand and Raven’s mouth. He meets me and shoves his tongue in my mouth. I suck him deep, pulling him into me.

  He rips his mouth from mine, his head tilts back, and he moans. I look down and see Summer’s sliding her tongue up and down his length as Raven’s got her hand between his ass cheeks.

  That’s right, demon, make him fucking moan.

  “Fuck his tight ass,” I press a hand into his back and push him forward, my hips still pushing into their hands, “open him up for me.”

  Raven rises and presses her naked body against mine, one of her hands still playing with Rock’s ass, her other still working me with Rock’s. My hardness is caught tightly between us, two hands wrapped around me as I thrust against our flesh. My mouth crashes into hers, our
kiss is demanding as I fuck their hands with my cock imprisoned between us.

  I want to fuck them all. At the same time. I need to be inside each of one them, lose myself in them, become a part of all three.

  I slide my hand down Rock’s back and over the curve of his ass until my finger is at his opening. I work myself inside him, my finger sliding along Raven’s until I’m fully seated.

  “Together,” I whisper against her lips.

  “Yes,” hers butterfly against mine.

  Together we fuck him.

  “Open those fucking legs,” I hear Rock growl, his hips moving into our thrusts and his cock pushing into Summer’s mouth. “Give me that pussy, princess.”

  Fuck!

  I work Rock’s ass with Raven, my thickness pulsing in both of their hands. Raven lowers her head and begins to lick Summer’s breast, eliciting a long moan from the woman pinned beneath Rock. He reaches a hand out and grabs a fistful of Raven’s hair, pulls her face to his, and fucks her mouth with his tongue.

  “Taste how good she is,” he growls.

  Raven moans as she grinds her mouth against his.

  This shit right here is what’s going to kill me!

  “Lick all of that sweet juice from his mouth, hellion,” I grit out.

  Then the little demon slides a hand between Summer’s legs. I watch fascinated as Summer writhes under her touch. Raven’s fingers dance along her lips and around her clit, dipping inside over and over again. When she raises them to her mouth, she dips her fingers into the kiss she and Rock are sharing. I watch as both their tongues lick her digits clean as their eyes lock.

  “Lick her,” Rock whispers roughly, then guides Raven’s face to Summer’s sex.

  I can hear the lapping of tongues blended with our heavy breathing and moans.

  My heads going to explode if I don’t get inside Rock right now. Taking my hard-on in my hands, I position it at Rocks tight ring of muscles. “Get ready to lose your cherry,” I rumble, and slide my finger from his ass. As I push myself slowly into his tightness, I hear him hiss.

  Then Summer says in her sex kitten voice, “I want to watch.”

  Summer shifts from beneath him and lays on the bed next to Raven.

  As I sink deeper and deeper inside him, the thick fog of hunger envelopes me. I begin to pump in and out of him slowly and let it take me away.

  Ah, fuck, so good…

  In and out, I go deeper and deeper.

  Raven and Summer begin to touch each other, their mouths locked as their fingers swirl around their breasts, between their legs, and through their wetness. Their faces inch lower until their tongues circle each other’s nipples, sucking them into their mouths, then lower still, until they’re feasting on each other, heads between their legs and arms wrapped around each other’s thighs. I lower my body until my chest is pressed against Rock’s back.

  “How does it feel?” I whisper as I thrust into him.

  “Fucking good,” he growls.

  “Look at them,” I whisper as I wrap a hand around his hard thickness. “So perfect.”

  “We’re going to fuck them together.”

  “Yes, we are,” my thrusts get harder and deeper as my hand mimics my movements on his cock.

  Moans and growls mingle with the sounds of skin slapping skin. Our scent, the smell of lust and sex surrounds us, it’s heady and intoxicating. The soft mewls coming from Raven and Summer rise to a crescendo as their orgasms set me off.

  “I’m going come in your ass,” I grit out.

  Rock’s hand lands on mine around his thick swollen shaft and keeps up the pace as hot cream shoots from him onto the bed. I catch my breath as Rock breathes heavily beneath me. Then I turn his face to the side and kiss him. It’s long and slow. I savor it.

  “Get them ready for us, I’ll be right back,” I tell him.

  As I go to the bathroom to clean up, I hear him say, “Get those sweet cunts over here,” and I laugh.

  I don’t stop to look at myself in the mirror. There’s no time to think. When I get back in the bedroom, Rock’s got both women open in front of him, Raven and Summer are sharing a kiss that’s intense, he has his fingers buried in both their holes. I burn this image into my mind because I need to.

  I stand beside him in front of Raven, both of us are hard again.

  “Doesn’t she have a beautiful pussy?” I ask him as I begin to tease her folds with the tip of my finger.

  “Perfect,” he growls as he rubs Summer’s clit with the tip of is dick.

  Both women rub themselves against us asking for more.

  We give it to them.

  Together, he and I push into them nice and slow, our thumbs grazing over their swollen nubs, our thrusts languid and fluid, enjoying every inch of their heat. Their hips grind into our movements, circling and lifting, taking what they want. We’re not in a hurry, we want this to last. And when we come, all four of us are embraced in a kiss each one of us can feel.

  CHAPTER 24

  Raven

  Who am I and what happened to the cold hearted bitch?

  I’m not a good person. I’ve done very bad things. I don’t care about anyone but myself, although I did once upon a time and very long ago, and look at that what got me. So I don’t. I don’t get attached. Attachment only bogs you down and makes you weak. That makes you vulnerable, and when you’re vulnerable, that invites danger. No thank you very much. I only have what I can carry, nothing more, nothing less. No roots, no attachments, nothing but me. It’s easy, it’s the only way I know.

  Because I have no heart and no soul.

  I sold that shit to the devil when I shoved my knife into Sarcucci’s throat. I sealed my name with blood in a pact with the devil. Girls like me don’t get happily ever afters, we don’t get the knight in shining armor, even if he does have some blood splattered on his breastplate.

  Because I’m sure Snake’s dirty as well, regardless of his pure heart and beautiful soul.

  Snake’s a good man, despite what he and Rock, and even Hawk, do.

  What kind of killers have morals and principles anyway?

  Exactly. None.

  But they do.

  I know what I am, and I think I know what he is.

  So then why am I so confused?

  Last night was unbelievable. And it’s messing with my head. Now in the light of day, I have to think clearly. Yes, it was all fun and games, but with the sunshine comes reality. And my reality is I am a vagabond, a person without a home and the only things I have to my name are the clothes on my back, the few things I carry around with me, and my car. Sometimes I have a home base, but I only stay there a few months, then I move on to the next one. If you don’t stay in one place for too long, the things you’re hiding from can’t find you. That’s one of my Commandments, along with don’t get attached, and always wear a weapon.

  But being with Snake is making me feel things, making me want things, making me wonder if life is not as shitty as I’d always thought it would be.

  When I heard Summer tell her story, a loud crack erupted in the stone fortress of my heart. I glimmer of something I’d never thought I’d feel again began to melt the icy frozen depths of my soul. Hope. That’s a dangerous concept. Especially for someone like me.

  But I’m not foolish enough to believe that, although we’ve survived two very similar lives, there is one huge difference between the two of us.

  I’ve killed, not just once, but twice. She hasn’t. She’s pure. You can see it radiating from her.

  Me. I’m filthy. No amount of goodness will ever cleanse me or purge the blackness from within me. There is one thing I can do. Or in this case won’t.

  After spending the morning with my face buried in the pillows and pretending I was sleeping, I made a decision. I’m going to the Steel Brothers president on my own. I’m going to speak my case and I can only hope that he’ll let me go after I’ve returned the counterfeiting plates to him, I don’t even care about the reward. If he’s go
ing to punish me, I’ll take the beating.

  Dear God, I only hope that’s all it’ll be!

  Then Snake will be done with me, and me with him. I’ll slip into the night and ride off into the sunset and no one will be the wiser.

  Then why am I so miserable?

  Maybe it’s because after spending the night in bed with Snake, Summer, and Rock, and waking up nestled between one hard body and one soft body, and another hard body, I know what I’m going to be missing.

  There is immense truth in you don’t know what you’ll be missing if you’ve never had it.

  I’ve had them once, now they’re a part of me. I can’t untaste them, I can’t unfeel them, and I sure as hell can’t undo wanting more.

  The worst realization of all is I know that if I were any other woman I could love Snake Priest until my very last breath. I am absolutely certain that I would love him with the kind of ferocity one hopes to be lucky enough to find in their lifetime.

  He is my once in a lifetime.

  Life is a vicious bitch and I hate her.

  Fuck her and, “It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.”

  Fuck you and fuck that.

  When I had the pillow over my head as I laid wallowing in self-pity in bed, I’d heard Rock and Summer making love in the shower while Snake was mumbling with Gringo in the living room. As they all talked and laughed over coffee, my heart broke with longing of all the mornings I’ll never have. With them.

  Because I’m bad and I don’t deserve them.

  If I do nothing else in this crappy life I’ve been dealt, I’ll save Snake from taking my heat, from cleaning up my mess. I’ll deal with it alone. He’s going to think I’m running because of what’s happening with them, the danger that’s looming over them. He’ll never know how much I want to be there for them. I want to protect them. I want to help them. He’ll never know any of that.

  If that’s the price I have to pay for saving him from anymore danger, from all the bullshit that plagues me, then I’ll pay it gladly.

  It’s too bad I’m a nasty bitch because of it.