by A. J. Macey
“I love you too,” I found myself whispering, still too shocked to process properly.
“Did I break you?” he teased. At his soft laughter, I came out of my stupor, swatting at his stomach.
“No, Jerkface, you just surprised me. I guess that means now I can see you tied down to someone,” I countered with a smirk. Literally, my mind whispered, a picture of his deep skin against the white of my sheets as he was secured coming to the forefront of my mind. Stone’s laugh was full-bodied, the low noise making my toes curl. “Come on, let’s go see what the others are up to, want to make sure Chase isn’t trying to burn the bar down by doing something ridiculous.”
“I’m going to talk to Brooks and Garrett. You have fun,” Stone murmured, kissing my temple before walking away.
“Kittycat!” Chase hollered from where he stood with Rider, his hand waving in the air. As I walked over, Cheryl called out, holding up a glass for me that I took with a mouthed ‘thank you’ before closing the rest of the distance to my assassin.
“Hey, boys, how’s it going?” I asked, glancing between the two and Elliot who had tagged along.
“Not bad. Where’d you run off to?” Chase asked, looking between us with a miniscule grin.
“Tattooing Stone,” Elliot explained.
“What? Grave got a tattoo?” Rider questioned in surprise. Chase though, gave me a brow raise, picking up on what happened.
“Someone thought it would be a good idea to taunt him into getting a ‘Property of Kiera’ tattoo to show he’s done being an asshole,” Elliot explained, elbowing me in the side.
“He got it?” Chase asked with glee. “That’s amazing. The gang’s back together!”
“Shh,” I hushed him, his hollering catching the attention of everyone around us.
“Sorry, Kittycat. I’ve just wanted you to be happy for the last several months, and it makes me happy to see you finally get back to the old you.”
“You’re adorable,” Elliot teased, looking at me. “Where do I find a guy like him?”
“Elliot, Rider. Rider, Elliot. Mingle, have fun, never know what might happen,” Chase immediately introduced them, maneuvering them together so they faced each other. He tossed them a wink before steering me the other direction.
“You’re such a troublemaker, Chase,” I teased him quietly. “You don’t even know if Rider likes men.”
“Never know what will happen,” Chase sing-songed. “Besides, I saw them eyeballing each other when the tree lighting ceremony was going on. Pretty sure they’ve met before based on how close they’re standing.” Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the two of them standing close enough that their chests almost brushed while Elliot’s hand came to rest on Rider’s forearm.
“All right, fine, you’re right. Let’s leave the two lovebirds to their conversation. I have a Nate and an Abby to give shit to for setting me up with that Mrs. Claus shit.”
“Mrs. Claws, Kittycat,” Chase corrected me.
Meow.
Chapter 17
December 25th
Christmas Day - Right after midnight
Kiera
I was tired and worn out as we got home, but I couldn’t calm my racing mind or my swirling emotions. My body felt as if it was ready to run five miles. Elliot stayed behind at the compound, still talking to Rider when we left, while Val went to his hotel room. I guess the assassin’s life wasn’t quite suited to suddenly staying in a house with so many other people. I slipped out from the passenger seat of Chase’s Audi, having left my truck for Elliot for whenever he decided to come back.
If he came back tonight.
“So, anyone get anything?” I asked as we made it into the house. “Because I didn’t get jack shit from anyone.” A round of nopes went up, a groan working its way out of my throat at the news, but I held it back, choosing to climb onto the counter.
“Uh, what are you doing, Baby?” Brooks questioned. Opening one of the upper most cabinets, I pulled out one of my bottles of reserve liquors, saved only for special occasions.
“Going to pour us some drinks,” I murmured as I climbed down. “Figured having the nice stuff is a good way to ring in the holiday. Or, you know, ’cause we might die before we see 2020. Either or.” I shrugged, setting out five glasses and filling them with a splash of the amber liquid.
“Very cheerful thought for Christmas,” Garrett muttered, taking his glass.
“Am I wrong?” I challenged, my mouth running away from me in an emotional ramble for probably the tenth time in recent weeks. “We’ve spent the last half year apart, hurting or angry, we’re facing some incredibly trained and well-off enemies, we have a rat in the club, and we have officially less than a week to get everything done; otherwise, we’re fucked. Life is short, and I’ve wasted enough time being angry. I want to enjoy Christmas with my men and good alcohol, maybe fuck a few times, I don’t know. Either way, if this is going to be our first and only Christmas together, I would like to enjoy it.”
Everyone stared at me, wide eyes and curiosity blatant in their expression at my rambling. Holding up my glass, I waited to see if they would follow. Sure enough, all four men held their own drinks up for a toast.
“To life,” Chase said, smirking at his own joke.
Get it? Assassin… cheering to life?
Yeah, it’s lame, but funny.
“To loyalty,” Brooks added.
“To the future,” Garrett murmured softly, his gaze flashing a hint of something I couldn’t put my finger on. It was gone before I could figure out if I had actually seen anything at all.
“To survival,” Stone rounded out, all the men looking at me.
“To us.”
The smiles that lit up their faces had me smiling right back, and my chest squeezed tightly with the emotions I refused to push back. Clinking our glasses together, we took our sip. We were silent for a while, all lost in our own heads until Chase decided to do something I wasn’t expecting. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulled me close, kissing me passionately.
“Uh, we’ll let you two have some privacy,” Brooks stated hesitantly. Chase stopped and looked over at them.
“Kittycat wants to get fucked a couple of times, and you three are going to walk away?”
“We can’t all have sex at the same time,” Garrett tried to argue, but I could hear the hesitation in his voice.
“Why not?”
I turned my head, staring at the officers as I started to unbutton Chase’s black shirt. They watched, eyes glued to my fingers as I quickly worked the material open. Brooks moved first, coming up behind me until I felt his hardening cock press into my ass. Cocking a brow, I held out a hand and gestured for the rest to come closer. Garrett was next, hesitant as he walked over, taking Chase’s place as he moved back.
“Still against the sex sharing thing, Stone?” Chase questioned. “Because the four of us will have a grand time with or without you.”
Stone stayed silent while Brooks and Garrett started to kiss their way across my neck and jaw, fingers brushing against me. One final glance at the enforcer was all it took. He took a deep breath and stepped closer.
Merry Christmas to me.
Garrett
Kiera’s lips were soft, moving confidently against mine as Stone stepped up behind her. Brooks sidestepped slightly to make room for him, leaving Kiera trapped between the three of us. The look in her eyes told me how much she wanted this, but I found myself pausing, watching for a split second to read the dynamic. It all felt new again, and I wanted to make sure we were doing right by her. I wanted so much more for Kiera and our future together, but I knew that included the others, so I waited for her signal to continue.
Almost like she could read my mind, she began shaking her hips slightly, teasing Brooks and Stone by rubbing back against them. My cock ticked to life as her tits pressed into my chest, the prickle of her nails running over the back of my neck making me shiver. Reaching up between us, I palmed her chest, squeezing slightly.
She let out a soft whimper as I continued to caress, running my thumbs over her nipples. The sensitive buds started to pebble against the pads of my fingers the more I teased. As Stone and Brooks kissed her neck and shoulders, running their hands over her ass and hips, I started to work the hem of her shirt up. The others pulled back long enough for me to get the material over her head, one of them unclasping her red lacy bra. Brooks hooked two fingers under a strap and slipped it down her arm, the motion revealing her tattooed tits. The black spider webs were dark against her skin, and I was almost mesmerized by the way the lines swelled with each of her breaths.
As soon as the bra was tossed haphazardly off to the side, I moved in. Cupping her, I ducked down and sucked a stiff peak into my mouth. Her gasp was breathy with need, hips starting to rock as one of the other officers rubbed between her legs. The three of us explored her, and Kiera’s nails dug into my back, bringing a sharp sting to the edge of my awareness. The pain only grew when I scraped my teeth over her sensitive nipple, letting me know she was just as affected in the moment as I was.
Swirling my tongue around, I soothed away the ache of my bite. I shifted, trailing kisses across her chest from one tit to the other. Kiera’s nails pulled away, no longer teasing my back. A moment later, she reached for my cock, and I nearly gasped from the anticipation of it all, eager for her to ease the painful throbbing beneath the restricting denim of my jeans. A jolt raced through me when she cupped my length, stroking in time to my circling tongue.
“Way too many clothes,” she breathed, her words thick with desire.
“Then why don’t we take this somewhere a bit comfier?” Chase suggested, his voice startling me. In losing myself with Kiera, I had forgotten he was even in the room. Pushing off from his position where he leaned against the counter, he strode over, scooping Kiera up over his shoulder.
“You are such a troublemaker,” she muttered from where she hung down over his back. Chase’s steps faltered as we followed, a pained moan filling the air. That was when I realized she had bitten his back. As she raked her nails up, his shirt lifted, revealing faint red and healing scratches crisscrossing over his tanned skin.
Hot damn, Kitten has some sharp claws after all, I thought, my cock jumping at the thought of her marking me up like that. But only after I spanked that pretty ass bright red and she was dripping with need.
Oh, she is so going to be bent over my knee before the end of tonight.
Kiera
Chase’s body seized up under my bite, and I knew if I could reach his cock, I would find it rock hard. At the slap he landed on my ass, my pussy surged, further soaking the seam of my pants.
“Bad Kittycat,” he tsked. “I’ll get you back for that. Or Ciar will, seeing as how he loves owning that sexy pussy of yours.”
“Bring it, Chase. Tell him I’ll be waiting,” I challenged. Well, we didn’t get very far, I thought with a smirk. As he set me down, my brow rose as I sassed the two of them. Chase didn’t speak, but I could see the glint in his eyes; I knew I would pay for my attitude later in the best way possible.
“I know you will be, Dove,” Ciar murmured, his gravelly tone deep and rough as he towered over me. Stepping away, he took a seat in one of the armchairs. I was confused at why he would step away until I saw him start to stroke himself, remembering that Chase loved to watch.
“Fuck, Baby, you sure know how to tease a man,” Brooks groaned, coming up and eye fucking me. “But you’re right there are too many clothes. So, why don’t we get you out of these pants, hm?”
He didn’t wait, tugging my leggings down my legs roughly. As soon as one leg was freed from the black fabric, Brooks hitched my leg up onto the couch cushion from where he was kneeling before me. Licking my slit, he had me moaning. The flame in my core flared at the dipping and swirling of his expert tongue. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tugged on the golden blond tresses, urging him faster.
Right as the need almost became too much, a mouth captured mine, swallowing my cry. As my body shuddered, my release subsiding, I cracked open my eyes and found Stone staring at me with a half-lidded gaze. His gaze promised pleasure while his hand slid up my chest and over my neck to grip my jaw. When his head dipped to press his lips to mine, Brooks’s fingers slipped inside me, my hips bucking at the sudden invasion.
I kept one hand tangled in Brooks’s silky hair, my other reaching to my right and working Stone’s belt loose. If I don’t have one of these men in the next few minutes, I may fucking self-combust, I thought as I reached beneath the rough material of Stone’s pants. He was hard and waiting, his cock twitching as I gripped tightly to his shaft. Pumping my hand in time with Brooks’s ministrations, I worked Stone to the brink of release. His soft groans and white knuckled fists told me he was close, his hips bucking against my movements. Before he could come though, I snatched my hand back.
“You want to come, Stone? Then you do it when you fuck me,” I hissed, my body slowly growing tighter as Brooks continued to piston his fingers in and out of me.
“You hear that, Boss?” Stone asked. Brooks’s movements slowed before finally slipping out of me. As I focused on Brooks, Stone shoved his jeans off his legs, kicking them to the side.
“I sure did. Sounds like Kiera wants to see just how well an Ace can ride,” Brooks remarked. “Don’t you, Baby?”
“Show me what you got,” I smarted, excitement winding through my veins at his smirk. Glancing at Stone, Brooks tilted his head, communicating something to his enforcer that I didn’t understand.
Before I knew what was happening, Stone snatched me by my waist, my back pressing into his muscled chest. My feet dangled as he maneuvered us quickly. He sank onto the couch, bringing me with him as he did so. Instead of dropping me into his lap, he held me suspended above his cock. I whined, wiggling as much as I could and teasing the head of Stone’s cock with my slick entrance.
“Our girl wants to come.” Brooks’s hard ass persona was in place as he looked down at me from my suspension. I refused to answer; instead, I jutted my chin out in defiance and waited. “All right then.” Nodding to Stone, Brooks gave him some kind of instruction.
As Stone pulled me down, he pushed in, filling me without mercy. A gasping moan left me at the feeling of being stretched until it was nearly painful. Clawing at the couch cushions, I rode out the sudden flare of heat that flooded me and glanced at Brooks. The fucker looked so pleased with himself as he watched my surprise. So, naturally, I reached out and captured his hard cock. Bringing it to my mouth, I immediately took him in as far as I could. My reward was a growled obscenity and his fist tangled tightly in my hair.
If my release is dependent on Stone because Brooks said so, then he can fucking damn well wait for his own release, I thought with triumph. With each rock of Stone’s hips, I bobbed my head. I wasn’t about to fucking wait until Brooks gave the go ahead for me to orgasm. If he wanted to come, then he could wait until Stone got me off. Glancing to the right, I eyed Chase and Garrett. Each watched with heated eyes and pumping hands, and my core flooded at the attention they were showering me in. I didn’t look away, enjoying the sight of them getting off as I sucked and bounced. My pussy clamped with each thrust from Stone, his cock winding me up tighter. I burned, every nerve electrified as I neared release. Eyes roving my skin only amped up the arousal.
One of Stone’s hands left my waist to reach around, and he rubbed hard, small circles over my clit, while still thrusting his hips into me at a ruthless pace. Try as I might, I barely held on to my orgasm. When I slammed into my release, Brooks’s cock jumped, spurting into the back of my mouth. I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm, my body slowly relaxing as the pleasure eased. Lapping at Brooks’s cock, I swallowed before shoving him away. My brow arched in a silent challenge of ‘is that the best you’ve got?’ as I stared up at him. I knew, based on his heated gaze, that this was far from over. I pulled away from Stone leaving him hard and wanting more as I crawled farther down the long sectio
nal until I could turn and face him. He was going to have to work extra hard if he wanted his release.
What can I say? I am quite the tease.
“Is that how it’s going to be?” I murmured, sitting back on my heels as he watched me. Cupping my tits, I tweaked my nipples in a sharp twist, moaning at the heat and exhilaration that flared when their gazes sharpened, none of them giving anything else even a moment’s notice. Fuck, this is the ultimate power trip. “I don’t give in that easily.”
“Oh, is that so?” Garrett countered, shoving off the chair he was seated in. His jeans were unhooked, his pierced cock barely peeking out in a delicious tease of what I knew lay beneath.
“What are you going to do? Spank me? I know how much you love that,” I sassed, loving the spark that lit up his gaze as he strode over.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Kitten.” Before I could give some kind of response, Garrett sank down onto the couch and patted his lap. “Get your pretty ass over here,” he commanded softly.
I debated fighting him, giving a feisty response, but I couldn’t. His heated demand just fueled the fire and made me want more. Crawling over his lap, I positioned myself the way I knew he wanted me. With my chest and knees pressed into the couch cushion and arms above my head, my ass stuck up into the air. If I stretched my arms out just a bit, I would be able to run my fingers along Stone’s leg from where he was leaned back against the arm. I didn’t though, wanting him to watch and wait his turn just like the others.
“Yeah, you love this.”
Garrett didn’t speak anymore, his hand rubbing up my bare thigh until he could grab ahold of my ass. I couldn’t stop my whimper, pussy clenching at the thought of Garrett and his spanking. Being the asshole he was, he continued to tease by running his hands over my skin, taking his time before finally giving me what I wanted. The first smack was softer but well placed, the sting melting into a wave of warmth. Teasing a bit more, he ran his fingertips over my pebbled skin before finally delivering the second spank. This time, the pain was sharper, and my moan was muffled by the couch, but Garrett knew what it did to me, so he swiped his fingers over my slick entrance. Smearing my own arousal over my ass and thighs, Garrett tortured me slowly. By the time the third spank came, I was nearly vibrating with need.