Guarded by Them (Dirty Twisted Love, #2)

by Farrar, Marissa

  He chuckled and slid onto the bed beside her. He threw his leg over the top of Rue’s and mine, pinning us both to the bed. The movement reminded me of the previous night, where he’d held me down by my throat and taken me, and my body reacted to the memory.

  Perhaps sensing that change in me, picking up on my pheromones, Rue lifted herself slightly to look into my face. She touched her fingers to my cheek, my jaw bristly from not shaving that morning, and leaned in and lightly pressed her lips to mine.

  Arousal sparked like a flame inside me, burning through my body, my cock hardening. It was as though my body knew what I needed before my brain had a chance to process it. Rue seemed to understand, too, as she kissed me harder, her tongue lapping into my mouth. I did the same, and our tongues slid over each other, twisting around, tasting every inch of each other’s mouths.

  Movement came behind Rue. Kodee wanted to get in on the action. I glanced past Rue to see him kissing the back of her neck, his hand tracing the outline of her body.

  There was a hand on my dick, but it didn’t belong to Rue. Dillon was propped up on his elbow, his other hand over the front of my pants. Even as Rue kissed me, Dillon squeezed my cock over my clothing, and I let out a gasp.

  “We shouldn’t,” I protested, only half-heartedly. “Not in someone else’s house.”

  “He won’t be back for hours,” Dillon said. “You need this, Ryan. You know you do.”

  He was right.

  Dillon’s strokes grew firmer, and I lifted my hips, pressing into his palm. Rue gave a little moan against my lips, and I knew Kodee must have pushed his hand down the back of her panties, fingering her from behind.

  The four of us together was so fucking hot, I thought I might lose my mind.

  I heard the whine of a zipper, and cool air hit my cock as Dillon reached for me. He undid the button of my pants for easier access then pulled me out. His fist circled my dick, and he pumped me with slow, firm movements. I glanced down to discover he was touching himself as well, two dicks in his hands, mine and his own.

  Dillon crawled down the front of my body and stopped above my cock. He looked up at me and held my eye as he covered the head with his mouth and then bobbed down deep.

  “Oh, shit.”

  I hit the back of his throat, the feeling insane, and then he swallowed me even deeper. He gagged slightly, the back of his throat contracting around my dick. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but seeing tears pricking from the corners of Dillon’s eyes made me want to shoot my load then and there. He moved his mouth back up, circling the head with his tongue, then slid his lips down to my root again. I reached for him and laced my fingers through his soft, dark hair, and my eyes slipped shut as I drowned in the sensation of Dillon’s mouth sliding up and down my dick. Beside me, I could hear Rue and Kodee’s groans of pleasure, and the wet sounds of Kodee’s thick fingers jammed inside Rue’s pussy.

  My arousal climbed higher, and I thought I was close, but then I felt only cool air on my cock and realized Dillon had released me.

  I opened my eyes. “Why did you stop?”

  “I want to take your ass,” Dillon growled, looking up at me.

  I wasn’t going to complain about that.

  At some point, Kodee had rid Rue of her jeans. She twisted back toward me and kissed me again, pulling me onto my side so I was facing her. She reached for my cock and stroked me, my skin wet and slippery from Dillon’s spit. Dillon pulled himself back up the bed to settle in behind me.

  “Think you can take both of us?” Kodee asked Rue from over her shoulder. “Ryan in your pussy and me in your ass?”

  She nodded, frantic. “Oh, yes. God, yes.”

  Kodee leaned back down the side of the bed, to where he’d left one of the bags, and pulled something out.

  “Here.” He threw a small bottle to Dillon.

  Dillon frowned at the item. “You bought lube?”

  Kodee shrugged. “I grabbed it when we stopped at the last place. I figured, after last night, it would come in handy.”

  He wasn’t wrong.

  Rue slipped her leg over the top of my hip, opening herself up to me. I fisted my cock and positioned it at her entrance. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, loving the soft pillows of her pussy and her wet heat, and then gave another little thrust, breaching her. She groaned and squirmed up against me, taking me deeper still. With me inside her, we held each other close. We stared into each other’s eyes, but stayed still, with her pussy wrapped around my cock, allowing the other two to get into position.

  Behind me, Dillon slicked lube over his fingers. He reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart, giving himself better access. His finger probed my hole and pushed inside, then added a second. Oh, fuck. It took every ounce of my self-control not to just fuck Rue while he was doing that. The pleasure was intense. But she was a good girl, too, and didn’t move, knowing all four of us needed to be ready. Dillon worked me, slowly and carefully, stretching me open, readying me for his dick.

  “I’m taking you now,” he said, his body slotting in behind mine.

  The head of his cock was smooth and slippery at my back entrance. I exhaled a long breath, relaxing my body, and he pushed forward, stretching my ring with a sting of pain, the head of his cock pushing inside.

  I wasn’t thinking about my leg anymore.

  Dillon handed the lube back to Kodee. He squirted a good amount on his cock and then on his fingers. I could feel the moment he touched Rue back there, her body tensing.

  Kodee pressed his cock up against Rue’s ass. She let out a little squeak.

  “Breathe,” I told her. “Relax.”

  I knew how it felt to have Kodee’s huge dick forcing its way in back there. She was being filled and stretched to the point where she thought she might break.

  “Fuck, Rue. I’m right inside you,” Kodee groaned.

  “Oh, God. I feel so full.”

  “I’m not hurting you?” he asked.

  “Only a little, but it feels good. Don’t stop.”

  There were a few giggles as we tried to find a rhythm, everything slightly awkward and jolty at first, but then we did, and all signs of laughter fell away.

  I moved slowly, conscious of having Dillon inside me and me being inside Rue. It felt incredible, but we needed to take our time. I didn’t know what felt more intense—having Rue’s pussy wrapped around my dick, or having Dillon’s cock thrusting in and out of my ass. The combination made my head spin.

  “I can feel you moving inside her,” Kodee said, looking at me from over Rue’s shoulder. “When I push in at the same time as you, I can feel the bulge of your cock.”

  I nodded, sucking in a shuddery breath. “I can feel you, too. It’s so fucking hot.”

  Even though I’d had Kodee inside me, there was something even more erotic in both of us being inside Rue at the same time, separated only by her. It was like I was inside Kodee as well, which was something we’d never done. Kodee only ever liked to top with me.

  Within minutes, Rue was crying out with every stroke. Dillon’s breath was hot and heavy against the back of my ear. I could feel every inch of him as he withdrew almost to the point of pulling out, only to slam back in with a forceful grunt. Normally, I’d have pushed back on him, but this time his movements shoved me into Rue, and the three of us met when none of us could get any deeper.

  The blend of pleasure coming from both Dillon inside me and me being inside Rue was insane. To think that some people went their whole lives without experiencing how incredible this felt. I was reaching my climax, getting closer with every passing second. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and while I’d normally fight against it, trying to put off the moment, I didn’t have any more strength left in me.

  I kissed Rue again, tasting her sweet lips and touching her tongue with mine, but she seemed as close to losing it as I was. Her eyes were half shut, her breathing short and frantic. Little cries pealed from between her lips, and her breasts bou
nced as she was slammed between me and Kodee. Hearing those noises only brought me closer, my balls tightening hard, the ache to release myself becoming almost unbearable.

  “Oh, God,” she cried. “Oh, fuck.”

  Her pussy pulsed around me, her inner muscles gripping me tight. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I released myself in a rush of hot fluid and mind-blowing pleasure.

  Dillon and Kodee came seconds later, Dillon filling me with his face buried against the back of my neck and his groans of bliss in my ear.

  We fell in a heap together, all breathing hard, skin slippery with sweat, our hearts pounding as one. I held Rue closer, Dillon cuddled in behind me, Kodee behind Rue.

  And the rush of endorphins swept away the pain.

  Chapter Ten

  Rue

  A GENTLE HAND SHOOK me awake.

  “Timmo’s back,” Kodee said. “We can’t let him find us like this.”

  We were a tangle of arms and legs, and a mess of sticky, sweaty bodies, with the stink of sex in the room.

  Shit.

  “Use the bathroom,” he told me. “The rest of us can just throw some clothes on. We’ll wash up later.”

  We’d also all fallen asleep together, something we’d promised ourselves would never happen again because of what Ryan did in his sleep. But no one was hurt—this time, at least. Still, my stomach churned with anxiety at the possibility of what might have happened.

  We didn’t have time to worry about all of that now. I grabbed my clothes and ran for the bathroom, feeling decidedly slippery between my thighs. There was an old, chipped porcelain tub, with a shower head in a holder. A threadbare towel hung from a rail. I quickly turned on the water and stepped in, washed myself down using an old bar of soap, not even giving the water time to warm up. Then I jumped out again and toweled myself off and hurriedly threw my clothes back on. I definitely didn’t want the old guy to find me like this, or any of us, for that matter. I didn’t know how much he was aware of our current situation, but I doubted he’d be happy about us all sharing.

  I emerged from the bathroom, and Ryan slipped in after me, kissing the top of my head as he passed by. He’d put his leg back on while I was showering.

  “You going to be okay in there by yourself?” I asked him, realizing the setup was far from ideal, considering his disability.

  “I’ll manage.” He caught sight of the chipped tub and grimaced.

  This definitely wasn’t the kind of luxury he was used to back at the apartment, where they’d each had their own bathrooms, and Ryan’s had been designed especially for him. Ryan would hate for anyone to feel sorry for him—especially some girl who’d probably lived a worse life even than he had—but I still couldn’t help it. My heart ached for his struggles, and there was nothing I could do to make things better, except for the thing we’d done a couple of hours ago, of course. In fact, me being in his life had made things harder. He no longer had his doctors or therapists, and I had no idea how long he could go on like that. Kodee talked about him finding new ones for Ryan when we settled down, but would that be soon enough? We didn’t even know where we were going to end up, or how long we’d be running. Ryan wasn’t built for life on the road, not anymore, and I hated that I played such a big part in his discomfort.

  Voices came from the front of the cabin, where Kodee and Dillon had gone to greet Timmo. I raked my hands through my hair and straightened myself up best I could. So long as I didn’t look as though I’d just been thoroughly fucked, I was sure our host wouldn’t suspect anything was off about the relationship between the four of us.

  I caught the end of the conversation as I went out to greet them.

  “—be here by morning,” Timmo ended.

  “Shit,” Kodee swore. “I should have grabbed more equipment before we’d left the apartment. I’d thought you’d already have everything.”

  Timmo shrugged. “I’ve been working on another side of the business more recently. You want to see my setup?”

  Kodee exchanged a glance with Dillon and shrugged. “Sure.”

  They caught sight of me, loitering in the back.

  “You want to join us, young lady?” Timmo asked.

  “I guess.” I wasn’t sure where we were going.

  “What about your friend?”

  “He’ll be out shortly.”

  Timmo didn’t seem to care one way or another. He gestured to the back of the cabin, to a door that led out onto the back. “It’s this way.”

  We followed him out of the back door and into the yard. Ahead stood a second, smaller building, only this one had a metal door and no windows. Timmo had a key hung from a piece of leather cord around his neck, and he pulled it out from under his shirt and used it to unlock the door. He reached inside and fumbled on the wall for a moment, before finding the light switch and clicking it on.

  “Here we are.”

  I exchanged a glance with Dillon, who nudged me in the side with his elbow, then we followed Timmo and Kodee inside.

  I found myself in what was clearly Timmo’s workspace.

  The printing equipment was similar to the one back at the apartment, only on a larger scale. Sheaves of paper were bundled, stacked, and wrapped in clear plastic. Frowning, I picked up one of the sheets and stared down at it. My eyes widened in surprise. It was a page of fifty-dollar bills.

  “Holy shit.”

  Timmo chuckled. “Yeah, this is what I’m into now. The pay is better.”

  But he lived in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.

  “I don’t understand,” I said. “You have all this money, but you live all the way out here, in this...” I gestured back to the cabin but didn’t know what to say without insulting the guy.

  Kodee stepped in for me, and I shot him a grateful look. “She means that you live so simply, even though you could potentially be living in a mansion.”

  “Meh,” he shrugged. “I have everything I need here. Besides, men who live in mansions for no good reason get noticed. This brings in money, so I don’t ever go wanting, but living out here means no one ever asks me any difficult questions. It’s worth it to be left alone. I get to live the life I want to live—hunting and fishing and not having to worry about anyone but myself.”

  I wanted to point out that he could probably do that without having to forge money, but I kept my mouth shut.

  “Anyway,” he continued, “I’m good at what I do, and I enjoy it. It screws with the government, and that’s always a good thing in my book. I’d tell you to help yourselves, but I’ve got a feeling getting picked up for counterfeit money wouldn’t help you any right now.”

  “You got that right.” Kodee nodded. “And we’re fine for money. We just need the passport sorted.”

  “I’ll have what I need to get that done for you in the morning.”

  “Great, thanks.”

  We backed out of the makeshift office and crossed the back yard to the cabin. Ryan had made it out of the bedroom and was sitting on the couch. He wore his prosthetic leg again, and there was a little more color in his face, which I was glad to see.

  “Now,” Timmo clapped his hands together, “who’s hungry?”

  “Me,” I replied instantly. I was starving. It felt like it had been a long time since we’d had breakfast at the diner, and no matter how enthusiastic Dillon was about road trip snacks, it wasn’t the same as a proper meal. I was used to going hungry—not only during my time growing up, but also with the men who’d previously owned me—but I’d been spoiled during my time with Kodee, and my stomach had gotten used to three square meals.

  “Good. And who wants a beer?”

  Everyone put up their hands, and Timmo chuckled then bent to the fridge and pulled out an eight-pack. He set about handing them out, and the room filled with hisses as the cans were cracked open. I took a sip. The beer was cold and fizzy, bubbles going up my nose. Beer wasn’t something I drank much of, but in this situation, it felt right.

  Timmo started rustlin
g through cupboards.

  “Anything I can do to help?” I offered.

  “You any good at peeling potatoes?”

  I laughed. “I think I can manage that.”

  Kodee got to his feet as well. “I’ll help.”

  “Great. The potatoes are in the basket under the counter. I grew them myself, so they’re gonna need a good scrub.”

  Timmo vanished out back and returned holding a slab of dark meat that must have been hanging in a cool room somewhere. “This should give us some decent looking venison steaks,” he said, slamming the meat down onto the counter. He fished out a massive butcher’s blade to cut it down.

  I located the potatoes and ran a sink of warm water then emptied the potatoes into the water to clean and peel.

  Kodee stepped in beside me and got to work, scrubbing the potatoes clean, before dropping them back into the water for me to fish out and peel. I was conscious of how our bodies were hip to hip, my shoulder pressed into his side. Our hands brushed together in the bowl of muddy potato water. His palm slid over the back of mine, our fingers interlinking, and he squeezed my hand. I leaned into him, wanting to turn and bury my face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him. Something about Kodee’s scent had always been so comforting—it had been since the first day I’d been brought to the apartment and he’d given me his shirt to wear.

  Timmo ignored us and got on with cutting up the meat. He was of the generation who knew how to mind their own business. He’d clearly spotted there was more than just friendship or a business arrangement going on between us, but he didn’t ask about it. It simply wasn’t his business, and he seemed happy to keep it that way.

  Before long, we had potatoes and venison frying. The smell was incredible, and my stomach gurgled, my mouth flooding with saliva. When the food was ready, we all sat around the rustic dining table and filled our stomachs with meat and fried potatoes and washed it down with cold beer. The atmosphere was relaxed and just, well, normal, and for a moment I entertained the possibility that this could be the place we ended up. Well, maybe not this exact place, with Timmo living here as well, but somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, where no one was going to bother us. When we’d first arrived, I’d been fearful of the solitude, the quiet, and the space, but I was starting to see the appeal. I would happily hole away with the guys somewhere like this and live off the land, and cook together every night, and fall asleep to the sound of cicadas chirping in the back yard.