by J Bree
Then keys slide into the lock and Blaise is cursing low and vicious under his breath and I’m the one pouting.
Firm hands band around my hips and Ash pulls me out of Blaise’s lap. “Time’s up, Mounty.”
On the Sunday before classes go back Harley sends everyone else back to the boy’s room while I’m in the shower getting ready for bed. When I step out and find him alone, perched on my bed in nothing but his boxers I gulp. Not in fear but in pure fucking lust.
“Uhm—“
He cuts me off. “I need another truth from you, babe.”
I frown and step up until I’m standing between his legs, his big hands spanning my hips and drawing me in until he’s taking up all of my senses. He raises his eyebrows at me and I nod.
“Avery went through my budgets with me when my inheritance came through and I told her to take out the exact amount I owed her. She was short and when I confronted her about it she told me you’ve been paying for my shit. Is that true?”
Fuck.
Avery hadn’t warned me about this, dammit!
Harley nods like it’s written all over my face even though I’m sure it’s not. “So while I was being an asshole to you, you were paying for my tuition, my hotels, my fucking food. Everything.”
I clear my throat. “Look, I had to. The Jackal was looking for any little opening to take you out and having you on the Beaumont payroll would have been the easiest opening for him. I was keeping you safe.”
He shakes his head and lets his hands slide down until he’s palming my ass, squeezing and kneading. “I’m not angry, babe. I’m hungry. I’m fucking starving and you’re the only thing on the menu I want. One taste of what you’ve got and now I’m fucking addicted. Spread those legs for me.”
Oh God. How the fuck did I end up with three Alpha males? And how the good goddamn did I find the only Alphas in the history of the Earth that are happy to share with each other? Sweet lord, I’m going to have a fucking heart attack.
Harley gets tired of waiting for me to come to my senses and do what he’s asking, so he grabs the backs of my thighs to lift me and spread me out on the bed how he wants me. I’m only wearing my shirt and panties, and the tiny triangle of lace covering my pussy is torn from my body like it’s a fucking insult to his very nature, and he groans like he really is a starved man.
“Take a deep breath and settle in, babe, because I’m not stopping until you’ve come on my tongue at least eleven times. One for every fucking diamond you’ve given for me.”
I squirm and try to sit up, his hang ups on the favors and the money grating on me, but he flattens a big palm against my chest and pins me to the mattress. I want to say the dominant action pisses me off but the trickle of my wetness that lands on my sheets prove that’s a lie.
“There is no way I can come eleven times,” I croak and he scoffs at me.
“Start counting, baby.”
By the fifth orgasm I’m nearly crying from the overstimulation but he’s ruthless, driving me out of my mind with sensation until I’m a sobbing mess over the bed. Number eleven leaves me with numb fingers and toes, I’m fucking destroyed and he’s the most smug asshole you’ve ever seen as he curls me onto his chest. I can feel his dick digging into my belly and I quickly decide that even Avery walking in here right now couldn’t stop me from making him come too. I give myself thirty seconds to figure out how to work my limbs again and then I flip up to straddle his legs.
Harley’s eyes flare but he gets on board with my plan pretty freaking quick, sitting up and pulling me until I’m right where he wants me.
“Get this fucking shirt off.” He mumbles, and I laugh as he rips it off of me. My hips roll down on his, grinding away mindlessly and leaving a wet patch on his boxers. He groans like he’s being murdered and I swear it’s the hottest noise ever.
“Fuck babe, these tits.” He bites his lip so hard I expect to see blood, and his eyes worship all of the newly exposed skin. His calloused hands are rough against my soft skin as he cups them, rolling my nipples like he had back at the docks.
“Do they feel fine?” I snark at him even though my breath hitches in my throat and I sound like a tramp. I’m still just a little pissed about his comment last year and fuck it if I’m not going to give him shit for saying it. He doesn’t take any notice of me; all of his focus is centered on my boobs.
His hands squeeze and stroke, he mumbles, “Perfect,” and then he ducks down to suck my nipple into his mouth. Holy sweet lord fuck. I’m dripping. When he moves over to the other nipple he catches my eye and, with a wink, he growls, “Taste perfect too, babe.”
I moan and try to remember what the hell I’m doing. Right. I’m going to suck Harley’s dick and I’m going to do it right. I pull his face back up so I can kiss him, pulling his hair to angle him just right. Fuck, he’s like a drug.
“Why aren’t you naked yet?” I mumble, biting at his lip.
He chuckles at me and then tugs at his boxers, lifting his hips and grinding into me as he gets them off, and then he’s naked as well. Oh, Lordy.
He kisses me, deep and long and entirely too fucking hot, while he strokes himself. I whine into his lips and wrap my hand around his dick as well, craving the heat and the weight of it and needing a few seconds to figure this out. He grunts into my lips, moving my hand until I’m stroking him exactly how he likes it, firm and curling around the head.
Fuck him and his rational thought.
I wriggle down his body until I come face-to- well… dick. Harley’s legs tense up. I glance back up at him and he’s gritting his teeth like the sight of me face-down in his lap is all his dreams come true. Huh. Maybe it is. He moves his hand away from his dick as I lick my lips.
Good, I don’t want him playing with what’s mine right now.
I wonder if the guys would tattoo my name down their dicks, too?
I wrap my hand around the base and give it another tug, enjoying the heat and weight of him in my hand. Harley runs a gentle hand through my hair, his eyes soft on mine, but I don’t want soft. I want him shaking with need like I am whenever he touches me.
“You’ve been tested lately, right? I refuse to swallow if you haven’t,” I say, arching an eyebrow at him even as my face flames.
He freezes for a second and then all of the gentle in him burns out, replaced by heady lust. “We all got tested when we agreed to share you. We’re clean. Now make me come, babe. I want to taste myself on your lips.”
I groan, my pussy waking up for round twelve, but there’s no time for that now. I run my tongue up the length of him, swirling around the head like he’s a spoonful of ice cream and I’m craving that sweet cherry on my tongue. Harley grunts when I do it again, slow and teasing, I want to push him like he pushes me.
When his jaw clenches I finally close my lips around him, taking as much of him in as I can, forgetting I need to breathe now I have him in my mouth. I pause for a second, just long enough to get my bearings and then I suck, pumping at the base with my hand because there’s no way I can fit his whole dick in my mouth or my damn throat.
Fuck, I can’t wait to feel him buried deep inside my pussy. I groan around him and the noise he makes has me humming to keep him on edge.
He starts to ramble on, mindless streams like he can’t control his mouth. “Fuck. Fuck, baby. Oh… that’s my girl. How the fuck is this the first time you’ve done this, fuck me. You were made to take my cock, babe.”
I know when he gets close because his hand threads into my hair and fists tight like he’s going to pull me away but I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to swallow, at least this once. If it’s gross I’ll never do it again. He tugs a little and I only suck harder until he’s coming down my throat.
It’s not French toast and ice cream, but it’s not terrible either.
Harley pulls me up and into his arms, moving me around until he can kiss me, slow and sweet. He’s fucking perfect.
I could sleep for a week.
When I t
ell him that he tucks us both up in my bed, flicking the light off, and pulls his phone out. I assume it’s to ask Avery to sleep in the guy’s room but when he chuckles I suspect he’s fucking bragging.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I murmur and Harley pulls me onto his chest, cradling me gently against him.
“Just making sure Blaise knows I don’t need any lessons on how to make you come, baby. The little fuck could learn from me.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you’ve made it a competition. Of course.”
Harley drops a kiss on my head and murmurs, “It’s not a competition. We both just want you. But if it were a competition, we both know I’d be winning it.”
I bite him in retaliation and I fall asleep to the rumble in his chest under my ear.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Someone is breaking in.
I hear the window open and a body climb lithely in. It’s too skilled to be a student, this is the efficient work of someone who breaks into places a lot and they’re moving quietly enough that even Harley doesn’t wake. I reach over and grip my knife as I hear the clinking noise of chains rattling on a pair of boots. Great. I know who those belong to; I’ve heard that noise too many times in the past before.
I slide a hand over Harley’s mouth carefully and he wakes up instantly.
“You might want to get some bars on those windows, girlie.”
Harley curses loud and vicious as he gets out of the bed. He pulls on boxers before he hits the lights. He grabs one of Blaise’s shirts that’s hanging on my bedpost to pull over my head, using his body as a shield so his uncle doesn’t get an eyeful. Diarmuid watches us both with a cackling laugh.
“I thought you didn’t mind sharing her, buachaill beag?”
One minute Harley is helping me lift the blankets and get out of the bed discreetly and the next he’s landing a severe right hook into Diarmuid’s cheek, knocking him to the ground. I scramble forward to grab Harley but he doesn’t lay into him. He just stands over him with fire in his eyes and says, “If you imply she’s a slut up for grabs again I’ll fucking kill you.”
Diarmuid rubs his jaw and stands, frowning. “Makes no fuckin’ sense to me. I hear a rumor the girl you’re in love with is out with both your best friends and I expect you to be dealing with it like a man would. Instead you’re fuckin’ sharing her?”
Harley shrugs. “I don’t care if you get it. Is that all? See yourself out.”
Then he turns his back and leans down to kiss my forehead gently, cupping my cheek sweetly until I’m a puddle on the floor.
“Right. Wolfie’s off limits. I’m not here to talk about your love life anyway, I’m here because I’d like to join your merry little band.”
I freeze and cut a look at him.
I do not trust Diarmuid. I don’t trust him one fucking bit. Harley glares at him and then flicks his eyes over to me, his eyebrows doing a complicated dance I don’t quite understand.
Fuck it. “Why?”
Diarmuid pulls out one of the chairs at the bench and slouches down into it, too casual for my liking. This is still my fucking room and I’m the Wolf of Mounts Bay, for fuck’s sake.
“The Jackal wasn’t very happy with me choosing your side in the car. He’s making my life pretty fucking difficult so I need to swear allegiance somewhere. The Crow is a cock, no chance of me signing up under some suit pretending to be rough. I’m not a fucking biker, so the Boar’s out.”
I roll my eyes at him and cut him off. “Well, I don’t take people in out of fucking pity so no. Try the Viper or the Fox.”
Diarmuid grins at me and shrugs. “They’ve both sided with the Jackal. Besides, you took the Butcher in. He’d be dead without you. If my little nephew isn’t sharing you with the sick fuck then what’s he giving you? I’ll pay double.”
I use Harley’s body as a shield to pull yoga pants on without flashing my ass at his uncle and then I stalk forward to stand in front of the Irish bastard.
“He gave me his loyalty, without question, like he always fucking has. You don’t have a loyal bone in your body, O’Cronin. Fuck knows how Éibhear had it because the rest of you lot certainly don’t,” I snap, and hope that isn’t crossing some line with Harley.
Diarmuid’s eyes flick between us and the way his face sets I know Harley’s backing me perfectly. Thank fuck.
“Right. You want loyalty, little girl? Name your price and I’ll pay it. What’s it going to take to prove my loyalty?”
Harley scoffs at him. “Maybe start with showing her some fucking respect.”
Diarmuid’s jaw clenches. “My apologies. Wolf, what can I do?”
I roll my shoulders back and stare at him while I think. I don’t want to induct him, I don’t want a fucking empire, but we could use another set of skilled hands while we’re being hunted. Fuck it.
“The Jackal has put out a hit. I need every single man, woman, and child in the Bay to know that touching anyone under my protection is signing their own death warrant. The Butcher is aiming for subtlety at the moment so we don’t rock the boat with the other members.”
Diarmuid snorts. “The Jackal has flipped the fuckin’ boat. The boat has sunk, litt- Wolf.” He catches himself and shoots a look at Harley.
“Right. So I need you to be obvious about it. If you want to prove you’re going to be loyal and one of mine I want the entire fucking state to know that they could catch a bullet between the eyes at any second from the best sniper in the country if they cross me.”
Diarmuid’s eyes narrow at me and I stare him down. Harley steps up until he’s at my side and close enough that if his uncle tries something stupid, like pulling one of his guns on me, he can take him out before he can pull the trigger. I’m not worried. Diarmuid will never be a trusted member of our family, even if he does prove his ‘loyalty’. He’s only ever looked out for himself. He might be pissed about his father killing his brother but he didn’t come looking for that revenge until Harley was old enough, and big enough, to do the dangerous work himself.
I don’t trust this man.
“Fine. I’ll start shooting every Tom, Dick, and fuckin’ Harry that so much as whispers your name wrong. At what point does this get me in?” he asks, standing and straightening his jacket and running his fingers through his mussed, shoulder-length hair.
I shrug at him, nonchalant. “Impress me.”
He snorts, then gives me a ridiculous and very obviously mocking bow, then leaves through the door. Harley watches his every step and doesn’t relax until the door clicks shut behind him.
“He’s not being inducted.” He says, and I shake my head.
“No. He’s not. But he can lighten Illi’s workload for a while until we know if there’s another reason he’s coming to us.”
I wait until family dinner before telling the rest of the guys about our midnight visitor.
Avery immediately gets on her phone and orders bars for the windows in both our rooms and I kick myself for not thinking about it sooner. Blaise gets on Harley’s case about his fucked up family and Ash ends up snapping at them both to cut their shit out.
“The real problem here is what the hell is going on in the Bay,” he says, and I nod.
“It’s war. The Coyote warned us, and now more of the Twelve are choosing sides. We have the Crow, because he will never side with the Jackal so as long as we toe the line we have him. The Coyote and the Boar have both refused the Jackal. I need to find out where the others fall.”
Ash snorts. “We’re not toeing the line though, are we? Sending the O’Cronin dickhead after the Jackal’s minions is a move against another member.”
I smirk and shrug. “What the Crow doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Or us.”
Avery sighs and stabs at her curry with extra force. “If we’re turning this into a business meeting then I think you should all know that Annabelle is amping up her slander campaign and I’m having to clean up after the disgusting gold-digging whore. She’s gone to ever
y member of the school board about your relationship and said that she doesn’t want Lips slandering the good name of Hannaford by… participating in orgies.”
Blaise chuckles under his breath. “Are you three having orgies without me? I thought we discussed this, all for one and one for all.”
I slap a hand over my face to try and hide my blush while Avery screeches like she’s been stabbed.
“It’s not fucking funny,” Harley snaps, and Blaise flicks a pea from his curry at him.
“It’s called lightening the mood, asshole. What can we do about Annabelle that Avery isn’t already doing?”
Avery cuts through them both before they can start fighting again. “Kill her. I vote we just get rid of her.”
I blanch and gape at her. I mean, I knew she was a bloodthirsty dictator but I kind of thought I’d have to convince her to let me kill Annabelle. Well, I assume I’m the one killing her. I doubt anyone else will put their hands up for the task.
“We talked about this. She’s a dumb slut. We can’t just run around killing dumb sluts,” Harley says and takes a swig of his beer. I narrow my eyes at him and he grins sheepishly.
Ash looks between us both but I can tell he’s uncomfortable. “I’m with Harley. If we kill her we’re as bad as Joey and Senior.”
I shrug and look at Avery, but she too busy rolling her eyes. “And of course Blaise will side with you and majority rules. I’ll just keep running around after her when we have a permanent solution at hand that we ignore.”
I bump her shoulder with mine. “I’ll gut her for you the second she looks sideways at you. Or tries to touch one of the guys.”
Avery huffs. “And what about you? I want her in the ground so she stops spreading bullshit about you.”
I grin at her. “Aw. That’s why you’re my favorite.”
When classes start after winter break, I bury myself in homework again. I finish all of the readings for our literature class, the workbooks for math, and I blitz past Harley in our history class. I even offer to do his half of the assignments so he has less on his plate and can spend more time with me.