by Celia Aaron
Jax put a hand on her back and pushed her down onto me, her tits now pressed into my hard chest. I licked her lips until she opened them for me. Jax spread her ass wide and began pushing forward. She yelped. I swallowed the sound.
“So tight,” Jax grated.
The pressure increased slowly on me, her pussy growing even more snug as Jax sank deeper and deeper into her virgin asshole. She kept rocking, rubbing and sliding against me as I moved my hips up to meet hers.
“I’m in. Jesus, am I in.” Jax still had both hands on her ass, pulling her open so he could see his shaft disappearing inside her.
He began to move, matching her small strokes. The small strokes gradually became bigger and bigger until she was sliding on both cocks, both holes filled to the brim.
Jax yanked her up by her hair, taking her mouth from me. He wrapped his arm around her ribs and held her against him as the thrusted harder and harder. He was crazed. So was I. When he held her up like that, I could see it all. Her pussy, my dick, her bouncing tits, the shadow of Jax behind her.
A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin and her hair was curling in damp waves. She reached up and clasped her hands behind his neck, but her eyes never strayed from mine. My cock felt like it might blow any second just from the look in her eyes.
I took one hand from her thigh and moved it up to stroke her clit. No longer hidden beneath its little hood, it was engorged, needy. I put my thumb against my cock as it rammed in and out in the rhythm she and Jax chose. I took the wetness and pressed on the nub before rubbing around it.
She cried out, the sound ending in a moan as I continued my strokes. She bounced on our cocks, both of us embedded as deep inside her as we could go at intervals. Jax slapped into her ass, the sound drumming into my mind, seared into my memory. And the way she looked. Wild, bitten, and marked. Claimed by us.
It seemed impossible, but she was getting even tighter. When Jax sank his teeth into her shoulder, she made an mmm sound and her pussy began convulsing around me.
She slammed down onto my cock, grinding her clit into my thumb as she screamed out her orgasm. The sound alone would have made me shoot. I did, squirting hot spend into her. I couldn’t control my yells as my dick took over and darkness blurred the edges of my vision.
Jax was yelling, too, but I was too obsessed with my own release, with her light blue eyes watching me, to care. When he released his grip on her, she slumped forward onto my chest.
Her breath was against my nipple, fast and hard.
Jax fell backward and just lay there, staring up at the ceiling and breathing like he’d sprinted a mile.
She went to shift off me, but I held her still. I wanted my dick to stay tucked inside her for as long as possible.
We all lay like that for several minutes. Recovering. I absentmindedly ran my hands up and down her back. I’d gotten a better view of her ink as Jax had whipped her. I wondered what the tattoo was for. Why would a rich girl like her get that sort of expansive ink? Seemed like her daddy or future husband would be mad.
But she didn’t have a future, I reminded myself. Not after noon today, anyway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jax
I hated coming into the city in the middle of the day. Everything was so open, so exposed. Night was my hunting grounds. And the airfields? Too open. Too easy for a sniper to take a crack at me. But a deal was a deal.
I checked on Charlotte for about the hundredth time since we left the cabin. She lay still in the backseat floorboard, a black bag over her head.
I didn’t have to cover her face. It wasn’t like she’d be retracing her steps or telling the authorities anything. No, I had a different reason for this extra bit of sadism. For once in my long, blood-spattered career, I felt something akin to guilt. I don’t think I was capable of feeling the real emotion. But it was close. It tore at me every time I looked at her, my shirt tenting around her and Liam’s shorts cinched ridiculously around her far-too-small waist. I’d even left her wrists unbound. All the fight seemed to have gone from her.
“Fuck!” Liam banged his hand on the steering wheel as we turned into the airfield.
“You feeling it, too?”
He nodded. “Too late now, brother. Too fucking late.”
She wasn’t crying. She was calm. It was almost unnerving. Would I be so calm when it was my turn to take a bullet between the eyes?
Liam drove up to a hangar at the back of the airport. A black limo was already parked out front. He pulled in beside it. The sun was blazing overhead, making shimmers dance along the blacktop. The building was open, but inside was murky compared to the dazzling sunlight.
“Stay frosty.”
“Same to you.” Liam put his hand on the door handle. He hesitated. “Shit. I don’t think I can… We could do other jobs.”
“We could.”
“We could just take her and fucking go.”
I scrubbed a hand down my face and rubbed my jaw. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking the same thing for the past hour.
A tap at the glass next to my head. I whipped out my pistol, ready to pull the trigger. Then I saw the shock of bright blonde hair. Felicia with her semi-auto at the ready. Looks like she’d been called in as personal security detail for Reynolds. Fuck. Shit just got real.
“Pull into the hangar,” she said.
“Just follow my lead,” Liam drove until the car was in the shadows and killed the engine.
“Fuck you. Follow mine.” I got out.
“Boys. Been too long.” Felicia sidled up to me and ran her hand along my crotch like she owned it.
I caught her wrist. “Business first, Felicia. You know that.”
She smirked, her too-red lips almost garish. How did I ever think she was hot?
“All work, no play makes you a dull boy, Jax. Get the bitch. Let’s get this over with.”
I pulled Charlotte from the car before palming my pistol. Liam kept his holstered. For now.
I led her to where Reynolds stood smoking a cigar. He was in his sixties, balding, but otherwise fit. Another man – thin and pale – stood behind him. He must have been the one I’d spoken to over the phone. I owed him a neck-breaking for trying my patience.
The client puffed out a plume of smoke. “Well done, my friends. Well done.”
“Do you have the money?” Liam asked.
The limp-dicked motherfucker hefted a black bag from the floor and walked it over, barely managing to get it all the way to me.
“This better be double.”
He looked up at me, fear written all over him, before backing away. “It is.”
I released Charlotte’s elbow and took a small step back. Not too far. I kept an eye on Liam in my peripheral vision. Felicia stood at the hangar door, watching the scene inside as well as keeping a lookout for intruders.
Reynolds ignored us, his transaction finished, his prize attained. He stared at Charlotte, surveying her body like a piece of art. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about fucking your sweet little cunt? I used to have your father over for drinks and he’d bring you when you were still a little girl. I wanted you then. But he never left me alone with you. He was always watching.”
Smart guy.
“You’re too old for my tastes now. And your father’s run off with a great deal of money and drugs that belong to me. So, it seems I was the one who should have been watching him more closely.” He moved closer to her and ran his hands along her tits before squeezing them.
I wanted to flay him, bleed him, to split him in fucking half. But I waited. I needed to find the right moment. Preferably one when Felicia wasn’t looking my way.
Charlotte didn’t move at his assault. Didn’t make a sound. He pulled a pistol from his inner coat pocket. It was obvious he didn’t know how to handle a gun. He was clumsy, his fingers grasping when they should have been caressing. That would play in our favor. I glanced at Felicia. She’d turned her back to the outside, enjoyin
g the show and the coming finale taking place in the hangar.
Reynolds used one hand to loosen the rope around the black bag over her head. “Let’s see that pretty face before either I or these fine gentleman put a bullet in your head. I can’t wait to send your father the photos.”
He pulled the bag off and gasped. “Where’s Charlotte? Who the fuck are y—”
Charlotte – or who I thought was Charlotte – easily wrested the gun from Mr. Reynold’s hands and popped him in between the eyes. Bullets whizzed past. Felicia had started firing. Too bad she’d already lost this job. Reynolds was dead.
I ducked, but Charlotte didn’t. She shot her arm straight out and plugged the pencil-neck in the face neck without even looking at him. She dashed toward the far side of the hanger and plastered herself against the landing gear of a small engine airplane.
Felicia had taken cover behind our car. Charlotte checked the magazine like a fucking pro before shoving it back home. Then she shot me a look. No, not a look, a fucking wink, before running back out into the middle of the hangar and laying down covering fire to keep Felicia at bay.
“Are you seeing this shit? Am I hallucinating?” Liam asked.
“I honestly don’t know.”
More gunshots and then a blur as Charlotte ran and rolled before coming to a stop and double tapping Felicia who’d made the mistake of popping up from behind the car. Two in the heart, one in the head. The bitch just fell straight back, her gun clattering to the concrete.
Charlotte turned back toward us and strode over. Gun casually at her side. Chin up. Eyes bright. Like she was a completely different person. And I guess she was. And all I could think about was tasting her again.
She jerked her muzzle up and fired before I had the chance to put her down. She’d dropped us both. Perfect knee shots. Bitch just took us down as we watched, and we didn’t do a fucking thing to stop her.
What did we think? That she wouldn’t want us dead right along with everyone else in the hangar? Stupid fuckers, thinking with our dicks.
Now on the ground, I aimed at her, as did Liam.
She kept her gun trained on me. “If either of you shoot me, Jax here is going right along with me to hell. So, you may want to rethink it.”
“Who the fuck—what the—Charlotte?” It was all I could get out. The pain in my leg was almost overshadowing my confusion at this point.
“Liam. The keys, please. Toss them over.” She spread her legs a little and kept her gun pointed right at me. A perfect shooting and fucking stance. Who was she?
Liam dug the keys from his pocket and arced them to her. She caught them easily.
“Thanks, darling.” She reached down and hefted the bag up on her shoulder far more easily than her victim had done earlier. “I hate to wound you like this, especially since I’ve already hurt you pretty bad before.” She spoke to Liam.
“What?” He moved his hand slowly toward his boot, going for his knife.
“No, no. That won’t do. Don’t try it. Unless you want to work alone from now on.” She gave me a glance. She had me dead to rights. She knew it. So did Liam. He froze.
She took a few steps back toward the car.
“Wait,” I said. “Just tell us who you are at least.”
Some things would eat away at a man if he didn’t know them. Like the identity of the woman he’d thought he’d royally fucked, but as it had turned out, she was the one with the big swinging dick.
“I’m a merc, like you guys. I saw the hit go out on little Miss Charlotte Perkins. I called up her daddy and gave him a chance to make a counter-offer. Mr. Perkins was more than happy to pay me double the contract to take Reynolds out. So, Charlotte is relaxing somewhere along the French Riviera at the moment, and I’m here taking your money and Mr. Perkins’, too. All I had to do was play princess. I knew you – not you exactly, but a professional – would snag me and take me right to my target. Thanks for that, by the way. The sex was just a bonus.” She licked her lips. “I go by Phoenix.”
Oh, shit.
“You! You’re the one who did this to my fucking face?” Liam yelled.
“I said I was sorry about that, didn’t I? Oh, maybe I didn’t.” She gave a too sweet smile. I wanted to kiss it off her lips and fuck her until she cried. Liam could only manage a grunt. “That importer in Miami was one of my first jobs. I got carried away. Tried to make my mark. Make the Phoenix a feared, badass motherfucker.”
Liam actually nodded. “It worked.”
“And I think it makes you even more handsome. Total badass.” She gave a genuine smile then. Flirting as we bled. Hot bitch.
She backed away a few more steps.
I wanted her. I wanted the money. It looked like I was getting neither.
Liam and I exchanged a look. We were fucked. We botched this job. No one would hire us to do wet work again.
She stopped and frowned. “Look. I do feel a little bad, what with taking all the money and all the fun. I’ll make you a deal. If you can find me. I’ll give you back half of what’s in this bag.”
“We’ll find you and we’re taking it all, right along with that hot pussy of yours,” I said.
“Oh, really?” She yanked on the belt holding up her shorts. The fabric fell to the floor and she toyed with the hem of the shirt. It was the only thing that covered her pussy. I wanted it gone.
At least the blood was rushing away from my leg.
“Show me,” Liam bit out.
She blinked demurely. “I don’t know. You two were pretty rough with me. With the belt and all.”
“You loved it, you filthy slut,” I said.
She laughed. “I did. You’re right. I did. Here’s a little something to tide you over. She squatted down and lifted her shirt. I forgot about the gun pointed at my head. I forgot about the bodies around us. I even forgot about the fucking hole in my knee.
I could see her pink, her lips, and the shine of wetness. I wanted it so badly that I wondered if I could somehow crawl to her. She swooped a finger down inside herself and moaned before slowly pulling it out and licking it clean.
“My dirty princess,” Liam said.
She stood. I dropped my head to the floor when the view was gone.
“I hope to see you, but you haven’t been able to find me yet. I know you’ve been looking for the Phoenix.”
“Now I know how she tastes and what she looks like when she’s coming. We’ll find you,” Liam growled.
“Promises, promises.” Gun still trained on me, she opened the back door of the car and flung the bag inside. Then she dropped into the driver’s seat and hit the ignition. “Looking forward to it.” She pulled her lithe leg up, slammed the door, and reversed out of the hangar.
Liam and I shot, trying to take out her tires. No dice.
She was a professional. Killing people like it was her job. It wasn’t. Her job was to take every inch of my cock, and I was going to see to it that she showed up for work as soon as possible.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Phoenix
It had been six months. Six months of me wondering, waiting. I’d heard stories here and there about the two mercs who’d quit the business and, instead, started taking government work. They’d created instability in at least one Middle Eastern country with a well-timed assassination.
It was them – Liam and Jax. I knew it had to be.
And now they were here. I could feel it even before my silent alarm had triggered in the wine cellar. They’d tracked me to my ill-gotten French chateau. Finally.
I ran to my closet and stripped before choosing a particular teddy – pink with lacy edges. I sprinted and jumped into my bed. I didn’t bother getting under the covers. I wanted them to see me. To remember.
The lightest steps on the two-hundred year old staircase, not a creak from the antique wood. I flushed, my pussy warming and my skin tingling. I pressed my thighs together to try and stave off my arousal, but it only made it worse. My slick folds slid against each other.
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I closed my eyes, feigning sleep.
They were at my door. It swung inward without a sound. The air in the room shifted.
A hand clapped over my mouth. I didn’t hide my squeal of delight. I opened my eyes. Liam loomed above me, looking dangerous and hot as hell.
“Princess.” His voice was gravel, stones crushing against stones.
Jax stalked through the room, peeling off his shirt and then his pants as he neared me. I would have licked my lips. Instead, I darted my tongue out and dragged the tip along Liam’s palm. He groaned and released me before standing up and stripping. I watched every movement, my eyes flitting back and forth between the killers.
Jax kicked his pants away, his belt wrapped around his hand. His cock was beautiful in the low light, darkened with blood, hard, large. “You’ve been bad, Phoenix.”
I scissored my thighs at his words. I’d fantasized about these killers so many times, made myself come imagining them inside me. I tucked my fingers in my shorts and flicked my clit. I moaned.
Jax and Liam prowled onto the bed, one on each side.
Liam grabbed my wrist and wrenched it up, away from my needy pussy. “No, princess, you don’t get to come until we say, understand?”
I smiled innocently. “But I’ve been coming every night, sometimes several times a night, for six months just thinking about the two of you. So, I’ve already been breaking your rules.”
“Filthy little slut,” Jax growled and wrapped his hand around my throat.
He took my lips as Liam yanked down my shorts. His hot mouth was on my tender flesh in moments, licking, sucking, biting. Jax’s tongue was forceful, pushing into my mouth and stroking my tongue with intense fervor.
I arched my back, trying to grind my clit into Liam’s face, but he backed away. I cried out in frustration.
“Not until you’ve been punished.”