The Redeemable: Part Two

by Grace McGinty

  I gasped as hands grabbed the edges of my tank top and pulled it over my head, then Sam’s mouth was on my neck, trailing kisses down my spine. Tolliver dipped me backwards, so his mouth could trail kisses between my breasts before moving to one lace covered nipple and sucking it hard into his mouth, the pressure sending pain and blinding pleasure right to my core.

  Sam came up behind me, turning my head to the side so he could kiss me too. He kissed differently to Tolliver, softly where Tolliver plundered. Long strokes where Tolliver nibbled. The dichotomy was mind blowingly arousing. By some unspoken agreement they laid my on the rug between them.

  “Do you feel okay?” Sam asked as his hands went to the button of my cut-off daisy dukes even as Tolliver I snapped the front clasp of my bra.

  “Amazing.”

  His grin was infectious and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Good. Now lay back and let us love you.” He leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long now.” He dipped a strawberry in the chocolate sauce and ran it over my lips, tutting as my tongue darted out to taste it. Tolliver dipped forward and kissed the chocolate from my lips, pulling my lower lip into his mouth and sucking gently.

  The strawberry meandered down over my collarbone, the swell of my breast, circling my nipple, leaving behind a sweet trail of sticky chocolate. Sam and Tolliver watched the strawberry with single minded focus, devouring my body with their gaze. Sam re-dipped the strawberry and moved to the other nipple, swirling down my stomach and dipping into my navel before running into the roadblock of my shorts.

  “Allow me,” Tolliver positioned himself between my feet, tugging my shorts and panties down until I was exposed to them and the world. The breeze kissed against my body, cooling where the chocolate made a path.

  Sam re-dipped the strawberry and handed it to Tolliver, who ran it up the inside of my left leg, venturing off behind my knee before swirling up my inner thigh. He swept around, over my hip and meeting up with the trail of chocolate on my abdomen.

  Sam took it back, dipped the strawberry one last time and then ran it down my other thigh then up, over my folds of my pussy to my clit. I moaned at the sheer eroticness of the moment, and the sound echoed around the clearing. Sam watched my eyes as he removed the strawberry, licked the remaining chocolate from it and then ate it.

  I wasn’t ever going to look at strawberries the same way.

  Tolliver grabbed my attention as he lifted my leg and ran his tongue over the trail of chocolate that ran up my calf muscle.

  Sam did the same, the flat warmth of his tongue travelling down my collar bone to my nipple, and sucking it gently into his mouth, his tongue flicking my aching bud. I pushed against him. My breath was coming in pants now, and I needed them to hurry. I wrapped my fingers in Sam's hair and moved his head to my other breast, even as Tolliver's mouth ran up to the inside of my knee, his tongue almost rough against the sensitive skin. My leg went over his shoulder as he crawled further up my body his tongue following the intimate pattern he had traced.

  Their heads met at my lower belly, and I was going to come apart right there and then, the sight of them both looking up at me, Sam with a sultry grin and Tolliver with burning intensity, light and dark, but both intent on giving me pleasure. It was heady.

  Sam smiled. “After you.”

  So damn polite.

  Tolliver stroked his tongue between my folds in one hard, long stroke and I came undone, my moans captured by Sam's mouth. Tolliver lapped at my orgasm and kept going, his tongue flicking over my clit in the perfect rhythm, driving me higher. Sam followed his pace with his kiss, his tongue stroking mine in a sexy imitation of Tolliver’s on my other lips.

  Suddenly, the warmth of Tolliver's mouth was gone, and Sam drew back.

  Somehow Tolliver had gotten rid of all his clothes in seconds, and knelt between my knees, naked and so glorious he took my breath away.

  “Are you ready?” Sam whispered in my ear.

  “Yes,” it was more a moan than a word, but it was signal enough. Tolliver leaned forward, lining his body up with mine, and kissing me as he pushed his cock into my dripping wet entrance.

  I sucked in a breath as he filled me, momentarily forgetting I needed to breathe, until Tolliver began to move. Then my breath came out on loud moans and in on sucked gasps.

  Sam stripped out of his clothes, and sat back down beside us, on hand stroking his stiff cock while he watched my face.

  “It’s been so long,” Tolliver whispered. “This is going to have to be hard and fast, baby, because I just won’t last.” He slipped my legs over his shoulders, hitting every happy place inside me and I let out a feral noise as he began to drive himself into my body on an increasingly discordant rhythm. He was moaning something, but I couldn't understand. Maybe it was in Brazilian or maybe it was in English, but I was beyond comprehension as my body became a mass of nerves and sensations, the pleasure swelling in my body as Sam came over me, sucking the mewling sounds from my mouth, and I anchored myself in his hair.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” I said, my pleasure cresting as my orgasm swept over me and my screams were muffled against Sam’s lips. I bit hard, and he yelped even as he moaned.

  Tolliver came on a grunt, his movements’ wild. Finally, he pulled out and collapsed, his head on my belly. My heart was beating sluggishly, but I was okay.

  Tolliver raised his head and looked around the surrounding forest.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Just looking for Lux. I keep expecting him to appear out of the trees and pound me into dust as he lectures me.”

  I laughed, running my hands through his hair. I lifted my other wrist. “I slipped the health monitor off when you guys started with the strawberries.”

  We all laughed, and then lay on the picnic rug in silence, Sam's head on my chest listening to my heart beat out of time, and Tolliver's head on my abdomen after he’d cleaned me up with his shirt.

  When my heart rate had calmed back down, Sam raised his head. “You know we aren’t done right, Cady-Lady?”

  I laughed. “You guys are trying to give me a heart attack.”

  All heat left his face. “Are you okay? Is this too much?” He looked at my eyes, my face, my chest, as if I had a ‘battery low’ sign somewhere.

  “I was kidding. I’m fine,” I brushed his hair out of his face.

  “Scary.” He kissed me in a punishingly hard kiss. He flipped me over and pulled me to my hands and knees in an effortless move that had to be the result of giant hands and years of experienced. I held in, barely, a little yelp of surprise.

  He pushed the hard head of his cock along my still wet slit. He ran one hand along my back, angling me down a little, his other hand holding my hip steady. Then he slid into me in one long slide. Tolliver, who is still lying sedately on the rug beside us, ran a hand along my stomach until he reached my clit. He flicked a finger against it, and I let out a long moan as I slammed back against Sam’s body.

  Sam, his strong pale body moving in perfect harmony with mine, sped up until my forehead was pressed against the rug and I was holding myself together by a thread.

  Tolliver circled my clit in time with Sam’s thrusts and an orgasm snuck up on me so fast I had no time to prepare. It blinded me as my body continued to milk Sam's.

  “That's it. Come for me Arcadia. Fuck you are so beautiful,” he moaned, as slamming into me as his fingers dug into my hips. Another orgasm was building and I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. Sam reached forward, tangling a strand of my hair in his fingers and tugged as he came. The edge of pain when my body was a mass of pleasure did something to me, pushing me over with him.

  I collapsed onto my stomach and Sam lay down next to me. He ran his fingers gently up and down my back. Tolliver pressed his body along mine, his hand stroking my hair.

  “You are the most precious thing I have ever held in my hands, Arcadia Jones.”

  “We are going to cherish you until we draw our last
breaths,” Sam added, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Now how about lunch?”

  I fell asleep in the car on the way home, and only woke when Sam carried me into the lift. “I’m awake. I can walk, you know.”

  “I like you in my arms. You weigh practically nothing. I’ll have to talk to Valery about providing higher calorie meals.”

  My eyes drifted closed again of their own accord. I let my body do its thing. It would need all the rest it could get in the next couple of months.

  Chapter Ten

  Fight Night. I was so excited I was basically bouncing around Lux as he gave Oz, Tolliver, and Sam last minute instructions/threats. It was the first time I’d been out in a crowd since the incident at the nightclub.

  “She doesn’t leave your sight. One of you is with her at all times. Do not let her near the cage. If she looks pale, take her home. I don’t care how often she says she feels fine.”

  I grinned, jumping into Lux’s arms. “Don’t be such an old hen. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Now kiss me.”

  He did, grabbing handfuls of my ass while he kissed me like it would be our last.

  Unfortunately, Ri and Valery would miss the fight. They were buddying up today. Ri would catch a nap in Val’s office and Val would sit around with Ri until Dante’s closed at four. Depending on how the fight went, we'd join them at Dante’s afterwards. I was excited. I was going to enjoy my last night of freedom before my thoughts we consumed by cell counts and chemo appointments.

  Eli walked through the side entrance to the arena, stopping to talk to the security guard, before continuing toward us with the swagger of a man who played god on a regular basis.

  “Sorry. My surgery went longer than expected.” He leaned in and kissed me, despite me still being in Lux's arms. The security guy’s eyebrows rose, but then he politely looked somewhere else.

  “Ready?” He asked Lux.

  “Yeah. I feel better leaving her now you're here and I don't have to leave her with the three horny amigos.”

  Tolliver flipped him off with both hands.

  I laughed and kissed him again. “Break a leg. Hang on, don't do that! How do you wish a fighter good luck?”

  Lux chuckled. “You kiss him and say good luck.”

  I gave him another hard kiss, my tongue dancing with his. “Good luck.”

  He slid me down his body slowly, and I felt every bunched muscle on the way down. Delicious. I wondered if I could talk him into victory sex later.

  He strode through swinging doors that indicated the locker rooms, and he gave me one last finger wave goodbye.

  Eli took my hand in his. Happiness spread through me. I'd missed Eli. He led me to a VIP area with the best view of the octagon, the other three guys at my back like my own personal bodyguards. Well, until someone pinched my ass. I threw them a stern look and Oz waggled his eyebrows.

  The chairs were plush and reclined. How the rich lived. Tolliver went and spoke to the promoter, a guy who basically oozed new money, and pretty much lived up to every sleazy stereotype of a promoter I had. Sam handed me a glass of champagne and the bubbles tickled my tongue. Yum.

  “To us. To the long life we will all have together,” he said as a toast. I bit the inside of my cheek. They were being positive, but the power of positivity wouldn't be enough this time.

  “To us,” I murmured as I sat between Oz and Eli on the couch overlooking the octagon.

  There were thousands of people in the arena, screaming for blood. The pair of fighters in the ring pummelled each other, one getting the other to the ground and wrenching his arm back in a hold that looked as if it were about to pop the shoulder out of the socket. I grimaced. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. The guy tapped the mat, and the ref jumped in, holding them apart as the siren sounded

  The referee held the winners arm in the air, and the crowd cheered. I downed my champagne in one gulp. I was going to need a few more of those before Lux came on.

  Tolliver came over and pulled up a chair to sit beside us.

  “How much does Lux earn a fight?” Surely getting pummelled like that was hardly worth a couple of thousand dollars.

  “About 900k per fight.”

  My mouth literally snapped open. “No way?”

  “He’s a draw card fighter. People come to watch him. He gets a cut of the pay-per-view as well. He's actually quite a bargain. Some of the other big names get well into the millions, but Lux doesn't like the publicity that comes with those kinds of fights. He hates all the interviews and the show-ponying.”

  I could imagine my softly spoken warrior would hate being the focus of attention. Sam grabbed another tray of champagne from the roaming waitress.

  “Lux doesn't fight for another hour. May as well enjoy the luxury.”

  He must have meant the free champagne, because it wasn't as if we lived in a cardboard box under a bridge. I sipped at my bubbles and sat silently as the guys talked. We’d been going from one drama to the next; I rarely got time just to appreciate them being themselves. Eli was smiling as he told us of a case that came into the ER of a guy who had accidentally shot a nail gun at a steel beam and the nail had ricocheted into his temple. The guy drove himself to hospital, and walked up to the triage smiling.

  By the time Lux’s fight was announced, I'd become a little more desensitized to the violence in the octagon. The sounds of fists hitting hard flesh, and the bright red streaks of blood that didn’t seem to bother the fighters and only stirred up the crowd, none of that made my stomach turn anymore.

  But it was probably going to be different with Lux.

  “I wonder how he’ll fight with Cady here,” Eli asked Sam, and I tilted my head towards them.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, he was Wrath. Before you, he was a different kind of guy. I mean, he still had a good nature, but he was angrier, more brutal, and even more bloodthirsty in the ring. But since you’ve been on the scene, he’s basically a 6”5 pussy cat,” Sam explained as music blared and Lux walked up to cage.

  He was something to behold. He wore black shorts that skimmed his mid thighs, and some kind of compression tights underneath those. Every inch of his scarred skin, each hard cut muscle shone beneath the lights of the arena. His hands were wrapped in bright red wrappings, and a red mouthguard cradled his smile.

  He entered the cage as they announced his name and stats, and then he looked up at the VIP area, finding me despite the crowds and the lights.

  He placed his gloved hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving my face. I pressed two fingers to my lips and blew him a kiss. He winked and faced the ring where his opponent was entering. The guy he was fighting was slightly shorter but only by an inch or two, as fair as Lux was dark. He wore golden shorts, and white gloves. His reddish blonde hair shone. But he had a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits over the years. He looked like the fightin’ Irish and I dubbed him that in my mind. Lux’s opponent bounced around on his toes like a jackrabbit, where Lux moved with an easy grace of a man used to fighting under armour. He held himself as if gravity had no hold on him.

  The siren buzzed and they started, bouncing around each other and sizing one another up. Irish moved in with frighteningly fast speed, getting a good punch into Lux’s cheek. I winced, but Lux hardly moved. While Irish was getting his footing back after the punch, Lux’s leg whipped out and cracked across the guys thigh, and Irish turned a little too late to avoid the blow completely. His leg buckled, and with a speed that was almost too fast for my eyes to follow, he was on the ground and Lux had his arm in a hold so tight I was worried not about dislocation, but that his arm would literally tear right off. Irish wiggled and squirmed, trying to get his arms up under Lux’s to break the hold, but it was no use. But I had to hand it to the guy.

  The referee tapped him, and they moved back to opposite sides of the cage.

  “Huh. Normally he plays with them more,” Tolliver said to no one in particular. If this was playing fair, I wo
uld have hated to see Lux at his brutal best.

  Irish got a couple of good kicks in, making Lux dance away but not enough to take him to the ground. Lux punched the guy in the face once, before he could get his hands up, then punched him one-two in the ribs, backing him into the side of the octagon before laying the punches in hard until the referee broke them up again.

  They came back out into the center, and Irish attacked again, aiming kicks at Lux’s ribs, trying to get him on the ground, but Lux punched and got him hard on the cheek.

  His head snapped back with sickening speed, and the guy went down to the mats, out before he even hit the blue vinyl.

  I closed my eyes, and Eli held my hands. “Is the other guy alright?” I asked.

  Eli was silent for a bit. “The medics are in there. His eyes are open. Yeah, he’s up. He should be fine. The medics will check him out and send him for treatment if he needs it. You can open your eyes now; your boy is looking for you.”

  I opened my eyes and found Lux’s intent gaze honed in one me. I gave him a shaky smile and clapped. He bowed his head as the referee held up his arm and declared him the winner, the crowd chanting his name like he was a gladiator of old.

  “We can go and see him in the change rooms if you like?” Tolliver said, and I nodded.

  “Okay, but I want to go to the ladies room first.”

  Oz put down his beer. “I’ll take you.”

  I screwed up my nose. “I can pee by myself.”

  Oz laughed. “I know that. But if anything happens to you and we weren't at least close by, I’d be eating out of a straw for a year. I’ll just stand outside the door.” He guided me through crowd, one hand on my lower back.”

  The ladies room was empty, yay for the VIP section, and I did my business in record time. I stood in front of the mirror, and assessed my appearance. The bags under my eyes were a little darker, my skin a little duller. It might have been the fluorescent lighting, but I didn't think so. I wasn’t at walking corpse stage yet, but it wouldn't be long. I fingered my short hair. That would be gone again soon.