Iris tensed slightly till Cain reached down and spread her open for the other man’s touch.
Trip trailed his fingers along her slit. Spreading the wetness along her folds.
Cain pulled her leg wider. Iris felt the lips of her pussy part. Fingers worked a little deeper stroking her cleft.
“She’s wet Cain and so soft.” Trip husked.
Cain groaned in agreement as he joined in the slow exploration of her pussy. One thick finger delved into her and Iris moaned.
“Taste her.” Cain said as he shifted pulling her back to his chest.
He reached around placing his hands beneath Iris’ knees then spread her open. He pulled her knees up even with her chest, splaying her wider for Trip.
Trip’s fingers continued their purposeful exploration as he knelt down, his head dipped between her thighs.
Iris moaned as Trip’s tongue made its first pass across her intimate flesh. Then like a man starved Trip devoured her with his eager tongue. Iris closed her eyes.
“Watch him worship that sweet cunt.” Cain demanded in a husky voice.
Cain nipped along her neck spending extra time where he marked Iris with his teeth. He pinched her tender nipples sharply then caressed them gently.
What were these men doing to her? Iris felt like she was spiraling.
The man between her thighs, Trip, rolled his barbed tongue around her aroused nub. Iris shook with pleasure as her glazed eyes stared down at his black short hair.
As sexy as Trip was Iris found she much preferred Cain’s touch, but she understood what he was trying to do, and gave herself over to the erotic sensations whipping through her body.
Cain tangled his hand in Iris’ hair pulling her mouth to his. As Trip’s mouth released her swollen clit to move lower, Cain’s fingers picked up where Trip left off. His torturous fingers pushing hard into her bud with a rotating motion.
Trip’s talented tongue punched into her weeping pussy. Iris tried to cry out but Cain silenced her with his aggressive kiss. Her channel clenched around the invading tongue, that tongue piercing was crazy. It was all too much, her muscles started to quake.
The two powerful men continued to stroke Iris skillfully, propelling her towards the edge of a violent release. Wet slurping sounds mixed with her breathy pants filled the room. Iris chest heaved rapidly.
“Touch your clit” Cain demanded releasing it with a final pinch.
Iris’ hands drifted low to take up the task. Trip growled deep in his throat vibrating her. He wedged his shoulders between Iris’ thighs and ran his tongue up the crease of her ass. Cain shoved several fingers into her vagina as Trip started tormenting her other opening with his tongue.
Dear God it was so good.
“Trip’s an ass man.” Cain rumbled.
“I need…” Iris cried out as their wicked tongues and fingers worked her.
Iris was on fire and her heart raced. Iris shook harder as fingers worked into both of her openings. Probing, stroking in time with her panting entreaty. Then nothing.
Both men released her and Iris was left hanging mid release. Evil! Cain and Trip were naked before her gaze. They were both strong muscular and well endowed. Iris’ mouth watered. One man thicker, one longer. Delicious pecs and abs. Tight asses. Iris glanced back and forth between them.
Cain moved to lie back in the middle of the bed while Trip stroked his cock with Iris’ wetness that still covered his fingers. Cain pulled her so Iris straddled his lap. She stroked his chest. This wildly sexy man was gonna blow her mind.
Cain ran his hands up and down her sides. He then gripped his cock rubbing it back and forth along her sopping slit. He spread Iris release all along her sensitive pussy.
“Please!” Iris moaned as her passion mounted.
Cain’s eyes locked on Iris’ as he pierced her fully on his next stroke. Iris cried out as he pulled her down onto him, impaling her deep.
“So tight.” He groaned into her ear.
Cain clutched Iris to his chest. She wanted him to move, to stroke in and out. But he stayed still, pressed deep, forcing her to accept the entire breadth and length of him.
“Cain?” Iris groaned.
Then Iris felt Trip’s hands rub down her back and along her ass. There was a slick bluntness that rubbed at her puckered opening. Cain’s hands spread Iris’ ass wide as Trips started to push forward.
“Oh God!” Iris moaned.
Trip kept inching forward burrowing the head of his cock into her ass. His thickness stretched her, demanding Iris take more. She wanted to hyperventilate. The burning pressure as both men sought refuge in her body had Iris reeling.
Trip popped through the resistant ring of muscles with a grinding thrust. The men echoed her groaning cry as Trip forced his way in. Iris was so full, trembling in anticipation as they paused to gain their composure.
Iris was shocked and so incredibly turned on at how they pinned her between their massive hard bodies. Her desire dripped down her thighs coating Cain’s cock. Cain’s eyes were bright and overcome with lust.
When they started to move in tandem Iris was lost. Back and forth in and out they made her take all they had to offer. One retreated as the other surged forward.
Iris screamed out as they kicked up the pace, punishing her willing flesh. Iris started begging for them to fuck her harder.
“Do that thing with your pussy, squeeze me.” Cain demanded as he powered into her.
Iris clamped down on them both and they snarled in unison.
Their pace became frantic. Drenched bodies slapping together sent her soaring ever higher till suddenly Iris was thrown over the peak. Jolts of electric ecstasy ripped through her as each man bottomed out in turn. Iris’ nails scraped spasmodically on Cain’s chest, mirroring the convulsions in her needy depth. Her back arched as Iris seized up, then screamed as she detonated.
They both pistoned and hammered into her as Iris continued to cry out her orgasm. It whipped through her, engulfing her mind, body and soul, but they didn’t stop. Iris was trapped between them as Cain and Trip continued their erotic torture.
Iris head thrashed back and forth in denial as another deeper, darker, stronger, orgasm ripped through her. Iris’ scream broke as it tore past her lips, her pulse roaring in her ears. Cain and Trip swelled then twitched inside of her snarling as they came. Iris convulsed on a final cry as everything faded.
Cain
Cain held Iris close as Trip pulled free of her body on a groan, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
“Is she okay?” Trip asked in concern.
“She passed out.”
“I’m sorry man. I lost control.” Trip said as he returned from the bathroom with a washcloth. “Are you gonna be okay Cain?”
Cain nodded at Trip but didn’t say anything. It was okay, he’d lost control too buried in Iris’ hot body, so Cain understood. He just hoped it was enough.
“Alright man, I’ll go see how the guy’s search is going.” Trip replied before leaving the room.
13 A Painful Choice
Iris
Iris drifted between thoughts of love, Cain’s face passing through her dreams, then terrible worry. The images congealed in her mind. This was what she’d been desperate to see. Iris watched snippets at a time, like a spectator to her own life.
They were all in the clubhouse gathered round the bar worried. The Reapers hadn’t found Penny and Nola yet. The delivered phone rang. Cain answered the video message. It was Hank.
“I want my sister!” Cain growled.
And of course Hank replied that he wanted his “Lucky Charm.”
Fast forward.
Hank wanted to show he meant business. Penny was hit, the little girl crying wildly. Eric threatened Hank through the phone. Cain refused to trade her. Hank enraged. Hank’s nasty hunting knife. Penny lost a finger. Pandemonium in the clubhouse. The child crying through the phone turned to inconsolable shrieking. Hank’s gun went off and the toddler fell quiet. Penny wailed.
Another shot, then silence.
“NOOOOoooo!” Iris screamed.
Time moved backward.
A hand not her own, red hair falling into her face as she wrote “Iris” on an envelope. The phone slipped inside. Iris watched the package being handed to herself inside the clubhouse. Samantha was a traitor!
Suddenly Iris’ mind traveled over the landscape of Chicago almost too quick for her to see. She stopped in a suburb. There was a one story house, brick, white trim, two car garage at the left, big pine tree, obscured house numbers ending in 3.
She was in the basement with Penny and her little girl, Nola. None of the other things had happened, they were alive. This was a different fate. Iris was trying to convince Hank that since he had her, he could free her friends. He wanted to get far away. Too late, they were found. The Reapers came for them. Hope surged through Iris. Guns drawn. Hank’s hand on her mouth. The brothers infiltrating the house. Hank firing. So much blood. Cain fell.
“No no no no no.” Iris cried. Either way someone died. “Oh God please no.”
Cain
Iris awoke on a sob. Cain held her stroking her hair. The men hadn’t made any headway and he wanted to fly apart with impotent rage.
“It’s going to be alright.” Cain shushed her. It was all he could say. It had to be. He refused to think any other way.
Iris nodded her eyes haunted. She kissed him long and deep. It wasn’t a kiss full of sex and need. It was sweet, desperate, and sad. Her hands brushed Cain’s cheek then she held onto him, gripping him tight. Holding onto him as if her very life depended on it.
“I love you.” Iris said and Cain swallowed hard.
The woman had reached into his chest and pulled out his heart. She owned it and he was powerless. Cain didn’t know if a woman had ever loved him, the real Cain.
He got up to shower, but Iris stayed in bed. She looked so small and delicate, he wanted to wrap her in his embrace and hold back the world. So many thoughts bombarded Cain. Did what they tried work? He couldn’t tell.
Cain didn’t know how long he stood under the spray, it couldn’t have been very long. When he finally left the bathroom Cain emerged to find his empty bed. Iris had left. What had she seen?!
Iris
If she told Cain he wouldn’t let her go, then his niece and Penny would die. If she went to Hank, Cain would die. Iris didn’t want to lose anyone.
A selfish part of her wanted Cain to live, but she was unwilling to sacrifice a child’s life, nor her friend. Devastating as it was, she knew Cain would sacrifice himself for his family if given the option. That is what he would want. That was one of the things she’d come to love about the man, his fierce loyalty.
Tears fell from her eyes and Iris scrubbed them away as she steeled her nerves to what had to be done. This was the terrible thing about her gift, moving forward knowing just where it led. Now she knew what those people felt like walking to the gallows.
Iris couldn’t even tell Cain where to go. She’d seen the house, but had only seen a vague area of town. The rest she’d have to find with her sixth sense when she got nearer.
The longer Iris waited in his room the closer they came to the potential tragic phone call. Iris got up, though she was weighted with sorrow.
Iris noticed Cain’s phone. Maybe there was something she could do. She couldn’t call one of his brothers, they would alert Cain too quickly and she’d never get to Hank in time. Iris found Wolf’s number but could only leave a quick message.
“Cain needs you now.” Iris related what she could about Hank���s house and location. She might still have a chance to change the future. “Wolf this is the most important thing. When you all come into the house hug the floor, especially Cain. Hank will be shooting.” Then she hung up.
As Iris entered the rec room it was like a ghost town. Most of the men were still out scouring Chicago. Samantha sat staring into space, scared. Iris walked up to her. Iris didn’t know if she could trust Red, but either way the little traitor could likely get her to Hank the fastest.
“I need you to take me for a drive.”
Sam looked at her in numb shock. Perhaps Samantha had been an unwitting accomplice. Iris pulled her towards the door before someone could come in and stop them. Iris dropped Cain’s phone on the bar before walking outside, Sam in tow. Iris looked around cautiously. The guys at the gate weren���t watching them so she hustled to Sam���s car and quickly got in. Iris ducked low in the passenger seat pulling Sam’s jacket over her head. Red nervously started the car and pulled out of the gate. Iris stayed low till they were out of the compound and safely down the road.
“Hank doesn’t know me as Iris.” Iris said as she directed Red where to drive.
���I had no idea he was insane.��� Samantha immediately started stammering. ���He pulled me over and said he was looking for you.��� Red cried. ���I didn’t mean for this to happen.��� Sam continued babbling, spilling her guts as she drove.
Red ���just wanted Cain��� and she had thought this was the best way to keep herself out of trouble as well as getting Iris out of the way.
Iris wanted to rip her to shreds, but what would that do. It wouldn’t help her or the situation. It certainly wouldn’t help Sam either, not in the grand scheme of things. Iris looked over at Red, seeing her for the foolish young woman she was.
“Sam you are not the only one in this life.” Iris admonished her. “But that also means you are not alone either. What you do has the power to affect others, but it also comes back to you tenfold.” Iris told Red hoping the girl took her words to heart and stopped thinking only of herself.
They were finally in the general neighborhood of Hank’s house, but Iris couldn’t have Sam drive slow enough to get a feel for which street or block to take. She’d have to walk from here.
“If you want to redeem yourself go back to the clubhouse and let the guys know where you let me out.”
Iris stepped out of the car and wandered down the street. She hoped Sam did as she asked rather than running like the scared little girl that she was. As Iris walked she touched street lamps and mailboxes, it gave her a feel for the place. Iris also hoped that the guys could follow her trail with their heightened senses. Iris turned where it felt right, till she came to the house in her dream.
Cain
Cain tore through the clubhouse but couldn’t find Iris. None of the few guys around or guarding the gate had seen her. Cain’s phone rang, from the bar. It was Wolf.
“Man your girl left me a bizarre message. What’s going on? What do you need my help with?���
���What did she say?��� Cain demanded sounding harsher than intended.
He couldn���t understand why Iris had called Wolf. In fact he was having a hard time making heads or tails of any of this.
���I don���t think I can explain. The message didn���t make any sense. I’m not far from your place.”
What had Iris done? She’d obviously seen something that made her leave like the hounds of hell were at her heels. What was it? Why had she called Wolf rather than turning to him?
Cain recalled the last kiss she placed on his lips. It had been a remorseful goodbye. He had frozen at her parting words of love, and like a fool said nothing.
���She���s going to sacrifice herself!��� The horrific realization leveled him.
Wolf threw open the door less than five minutes later. Cain was pacing the rec room. Wolf���s eyes widened at the scene of carnage that greeted him.
Eric was still throwing furniture and tearing at the cushions with clawed fists sending sprays of stuffing into the air. Cain wasn���t about to stop his brother. He���d already prevented Eric from heading out on his bike in a futile search of the city. Other brother���s were already doing that and Cain had a feeling Iris��� message was the key. They had to find her.
���What the HELL is going on?��� W
olf asked.
Eric bellowed from the other side of the room. There was a thunderous crash as the man flipped over the second pool table.
���The cop has Penny and Nola.��� Cain choked out.
He himself was doing his damnedest to hang on to his composure. He had to, he was their leader. If he fell apart everything else did too.
���Fuck!��� Wolf said as he looked at Cain and then Eric with sympathy and concern. ���Iris��� message makes a bit more sense now.���
Wolf handed Cain the cell phone and played the voicemail message Iris left.
“Wolf, Cain needs you now.” Cain listened to Iris��� voice, she sounded panicked. ���You are looking for a house somewhere in Orland Park, I think. It���s a mid-century one story brick house, white trim, two car garage on the left and a big pine tree out front. I don���t know the house number but it ends in three.��� Cain closed his eyes.
Iris had seen the house, but what she described could be one of a thousand homes. He couldn���t get discouraged, this was more information than they had an hour ago.
“Wolf this is the most important thing.��� Iris continued sounding resigned to god knows what and yet there was a thread of hope in her voice. ���When you all come into the house hug the floor, especially Cain. Hank will be shooting.” With those final words Iris hung up.
His animal cried out in anguish, pushing to break free, while Cain the man stood frozen second guessing every move he considered.
���She went after that cop on her own didn���t she.��� Wolf said worriedly.
���Yes.��� Cain replied. ���I have no clue what made her think to do this after what happened with Swain.��� Cain had impressed on her how unsafe it was.
Iris knew he would come for her, that was clear. She must have seen it. She warned him to stay on the ground. What else had she seen?
Then it dawned on him. The only thing that would make Iris sacrifice herself was if someone else���s life was in danger.
She���d seen him die! That���s why she gave them the warning. Then why go?
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