Deliverance (The LockDown Series Book 1)

by Dobson, Shannon

  “Abbi,” Antonio orders me, the domineering tone making me want to fuck him so bad. I am struggling to stay faithful to Leighton right now. “Lie on the couch.” I follow his instruction to the T. My legs are spread wide; every one of them can clearly see my dripping cunt. “God Leighton, she has a fucking sexy pussy, please just let me fuck her once, I’m begging you.”

  “Your girlfriend seems to have adopted Abbi for herself so fight her over it mate. I for one know Abigail wants your dick, she’s been staring at it like a fucking starving cavewomen.” Leighton would let me fuck Antonio? Like actually ride his dick and he’d be okay with it. The image that is now imbedded in my imagination assists this little rendezvous somewhat.

  “Now baby,” he directs the next instruction at Debbie, the pet name causing my heart to melt a little, “Sit on her face.” The heart melting is gone and now the panty (if I had any on) melting is in full force.

  Debbie walks over to where I am laid out, swinging her leg over the top of my face, her arse faces the end of the sofa, her tits in direct line to where the men would be.

  “Now, Leighton bend over the other arm and eat your women.” Oh dear lord this is hot, I am already convulsing and creaming at the thought of having his mouth on me.

  He bends his glorious body over the end of the sofa, his head directly in reach of my slit, he takes a teasing lick of me, the white hot pleasure soaring through me.

  “Perfect, now I get to fuck this tight arse, while you lick Abbi’s hot pussy and my woman rides her face.” Antonio takes position behind Leighton once more, preparing for penetration again. Wetting his fingers he glides them between his cheeks and pushes them into him.

  I look to Antonio’s face, completely oblivious to Leighton eating away at my cunt. His sparkling eyes are calling to me, devouring me. He winks at me causing me to bite my lip and speak to him through my body language. I want him too much, it is so wrong, I shouldn’t need another person, I have Leighton, and he has always been enough for me. But these feelings that I have growing rapidly for one of my best friends are explosive.

  Leighton’s face is pushed further into my mound as Antonio’s fingers fuck him. “Seriously, I need you in me now,” Leighton begs. He is going to blow a fuse if something doesn’t happen soon. He isn’t a patient guy, he doesn’t believe in delayed gratification, he believes in the now, and the now meant for Antonio to fuck him.

  Antonio removes his fingers and without a second thought rams full force into Leighton. The scream that erupts from within him, vibrates against my open pussy and through me. The delicious cunt riding my face gets the full brunt of it as I begin to lick and suck with a vengeance. My fingers find her opening and spear her.

  “Oh God Abbi.” I can’t answer her appreciation through words because her clit is on my tongue, but I do finger her pussy faster and harder, her liquid coating my hand and dripping onto my face.

  “God Leighton, you’re so tight, so fucking good. It’s been too long since I’ve had you.” I knew it, I fucking knew they had fucked. The thought of this happening before now makes it that much better, makes the fantasies I have had countless amounts of times before now, all that much more real.

  “Seriously Ant, shut the hell up and fuck me, I need to cum.” No more talking was said from that point forward, there is no need. The loud grunts, moans, cries and screams of ecstasy are enough.

  “I’m gonna cum,” Antonio warns everyone. His face screws up as if in pain, as he begins to ruthlessly pound Leighton. I receive the best fucking orgasm of my life this minute as his fingers fill me up, three of them, spreading and circling inside of me.

  In a simultaneous succession, the four of us explode. Antonio into Leighton arse, Leighton onto my spread legs as his face is in between my thighs. I pretty much squirt on him, the pressure behind my orgasm causing me to literally combust. Debbie’s juices flood my mouth as she releases on top of it.

  We are all heavy breaths, panting and trying our damn hardest to drag oxygen into our suffering systems.

  “Best. Thing. Ever.” Debbie states as she climbs from my face. “Now I’m hungry. When’s dinner?” What a way to break awkward ice.

  The three of us who remain looking at one another, burst out laughing.

  “At the shop,” Leighton tells her and then stands himself up from the sofa.

  The four of us spend the evening laughing, joking, eating and getting to know Debbie a little more, and no, not in the same sense as earlier.

  “Leighton, where are the security guys tonight?” I ask my fiancé, finding it rather bizarre they haven’t stood and watched during out little sexcapade earlier.

  “I gave them the night off; with Ant and me here tonight they aren’t really needed.” His confidence in their ability to control the situation does nothing to ease the tension and nerves that are building within me.

  “Don’t worry Angel, nothing is going to happen.” He huddles me into his side a little more on the sofa.

  I can’t stop the smile at the memories of earlier. I can still taste Debbie’s pussy in my mouth, the sweet juices spilling from her onto my lips. God she still looks so God damn sexy, sitting on Antonio’s lap, his hand gently gliding along her thighs, deliberately missing her crucial groin area.

  Debbie has her head flopped back onto his huge shoulder, clearly enjoying the feeling of his wandering fingertips. Her slightly parted rosy lips are occasionally being moistened by her perfect tongue.

  I can see Antonio leaning intermittently to whisper in her ear, his eyes staring intently towards me the entire time, the longing and want evident in them. He wants me as much I want him and it is so hard to not stand up, push Debbie from his lap and plant myself down on his huge dick. Each and every time his tongue laves and sucks at her neck it causes a slight moan to leave her lips.

  “Get a room,” Leighton tells them jokingly, tossing a cushion to them, hitting Antonio square in the face.

  “It is getting late actually, we should get going.” Antonio stands, lifting Debbie from his lap and planting her tiny feet firmly to the floor.

  She shuffles around to place her high heels back on and collect her bag from the coffee table.

  Antonio and Leighton exchange a manly one armed hug, hand shake thing, patting each other on the back. There is no awkwardness or trepidation between them. I am thankful for it, to be honest. I don’t want my need for what happened earlier to ruin what they have. Their easiness towards one another makes me only want it to happen again.

  “Night little lady, you rest that big old belly of yours.” Antonio pulls me in for the normal big brotherly cuddle I usually receive on welcomes and goodbyes, except I feel his hand glide down my back and grope my arse. He leans into my ear whispering to me, “Abigail, I will fuck you, and soon. My cock is aching for you to be around it.”

  I inhale sharply at his words. The fresh dry knickers I had put on after what happened earlier are now soaking. I can feel his erection, still hard from Debbie’s writhing on his lap, prodding at my mound. I ground myself against it slowly and subtly, needing relief badly.

  “Antonio, you need to leave now. Take Debbie home and fuck her before I fuck you. Good night.” I kiss his cheek and then turn my back to him, walking towards my fiancé, who is observing the whole ordeal with a slight smirk on his handsome face, standing beside Debbie.

  “Night hun.” I walk to Debbie, kissing her cheek, wishing it was her perfect cupid bow lips. “Was so nice to meet you Debbie, I’ll see you soon. Maybe you could come to lunch with me and Maria sometime this week.”

  “That sounds perfect. I’ll see you soon.” She kisses and hugs me once more before taking Antonio’s hand and walking through the large front door and out onto the driveway, where Antonio’s huge Range Rover is parked. I am so glad she isn’t jealous of the way Antonio was tonight, she is so down to earth and confident in herself.

  “That was a nice evening, thank you for inviting them Leighton.” I c
uddle his side as he closes the door and begins the retreat back towards the kitchen and lounge.

  “No worries babe, I had a very good time.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

  “Were you serious when you said Antonio could fuck me? I know I can be honest with you baby. I really want to, and don’t ask me why, but I really need to have sex with him. I’m going crazy thinking about him and you and Debbie. All of you, God you made me so crazy.” I let it all out, hoping and praying Leighton will be understanding enough of my needs.

  “Of course I was Angel, I’d do anything you wanted. You let him fuck me, why wouldn’t I let him fuck you? I can see you want him, I couldn’t deny you that. As long as it’s me you come back to every night, and it’s me you love.” He pushes me against the countertop in the kitchen, framing me with his arms.

  “Thank you for understanding baby, do you realise how hot seeing him fuck you made me?” I bring my hand between us and feel for him. I don’t have to feel very far because his hard dick is prodding at my hand within seconds of my search.

  “Yes I do Angel, I didn’t think another guy fucking you would turn me on, but looking at the way you look at each other, it makes my dick harder than I ever thought possible. I want to be there when he does it, I want to sit and watch him driving into you.” I gulp down the huge lump that has settled in my throat. The sweat seems to be pouring off of me.

  “God,” I say before taking his mouth in a hungry passion fuelled kiss. I need him so badly right now, I need him in me this very second, filling me and fucking me. My arousal has built so rapidly and so fast that I need the release, I crave it and I will kill for it.

  Leighton removes his lips from mine, burying them in the crevice of my neck, kissing and licking my sensitive skin.

  “Abbi, baby, God you’re so fucking…” There is sudden bang, bang, bang, the noise too familiar to both Leighton and I, for us not to know what it is coming from. It echoes through the large expanse of our home, the hairs on every inch of my body come to stand on end.

  “Oh fuck, no, please.” Leighton drops me from his embrace by the countertop, and is back at the front door within seconds. He forcefully opens it causing it to slam into the wall and crack the plaster.

  “Antonio, God baby, no. please. Help him, someone help. Please baby, open your eyes.” I can hear the shrill cries and screams erupting out of Debbie, coming from the driveway. I feel my heart drop in my chest, a sick feeling rising from my stomach.

  I am still stood dead in the kitchen, unable to move. I can hear everything happening outside.

  “Debbie, get the fuck inside, call an ambulance now. Do not let Abigail out here. Do you hear me?” I can hear the aggression in Leighton’s tone, this is breaking him, and he is going to snap.

  I hear the loud sounds of Debbie’s high heels pounding on the marble floor tiles of the kitchen. I can see her dialling into her phone and then bringing her phone to her ear.

  “Ambulance please.” I can hear the muffles of someone on the other end, just wishing for once they would just send someone instead of faffing around asking questions. “Please just send someone now, my boyfriend, he’s been shot, he’s bleeding, God there’s so much blood. He’s not opening his eyes. Please just send someone quickly.” The tears are pouring profusely out of Debbie’s eyes; her hands are holding the phone really tightly and are shaking so badly I think she might just snap the thing in two.

  This isn’t the same woman I had seen earlier. The confident, dominant, take what I want woman; this is the broken, scared and please help save my boyfriend, woman.

  When the sounds on the other end of the phone stop, confirming the services are on their way, Debbie throws her phone across the room smashing it into the wall.

  I can see her talking to me, but can’t snap out of my daze, I can’t hear a word she is saying. She stalks towards me grabbing ahold of my arms to shake me.

  “Abigail, God damn it, concentrate.” I snap out of my funk, the weird trance my body has learnt to do, to deal with any hurt or pain.

  Her arms encompass me, her warm tears soaking through my top. “Abigail, he’s going to be okay, he’s going to be okay sweetheart.” The conviction in her voice doesn’t sound at all believable. “Oh God, please, hurry.” She is in a state, panicking, and finding it hard to breath. Her chest is fighting to inhale and exhale properly.

  I have to wake up, take control and stop this woman from passing out on me.

  I stand to my full height, which isn’t very tall. “Debbie,” she doesn’t listen so I raise my voice, “DEBBIE! ENOUGH!” I say sternly causing her to halt in her crying and panicking. “We need to calm down; we aren’t any help to Antonio like this. We need to call the boys, they’ll know what to do okay?” She nods, taking calculated breaths in and out.

  I can hear the wail of a multitude of sirens in the near distance. “The paramedics are close, they will save Antonio. I promise you. Now we need to do our bit and call Leighton’s men. I’ll call Maria; she’ll be with the twins. You call Thomas and Scott. Nate is probably with Thomas.” I know Thomas and Nate will be together, they live with each other, whether anyone else knows or not is another question.

  I look to Debbie’s sad face again, I can’t promise Antonio will survive, but I want him to, in my mind I imagine he is safe that he is here and he will still be tomorrow.

  I pick my phone off of the island in the kitchen and press number two on my keys, speed dialling Maria. This is the worst thing I will ever have to do; I will have to tell my best friend, my sister, that her brother is potentially going to die, that he has been shot.

  “Hey you sexy mamma, how are you?” I can’t answer, I am frozen.

  “Abigail, you okay sweetheart?” She knows from my lack of talking that I’m not, she knows me too bloody well.

  “I’m sorry, Maria, I’m so sorry.” I can’t tell her outright, it is too God damn hard.

  “Abbi, what are you talking about, what’s happened?” I can hear the panic in her tone already setting in, she knows something is wrong.

  I hear some scuffling through the speaker, and then Luke’s voice comes through the phone, “Abigail, what is wrong?” His firm tone calms me instantly. I can tell him, he isn’t Maria; he isn’t going to cry down the phone to me.

  “It’s Antonio. He’s, he’s been shot Luke. He and Debbie were leaving and someone shot him, oh God, please, God don’t let him die.” I am starting to cry.

  “FUCK!” I hear Luke curse out. “Brad, we need to get to Leighton’s now.” He shouts out to his twin. “Abbi, do you and Debbie want to come here, it will be safer?”

  “No I need to go to the hospital, they're taking him there. I need to be there. And Debbie and Maria, we all need to go there. We need to be there when he wakes up he’ll want to see us. He’ll need us Luke.” I am rambling, my anxiety is getting bad, and my blood pressure is probably through the poxy roof.

  Sometime along the way, Debbie has picked herself up and become the controlling woman I already know her to be. She takes the phone from my clutch and begins to talk to Luke.

  “Hi Luke, it’s Debbie. Yeah, I’m going to take her to the hospital. No, it’s okay I’ll drive Ant’s Rover. I’ll see you there.” She hangs up and then crouches down to get eye level with me.

  “Abigail, sweetheart, calm down, breathe, in out, in out.” I follow her instructions and drag air into my lungs to calm myself. After a few moments, when I am feeling better, Debbie places her hand on my cheek.

  “Good girl, now, get your shoes on darling, were going to the hospital okay?” she asks me, the mascara slightly smudged under her eyes is the only indication that she has been in a state; she is so calm and together at this moment in time.

  I nod and manage to make my feet walk. I slip my feet into a pair of Uggs I find in the cupboard.

  “Good, now, get your phone and let’s go.” I collect a few bits I will need. My phone, my purse and my jacket as it is pretty much
nearly Christmas and freezing.

  When we go to the front door, there are flashing lights everywhere. Antonio is nowhere to be seen so they have obviously already carted him off; Leighton is pacing the driveway angrily, his hands throwing themselves around and there is steam clearly blowing off of him.

  “Get back in that house now Abigail,” he orders me.

  “Leighton, calm down. I’m taking her to the hospital. She needs to be there when Antonio wakes up. The boys are all on their way round. Maria is going to meet us at the hospital okay.” Debbie begins to drag me away from Leighton.

  I place my hand on her arm, turn to Leighton, who is following close behind, and throw myself into his arms. “God baby, I’m so sorry, please be safe. Take one of the security guys with you. They’re here now.” I cry into his chest. My eyes are spilling over with tears as he pulls me tightly into his strong arms.

  “Leighton, it’s not your fault, and to be safe we’ll take two of the men okay,” Debbie said reassuring him. I can feel him physically relax a little.

  “Thank you Debbie. Please keep my girl safe. I trust that you will.” Debbie is becoming one bad arse bitch in my eyes. How can someone who has just witnessed someone they clearly love, be shot and nearly killed, remain this cool and collected is beyond me. That is the strongest thing I have ever seen from anyone.

  Leighton kisses me once more, strokes my stomach quickly and then addresses me, “I’ll be there as soon as I sort the shit out here. Please call me when you get there, and if you find anything out. I love you Abigail, stay safe please.”

  “I will Leighton, I love you too, God so much.” I kiss his cheek then turn and leave. I climb into the passenger seat of the Range Rover and Debbie starts the engine, pulling away from the chaos that is engulfing our driveway. Two giant men sit in the back, two men I trust with my life.