Sin City Baby

by Rye Hart

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Why in the world was my father sending me away on Christmas Eve? This was our tradition. This was what we always did. Ever since Mom died, we promised one another to keep her favorite tradition alive and well.

  It always made it feel like she was here.

  “But Mom…” I said breathlessly.

  “Will always be here with us,” my father said. “Go spend Christmas Eve with these fine boys. Let me sleep. That’s what I want. To just rest.”

  I felt tears streaming down my face before I leaned over to kiss my father’s hand.

  “Okay,” I said, whispering. “But I’m coming back first thing in the morning. Before the sun even rises.”

  “I wouldn’t expect… anything…”

  It was so much effort for my father to talk, so I simply kissed his lips to silence him. I saw a lopsided smile crawl across his face and I put one more kiss on his forehead for good measure. His skin was so pale and the tubes running in and out of his body were so numerous. I was trying to be strong. I was trying to give him what he needed.

  But I couldn’t shake the fact that I was about to lose my own father over Christmas.

  “Before the sun comes up,” I said.

  He squeezed my hand. Then I allowed myself to drop my father’s hand.

  “You ready, Mr. Lancaster?” the doctor asked.

  My father nodded.

  I stood there with my Lost Boys while they wheeled my father out of the room. Already, his eyes were closing shut and I felt a tug to want to go after him. I wanted to gather him up in my arms, like he always did for me when I was scared, and tell him everything was going to be okay. I felt arms draping over me while I cried and watched the nurses take my father away for more tests while I was simply expected to go home and sleep.

  Like I could just fucking sleep while my father withered away in the hospital all alone.

  Somehow, I got out to Blake’s car. Somehow, I got back to the Trent house. Somehow, I got settled onto the couch with a cup of hot apple cider in my hand and, by the time I processed my surroundings, Chance had turned on a football game. The Eagles were hosting the Raiders this evening and, soon, Owen and Harper came trudging through the doors. The two of them sat down next to me and warmed me with their bodies. Their eyes studied me closely as I sighed with contentment.

  Finally, my boys were all together in one room and I felt like I could finally relax.

  “I think the Eagles have this one,” Chance said.

  “Are you an idiot?” Ethan asked. “The Raiders are gonna kick ass.”

  “I’m with Ethan on this one,” Owen said.

  “Same here,” Harper said.

  “All of you are wrong,” Rowan said. “The Eagles are gonna slaughter them. Have you seen their offense this year?”

  “Their defense is weak, though,” Blake said. “I think it’s gonna be a pretty even game.”

  “You gotta pick one,” I said. “Because I’m not gonna lie, I think the Raiders got this.”

  “See?” Ethan asked. “And we know Kyra’s obsessed, just like we are.”

  “If we’re pittin’ defense against defense, the Eagles have this hands-down,” Blake said.

  “All right, all bets are placed,” Chance said.

  “Wait, who said we were betting anything?” Blake asked.

  Chance grinned.

  “Wanna know why I think the Raiders are gonna pull it out?” I asked.

  “Why’s that, beautiful?” Chance asked.

  “Because Philadelphia is currently second in the entire league for rush yards. You know that’s their specialty. It’s what they use to sneak attack teams all the time. The Raiders are fucking twenty seventh. They haven’t even busted three digits yet in that field. I mean, they’re pretty much even keel on their passing yards, with Oakland only being up by Philly three and a half yards. I mean, come on. Philly’s even got them in first downs. It’s almost a shame.”

  I looked around the room and saw all the guys slowly turning their heads toward me and I could tell they were shocked. But what did they expect? I stayed on top of this stuff to talk with Dad about it, but I also wanted to dominate my fantasy football league.

  “It’s a shame you don’t play fantasy football,” Ethan said, grinning. “Because I could use those stats of yours.”

  “Oh, I do,” I said.

  “Wait, when did you start playing fantasy football?” Rowan asked.

  “Some of the coaches at the school started a league. I wanted in, so they let me in. But I’m sure they’re regretting it now.”

  “Why?” Chance asked.

  “Because I’m the current points champion for the entire school district.”

  The shocked look on their faces was wonderful to bask in. I honestly wasn’t sure why they were shocked. I’d always loved football, at least, as far as they could remember. I finished off my apple cider while we watched part of the first quarter of the game but I was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that Owen was still staring at me.

  “You okay, big guy?” I asked as I turned toward him.

  His hand came up and plucked my mug from between my fingertips before he pulled me onto his lap.

  I squealed with delight as he wrapped his burly arms around me, his lips planting firmly onto mine as I melted into his arms. I straddled his lap while the game droned on in the background and, even though the crowd was cheering wildly, there wasn’t a sound in the room.

  Except for my panting, of course.

  “There’s nothing hotter to me than a woman who likes football,” he said.

  His voice rumbled my chest, like a heavy train rolling across the tracks. His hands slipped underneath my shirt while the calloused pads of his fingers raked across my skin. I shivered in his lap, pressing my tongue between his lips while someone inched my shirt over my head.

  I broke our kiss just long enough to get my shirt off before I went back to sucking on Owen’s bottom lip.

  He growled into me while his fingers relieved me of my bra. I could hear the other brothers dropping their clothes onto the floor while Owen’s massive cock grew underneath my hips. I felt Harper press a kiss to my neck before he reached around, his hands caressing my tits to painful peaks while Owen’s lips made their way down my neck.

  I felt like my body was catching fire and, in an instant, the game was simply a distant memory.

  I was pulled from Owen’s lap by someone before I was picked up into someone’s arms. I looked up and saw Chance, feeling his strong arms around me while he carried me up the stairs. I could hear all the brothers following, shedding their clothes as I was walked into a room. Then, I was settled on one of their beds before Chance’s hands removed the rest of the clothes from my body.

  Immediately, Ethan’s lips connected with mine. Even though he was a hothead, his kisses were always so delicate and fluid. Our lips danced together while someone’s tongue plunged into my pussy and I started grinding down on someone’s face. I had no idea who it was and I had no idea whose cock I was reaching out to grab, but all I knew was that I needed to take my mind off things.

  Take my mind off this shitty fucking day.

  I felt my body quickly reaching its precipice while someone’s tongue worked me wonderfully. Ethan broke our kiss before his cock came into view and I looked down to see Blake between my legs. His hazel eyes looked up at me while his beard tickled the insides of my legs and, almost immediately, I was coming onto his tongue. My juices slid from my body, trickling down my ass crack while I moaned out into the room.

  But soon Ethan stuffed his cock down my throat, muffling my sounds as Blake pulled away.

  Ethan wrapped his hands into my hair while Owen got between my legs. He shoved his massive dick inside my body, causing me to moan and groan while Ethan pumped harder. I reached out for Ethan’s rippling abs while Owen slammed into my pussy, but the moment Owen threw my leg over his shoulder, I could feel Ethan’s cock pulsing against my cheeks.
r />   “Shit yeah,” Ethan growled. “Kyra. Holy fuck. You feel fantastic.”

  Ethan poured himself down my throat and I drank him down, sucking every last drop from him while Owen folded my body to his every whim and will. Ethan collapsed off the bed, panting and shivering, but I didn’t get a reprieve for long before Harper was standing in front of me.

  I took Harper’s thick dick between my lips just as Owen began to play with my clit and I knew I was done for as Harper hit the back of my throat.

  “I’m coming. Yes. Owen. Shit! Fuck!”

  My sounds were muffled by Harper’s body while my pussy trembled around Owen. He grunted and groaned, his teeth sinking into the meat of my tits while my back arched. Harper kept his self-control and didn’t thrust, allowing my throat to close wonderfully around his girth as he bit down onto his lower lip. I felt Owen spill into me, our intermingled juices spilling out of my body, and for a second, I had to gather my swirling head before I could suck Harper’s dick.

  But Chance soon replaced Owen, his cock pressing against my swollen entrance while spit dripped down my face.

  “You are so gorgeous,” Chance said as he pressed into me. “And fuck. So tight.”

  His strokes were long and languid, giving me a chance to breathe while Harper slowly fucked my face. I reached out, allowing myself to cup Harper’s balls while his thrusts got faster. Chance bent over and sucked one of my nipples between his teeth, pulling at them slightly as I arched deeper into him.

  Then suddenly, Harper shoved himself down the curve of my throat and spilled his hot come into my stomach.

  “Oh, Kyra. Holy hell. The things you do to me.” The words dripping from Harper’s lips set my soul on fire.

  Harper stayed seated between my lips until I felt him shriveling up. Then he removed himself so I could breathe. I gasped for air just as Chance picked up his pace and, soon, my tits were flying in all directions while he pounded me into the mattress. Rowan knelt onto the bed next to me, his hand brushing my sweaty hair from my forehead. His cock was leaking desperately, a thin trail streaming all the way down to the bed.

  What a waste that was.

  I reached my hand up and grabbed his dick, guiding it to my lips while Chance marked my body with his teeth. Rowan threw his head back in pleasure, robbing me of the sight of his green eyes while he wrapped his long, slender fingers in my hair. Chance was devouring my body, kissing and nipping every place he could for as long as he could. Then, I felt his hips beginning to stutter just as I began sucking on Rowan’s cock.

  “Kyra. Kyra. Yes. Fuck.”

  Chance’s breathless remarks puckered every inch of skin on my body and the moment he spilled into me, I felt him fill every part of me. I closed my eyes and felt him press deeply into me, his face burying into my tits while my free hand ran through his salt-and-peppered hair.

  Oh, the things I wanted to do to that man in private.

  Rowan slowed his thrusts in my mouth before he pulled out. I looked up at him with a confused look on my face, a mixture of come and spit sliding down my cheek. I felt someone take me in their arms as they turned me over. I realized my ass was covered in the residue of our passion, just before my hips were pulled up to the sky.

  In an instant, Rowan wiggled himself underneath me and held his cock out for me to devour.

  I sank my lips onto it, teasing the head of his cock while he groaned. I fluttered my gaze up to him and watched, imploring his green eyes to look down onto me. His eyes were so beautiful and I didn’t want to miss them. I wanted to see his darkened pleasure wash over them when I sucked every last drop of come from his low-hanging balls.

  Then, I felt it.

  I felt Blake press a kiss to my lower back.

  I moaned around Rowan’s cock, causing him to wrap his fingers tightly in my hair. Blake kissed all the way up my back while the other brothers watched and I shivered as his lips approached my ear. I loved it when he did this. I loved it when a romantic quote from a book he was reading rolled off the tip of his tongue. My eyes fluttered closed, and my ass pressed into him, begging for his cock while his breathing rippled over my skin.

  “Sex is a team sport, sugar,” he said.

  Then he slammed his cock into my pussy and set a relentless pace.

  I was wailing and panting, swallowing down Rowan’s thickness while Blake rolled his hips into mine. He cracked my ass cheek, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body. I moaned so deeply I felt Rowan’s legs grow taut and, soon, he lost control of his own restraint and began ramming his cock down my throat.

  Crack after crack set my ass on fire and my pussy pulsed around Blake’s cock while my throat closed around Rowan’s. I felt swept away by the current. I felt it dragging me out to sea. I felt myself treading water in the middle of the ocean, with no land in sight and no raft to keep me afloat.

  And one by one, the Trent brothers were dragging me under.

  I wanted to drown myself in them. I wanted to cover my body with them. In that moment, I realized this wasn’t simply about distracting myself. I genuinely loved each and every one of them. I loved Ethan’s delicate kisses and Owen’s fiery passion. I loved Chance’s need to be in control and Harper’s gentle touches. I loved it when Rowan held back as much as he could until he couldn’t anymore and I was loving the imprints of Blake’s hand that were being seared onto my ass cheeks.

  I loved every single part of my Lost Boys and I had no idea what to do about it.

  “Kyra, yes,” Rowan said. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Oh, shit. That mouth of yours. Oh fuck.”

  The way Rowan’s voice got lower and lower caused my fingernails to dig into his thighs. I pulled him as close as I could get him, choking on his cock and gagging while he throbbed against my throat. Blake was pounding into me so hard I could feel his balls smacking my clit, causing my body to shiver with anticipation. Rowan held my head down onto his cock, pumping stream after stream of arousal down my throat myself and, in that instant, I felt myself fall over the edge.

  Rowan moaned at my muffled sounds while they rattled his ribcage and my pussy was holding Blake in a vice grip. My body pulled him deeper and deeper, threatening to hold onto him and never let go. His hands ran up my back, my ass burning, and all of our juices dripped down the insides of my thighs.

  I could feel his cock pulsing against my walls as Rowan pulled himself from me, allowing my head to lay in his lap while he stroked his fingers through my hair.

  “Such a good girl for us,” Rowan said. “So beautiful and so willing.”

  I whimpered at his words. My climax still shook my body while Blake buried himself into me time and time again.

  I panted and moaned. Grunted and whimpered. Blake’s cock grew to epic proportions, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He was like a wild animal, chasing his high while my body burned for every single part of him. Then, when he finally reached his end, he wrapped his hand in my hair, tugged me back, and enveloped my lips in a kiss.

  He flooded my pussy with his hot come, rendering me breathless with his kiss before we both collapsed onto the bed.

  My head was in Rowan’s lap while Blake was on my back. We were all panting, trying desperately to catch our breath. I felt two of the brothers snake their hands within mine, interlocking our fingers while my eyes fluttered shut. All I wanted to do was bask in this moment. Drink it all in before I had to wake up and get back to reality.

  If only every day could be like this. That would be the ultimate Christmas gift.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - OWEN

  I ended up sleeping on our bullshit couch last night because I didn’t want to force Kyra to share my bed with me while we slept. Chance had plopped her down into my room for the fun festivities and, by the time we were all ready to gather ourselves, she was asleep. I knew she was still struggling with all this and trying not to play favorites, so I parked my ass on the couch for the night instead of trying to snuggle against her.

  And fuck, my back hurt
from the lumpy couch.

  I got up and stretched, popping my back before I cracked my neck. The sun wasn’t quite above the trees yet and there was still a hushed calm over the mountain we lived on. I rose from the couch in nothing but my pajama pants and headed for the kitchen, ready to tame the appetite I’d worked up last night.

  I was surprised to find Kyra in there, making a ton of pancakes in the shape of Christmas trees.

  She looked over at me and smiled, the marks from last night glistening against her skin. She had on a shirt that was draped off her shoulder, covering just enough for me to salivate for more. She had on knee-high socks and her long blonde hair was flowing down her back. She looked absolutely radiant standing in that kitchen on Christmas morning.

  “Merry Christmas,” she said, grinning.

  I walked over to her and gave her a hug but she quickly turned into my body. Her hands fluttered up my abs, shivering my spine before she locked her hands around my neck. Her eyes were darkened, coursing with the sexual energy I could feel pulsing between us.

  I captured her lips with mine, allowing our tongues to caress each other’s while she set my blood on fire.

  I picked her up without hesitation and sat her on the edge of the counter. Her knees parted for my body, accepting the whole of me as my lips trailed down her neck. Her scent and her giggle were all the Christmas gift I needed and, suddenly, I wanted to unwrap her body and fuck her right here on this kitchen counter.

  “Your beard tickles,” she said, giggling.

  “And you taste good,” I said.

  “Could you set the table for breakfast? I’m almost done.”

  I gave her skin one last kiss, watching as goosebumps puckered up her skin before I relented.

  I set the table for all of us to eat and, one by one, my brothers wandered down. They all stopped and admired Kyra while she whipped around the kitchen. Then, one by one, Kyra allowed them to kiss her after our night of passion. I watched all the brothers hold her, kiss her, and dote on how beautiful she looked and tell her she was the only present they’d ever need. And for some reason, I felt content. There was no jealousy and there was no anger. There was simply all of us gathered together.