Snatch: Cerberus MC Book 5

by Marie James

  “You guys don’t act very gay,” he says with skepticism.

  “Act gay?” Khloe says, ready to go to our defense.

  I hold my hand up. “Hold on, Khloe. Let him explain.”

  I fight the grin that is tugging at my lips because I know Snake doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, his vocabulary is just limited.

  “I mean, you guys just sit there. You hang out, drink beer, joke around with us exactly like you did before you turned gay.”

  I cock my head to the side.

  “Before they turned gay?” Khloe argues.

  Kid places a hand on her thigh and whispers. “Sweet Girl, what did I say?”

  “Don’t feed the animals,” she mutters.

  A collective laugh echoes around the room at her response.

  “What are you trying to say?” Snatch asks leaning forward, so his elbows are resting on his knees. “You think we’re joking just because he’s not sitting in my lap or sucking…”

  Dominic clearing his throat draws our eyes. His eyebrow rises in warning as Jasmine covers his rock with her paper hand.

  “Sorry,” Snatch apologizes.

  “You should try it,” I add. “Being intimate with your best friend is out of this world.”

  “Here, here,” Kincaid cheers, pulling Ivy’s bottle from her sleeping mouth and raising it in a toast. I swear Em melts into a puddle beside him.

  Snake shakes his head, and I think he’s outwardly rejecting the idea, but then he opens his mouth. “Tried. My gag reflex sucks and this one,” he jerks his finger over his shoulder toward Ace. “He nearly puked before I got the tip in.”

  Silence washes over the entire room as we all stare at them.

  “Dumb ass,” Ace says breaking the silence and slapping Snake on the back of the head.

  Dom clears his throat again. “You ready to go home, angel?”

  Jasmine nods her head. “Matilda needs a bath.”

  “She got a bath this morning,” Mak argues but stands from the couch. “The puppy is clean.”

  “We aren’t trying to run you off,” Snatch says, the apology clear in his voice. “We can keep it clean.”

  Snake snickers.

  “Maybe not,” I mutter.

  “Oh you’re not,” Mak assures. “They said the tiredness is supposed to go away in the second trimester, but it just hasn’t yet.”

  “Not in pregnancies with multiples,” Em chimes in.

  Mak’s eyes widen as big as saucers, and Dom gets a glint in his eyes as if he’s praying she’s carrying more than one baby.

  We all say our goodbyes as they leave and head to their house.

  “Another beer?” Snatch says as he gets up from the couch.

  “Bottle of water, but I can get it. I’m not an invalid.”

  He leans in close. “Save your energy. You’re gonna need it in just a little bit.”

  My blood heats at his promise, which turns to boiling when he leans in all the way and kisses me as if no other soul in the room exists.

  “That’s so damn hot,” Bri groans from the other side of the room.

  “Yep, they’re definitely gay,” Snake adds.

  Khloe chuckles, finally realizing Snake and Ace just lack filters and don’t mean any ill-will toward us.

  “Are you guys going to get married?” Khloe asks just as Snatch is walking back and handing over the bottle of water.

  I hiss when his hand jolts and the bottle falls on my crotch.

  “I’m not being a damn bridesmaid,” Snake mutters.

  My lip twitches, but I refuse to answer, not because I’m hiding anything, but because I honestly don’t know. We’ve talked about forever several times, but wedding bells haven’t been mentioned.

  I turn the tables on her. “You and Kid ever getting married?”

  Kid smiles, a knowing shine in his eyes. “I’ve told her no less than a hundred times this week alone that we’re getting married.”

  “And I told you,” she counter, “That just telling me it’s going to happen doesn’t make it a proposal.”

  They begin to whisper argue, but when I look up, I notice Griffin sitting beside Em and Shadow and Misty have disappeared.

  “Wanna head to bed before they realize we never answered the question?” Snatch asks in my ear.

  “Please,” I say with a chuckle and get up off of the couch. I can’t hide the wince when my muscles flex and strain against the repaired area in my thigh.

  “Do you need a pain pill?” I love the concern in his voice. He’s taken care of me every second since my accident.

  “No.” I give him an evil smile. “But I may need help getting my pants off.”

  “Can we watch?” Snake says from across the room.

  I have to catch Snatch by the shirt before he flies across the room and Snake ends up with a boot to his face.

  “Fuck is with you asking us that?” he hisses.

  Snake shrugs.

  “Would you ever ask me if you can watch while I make love to my wife?” Kincaid asks on a snarl.

  “Fuck no, Prez. That shit’s personal.”

  “Same fucking thing with them,” Kincaid says with an exaggerated point in our direction.

  I smile as the blood drains from Snake’s face. Ace has the wherewithal to facepalm at his ridiculous best friend.

  “I’ve put up with it long enough. Your mouth is bad enough when you’re sober, but you stop drinking now.”

  “Forever?” Snake asks

  “Until you can learn to control your mouth,” Kincaid corrects.

  We walk out while Kincaid continues to chastise Snake like the deviant child that he is.

  “Why are you smiling?” Snatch asks as we turn down the hallway toward our room.

  I chuckle. “I feel bad for him. It can’t be easy being that stupid.”

  “He thinks he’s funny. He’s more than able to know what he should say and what he shouldn’t,” Snatch argues. “Don’t feel sorry for him.”

  “It’s more like pity. I think he’s upset…” Snatch’s fingers press against my lips, halting my words.

  “I don’t want to talk about anyone but us.” He hits his knees in front of me the second the door is shut and locked.

  “Are you proposing?” I whisper as he reaches under the bed and pulls out a box.

  “Yes,” he answers with a smirk that tells me he’s not being serious.

  He flips the top of the box off and holds it up so I can see.

  “Will you marry me?” I laugh, nearly falling over when I see the black cock ring on the top of white tissue paper.

  I grin down at him as he sets the box aside and works my basketball shorts off of my hips. I forget what we were even talking about when his mouth wraps around my dick.

  He hums around my cock as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. We haven’t done much since the accident, and a couple of handjobs in the shower pales in comparison to what he’s doing right now.

  I bump against the back of his throat, and my vision swims.

  “We have to take it to the bed,” I groan. “I’m going to fall.”

  He works to get my tennis shoes and socks off, and I pull my t-shirt over my head. With our combined effort, I’m stark naked in under a minute. My hands find his muscled chest as his own t-shirt clears his head and is tossed to the floor.

  “I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” I pant helping to push his jeans down his legs.

  “I’m the one who’s getting fucked tonight,” he admits with a sly smile.

  Chapter 38

  Snatch

  Itchy stares at me like I’ve spoken in Russian before his head starts to shake back and forth.

  “I don’t know about that,” he says, doubt filling his voice.

  I reach for and grip his cock. “Says the guy who's cock is hard as a steel pipe.”

  “You were just sucking it,” he backpedals. “I don’t expect that.”

  “But you want to,” I counter.

&nbs
p; “Of course, but not because you feel like you have to. I like getting fucked.”

  “You don’t think I will?” I lean in and kiss his shocked mouth. “I want it. I’ve wanted it for a long time. I’m tired of being too scared to ask for what I need.”

  “You may not like it,” he continues to argue.

  “We won’t know until we try, but I bet it’s going to feel amazing.”

  “You got the cock ring because you knew I was going to come the second I got the head in.”

  He laughs, reminded of the sex toy he reaches down and grabs it from the box.

  “It took every ounce of control I could muster not to blow the second I slid inside of you that day in the shower. I’m just being preemptive.”

  “You know me well,” he murmurs against my mouth when I go in for another kiss. “Bed. Now. I need to get you ready to take my cock.”

  I lie on my side because I know his leg has to be screaming in pain. I don’t want him to overdo it, but I can’t wait any longer. He grabs a bottle of lube from the bedside table and positions himself opposite of me, the sight of his straining cock right in front of my face makes my nerves increase tenfold.

  “Fuck,” I moan when his talented mouth wraps around the head of my cock.

  It’s gentle, tentative suction at first, but soon turns to deliberate, long strokes. My hips buck of their own accord. Instead of gagging, he chuckles and takes me even deeper.

  “Don’t come,” he commands popping off the top. “It’ll be more intense if I’m in you.”

  My legs tremble when the sound of the lube top being opened reaches my ears. It’s not the first time he’s had his fingers inside of me, but it’s what comes after that makes my nerves ratchet up.

  “Ohhh,” I hiss when his cold, probing fingers find their target. “Keep doing that while sucking, and I’ll come too quick.”

  His mouth releases me, replaced by a soft stroking hand, the attention just enough to keep me teetering on the edge, but not enough to send me over the cliff.

  Slowly, he works me, opening me, preparing me. My need to have him is growing by the second, and I fully understand what he’s feeling when I tease him to the point that he’s begging me to fuck him.

  “Please,” I beg, needing exactly that.

  “Put the cock ring on me, Jaxon.”

  I’d forgotten about the damn thing even though I’m clutching it in my hand. My eyes flutter, and my hand grips the blanket under us as his fingers trace over that spot deep inside. Now I know why he jolts like he’s being electrocuted when I do the same to him.

  “Cock ring,” he hisses.

  His hand releases my cock, giving me back just enough focus to stretch the ring around the base of his cock and around his nuts. I lick them for good measure, loving the way they look all trussed up.

  “Jesus. Stop that.” His hips pull away the same time his hands release me.

  I hit my hands and knees, past the point of needing him inside of me.

  I feel him move on the bed, but never feel the tip of his cock against me or the warmth of his thighs against the back of mine. Looking over my shoulder, I see him laying with his back to the headboard stroking lube down his cock.

  “I need you to ride me,” he says.

  I nod and turn back around, so I’m facing him.

  “I’m an asshole and forgot about your leg.”

  “Not just that, this way,” he says as I straddle his hips. “It gives you more control. I’ll hurt you if I’m able to take over.”

  “I’m nervous,” I admit as I position the head of his cock against my prepared entrance.

  “We don’t have to do this,” he says but groans when I sink an inch down on his cock. “Never mind. We really need to do this.”

  I wince at the initial stretch.

  “Go slow,” he instructs. “That burn you feel will go away, just give it a second.”

  I lean forward and take his mouth with mine, tongue stroking his. It’s aggressive almost like retaliation for the pinch of pain I’m feeling, but just as he promised the discomfort dissipates.

  Flexing his hips, he sinks a little deeper. I clutch his shoulders, fingers digging in harder than I’d planned.

  “So much for having control,” I pant.

  “You feel fucking amazing. Soft, hot, so fucking tight.” His praise washes over me, and I settle farther on to him, nearly taking him to the base when he lifts me off with his hands under my thighs before urging me down again.

  “Jesus.” I close my eyes, squeezing them shut at the intrusion.

  One hand leaves my thigh and immediately strokes down my cock. I continue the momentum, up and down, push and pull. This is the most intense thing I’ve felt before in my life.

  “How does it feel?” he rasps.

  “Amazing,” I moan.

  “Cock ring isn’t gonna help this time,” he admits. “I need you to come.”

  His hand works faster, but as wonderful as it feels, I know I can’t come. The sensations are so overwhelming it’s like my body can’t focus on one single thing to cling to.

  “I can’t,” I confess.

  “You can,” he urges. “Focus on my hand.”

  I do as he says, but my hips start working faster at the same time.

  “Goddamn it,” he groans. “That’s going to end this.”

  My eyes find his, urging him on. The strain on his face almost comical as he tries to resist the orgasm that I can only imagine is trying to tie his nuts in knots.

  “Let go. Come for me.”

  One hard, final drive of his hips and I can feel him pulsing inside of me.

  “Fuuuck,” he groans for the hundredth time tonight.

  His eyes find mine once he regains focus. Hand still working my cock, he looks disappointed.

  “You didn’t come.”

  “Sorry,” I mutter, climbing off of him.

  “Don’t fucking apologize. I’m the one who should be saying sorry.” He shifts me, so I’m on my back. “Let me apologize.”

  My cock sinks into his talented mouth, and I’m lost. Nipping, sucking, paying close attention to the spot he knows I love on the underside, I’m on the edge in a matter of seconds.

  “Your fucking mouth,” I hiss. “Fuck, baby I’m coming.”

  Not much of a warning considering I was coming before the words left my mouth. Like the amazing man that he is, he never misses a beat, still sucking while swallowing my come.

  ***

  “Do we have to fucking talk about it? Like living it wasn’t bad enough,” I mutter as we switch positions in the shower.

  We’d laid in bed for a while after we made love, but a shower was necessary.

  “I’m just saying that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I read an article, and it explained that a ton of bottoms don’t come while being fucked.”

  I sigh. This makes the third time he’s said that since we climbed in here. Seems like we have to hash it out or he won’t drop it.

  “You come like a fucking freight train when you’re getting fucked,” I remind him.

  “I love being a bottom. I love it when you fuck me. I crave it.” He frowns at me when I smile. “You needed to be sure before we did that. Now that you regret it, I feel like shit.”

  I take a menacing step toward him until our wet chests are flat against each other. “I enjoyed it, and I don’t regret it. I feel like I let you down.”

  “You didn’t,” he whispers against my lips. “It was amazing. For you to give yourself to me like that. It was amazing.”

  “Good,” I tell him before catching his mouth with mine, kissing him until both of our previously spent cocks are hard between us.

  “I’ll fall if you try to fuck me in this shower,” he says with a smile against my lips.

  “We better get rinsed off then.”

  I take a step back and hand him the shampoo. Grabbing the bar of soap, I spend exceedingly more time than needed washing his body, paying extra attention to his cock a
nd balls.

  “Is this how it’s always going to be?” He tilts his head back, rinsing shampoo from his hair.

  I huff a laugh. “Getting tired of me already?”

  “No,” he says wiping water from his face so he can open his eyes and look at me. “You made it very clear that you weren’t gay. ‘I’m bisexual.'” He says in a higher pitched voice, a horrible impression of mine.

  “I’m not interested in a triad.” I wipe at a patch of soap suds clinging to his cheek. “I meant it when I rejected Darby. That’s not what I want.”

  “You don’t ever want to fuck another woman?”

  I search his face for answers, but he’s managed to school it into impassivity.

  “What do you want?” I ask when trying to read him fails.

  He smiles. “I wouldn’t mind sharing a woman every now and then. I think you could come with me in your ass if someone was sucking you off.”

  My laugh echoes off of the wall. “You think?”

  “Only one way to find out,” he whispers as he leans in to kiss my lips. “And I’m dying to find out.”

  “You just want to fuck me again.” His lips smile against mine.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you again,” he confesses.

  I kiss him feverishly, keeping our mouths and hands busy for the rest of the night just so I don’t admit that it’s exactly what I want too.

  Chapter 39

  Itchy

  Sitting in the garage with the guys, I smile when Snatch walks in with a couple of beers in his hands. Leaning in, he kisses me chastely before handing me one.

  “That’s one way to get around the ‘No Women in the Garage’ rule,” Snake mutters.

  Snatch kicks at his boot before sitting down in the empty chair beside me. Our knees touch, but that and an occasional kiss is usually the extent of our public affection. I’m sure it’s because Snatch still isn’t as comfortable with being ‘out’ as he wants me to believe. It’s been months since my accident, yet he still maintains a respectable distance most of the time in front of everyone. It’s a different story when he’s been drinking.

  “What’s your damn problem anyway?” Snatch asks Snake who has continued to sit there grumbling.