by Reid, B. B.
He opened them a moment later, and I didn’t like the contemplation in his eyes—like he was considering something he shouldn’t. His angry, black gaze was darker than usual under cover of trees just before sunlight. I shivered in desire laced with fear just as the sound of something hitting the ground drew our attention.
Lying in the grass next to my hip was a square packet of gold foil with Magnum Extra Large written in black.
My gaze shot to the path behind Loren to see that Houston and Rich had caught up. Houston was still slipping his wallet back into the pockets of his sweats when our gazes met. It figures he’d be the one that came prepared.
“Make it count,” he said to Loren when the bassist looked over his shoulder.
I guess it was the only protection they’d brought, which told me getting fucked in a public park that would be filling up with people soon hadn’t been their plan for me.
“Oh, I will,” Loren promised while gazing down at me. Snatching up the rubber, he kissed me again before I could remember that I should be saying no.
“Your five minutes are up,” I whined when he started ripping open his jeans. It was a weak attempt to resist him at best.
“Not quite,” he said with a cocky twist of his lips before shoving his jeans down his thighs and revealing his thick and veiny cock. He was already leaking pre-cum at the tip. I let my gaze travel the length of him and knew I’d feel him long after he was done with me. I watched him tear open the condom with his teeth before skillfully slipping it on.
Still, I didn’t object.
As I lay there trembling and growing wetter by the second, he yanked my panties down my thighs and pushed my legs apart to make room for him.
“I want to see her tits,” Rich whispered from his perch against a tree.
Loren smiled as he obliged him. Once my dress was shoved around my waist, leaving me bare above and below, Loren ran a long finger down my sopping wet opening.
“Is all this for me, Miss Fawn?” Chuckling when I refused to answer him, he slipped his finger inside. “Maybe I won’t give you my dick,” he mused as he gently fingered me. “You’ve been a bad girl this morning.”
Refusing to let him have all the power, I forced a smile to my lips. “If you won’t, they will. Either way, I’ll have some fun.”
Never losing his infuriating smirk, Loren took his finger away.
My legs immediately cradled him as he settled between my thighs, and then I felt this dick prodding my entrance when he whispered in my ear.
“That won’t work anymore, baby fawn. We’ve decided you’re ours.” Slowly, he began to fill me, making my lips part as he stared into my eyes. He didn’t speak again until he reached the hilt, and we both released a low, satisfied sound. “All of ours.”
Instantly, I was coming around his dick.
“Aw, fuck,” Loren moaned under his breath. My pussy had locked him in a vice grip.
“She’s coming, isn’t she?” Houston remarked. They’d been so silent until now I’d almost forgotten they were there.
“I think she likes the idea of belonging to all of us,” Rich teased as he looked on.
I was still releasing soft whimpers, my chest heaving from each hard breath when Loren began to move. “She’s as tight as you described her,” he remarked in a strained voice. His thrusts were slow and gentle, allowing me to get used to his size and invasion. “Holy fuck, I’m not going to last.”
“I blew my load in three when I had her,” Rich admitted.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Houston groused as he kept watch. “Sun’s coming up, and we need to get back.”
I can’t explain why the three of them talking around me, like I was something to use turned me on, but as Loren sped up his thrusts, I found myself coming for a second time.
“Do I still have your motherfucking attention?” he questioned as he pounded me with short brutal thrusts.
The medallion around his neck swung like a pendulum, beating against his chest already dripping with sweat, and making a clinking sound that was mostly drowned by the sound of his hips meeting mine.
I could feel my breasts swaying from his rough movements and knew Rich watched them with a hunger there’d be no time to sate.
Lost in the feeling of being thoroughly fucked, my head fell to the side. I couldn’t stifle the sounds I made, either. If someone wandered over, there’d be no question what we were up to.
Loren increased his tempo, and my fingers began ripping the grass from the ground in an attempt to hold on.
“Answer me.”
I tried.
Every time my voice was cut short with a choked cry when he’d shove deeper inside of me.
Loren was a remorseless fuck.
He drew out my pleasure even when it caused me pain. I felt like I was being driven wild, trapped in the den they made for me.
“Yes,” I managed to moan only when he finally let up. He was back to fucking me slow, but there was nothing gentle about it.
“Show me.” I didn’t understand how until he flipped onto his back, leaving me on top and gazing down at him. “Ride my dick like you rode my pillow, you insolent little thing.”
Rich released a groan that sounded like he was being tortured, and then I heard clothes rustling, prompting me to look over my shoulder. Rich had his dick out now and was stroking it furiously as he watched me ride his friend. I licked my lips, remembering his taste, and deciding I wanted more. Seeing the invitation in my eyes, he ambled over.
A moment later, I had my left hand wrapped around Rich and my right planted on Loren’s chest.
“Eyes on me,” Loren growled. He’d drawn my attention back to him. “He’s had his turn.”
Bouncing on his rod, I dug my long nails into Loren’s chest, making him grunt in pain as I continued to stroke Rich. Not done making him sorry, I began to carve my name over and over.
“Fuck, she’s ambidextrous,” Loren breathed before tossing his head back and groaning. “She’s fucking ambidextrous.”
Feeling another orgasm rising, I rocked my hips at a furious pace, using Loren for the friction I needed to come.
This time I wasn’t alone.
Unable to hold back any longer, Loren seized my hips to keep me still and began pounding me hard from below. My mouth fell open from the sensation of Loren completely wrecking my middle. His movements became jerky soon after, and then he froze as he flooded the condom. The grunt he released was cut off when my pussy began contracting around him. The look in his eyes said I owned him as I held his dick in yet another vice grip.
Turning to Rich, no words were spoken between us before I swallowed his dick in three gulps. It took maybe thirty seconds of rough deep throating before he was coming with a groan that I felt in my bones. Breathing hard, his knees shook a little when he took a step back and pulled up his shorts.
I winked at Rich, and once he smiled, I turned my attention back to Loren.
Still nestled inside of me, he lay there with his eyes closed, body relaxed, and his breathing slow and deep. It took me five seconds of calling his name to realize he’d fallen asleep.
“We need to talk,” Houston informed me the moment we were through the door. We were back inside our hotel suite, and we’d almost gotten here unscathed.
At the edge of the park, we were spotted by early joggers who’d paid no mind to our rumpled clothing or the grass in our hair as they excitedly requested our autographs. By that time, we’d drawn more attention. Once the crowd had gotten too big for us to handle safely, Loren took my hand, and the four of us made a run for it.
Sighing, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to my room before turning and gripping the railing. “Is the topic in any way related to our next show?”
I watched the three of them gape at me with matching, confused frowns. If I weren’t so exhausted and knew better by now, I’d think that they were adorable.
“I didn’t think so,” I said when none of them responded.
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bsp; I bet they thought me spreading my legs meant all would be forgiven. I’d given them time to plead their case and be heard, and they hadn’t used it wisely, so…no. All was not forgiven.
“Thanks for the orgasms.” Turning, I gingerly climbed the sweeping stairs. Loren and his friends had done a number on me in more ways than one.
What…the hell?
How is it that we kept making the same mistakes? Or maybe we were making all new ones. I didn’t know anymore. I couldn’t tell which way was up.
Houston hadn’t said a word after Braxton left us with our dicks in our hands…so to speak. He’d disappeared inside his room, and not long after, I heard the shower running.
Me, I was sitting at the kitchen island, rubbing my temples and contemplating our next move.
Not all of us had taken her rejection so calmly, though.
“Braxton Francesca Fawn, you open this goddamn door, right now!” Loren shouted as he pummeled her bedroom door.
“Damn it, Lo!” I snapped when my head began to throb out of control. “You know that’s not going to work, so sit the hell down.”
Loren looked at me, back to the door, and then me again before giving her door one last look and kicking it hard as hell.
Returning to the lower level, he dashed into the spare we shared and returned with his stash before rolling up. If nothing else, weed definitely mellowed him whenever he was off his fucking rocker.
“How the fuck is it that she still won’t talk to us?” he said after passing me the joint.
I shrugged as I brought it to my lips and inhaled. “Maybe it’s because she gave us the chance, and you chose to have sex with her instead?”
“Easy for you to judge when you already had her. Sue me. I was feeling left out.”
I shook my head as I regarded my best friend. He was the smartest idiot I knew. “You were better off not knowing how good she feels—at least until she’s done icing us out.”
“I really thought we were coming back for round two,” he admitted before chuckling bitterly. Me too. “I would have even been happy just getting to hold her.”
Laughing at Loren’s expense as he slumped in his stool, I eyed him. “I never took you for a sap.”
He shrugged while staring somberly at the granite countertop. “And I never thought you’d grow some balls, yet here we are.”
Since I was still holding his joint and knew it was the last of his stash, I tossed his shit in the sink and flipped the garbage disposal switch near my leg.
“What did you do that for?” he yelled. His mouth was open as he stared inside the sink in horror.
“Cuz you’re a bitch,” I said while standing up. I flipped the switch when I was sure there was nothing left. “And we agreed a long time ago to quit this shit. Nothing’s changed.”
“Everything’s changed,” he bit back.
I was already walking away from him, so I didn’t respond. I needed a shower, and even though cleaning up was the last thing on my mind, I was hoping it would distract me for a while. As soon as I was done, Loren hopped in, and I knew he’d be occupied for a while.
Motherfucker stayed in there for hours, it seemed.
As soon as I had finished dressing, I called Danielle, our assistant. After telling her what I wanted, I hung up.
It only took her an hour to get the things I needed, and after checking to make sure it was all there, I climbed the short stairs to Braxton’s room. It was quiet as hell on the other side, making me paranoid that she’d snuck out again. Knocking, I waited, and still, there was no sound. Had she fallen asleep?
I knocked again, and finally, thankfully, I heard her footsteps.
“Go away, Loren,” she whispered when she came and stood by the door.
“It’s Rich.” I didn’t like that she still hesitated instead of immediately opening her door. Two months ago, she would have welcomed me in with a smile I took for granted. When the door cracked, and I was staring into her big, brown eyes, I exhaled.
My relief was short-winded by her cold tone. “What do you want?”
“I want to apologize. I’ve been a jerk.”
“It’s fine,” she said in a tone that assured me it wasn’t.
“If that were true, you wouldn’t feel the need to keep this door between us. That’s my fault, and I want to make it up to you.”
When her brows dipped, I knew I had her curiosity, if not her forgiveness. Not yet anyway. “How?”
Unable to help my smile, I wordlessly held up the bag from the wig and costume store.
“You weren’t kidding!” Braxton exclaimed as she stood in front of the wax replicas.
I chuckled as she gaped at Houston’s likeness. He was the only one in our exhibit who wasn’t smiling. That was pretty goddamn accurate if you asked me.
When she was finally satisfied that it really wasn’t him, she moved to the one of me. I was standing next to Houston, wearing one of my hoodies, and holding a set of drumsticks—lip piercing, silver eyes with gold flecks, and all.
“It looks just like you,” she whispered so no one would overhear.
I was wearing a disguise too.
Braxton had laughed for ten minutes straight when I donned the brown Annie wig, sideburns, mustache, and black-rimmed glasses. I looked like the nerdy version of Jacques Grande from The Love Guru.
I have no idea what made Dani choose the short, purple wig for Braxton—or why it worked.
I just knew with those expressive brown eyes and adorable freckles that she looked like a goddamn manga character.
And now, all I could think about when I looked at her was the anime porn I used to watch as a kid. She’d changed into a black, sleeveless ribbed dress so form-fitting I wondered if she was wearing panties. And she’d paired it with black thigh-high socks and her combat boots.
“Loren’s going to be pissed when he finds out they made his nose too big,” she remarked with a snort.
She was now standing in front of Loren’s that was placed on the other side of mine, leaving me sandwiched between Houston and Loren. The museum had captured his abs since his shirt was depicted open, the medallion he never took off, and even his signature smirk.
With an evil gleam in her eye, she posed next to the statue and quickly snapped a selfie. I was pretty sure she was planning to show it to him later.
I know it seemed shady not to have invited Houston and Loren, but I’d barely talked her into letting me come. I was hoping to at least soften her up enough for them to win her over on their own.
“I can’t believe this is your first time seeing it,” she said absently after she’d moved on. Calvin’s wax replica was right next to Loren’s.
“It’s only been six months since they added it, and this is our first time back in the city since our last tour.”
“Do you miss him?” she blurted.
I was a little startled at her rapid change of subject.
“Who?” I don’t know why I asked when I already knew.
“Calvin,” she said while still admiring his statue. “You guys don’t seem like you mourn him.”
Because we don’t. I forced myself not to shrug or sound too defensive when I spoke. “It’s been months.”
Her head turned, and then she stared at me.
I knew she was disappointed by my cold answer. She left me under the scrutiny of her gaze for what seemed like forever before nodding as if she accepted my answer. I could already see her shutting down and cursed Calvin from the grave. I was not going to let him take anything else of mine away.
“We weren’t friends,” I heard myself say. My tone was hesitant as I chose my words carefully. I didn’t want to give her another reason to run. “Far from it.”
Spinning around, she faced me. When her arms crossed, I tried not to focus too much on the extra sliver of thigh exposed by her dress lifting slightly. She better have on panties. “Why?”
“The label chose him for Bound when they decided they wanted Houston to focus on vocals. I
t was a rocky start that we never recovered from.” I’d given her the beginning and the end, but I purposely left out the middle. Now was not the time to tell Braxton about Emily.
“Like me.”
“Nothing like you,” I denied vehemently. “We want you, Braxton, and we’ve been trying to make you see that.”
“Have you?”
“Yes.”
“I see,” she snapped. I knew at that moment that I wasn’t getting to her. Not even close. “So if Calvin had convenient pussy for you to fuck whenever you liked, things would have been different with him?”
“We were dicks to him, Braxton. Just like we were dicks to you, but Calvin was no angel.”
“Neither am I.”
“Yeah, but he never had me convinced that I was falling for him, Braxton. You do.”
I didn’t realize my voice had risen until I noticed the attention we’d garnered.
I didn’t want to risk anyone looking too closely and recognizing us, so I grabbed Braxton’s elbow and led her through the rest of the exhibit so we could get the hell out of there. It seemed to take forever, and not once had she commented on what I’d said to her.
It was like it never happened.
“Let me go,” she quietly requested once we were on the street.
In an instant, I was in her face and trapping her against the wall of the museum.
I didn’t care about the fact that we were standing in the middle of a potential mob. My heart was racing for other reasons. “I tell you I’m falling in love with you, and your answer is to let you go?”
“My arm, Jericho. Let my arm go.”
“Oh.”
I released her elbow only to take her hand, earning an irritated look from her when she tried not to blush. As I threaded our fingers together, the black Suburban we had drive us here pulled up to the curb, so we climbed inside.
“Where to next?” I asked her once the back door closed behind me. At that exact moment, her stomach growled loud enough to scare a bear. I laughed to myself at her sheepish look as she attempted to avoid my eyes. “Dinner it is.”