by Smyth, R. A
Preston’s tongue slides across my lower abdomen, while Ty moves in behind me, positioning us so he’s leaning against the headboard with me in his lap.
Aiden’s hand cups my heavy breast, squeezing it gently. “Yes,” I moan, arching into his touch. “I want you all.”
The guys don’t waste any time, pushing down my top and bra until my tits are exposed, my nipples already peaked. Latching onto one of them, Aiden swirls his tongue around my stiffened peak before sucking it into his mouth, the slight sting making me groan in pleasure.
My eyes drift shut as Ty’s hand comes up to massage my other boob, while Barrett’s lips crash down onto mine, consuming me. Amongst the onslaught of sensations, I’m vaguely aware of Preston pulling on my shorts, yanking them and my panties down my legs.
Someone lifts my legs over Ty’s, spreading me open and exposing me to Preston. I buck against him, tearing my lips away from Barrett’s at the first light touch of Preston’s tongue against my nub.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling Ty’s cock harden against me, pressing into my back.
The four of them continue their ministrations, the combination of their soft touches and rough hands making me squirm against them. It’s not long until I feel the telltale tightening of my core signifying an oncoming orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” I groan, nothing but a hot, wet, writhing mess as Preston continues to fuck me with his amazingly talented tongue while hands and lips roam all over my body. I’ve no idea who’s touching me where, but I love every second.
“Come,” Aiden growls.
“Show us how fucking gorgeous you are when you fall apart, baby girl,” Barrett murmurs before capturing my lips again, swallowing my screams of pleasure as I come apart under their touch.
When I finally come back down to earth, Preston has pulled my underwear back up and someone has fixed my bra back into place. Ty slides out from behind me, tucking me in against him, Preston climbing up the bed until he’s pressed up against me.
Exhausted, it’s not long until my eyes drift shut, surrounded by my guys, safe in the knowledge they still love and accept me.
Chapter 37
It’s pitch black out. There’s a full moon tonight, but you wouldn't know that from down here on the ground, with the dark canopy of the forest blocking out any of its light.
“How’s everyone doing?” Oliver’s voice comes through clearly in this fancy as fuck ear piece Preston bought us. He went a little overboard when he was upgrading the tech to the warehouse. Ear pieces seemed like total overkill, but I’m so digging the Mission Impossible vibe right now.
“Nearly in position,” Barrett whispers quietly. He’s a few feet away from me, the two of us slowly approaching the side of the road where two TFB members are lying in wait. The blood’s pounding through my veins, adrenaline riding high with every step. Our heavy boots are silent as we stealthily traverse the forest floor. Every move is calculated, every nerve on alert as we near our unsuspecting targets.
This plan has been in the works for fucking weeks now, but Kurt kept getting in our fucking way. God, I’ve never been so fucking happy to know someone’s dead! We’re fucking done. We’re done not taking action. Done simply moving pieces around the chessboard. We waited too long to get rid of Kurt. We played it too safely, but there's nothing safe about this game. It’s life or death. Sophie suffered yet again because we didn’t do what we wanted to do. So...now we’re upping the ante and going in guns blazing. Literally.
Quiet voices up ahead break through the heavy silence of the night. Barrett and I share a quick glance, bringing our guns up as we reach the edge of the forest. We stop just behind the first trees, still hidden in the darkness, where we have a clear line of sight of the two motorcycles, parked a hundred yards down the road. Two Beasts lean against them, their backs to us while they talk in hushed tones, their eyes on the empty road.
Until now, we’ve been actively avoiding Kirk’s patrols. Barely leaving the warehouse, and taking detours and avoiding Crescentwood when we do, but that ends tonight. Tonight, we make our first big move and show them we’re done playing their game.
With a little help from Oliver, we were able to find out where some patrols are based tonight and the five of us have taken a divide-and-conquer approach with the aim of taking out as many patrols as we can before they cop on to what we’re doing.
Barrett and I have already taken down two other lookouts tonight. Honestly, they were piss easy. Kirk’s men are clearly getting bored with their job after all these weeks. The first two we snuck up on were buzzed out of their minds, the smell of weed permeating the air around them as we crept up behind them. The second pair weren’t much better, newbie members who barely knew one end of their guns from the other. Even Barrett subdued them with ease. Although, I have to say, he’s been more capable than I had expected.
For a guy who was just some rich kid a few months ago, he’s adapted to this life of murder and bloodshed surprisingly easily. It should probably be disconcerting. I expected Preston to adjust effortlessly enough, but I assumed Barrett would struggle more. He doesn’t have that same darkness that resides in the rest of us. Something I’m both jealous of and grateful for. He provides Sophie with a lightness...a softness, that we can’t possibly give her. He balances out the heaviness exuding from the rest of our dark souls.
Neither idiot hears us as we draw near. Gesturing with my fingers, I silently indicate for Barrett to take the guy on the left while I move in on his buddy.
Taking a side each, the two of us move in a semi-circle until we’re standing on opposite sides of the two gang members, penning them in. With my gun raised, finger on the trigger, I take that final step, bringing me into the eyeline of the fucker facing me.
I see the second he realizes they aren’t alone. “I wouldn’t do that,” I call out before his fingers can do any more than twitch. His buddy’s head whips round, finding my gun pointed right at his ugly mug. Both assholes freeze. Barrett steps up behind the one facing me, his own weapon drawn.
“Nothing personal,” I say darkly, my face mimicking Aiden’s usual stoic expression as I pull the trigger, the bullet going straight through the guy's forehead. He stares sightlessly at me for a second, his mouth hanging open. Then his body just drops, crumpling to a heap on the ground.
There’s something about that split moment after you pull the trigger. The whole world slows down and everything around you becomes amplified. Every sense heightens. The ringing in your ears, the blood pulsing through your head. Your heart thrashes in your chest, your palms sweat. The physiological response is intense. It’s fucking exhilarating. However, it’s the emotion that accompanies it that’s most impactful. The weight that’s lifted off your shoulders, that cathartic release. There’s something sickeningly therapeutic about it, especially when you know the fucker you just killed is one less threat against your girl.
The sound of Barrett’s gun firing goes off a second later, the bullet lodging in the other fucker before he can cause a scene or fight back. As easily as that, another patrol bites the dust.
“Done,” I say, for the benefit of the guys on the other end of the earpiece. Grabbing a bike each, Barrett and I steer them off the side of the road, hiding them among the undergrowth of the forest. We work in silence, the only noise is the occasional huff of breath or the sound of shots ringing out through the earpiece as the other guys eliminate their own targets.
Once we’ve dumped the bodies alongside the bikes, we traipse back through the forest to where we left our car.
“You did good tonight.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” Barrett retorts.
I snort. “Well, I am.”
“You can do just about anything with the right motivation.” His voice is unusually serious, his heavy tone letting me know he’s only doing this because he has to. He didn’t get that same adrenaline rush I did when my gun went off, that sick sense of satisfaction at knowing I killed a man. It just further d
emonstrates how Barrett isn’t the same fucked up bastard I am.
I’m happy for him, knowing he doesn’t carry that same burden as me. I wouldn’t wish this weight on anyone. I’ve learned to embrace it. It’s become a pivotal part of who I am, but it doesn’t mean I don’t wish things were different. I just hope he makes it out the other end of all of this without the same stain on his soul that the rest of us bear.
Silence falls between us once again, only broken by the odd word heard through the earpiece. “That’s probably enough for tonight,” Oliver says. “Someone will be checking in soon and raising the alarm. I hope you’re ready for the backlash from this.”
“We’re ready,” Aiden and I respond at the same time. It feels good to have finally made a move that’s a direct hit at Kirk.
“Good. I’ll keep you updated with any information.”
“Wanna come back to the warehouse with us and have a drink?” I offer. It would be good to hang out with him for a bit. He’s done so much to help us out recently, we owe him big time.
“Nah, better not tonight. Count me in, though, when this is all over.”
“Definitely,” I laugh. It’s going to be a fucking epic day when it comes. “There’ll be a bottle of beer with your name on it.”
“Make it a bottle of scotch.”
I chuckle under my breath, hearing Barrett do the same. “Deal,” he agrees.
“Meet you two back at the warehouse?” I say, directing the question to Aiden and Preston.
“Yeah.”
“Will do.”
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We pull into the driveway at the same time Aiden and Preston do, getting out of the car and making our way towards the warehouse. No one says anything. There’s nothing to say. The job is done. We’ve made our move and now we wait and see what Kirk does next.
I open the front door, intending to get that beer I mentioned earlier, then I’m going to grab a quick shower and wrap myself around Sophie.
Instead, stormy blue eyes bore into me as I step into the open living space. “Oh, shit,” I murmur, coming to a halt just inside the doorway, Barrett barreling into me from behind.
“What the—oh, crap. Busted.”
Yup.
Standing in front of us with her arms folded across her chest, wearing nothing more than one of Preston’s work out tops which falls to just above her mid-thigh, is one very pissed off Sophie.
“Just where the hell have you four been?” She demands, glaring daggers at each of us as we remain frozen by the door.
“Eh, out for burgers?” Barrett jokes, making me snort.
Sophie mustn’t find it funny though, as her eyes manage to narrow even more, her furious glare flicking between all four of us.
Preston, the least phased by Sophie’s anger, moves first, striding across the room towards her as though she doesn't look like she’s about to go apeshit on his ass.
“We went out to deal with stuff,” he simply states, dropping wearily onto the sofa. I can’t help the roll of my eyes. If he seriously thinks that’s going to do anything other than just piss her off more, he’s an idiot. I notice Barrett smirking beside me, knowing as well as I do what’s coming.
“Deal with stuff?” She repeats, unimpressed. “Would that stuff be six feet tall, run a criminal gang and be my father by any chance?”
“Got it in one, love,” I say, giving her a placating smile as I move to grab a few beers and take a seat myself. I make a point of sitting as far away from the raging inferno as possible, though.
“What the hell?!” She gives off to no one in particular. “You promised you wouldn’t keep me out of shit anymore,” she barks, spinning to glare at Aiden who has come over to snatch a beer from the table, but is still standing on the opposite side of the room from Sophie.
“That doesn’t mean you have to come with us every time we do something risky,” he growls back at her. “If you knew what we were doing, you would have insisted on coming and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let that happen.”
A bark of laughter leaves Sophie, but there’s no humor in it. She’s pissed as all hell.
“We were going to tell you when we got back, love,” I try to pacify. “If you’d been with us, we would have been too worried about you instead of focusing on what we had to do tonight. I needed to know you were safe here.”
Her eyes soften slightly as she looks at me, taking in what I’m saying. “How do you think it felt for me? Waking up in the middle of the night to find all of you gone. Not knowing where you were, when you’d be back, or even if you’d come back,” she argues. The pain in her voice instantly makes me feel bad, and I notice Barrett cringe and guilt flashes through Preston’s eyes too
“I’m sorry, love.” I mean it. It seemed like a good plan at the time, and I’m definitely in agreement with Aiden that she shouldn’t have been there tonight, but I feel bad for worrying her.
I reach out, grabbing onto her hand and tugging her down onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her and placing a kiss on the sensitive spot behind her ear, making her squirm against me. Damn, she feels so good. I’ve been thinking about this moment all night.
“I’m still pissed,” she gripes, but there’s no heat in her words.
I nod my head, my nose buried in her hair, soaking up the lavender and coconut scent from her shampoo. “Understandable,” I murmur against her skin.
“You should have told me what you were planning,” she pushes, her eyes taking each of us in, but she definitely glares more at Preston and Aiden, knowing they are the two that were adamant she didn’t know about anything until afterwards.
“There’s no way we were letting you come,” Aiden pushes back, meeting her glare with one of his own.
“You should have told me,” she repeats slowly, emphasizing the words, her eyes fixed on Aiden. When he doesn't say anything, only glaring back at her, she sighs in exasperation, shaking her head. “I’m capable of making that decision for myself. I’m not a fucking idiot, Aiden. I know I shouldn’t have been there. I barely know how to shoot a gun. I would have gotten in the way and put all of you at risk, but I deserved to know what you were doing tonight.”
Aiden’s eyes soften as he realizes the truth in her words. Before he can say anything though, she continues on. “You would be pissed if the roles were reversed and I just took off in the middle of the night. You think I can’t handle any of this, but I’m stronger than you seem to think.”
My arms involuntarily tighten around her, not liking the thought of waking up to find her gone. Similar looks of anger and unease flash across the guys faces, hating that idea as much as I do. Okay, so she makes an excellent point, what we did tonight was shitty.
“Alright, next time we have to go do something without you, we’ll let you know,” Preston bluntly states. I dunno if he’s deliberately being obtuse or if he just has the same crappy way with words as Aiden, but there must have been a better way to phrase that.
Sophie clearly agrees, as she glares at him before moving on. “So what happened tonight?” She asks, her eyes darting between the three guys opposite us.
“Oliver was able to get us intel on where Kirk had patrols set up and the five of us went to take them out,” Aiden informs her.
“You killed them all?”
“Yeah. Took out about fifteen of Kirk’s men. It’ll only be a small dent in his numbers, but it’s a start,” Preston confirms.
“Considering he’s had to send men back to deal with some shit in Oregon, it’ll make a decent difference. Give us a fighting chance,” I mention.
Sophie’s eyes roam over Barrett, taking him in. He’s been unusually quiet since we got home, likely processing tonight's events. I’m guessing tonight was the first time he’s killed someone that’s not in self-defense. I remember the feeling well, it’s not something you come to terms with easily, even if you are doing it for a good cause.
“Now what?” She asks after a moment, her eyes never leaving Barrett.
“We move on to phase two,” I say. While tonight was cathartic and will impact Kirk in the short term, we need to do something that will actually get rid of him. All we’ve been doing so far is slowing him down, but he needs to fucking go.
“When?”
“As soon as we can.”
Not responding, she simply shakes her head, climbing out of my lap and making her way towards Barrett. He doesn’t even notice her until she’s standing right in front of him, too lost in his own head.
He looks at her outstretched hand quizzically.
“Let’s go to bed,” she says to him softly, reaching forward and grasping his hand. He lets her pull him up from his seat and lead him up the stairs, the rest of us watching as they go.
If anyone can pull him out of his own dark thoughts, she can.
Chapter 38
Today is Sophie’s first day back at school since shit hit the fan with Kurt. There’s something about walking into the building, knowing that sick fuck isn’t lurking about somewhere. It puts a fucking smile on my face. Something most of the sheep here aren’t used to seeing, so as I stride down the hallway with the others at my side, I take pleasure in seeing the other students back up, looking at me with unease. Today is going to be a good fucking day.
Kurt’s gone. We’ve finally taken a stand and we’re fighting back against Kirk. Everything is probably about to blow up in our faces but fuck it, today, nothing can stop us.
“I nearly had him, if you hadn’t fucking distracted me I would have killed him,” Ty grouches to Aiden for interrupting him last night when, apparently, he and Barrett were in the middle of a war, battling against each other on some video game. You’d think it was a literal life or death match from the way he’s been going on about it.
“Dude,” Barrett laughs, “I was fucking destroying you. You might know how to shoot a gun in real life, but you had no fucking clue what you were doing last night.”