"Yes, yes, yes," she pants and pushes into my mouth.
Rock's finger is at my asshole swirling circles around the tight ring. My dick throbs and my balls tighten with anticipation. Because, fuck yeah, it feels good.
He lowers his face to Summers sex and begins to feast. The sounds he's making, the slurps and sucking, is fueling my need as his finger works me, circling and prodding, pushing and pulling, teasing my hole. My movements get hungrier, biting and sucking and licking Summers heavy globes.
He buries his finger deep in my ass.
"Ah, fuck," I hiss as precum drips from the head of my cock.
I lower my face near Rocks at Summers mound. Both of us work her clit, our tongues swirling together around the nub, through her folds, licking each other and her. I rub my lube covered shaft and coat my fingers with the gel. Wrapping a hand around the inside of Rocks thigh, I pull him closer. I glide my fingers up the inside of his thigh, graze his balls with my palm, slide the tip of my finger up the space between his sacks and his asshole, and start to play with his hole. He latches his mouth onto Summers clit, sucks hard and fucking moans.
"I'm going to fuck this ass," I murmur as I trace his mouth next to mine with my tongue.
He growls.
Summer lets out a long moan.
I grin against his face and Summer's pussy as I slowly press my finger into his tightness.
"Fuck," he growls against us.
"That's it. Fucking take it," I tell him as I begin to fuck him with my finger.
His long digit never left my ass. He starts to fuck me, too, fast and hard. Summer's moaning beneath mine and Rock's assault on her cunt, rubbing herself against our faces and tongues. I circle my finger in Rock's ass, he does the same to me. We're demanding with each other, claiming and owning, and giving everything we're getting to Summer's cunt. Until Summer grabs our heads, presses them into her, and comes all over our faces.
We don't wait for her orgasm to finish, we can't.
Rock lays on the bed on his back and pulls Summer on top of him. He's a beast as he kisses her. "Give me that sweet pussy of yours, princess."
Her skin is flushed and she's dripping. Summer's coated in me, Rock, and her.
"That's it, baby, fill that pussy full of his cock," I rumble as I grip her hips and position her in front of me. She sighs heavily as she seats herself completely on to his shaft.
I know how she feels. Rock's cock piercing, and his cock, blows your mind.
When Summer's full and bent over, her chest laying on Rock's, I spread her cheeks and dip a fingertip into her puckered ring.
"Is this what you want?" I ask quietly.
"No!" comes both of their answers.
I chuckle darkly.
"Feels good, doesn't it? This tight hole filled with cock," I mumble almost to myself.
As I slip in and out of her tight little asshole, I reach the other hand down and play with Rock's balls.
Even from here, I can hear Rock's low rumble from deep in his chest as he thrusts up into Summer, his whole body tensing.
"Get your dick in her now, Snake." Rock is not a patient man.
"You like it too, my cock rubbing against yours. All three of us fucking." With my finger working Summer's ass and my hand working Rock's sacks, I grind my hardness against Summer's flesh.
"Yes," he hisses out between clenched teeth.
"Now, Snake, fuck me now," Summer groans.
I don't say anything as I press the tip of my erection at Summer's tight entrance and push completely in. Her back arches as she throws her head back. Both of them let out a long moan.
Ah, yes! So. Fucking. Good.
Because, hell yes, it is good. This is good. Us together.
Instantly my mind pictures Raven. Here. With us. My cock inside her. Summer's mouth feasting on her. Raven's mouth full of Rock's hardness. My dick swells and my mouth waters remembering her taste.
I slam into Summer. Rock's got her held tightly around the waist with both arms or else we'd fuck her into the wall, that's how hard we're pounding her.
And it's exactly what she wants.
Grunts, moans, flesh slapping. That's all there is until we explode, then it's roars and screams.
I collapse onto Summer's back and pull them both with me so we're on our sides still connected inside of Summer. We're all breathing heavily. This one was intense.
Quietly, Summer asks, "You were thinking about her, weren't you," as she gently strokes my leg wrapped around hers.
"Yes," I whisper. I can't lie.
"Me too," she replies.
Rock doesn't comment.
I'm sure he's torn, he's somewhere in between. He's worried about Summer. He should be. The whole package that is Raven and all her baggage, the whole arsenal of explosives she brings with her is scary shit. But I can tell there's something about her that stirs something within him. It stroked Summer in that feminine way. Me, she grabbed me by the fucking balls.
Things are now a hell of a lot more complicated. The stakes were high before, now they're immeasurable. I squeeze Summer and Rock tightly.
Bring it, mother fuckers. I'm ready.
Tomorrow life is going to change for all of us.
CHAPTER 12
Raven
Snake said he wanted to check if I was okay, that he needed to inspect my room. To make sure I was safe. No one's done that for me before. Ever. He kissed me...no, he didn't kiss me, he fucked my mouth. I wanted him to. I gave it right back to him. And for the life of me, I don't know why, but I wanted him to have a go at more than just my mouth. After Snake had gone, yeah, I was pissed.
So what, maybe I want to manipulate him.
Big deal, my body hasn't reacted to any man before. Never.
But it did to him.
I was in control.
Until I wasn't.
Not good.
In everything I've been involved with, all of it illegal, I've never met anyone like Snake before. I've never met anyone like any of them before.
It was an awakening. An exhilarating discovery.
It's a fucking complication. Or could be.
Or not.
I'd already planned on using him, and Summer too. This could very well give me an extra advantage. Why not get an added bonus and have a little fun while I'm at it? But I have to keep the control. And when I'm done, I'll leave the mark of my heels over his carcass after I've used him for everything he's worth. Because, really, I've got to look out for me. Always. First. If I don't, I'll be the one used up and thrown away. Get them first before they get you. It's war and everyone's armed. It could be as simple as a smile or wink, like Snake, or an AK47. Regardless, they want to take you down. That's not happening unless it's me doing it.
Welcome to the big leagues little girl, it's time to throw away the training wheels.
Something tells me Snake and his crew are the big dogs.
Professionally I admit I'm enthralled with Snake and his people as he called them, and believe me, crime is a profession if you're going to do it right. I want to know what they're involved in, I want to see them in action, I want to know what they know.
I want that power.
Socially…socially? What? I don’t do social. Everything has an angle, a means to an end. Nothing is just for fun.
Then the sobering memory materialized that he'd mentioned, 'Someone might die this weekend and it's not going to be me or one of my people.' I'd felt a contradiction of emotions, something also very unfamiliar, when he accused me of being a part of their threat. I was flattered, who wouldn't be? He thought I was talented enough to be able to take them down, hell yes, I was flattered. But I was pissed off too. How the hell could he accuse me of wanting to murder someone? I have, but I had very specific reasons, but I'm not a killer.
Fuck. It bothered me. It shouldn't have, but it did. Apparently Snake, Summer, and Rock are on someone's major shit list. I know better. I’m here for a job, and to save my ass. I'm a solo act, I don't get involved, I've got
my own situations to deal with. They've got some serious shit after them, people who obviously don't play. With a bag full of the Steel Brothers counterfeiting plates, I don't need that kind of attention. If that's not reason enough for me to stay far away from them, then I'm crazier than I thought.
I'm bat shit crazy.
It's still black outside the window when banging on my hotel room door jolts me from a deep sleep. I bolt straight up, the knife I always keep near is clutched tightly in my hand. More banging. Whoever's on the other side of the door obviously doesn't require the element of surprise, and there are only two people that I’m aware of who know this is my room. Anyone else who’d want to find me wouldn’t announce themselves. I switch on the bedside lamp before pulling the covers from my barely covered body. I pad quietly to the door still holding my blade and peek through the peephole.
Snake.
A flurry of sensations travels from my core straight up my spine. What the fuck?
Even though he was trying to wake up the entire building doesn't mean I'm going to.
"What are you doing here?" I state quietly, annoyed that I'm reacting the way I am, that I'm reacting at all, just because he's here.
Stay focused, you’re here for the job. Use him, he’s a means to an end.
"Open the door, Raven. Right. The Fuck. Now."
"You're insane!" I hiss. "It's not even five in the morning. Go away." I force myself to push away from the door and not open it, to turn around and go back to bed.
He pounds again.
I run back and fling the door open. "Are you out of your mind?!" I whisper shout at him. "They're going to call security and kick us both out."
As he pushes his way in and past me, he barks out, "Shut the door. And get your sexy ass in here. Don't you know better than to let in strangers? There are bad guys out there."
For the third time, this man makes me blush. And pisses me off. I never blush. It means he affected me. Nothing affects me. I'm a cold ass bitch. An almost naked, slightly hung over, cold assed bitch.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" I snap as I walk to the little closet, fling open the door, yank a t-shirt off a hanger, and pull it on.
He goes directly to the bed and lays down with his hands folded behind his head, legs stretched out and ankles crossed like he owns the place. The fact I’m clutching a blade doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary to him.
"Get your things together and get dressed. We're leaving," he states casually.
I glare at him. He's just infuriated me in zero to thirty seconds flat. If he thinks he can barge in on me any time he’d like and demand I jump and how high, he’s in for a very rude awakening.
"Again, what's going on?" I ask tightly.
"It appears, little bird, there's a one-million-dollar price on your head. You really should be more careful." He's as cool as a cucumber as he delivers the news, a sly grin playing on his lips.
All of this, him lying casually on my bed like he has a right to, and the mind numbing announcement that I’m wanted, one million dollars wanted, makes me feel like I’m in a bad movie. The strangest thing? He knows it.
No, no, no!! How could he know that?! I just met him yesterday…unless he’s one of the Steel Brothers. That's got to be the only way he can get information on me so fast.
I felt the color drain from my face although I didn’t react. It’s not my first day on the job, and every day was another test but I’m still standing.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about? Now get out,” I reply coolly.
He smirks at me like he’s enjoying this game he’s playing.
“You probably have maybe an hour tops, angel, before Batman comes to your door telling you he’s got a meet set up for those counterfeiting plates you’ve got nicely tucked away between your thongs and pretty bras.” My heart thuds against my ribcage but my expression remains like stone. “It’s a trap, little bird. I guarantee it. And you know what they’re going to do to you?” he questions as smoothly as if he were asking if I want tea or coffee, still reclined against the headboard of the bed I just vacated.
My mind is racing. How much does he know? Is he aware of what really happened, or what the pig made up? Would he believe me if I told him? Would he be different? Am I just another street whore with a bad attitude that would rob you blind and give you every disease in the book? I can't read him, his smug expression on that perfect face is as blasé' as it always is, like everything's a joke, and only he knows the punchline.
Fuck him.
“Get out,” I state flatly as I turn back to the closet and ignore his question.
My pistol is in there and I’m going to get it if I need it.
“They’re going to pluck those beautiful poisonous feathers from you one by one,” he continues as if I hadn’t said anything. “That is after each one of them has broken you.”
My hand curls tightly around the handle of the knife still clutched in my grip.
He’s right. So fucking right.
“I’m going to tell you again, little bird, I’m not the bad guy. So, get dressed and get your shit together. You’re coming with me.”
Standing in front of the closet, I don’t turn to face him. If I do, I might fling my knife at him and aim right for his smug little heart.
One thing I hate more than being trapped is feeling weak, and I’m feeling a whole lot of both right now.
He doesn’t budge and neither do I. What do I do? I don’t know this guy, or anyone he’s affiliated with. I sure as hell can’t trust him. He and his buddy Hawk were ready to…do whatever they do to people they think are in their way. I have a feeling it’s way past my level of retaliation. For the most part anyway.
What if he’s lying? What if he’s trying to set me up? Batman wouldn’t do that.
Would he?
Going straight past everything else, I hit furious with an internal sonic boom. I slowly turn to face the deceptively smooth as shit bad boy with the smile I’m sure has dropped more panties than a gynecologist.
“I don’t believe you,” I tell him quietly.
He laughs.
I want to rip out his wind pipe.
“I couldn’t give two fucks if you believe me, my little she devil. You see the thing is, the Steel Brothers know you were with us last night. If they don’t, they will by the time every goddamn biker in this country can squeeze their potbellied asses into that conference room downstairs. That makes us very interesting to those bastards, not only you. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with the Steel Brothers. You gotta do what you gotta do, who am I to judge? The problem is, we don’t need any more complications.”
I’m seething now. “Then why do you want me to come with you?”
He shrugs a shoulder off handedly. “Because I’m going to help you.”
This time I laugh.
That’s a fucking joke.
“What’s in it for you?” I can’t wait to hear this.
His entire expression changes. Hints of that cold hearted bastard, Mr. Hyde, dance in his eyes.
Just hell, yes, that is a beautiful sight.
“Making sure you don’t fucking die.” The answer is cold and hard.
“Why, Snake, why do you care what happens to me?”
I don’t believe his words. I don’t even believe what I see. Everyone’s looking for their pay-out. But it’s not what I see with my eyes that makes me think he’s telling me the truth, it’s what my demons see staring back at them. That doesn’t lie.
“Don’t ask me that, Raven, not yet. You won’t like the answer.”
Our gaze locks and our eyes battle. And this, this I believe.
It doesn’t matter.
I turn away and start rummaging through my things. I need to think, to plan, to come up with a plan B. The problem is, I was at plan Z. There weren’t any more options.
“Leave, Snake, I’ve got shit to do.”
I hear him draw a deep intake of breath behi
nd me.
“This is not negotiable, little bird, you’re coming with me either on your own two feet, or I’m dragging you out of here. I’m not leaving you alone. Get busy. I’m not in the mood for visitors.”
I’ve had just about enough of his bossy ass orders. The man needs a crash course in Raven 101, newly edited and improved. Facing him, my hand on my hip and opening my mouth to deliver the first lesson, the bedroom door clicks.
Snake is on his feet, has me pushed to the floor on the other side of the room, and is at the door before it even opens.
“Raven?”
It’s Batman.
It’s fucking Batman letting himself into my room at five o’clock in the morning.
Son of a bitch!
Snake raises his finger to his mouth telling me to be silent.
The door slowly opens all the way and Batman quietly enters.
My body is vibrating furiously as I’m huddled in the corner out of his sight.
Maybe he was just coming to check on me.
Bullshit.
“Raven?” Batman whispers again as he turns to close the door gently so it won’t make any noise.
As the door snicks shut, Snake immediately has him shoved against the wall, Joey's arms twisted grotesquely to the breaking point behind him rendering him completely paralyzed. A strange gurgling sound comes bubbling up from Batman’s throat.
“What’s that sound he’s making?” I can’t help but ask.
“I hit his windpipe before I got him accommodated. It’s not bad, I need him to be able to talk.”
“Shame,” I mumble noncommittally.
Batman’s eyes shoot to meet mine.
“What? You came into my room uninvited, practically in the middle of the night, and I’m supposed to be okay with that? You apparently don’t know me very well.”
“Ask him, angel,” Snake tells me. His voice is smooth and cold, but there’s something seductive about it.
My eyes flick to meet Snake's. They’re bright and intense. And evil and consuming. They’re everything, promising and threatening, fire and ice. They are both the good Dr. Jekyll and the killer Mr. Hyde. They say he will do anything that I might need right now, right here, without a second thought.
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