by M J Knight
"Blue, I have to cum. I can't wait any longer. Your pussy feels too damn good." Clint grinds out, grabbing my hip and jerking me down on his cock hard. I feel him swelling and throbbing inside of me. It sends another rush of pleasure through my body.
Moaning and humming in contentment around Cole's massive cock, I reach out and start tickling and massaging his balls with my fingernails. I look up and see the lust in his eyes. “Come for me Cole. I want your cum dripping from my lips and down my chin.” I beg in a whispery whine.
"Mmmm… you’re such a naughty girl. You ready? I want you to swallow my cum, Baby." Thrusting his cock to the back of my throat I can feel his seed shooting out of him. "That’s my good girl. Take all that cum. I bet your pussy is a mess with all the cum Clint pumped into you." He finishes with a strained groan. A few more pumps into my mouth and he is drained and gently pulling out. I wantonly lick my lips of every last drop of him.
"Blue, you are the woman of my dreams. That was amazing. You are amazing." Cole says stroking my hair and face. Walking away to get a washcloth I can't help but look at his firm ass. I bet I could bounce a quarter off of it. Damn, I’m a thirsty bitch. I just got done getting fucked by these three men and I'm ready again. Truthfully though I don't think I could ever get tired of them in my bed or in my life.
Closing my eyes, I relax into Clint's embrace and just enjoy the attention of him and Fletcher rubbing my hair and back. I don't even realize I'm dozing off until I feel Cole laying me in bed and climbing in behind me. "A quick nap before tonight’s stakeout won't hurt. It's better for you to be rested before having to deal with all four of us." I am exhausted.
"Blue. We came up here to talk and YOU, little vixen, got us distracted." Clint says, lightly swatting my ass cheek. I can't help but giggle. "I don't know what you're talking about. You're the ones that chased me." Smiling at him as innocently as I knew how, his face goes serious.
"I'll always chase you. As long as you let me. I would chase you to the ends of the earth. Blue, your one of a kind. The girl I've been waiting for and I have to tell you even if you don't want to hear it. I am hopelessly in love with you." My heart is beating so fast it might just stop working all together.
"He's not the only one, Blue. We all feel the same way about you. You bring us closer together. You're the missing piece to a puzzle we didn't know was unfinished." Fletcher says from my feet with conviction. I'm flying. I didn't know falling in love would be possible after everything I've been through. I thought my heart was broken in a way that no one would ever understand. These men though, they just wiggled their way in without me even knowing it.
"Blue, you don't have to say anything. We just need you to know how we feel and that we're here for you." Cole says in my ear.
"I want to say something. I'm not the most eloquent person but… I fucking love you guys, too. I didn't want to. I never intended to get attached to someone again and here I am getting attached to y'all." I'm crying. Another thing that I always seem to be doing since the Sons of Fortune came into my life.
Wiping my tears, Clint presses his lips to mine in a tender kiss. Sharing his emotions with me. Cole's lips and tongue dance on my neck and ear. Tickling and massaging all while Fletcher kisses and nibbles the back of my knee and thigh. All the physical and emotional connections making me soar. Pure happiness and love fill my soul right before sleep overtakes me.
I've never slept so well.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Holder
Pulling back into Clint's driveway, I have a mixture of feelings in my gut. Happy to be back with my brothers, anxiety about being around Ayida, anger that my obsession caused us to have to do this tonight, and maybe a bit of sadness that I'm not in there kissing the Blue Demon too. It must be done though. I would feel even worse if something happened to Ayida. When did this wild, blue-haired, beautiful girl become such a bright star in my dark night?
I walk into the house and I'm assaulted by the smell of gumbo, as well as the screeching background noise of Donut the menace, “Holder’s baby! Holder’s baby!”
"Hold? I’m back here! I figured we could all eat together before we go. I don't want to be stuck somewhere all night without something in my belly. So, I made my Nana's famous gumbo." Ayida hollers from the kitchen.
"I see Donut is doing his job. He sure has picked up on everyone's names quickly." Walking to the dining room I find said flightless bird perched on one of his stands looking out at the window. I walk over and give him a quick scratch under the beak.
Moments later, Ayida comes flouncing through the swinging door with a giant pot in her hands. She looks even more alluring than earlier. Her hair pulled up into a high ponytail, makes her heart shaped face and feminine neck even more pronounced. Her feminine curves are so appealing, but her eyes are what will forever catch my attention. Drawing me in. She shows all her emotions through them. She doesn't hold anything back like I do. Her smile takes my breath away and I feel horrible making her upset in the beginning.
"Because he's the bestest bird in the whole world. Yes, he is!" She coos at the bird while rubbing his head. She is so close and smells so good.
"He is definitely a special one." The little goblin has started to grow on me.
"Let's eat. The guys will be down any minute. I woke up before them to get a shower. So, they are just now catching up." She says with a smirk. I have a good idea why they needed showers. Now all I'm going to be able to think about is my best friends fucking the girl sitting next to me all night.
"It sure does smell good. Thanks for asking me to stay. I know we got off on the wrong foot. I was being an ass. I just don't do well with new people. I have my brothers and my kid sister, but I can't be the real me with them. I can't be the real me with anyone, but at least they put up with me. I wouldn't know what to do without them." I don't know why I'm telling her all this. Maybe because of how she acted when I admitted I fucked up and killed the whistle-blower. She wasn't scared. She didn't look at me differently. She was kind and understanding.
"I think you could show your brothers any side of you and they would accept and love you. They respect you; they trust you, they are loyal to you, and they really do care. As far as me? Don't worry about it. I've had a lot worse said about me. I have thick skin. Literally and figuratively."
How can she be so at ease with talking about what she went through? I guess everyone copes differently and this mafia princess is stronger than most. I dive into the steaming bowl of gumbo she pushes my way. It is heaven. Usually Clint is our cook if we eat together or we go out to Judy's. It's nice having a woman around just to hear a feminine voice and smell something pretty.
"This is so good. Your Nana taught you well." She just hums her thanks as she slurps away at her food. Even eating she is captivating. I have to get a grip on myself. She wouldn't want me after everything. She wouldn’t want me if she knew how fucked up, I was in the bedroom. My brothers are the exact opposite of me. They like control and know how to take it without traumatizing someone. It's best if me and Blue just stay friends.
"I smell food!" Of course, Fletcher would be the first one down to eat. "Hey Hold! You already eating without us?" He pouts while scooping up his bowl.
"Don't blame him. Y'all took too long. Now, y’all better hurry up and eat so we can get going," she insists firmly. I can't help but to get turned on when she gets bossy. I reach down under the table to nonchalantly readjust my dick that apparently likes her tone.
"Yes ma'am," I reply huskily back. It's only a few minutes before two more sets of feet come lumbering down the stairs.
"Smells good, Blue. We have dessert tonight, too?" Clint says grinning wickedly in her direction.
"Not if we don't hurry up and get done with everything. I'll be too sleepy and ready for bed." Popping her hip out as she totes the almost empty pot back through the swinging door.
"So, Holder, you gonna stay for dessert tonight?" Fletcher teases.
"I don't think Ayida would care for that.
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"Care for what? What are y'all planning?" Damn it! I will not get roped into this. Not right now.
"Nothing Blue. Just picking on Holder." Clint says with a smirk. They know exactly what they are doing.
"Well y'all better stop pickin’ on him. Only I should be doing that. Right pretty boy?" What the hell?
"Holder- pretty boy! Holder- pretty boy!" Now everyone is getting a chuckle at my expense.
"Aww even Donut likes that nickname," Ayida says while petting the “he who must not be named” looking creature.
"Let's get going! No reason to be wasting time!" I can't handle any more fun with these assholes.
It's getting late in the night when we finally pull into the warehouse parking lot. All of us shoved into Fletcher's SUV. My dream come true...not. Cole and Clint whispering about all the dirty things they did with Ayida before I got there. My dick couldn't have got any harder. And of course, Fletcher would notice me adjusting myself after climbing into the cramped space.
"What was y'all talking about back there? Maybe how Blue took all three of our cocks at the same time today?" That conniving bastard.
"Nope, just talking plans. Y'all can wait inside. I'm going to be up there." I instruct while pointing at the small balcony on the second floor of the warehouse. "It's the perfect lookout for anyone coming towards us. If I see something, I'll message Clint. They have been breaking the door handle and coming in just to fuck stuff up. They figured out the first night that this isn't where we keep the good stuff. Y'all make sure guns are ready and watch your six. As soon as they open that door-"
"We know. This isn't our first rodeo, remember? When they open the door, we draw our guns and hold them. After everyone is situated, we'll decide to move them to the cabin or call the Family. We got it. Thank you." Clint says interrupting my lecture.
"Just don't be down here grab-assing, listen for my text. Don't get distracted." Everyone rolls their eyes, but nods anyway. I make my way to my post for the night and try to get comfortable. The last few times it was around midnight before anyone showed up, but I don't want to take the chance of missing them.
Taking out my night vision binoculars I take a glance at our surroundings. Unlike our other heavily fortified warehouse, this one is surrounded by other old buildings and parking lots. Nothing too interesting. The real treasure chests are out in the middle of nowhere. Beautiful land for miles around. Nobody would suspect to look where it is. It houses guns, drugs, and counterfeit money. Really a little of everything. This crap pile is just old paperwork, chop-shop car parts, and other bullshit that no one would really want. But I guess these guys didn't have any other way to get our attention without getting killed right away-so I reckon fucking up our shit was on the menu for the day.
Thirty minutes goes by fairly quickly. Only a few birds making sounds here and there as the frog’s croak and lightening bugs flitter around. My phone gives out a silent hum suddenly and I'm on high alert. Waiting for the text to pop up on my screen, I hear the warehouse door creak open slowly. I focus my binoculars down, but instead of someone breaking in, someone is coming out. Fuck don't they realize they could mess this all up? If anyone sees them, they'll turn tail and run. I glance back at my phone and see a message from Clint.
"Has Ayida come up there yet? She said she needed to talk with you."
What could she want to talk about at this fucking moment? That girl really doesn't understand anything about this life. How could the guys be so stupid to let her come up here? Does she really have them that much under her control? Pussy-whipped bastards.
Looking back down to the door, I see her ponytail flapping in the wind. The humid summer weather feels pretty decent right now with the strong breeze blowing. My anxiety about talking to her outweighs my anger. I'm surprised by the somewhat happiness I feel at the chance for another conversation with the blue haired tyrant.
Then, a strange muffled sound pulls my attention back towards the ground. What the hell? Raising my binoculars, what I see has my heart in my throat and red fury filling my brain.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Ayida
Well, the guys have done it now. Thirty minutes straight of talking about how “Holder has a thing for you but he's too scared to say anything, and he needs someone like you in his life,” and the best “We could all be together- a big family.” I couldn't stand it another second. My belly was nothing but knots wondering if he really felt that way. I thought Holder was gorgeous from day one, but a major asshole in equal part. Turns out he is dealing with “daddy issues”. He was truly scared of having to face his father's wrath if he let him down. He is messed up, but hell aren't we all? I told the guys I would go right up and have a quick chat and be right back down.
Standing outside the warehouse, I fix my ponytail and put “the girls” back in place. I feel like a badass in my combat boots, tight black jeans, and a black cropped t-shirt on. It was the best I had for this stealthy mission, and bonus points that I look pretty damn good too. It took me a while to get back my confidence after everything Robert took from me. My men have shown me what real love is. They know my weaknesses and flaws and have never taken advantage of or judged me for them. Now, I know only small minded and small dick men put others down to build themselves up. These Sons of Fortune have made me stronger and shown me my worth.
I won't ever let anyone put me down again.
Strutting my stuff to the side of the building where the steps start, I feel pretty good about the conversation I'm about to have with Hold. The sound of gravel crunching behind me and a feeling of dread overtakes me. Before I can turn around a thick dirty hand slams down over my mouth and another one around my waist. I'm being dragged backwards.
How did anyone sneak up with Holder as look-out? I can't even scream for any of them. I can feel the fear trying to sneak up into my throat, but I push it back down and let my rage grow in its place. I try to dig my heels into the dirt but can't gain purchase. I see more bodies quietly sneaking towards the warehouse as I'm hauled to the old building next door.
When my kidnapper finally leans down to whisper in my ear, I feel my anger bubble over. "You really thought five hundred miles would keep me away? That's pathetic-you’re pathetic. “He spits out. “You are even more stupid than I thought. You'll never get away from me." The stench of his cheap cologne mixed with his old beef jerky breath makes me want to vomit. Fuck. Robert.
"What did you do to your fucking hair? We're gonna have to shave that off when we get back. Can't have you looking like a whore. People will talk. Ha, but I know the truth though. No one would have sex with you if they knew how stuck up you are. Just laying there like your dead. Frigid bitch. No wonder I had to go get my dick wet somewhere else." He laughs in my face, spittle across my cheek, before dropping me like a ton of bricks.
It's dark in the old building, but I can still see his sadistic eyes glinting at me. How did I ever have feelings for this turd-nugget? The only feelings I have now, looking at his ugly face, is bloodlust.
Standing up and brushing myself off I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want to piss him the fuck off before I kill him. I crack my neck and roll my shoulders. This is gonna be fun.
"It's funny you say that. I just had three guys fucking every hole I got, and I wasn’t just lying there. I was screaming for more- begging for it. Maybe it was that tiny limp dick of yours that had me feeling dead, what with me trying not to laugh at it flopping around and all. Of course, maybe it was your shit ass breath in my face or hell it could be that kicked-in-the-head dumbass personality you have that turned me off. You are so fucking stupid you narcissistic asshole. I'm surprised you could even find my pussy, and when you did it was all over and done within one minute flat anyway."
I finish grinning like I just took first prize. I don't know if I've ever felt better. Well except for when three amazing guys professed their love for me.
"Why you ugly, ungrateful fucking cunt! Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like th
at? Your daddy ain't gonna save you. Those fuckboys you were with are already dead. I know you're lying anyway. Nobody would fuck you by choice!" He growls stalking towards me. I love this.
"Well why don't you come do something about it you ugly son of a bitch? Or are you too scared now that I beat your ass with a pole? I don't have one now. Don't be scared." I taunt shamelessly. He is positively seething. I swear I can see his body shaking.
"You goddamn bitch! I was gonna take you home, punish you and then let you make it up to me, but you don't deserve mercy. I'm gonna strangle you and watch the life drain from your eyes!" He screams as he lunges for me.
My defense training with Old Man’s trainer plus my offensive training in the gym with the guys kicks in; I side step him quickly and push my palm into the middle of his back sending him face first into the dusty floor with a thud.
"Gotta be quicker than that, pussy!" I cackle as I skip to the other side of the room.
I see what I'm going to use to finish this period in my life, leaning against a cabinet. I want to play with my prey a little longer though.
"Ahhh!" he screams again running at me with his shoulder down like he means to tackle me. Stupid man. I sidestep again, but this time my palm lands on the back of his head pushing his face into the concrete floor. He lets out a pained cry. I'm sure that one broke his nose. I guess I need to finish this so I can check on my guys.
"Ya know Robert, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. I don't know what happened to you as a kid to make you so fucked up that you like to torture young girls to the point they would rather kill themselves than to live another day, but I just don't care anymore. You made my life hell, but now I know what heaven feels like, and I don't mean being loved and fucked by three beautiful men. That's just icing on this cake. I mean getting to beat the living shit out of you till you beg for death, and then beat you some more. I'm going to be the one to watch the life drain from YOUR eyes. Well, that is if there is anything left of them when I'm done." I taunt shrugging my shoulders.