by K. B. Saint
His eyebrows go up and those dark eyes are glued to me, but his face is a little brighter.
“True, but I think I like watching you squirm. So, here’s what we’re going to do. You are going to go back to your room and get in the big ass shower in your bathroom. Put on all of the shower heads and I want a scalding hot bath drawn,” he tells me and I’m hanging on his every word. “And then I want you to get in the shower and wait until I come to get you.”
“But—“
“Nope, go do what I said if you want any kind of relief, little one. If you don’t question it I won’t make you wait so long.”
I grind my teeth together because no matter how much pride I have, it’s not enough. I need some kind of touch other than my own two fingers and not being a smart ass just this once won’t kill me.
“Fine,” I tell him and without another glance I swing my ponytail around and head back the way I came. I hear them both laugh again but I’ve got a one tracked mind right now and the only thing playing over and over are the memories of how hot his hands feel on me.
I turn the bath on first, as hot as it can go, and drop the plug for the drain so it starts to fill. I’ve never actually filled this thing to the top because it takes so long to fill, but Salem told me once it takes hers over half an hour to fill. I leave the tub and pull off my sweatshirt and toss it to the floor by the door before pulling my sweatpants and underwear off and doing the same to them.
My skin is still slick with sweat and the air hitting me plus the overexcitement I feel for what I can only hope is to come makes my nipples tingle and harden as a shiver racks over me.
I take one look at the mirror before pulling my ponytail down and turning to head for the shower. It’s not as big as the one in the guest house but it still has two regular shower heads and one waterfall-like stream I always like to use.
The way it’s set up it even looks like the water is falling over actual rocks, but I’m not convinced it’s not all handcrafted and just made to look like what a real rock would. Once I get all of the water on and the right temperature I move under the waterfall and let the hot water flow over my head and down my body.
It’s not even five minutes after I turn the showers on before Hollis walks in and he’s not alone. Messiah is behind him and they’re both naked. He pulls the shower door open but doesn’t acknowledge me right away. Messiah’s stare is burning my skin as he looks up and down my body as I rinse the soap from myself and they get into the shower fully, closing the door behind them.
“Messiah get down on your knees and suck my dick,” Hollis orders.
My mouth pops open when he doesn’t even hesitate to take position in front of him. Hollis watches the shock on my face morph to one of pure curiosity and ... attraction. I’ve never seen a man go down on another man in person and more specifically I don’t think Hollis or Messiah being bisexual ever even crossed my mind at all.
My core throbs at the sight of Messiah’s lips wrapped around Hollis’s rock hard dick and in a way I feel a little jealous because I’d rather it be me sucking Hollis off than Messiah. He’s not doing bad, I just want the taste Messiah offered before more than ever now.
Have a taste ... just one taste can hopefully satisfy something in me because aside from running not much else is helping me get out of this sex-fixes-everything mindset. Maybe I can’t get out of it because sex does fix everything.
“You like watching him suck my dick, Ruby?” he asks, putting one of his hands into Messiah’s low cut curls.
The way he says my name instead of what he usually calls me makes his question seem dark for some reason and it is everything. I am aching to just walk over to them but when I lift my foot to take a step in their direction, he stops me immediately.
“Nope, stay there.”
His voice is solid, and it only makes me want to disobey even more but his words from the gym weigh heavy in my mind.
... do what I said if you want any kind of relief.
I don’t want relief, I fucking need it.
So, I stay in place, watching as Hollis fucks Messiah’s mouth relentlessly. Messiah is trying to look up at Hollis, but the water is splashing his face and Hollis is still staring at me—piercing my whole world with just one look. I’m crumbling inside, already panting like a bitch in heat and he hasn’t even laid a finger on me yet.
“Messiah,” he says when he slows his hips and Messiah keeps going. “Get up and go get your taste and she better not cum. Don’t get greedy.”
My breathing picks up at his words and when Messiah gets up and crosses the warm steamy shower Hollis steps out into the bathroom. He leans down to swirl his hand in the large tub. It’s about halfway full before looking up at me through the glass of the shower, his eyebrows raised. I start to wonder why he’s looking at me with such a seductive look but then Messiah’s hand wraps lightly around my neck from behind and I can feel his erection pressed into my back as he steps closer.
“Get down on your knees, baby, I want my taste of you too.”
My knees actually wobble as I move from the water to do as he said. I want him to have his taste more than he wants it, I’m sure, and the anticipation of his mouth on me is making me feel like I’m going to explode. Once I’m on my hands and knees he presses my upper body down until my ass is up and my face is resting on my forearms. Water is dripping and splashing everywhere but when his tongue finds my center, nothing else matters.
His tongue burns a path down to my clit and then back up again before he buries his tongue deep into me. His hands grip my hips and he pulls me into him more before pushing and pulling his tongue in and out of me over and over.
He slows and then trails his tongue straight to my ass. I try to pull away out of surprise but he holds me steady as he eats my ass and my orgasm builds. He brings me almost to the point of no return, sucking and licking in all the right spots, before pulling back abruptly. I frown as I sit back onto my feet before getting up to face him and Hollis who’s standing at the door of the shower waiting on us both.
“Rinse off and then cut the showers off, Messiah,” Hollis tells him when we both just stare at him. “Ruby, come get in the tub.”
I let Messiah walk past me in the shower before making my way to Hollis and following him to the tub. We are both dripping wet, but the rugs are catching most of it and as he steps into the big bath my eyes follow only one thing.
He reaches out a hand to help me in and I take it, stepping up into the large tub and putting my legs over the edge so I can lower myself in too. The hot ass water makes me hiss out at the pleasure the burn is forcing and instead of letting me sit in one of the other built in seats around the tub Hollis pulls me into his lap and slides me right down his dick. I cry out and slam my eyes shut, never being able to be fully prepared for his length or his girth. Or the temperature of this water.
“Fuck, Hollis,” I pant as he bounces me on his dick hard, the pain ripping through me as he stretches me and forces water deep inside of me burning my insides too.
“Damn,” Messiah hisses, lowering himself into the bathtub, too. He wastes no time to get to us. “Say his name again, baby. I love to hear the pain in your voice.”
He dips down and kisses down my neck as Hollis continues to slam into me and I let myself go completely, hoping to catch my release quickly so they can’t withhold it from me any longer. The pain is only adding to my orgasm and it’s not long before I arch my back and let my head fall to his shoulder.
“Oh ... Hollis!” I scream out breathlessly, “Fuck, Daddy I’m ...”
I bite down on my bottom lip as the words threaten to spill out but he doesn’t even give me time to sit in the feeling before picking my hips up and positioning me on the side of the tub, his dick never leaving my pussy.
Messiah’s fingers find my clit and he rubs forward and back to match Hollis’ pace and he only gets a few pumps in before I explode all over him. He doesn’t stop pounding me and the feeling of pure satisfaction wei
ghs so heavy on my body as I come down from my orgasm.
Hollis slows as Messiah stands and gets out of the tub. Silently they communicate and it’s not long before I’m shifted to another part of the side of the tub and he’s pounding me again. Messiah stands in front of me, offering his dick to me and I don’t hesitate to take him into my mouth. Hollis pushes me closer to Messiah with each stroke, making his dick go further into my mouth each time and I lap it up.
I feel another orgasm building just as Messiah grabs the back of my head and shoves his dick deep into my throat, spilling his seed into my mouth. I try to pull back but he holds onto my head and I’m pushed into him more by Hollis’ last big push before he cums too. All of this at once sends my mind into overdrive and even though I barely have enough air to breathe at all my second orgasm rips through me just as Messiah yanks out of my mouth.
Hollis slows his pumps down and pulls out of me gently before lowering me back into the water. I lay my head back against the wall next to the tub and laugh out softly.
“That was fucking amazing.”
Chapter Forty-Two
HOLLIS—PRESENT
I stare at myself in Nicholai’s mirror and I know what I should do. I should walk out into the living room, tell Ruby I have something to tell her, and then I should tell her I am the evil son of a bitch who killed her grandmother leaving her homeless and on the run from the state all before her sixteenth birthday.
Over the last few weeks I’ve done some digging into Ruby’s past and her grandmother, Marina Tate, was the only good thing that ever happened to her and I took her away. I snatched the only chance for her to have a somewhat safe and secure life and I have no idea how she’s going to respond when she finds out what I did. Which is why even though I know what I should do, I’m not going to do it.
I’d rather leave her in the state of somewhat normalcy since I have no idea when Messiah and I will be back, but I don’t suspect it to be any time soon. I don’t want to leave Nicholai to clean up my mess either. He’d be pretty pissed at me if I did.
A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I pull the door open and find Ruby standing in front of me.
“Sorry I didn’t know you were in here, I can come back,” she tells me but I stop her.
“Nah, I’m done in here,” I tell her. She steps out of my way to let me out before going in herself.
“You okay?” she asks, stopping with her hand on the door. “You look worried.”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I say with a nod. “Just getting in the mind space for this flight.”
“Do you not like to fly?”
“I’d rather drive,” I tell her honestly even though I know the flight isn’t what’s bothering me at all. “But it’s not too bad. This is just going to be a long flight.”
“And Messiah talks a lot when he’s bored,” she points out and I laugh.
“You’re right.” I nod before turning some. “But go ahead and use the bathroom because Messiah and I have to leave soon to make our flight.”
“Okay,” she says with a grin before pushing the door closed.
I turn to head to the living room and I can hear Messiah messing with Nicholai already. When I walk into the living room Nicholai is taking the bottle of whisky from Messiah’s grip. He looks annoyed but Messiah is just laughing.
“I told you not to let him open it,” I tell Nic as I sit on the arm of the couch.
“Jokes on you, bruh. Y’all leave in less than ten minutes and he’ll be your problem,” he tells me with his eyebrows raised.
“You’re a dick,” I laugh, shaking my head. “But I’m sure you’ll have your hands full too.”
“At least she won’t be drunk,” he says with his eyes narrowed and a faint smile before getting up to put the bottle away.
Messiah laughs at Nicholai and falls back against the couch and all I can do is stare at him and wonder what the fuck is so funny. Nicholai walks back in from the kitchen and I look up at him, “Why is he even laughing?”
“Because he thinks it’s funny I treat Ruby like she’s a loose canon.”
“She is, though,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I know,” he nods before looking over at Messiah who has calmed his laughter and is wiping the tears from his eyes.
“We all know,” he slurs. “But do we all treat her like like she’s any kind of canon? No, no we don’t and I’m sure Nic will find out why sooner rather than later!”
He bursts into another fit of laughter as Ruby walks back into the room and her smile is indescribable. Her eyes are all squinty as she looks from Messiah to Nic and I before asking, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing,” Nicholai and I say together.
“He’s just being an idiot,” Nicholai adds.
I stand and hit Messiah’s leg as I do. “Come on dipshit, we have a flight to catch.” I walk around the table in front of the couch and pick up the bag of guns Nicholai gave us earlier and look over at Ruby before grinning and saying, “give him hell, little one.”
She frowns a little before looking over at Nicholai and then back at me before half grinning slightly before saying, “Be safe, please.”
“Always.”
I turn to leave as Messiah gathers himself and once I’m down in the car I put the bag in the back seat and sit in the driver's seat of the Explorer. It takes everything in me not to haul off and punch the window out and I hate myself for even caring about telling a girl I just met a little over a month ago I killed her grandmother. Why does it even matter?
The truth is, I don’t want it to matter to me at all because I don’t want to have to ever tell her about it. If I choose not to tell her she won’t get mad, but if she ever finds out I don’t think she’d ever forgive me.
I am thankful I have a little more time to come up with the best way to tell her but I have a feeling by the end of this trip all I’m going to want to do is tell her everything.
I tuck those thoughts away as Messiah gets into the front seat and immediately lays it back, closing his eyes. Clearly he’s thrilled about leaving. Such a brat.
Neither of us say another word until we are in the air headed away from Alabama. Messiah can obviously tell I’m not in the best of moods but I know he won’t ask. It’s not how we do things.
“Is there any alcohol on this plane?” he asks, sighing as he sits down next to me.
“No you and Nicholai drank it all the last time we were all on board,” I say, laughing at the face he gives me.
“They should’ve replaced it by now,” he pouts.
“You’re such a brat,” I tell him and he frowns at me.
“I’m not a brat, I just want to sleep before this job,” he admits and I shake my head at him even though he can’t see me.
“Then go lay down, Messiah. You don’t need to get shitfaced to shut your eyes.”
“You and I both know what you’re saying ain’t true at all,” he tells me and unfortunately, he’s right.
We all have our ways of coping and getting rest but it just so happens Messiah chooses alcohol over just about anything. And his liver is paying for all of the shit he chooses to drink.
“How about we smoke a blunt instead and you go just lay down,” I offer and he perks up next to me.
“You brought some good?” he asks me, a half grin creeping up the side of his face.
“Have I ever left home without it? You already know I have some,” I tell him, frowning.
“You don’t always share, motherfucker.” He laughs and I guess he is right. I can be stingy when I want to be.
“I’ll share tonight, here,” I tell him, pulling a pack of cigarillos and the bag of weed out of my pocket, “go twist and I’ll be back there.”
He takes the stuff from my hands and heads to the bedroom in the rear of the plane and I decide to go check with the pilot before getting comfortable. She doesn’t have much to report other than we have another four hours in flight and as I leave the cock
pit I wonder where the hell Preston is flying us. It could be just a loop to confuse the op, but from his preflight instructions, it’s not likely.
Messiah and I have shit to do and it’s all to ensure the safety of the family and what we’ve all built. Salem is getting the information we all need right now and once Messiah and I clean house there won’t be much else for those mother fuckers from Atlanta to do. They’ll have to tuck tail and scurry home because with Juice’s crew now stronger than ever and on our side there’s no way they’ll be able to take anything from us. If they want to play the devil’s game before they go, well the decision is up to them but I know one thing, not many of them are going to survive and they definitely won’t come out on top of anything but a pile of bones.
Epilogue
Being with Nicholai is a little weird. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, he's incredibly serious about everything. He's not mean, he’s just short and I don't get the idea he wants to be around me much. It's dark now, around dinner time, and I've been sitting on his couch watching some movie I've never seen on his TV. He's come through the living room a couple of times, but I didn't say anything to him, and he didn't say anything to me.
I decide to get up to see if he has something small for me to eat but when I get to the kitchen I don't find any food at all. Even the refrigerator is bare, and I've opened almost all of the cabinets when Nicholai finally saunters into the kitchen shirtless. He's such a fucking tease with all of his muscles and tattoos but he just ignores all of my advances. It's like he's one of those religious people who've vowed their celibacy or some shit.
"You know girls aren't the only ones who can be raped, Nic," I tell him.
"How do you suppose you'd manage doing anything close to raping me," he asks with the faintest grin a person could ever wear on his handsome face.
"I have my ways Mr. Koslov," I say, meeting his blue eyes before turning around to face the cabinets again to hide my smile. I know there's no way I'd ever be able to touch a hair on his head without his permission. He could throw me up against a wall with ease and probably kill me.