Page 60 of Out for Blood
I moved with them, pushing onto Jagger’s and Hawk’s dicks, moving my mouth up and down on Vigo’s shaft, our movements growing faster and more frenzied as we got closer to coming.
I was lost to the world. Because this was my world now.
This pleasure. These men.
“Fuck yes,” Hawk said. “Do it. Let that hot little pussy come.”
I fell over the cliff, coming apart under and around them, my cries of pleasure muffled by Vigo’s dick in my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” Hawk said, pounding into me so hard my eyes watered. “Take it. Take it all.”
Jagger groaned, his face contorting as he came inside me, and I had the vaguest of thoughts: we hadn’t used a condom.
And I hadn’t used a condom with Hawk that morning either.
But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but the pleasure rolling through my body. It made my nipples tingle, sent goose bumps down my spine, shivers through my entire body as white light exploded behind my eyes.
My mouth filled with the salty brine of Vigo’s semen and I swallowed it down hungrily while he held my head.
“You look so fucking pretty drinking me up, mouse. Swallow italldown.”
My pleasure was heightened by the fact that we were all coming at once, our bodies moving as one, and I didn’t know how long I flew through the blissful abyss of my release before I finally pulled my mouth off Vigo’s dick to collapse on Jagger’s chest.
He was breathing fast and heavy when he wrapped his arms tightly around me. “Damn, mouse. I thought I remembered how good you are but I was wrong. You’re even better than I remembered.”
He pulled me next to him and kissed my head.
Vigo lay on my other side, his dick pressed against my ass, while Hawk lay on his back at the foot of the bed, his arms over his eyes like he was going to need a week to recover.
Jagger had been right: I’d needed to step away from my phone. From Imperium Fratrum and my parents’ investigation and all the memories and regrets that had descended on me when I’d been in the storage unit with their things.
I’d needed a reminder of what I was doing, what I was fighting for.
Not just retribution for my parents’ deaths and what had happened to Bram. Not even just the lives of the girls around Blackwell Falls, the ones who’d already gone missing and the ones at risk in the future.
I was fighting for my life too. For the ability to live it free of fear from the men who’d been dogging my family since before I’d known it was happening.
Free of the past.
Free to live it with the men that surrounded me on the bed, the men that had taken up permanent residence in my heart.
Because as Jagger’s breath turned to a soothing rhythm, his heart beat a soft thump under my ear, I knew without them, freedom didn’t mean a thing.
28
CASSIE
I breatheda sigh of relief as the last of the morning rush left the coffee shop. I’d given Kaylee and Drew the day off (paid of course), something I’d been doing more often as a way to thank them for stepping up, first when I’d been blinded in the accident on the mountain and then when I’d been by the Hawks’ bedside 24/7 after the explosion at the paper mill.
It was the least I could do. I couldn’t have kept the shop open without them, and if it was one thing I’d learned over the past three months it was that it wasn’t good business to make myself a bottleneck for keeping the shop open.
Kaylee and Drew had proven themselves more than capable of keeping things going. I wanted to make sure they felt appreciated and well compensated because the truth was, I was kind of enjoying having a life outside of the shop.
I wiped down the front counter and leaned against the one behind me to look at my phone.
It had been a week since we’d found my parents’ storage unit, and I was still trying to sort the information my parents had left there about their investigation into Imperium Fratrum. I’d spent countless hours researching names and places listed in the FOIArequests pinned to the board and just as long doing reverse image searches on the photos.
So far everything I’d found could be categorized into five buckets: rich people who were alive, rich people who were dead, people I couldn’t locate because their names were too common, places whose relevance was still in question, and everything else.
