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I have to take her mouth again to distract myself from coming too soon just from the sensation of being inside her. But I keep her spread and exposed for Hyena and Vampire’s enjoyment as I drop my hand down to her clit and rub it in the way I now know she most likes.
I’m almost jealous of them. I can imagine how gorgeous she looks from their perspective, her beautiful body impaled on my thick erection and writhing underneath my hands.
No, we can’t do this in private. Not out here.
This particular rule is one of mine. But Vampire finishes explaining it since my mouth is occupied. “No fucking in private outside of your room. Another member of Vengeance must always bear witness. If one of us does fuck you alone in your room, he must send to another member to have a turn.”
She moans and twists as Vampire explains and my fingers works.
“Oh…Oh!” She falls out of the kiss. Her body goes rigid inside my arms, and she soaks my fat dick with her climax.
Then there’s no more stay in control for me. I push her forward, and the top half of her body hits the table as I take her hard and fast.
And that’s when I get real with her in Spanish. I tell her how good she feels—even better than I imagined. I thank her again for giving herself to us and tell we’re keeping her forever.
I hate talking. But not to her. I talk and talk until my eyes go blind and I explode into the condom.
“I’m just going to say it….” Hyena declares a few minutes later when Doc and I are all cleaned up and sitting back down at the table, this time with her propped sideways in my lap.
He sets a breakfast plate down in front of us. “You, Doc, have earned this scramble."
Another inappropriate joke, but this time she laughs.
Then she looks across the table at Vampire. “Okay, I guess this is the part where you feed me while Vampire explains the rest of your messed-up rules.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I pick up the fork as Vampire begins talking.
And it’s only the beginning of our first full day together. But I can’t help but think that Hyena was right last night. She’s perfect. Perfect for us.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
CHAPTER 10
DOC
Okay, what in the holy heck have I gotten myself into?
This was only supposed to be a fun one-night stand—like the ones the roadhouse girls who were brave enough to go upstairs with Vengeance brag about at their next shift. Quite a few roadhouse girls have treated Vengeance like a carnival ride after they gave Nestor their two weeks' notice. They’re an infamous roller coaster they just have to go on at least once before they move on to other endeavors.
That’s what I thought it would be like for me too. Some fun I’d always remember. Also, a practical way to divest myself of all that virginity I never got around to unloading.
When I walked down the stairs this morning, I honestly thought they’d apologize for forgetting to stock Hyena’s bathroom with towels—not introduce me to a long list of really intense rules, which took the entirety of breakfast to go through.
We were taught not to ever use the word “crazy” during rotations, but I’m still a tell-it-like-it-is Southern woman underneath this medical degree. And, obviously, these guys are three sandwiches short of a picnic.
And as great as that lap sex with Des-E was, the after delight quickly fades as Vampire explains to me what all I won’t be allowed to do while underneath their roof.
That was hot! quickly gets replaced with, I have to figure out how to get out of here ASAP.
Somehow, my fun experiment with group sex has turned into a complete horror show.
But I’m a smart Black woman—not one of those idiot girls from the horror films. So I do the opposite of every movie in which a woman discovers she’s just had very hot sex with someone who is—sorry, Dr. Tiwari, my Sensitivity in Medicine professor—very, very crazy.
Or in my case, three guys who are very, very crazy.
I don’t start screaming about how they have to let me go. Or threaten to call the police when they inform me I have to stay in their house in Nebraska until at least January 3rd. I don’t say anything that could get me tied up and restrained. Or worse.
No, I just set my face on neutral and pretend like I’m not screaming inside as Vampire tells me I’m not allowed to go outside. Then I meekly ask if I can be excused to return to Hyena’s room to think about all of this.
Finally, Hyena speaks up. But his words don’t make me feel any less like I’ve been dropped into a movie with three psychos at the helm.
