Page 34 of Vengeance (Ruthless MC 4)
And it turns out Des-E wasn’t just holding on to me for the sake of cuddles. The mountain of an enforcer covers his eyes whenever something scary happens on-screen and tells us to let him know when it’s over.
“Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing his arm the second time he does it. “I thought you were this big, bad enforcer.”
“Not when it comes to horror films,” Hyena answers with a snort.
Des-E glares at the both of us. “They’re kids, man. Just kids.”
A good argument. But then Hyena points out, “He was just as bad when we watched Black Mirror on our last big break.”
“Can we watch something calm after this?” Des-E asks. “Like, how about that Christmas Prince movie? I heard that was good—you know, online or something.”
“Ooh!” I say because the other residents at Nashville Baptist without roadhouse side jobs loved that one. “I’d watch A Christmas Prince. I’ve been wanting to see what all the hype was—”
“No,” Vampire intones, shutting us down before I can finish my pitch.
So I crawl over into Des-E’s lap to give him something to hold on to during the monster scenes.
“Thanks,” he whispers in my ear—before burying his face in my neck when the Shadow Monster starts chasing Will down a hallway. “Tell me when I can look!”
It’s all so fun and weirdly cozy—the perfect day off. I have a fleeting moment where I wish this was real…
Then I tell myself not to be crazy.
It’s not the first time I’ve had to remind myself of that during this unexpected deviation from my five-year plan. Or the last.
The next day, I have to repeat it like a mantra when I wake up to find Hyena and Des-E sleeping on either side of me.
I watch Des-E sleep for a moment. I know his reaction to Stranger Things was just a silly character quirk.
In real life outside this cabin, he’s a terrible man who does terrible things by natural instinct.
“Hyena and Vampire converted to a life of crime after they left the Army, but I was raised in crime,” Des-E once told me when I got through the practice test way faster than he thought I would. “Reading and writing and arithmetic—they didn’t care about that. Morals? Only loyalty. They basically raised me to kill.”
He actually made me feel lucky that my mom’s string of criminal boyfriends left me out of their schemes. And I know what I’d seen of the Reapers in the roadhouse was only an ounce of the destruction and mayhem they wrought outside of it.
But now he looks so innocent. A mountain at rest.
I reach out to smooth an inky black curl out of his face. And he immediately wakes and grabs on to me, his hand manacling around my wrist like a vice.
For a moment I fear he’s going to break it first and ask questions later.
But then he sees it’s me. And the sweetest smile spreads across his face—only to abruptly turn wicked.
I find out why when Hyena’s arm suddenly loops around the front of my body and his hand finds my sex. He spreads my folds and pushes in a couple of fingers. Partly to give Des-E a show. They like doing that for each other, I’ve noticed.
And partly to check if I’m ready.
“Hooah, we should have thought about doing this earlier. You see how wet our baby is for us this morning? I bet I can…”
The bulbous head of his cock pushes against my vagina’s entrance. His erection is so hard, he doesn’t even have to line up. He just slides into my dripping pussy with one rolling thrust.
And then we’re really putting on a show for Des-E. Though he only watches for a minute or two before he reaches into the drawer and rolls back over with a left hand full of lube.
I still have no idea how they manage to communicate these things without words. But they always seem to be in full agreement about what happens next.
Hyena pulls out and hikes my leg up, giving Des-E easy access to slide in himself.
And once I’m impaled on his thick cock, Des-E pulls me in for a kiss with his right hand while using his left to spread a generous amount of lube into my puckered hole. Then he shifts me forward, folding my top leg over his thigh so that Hyena can…
I could have guessed what’s coming, but we’ve never done this before. They always pass me back and forth because they both enjoy watching the other have me so much.
I gasp when Hyena begins feeding me his dick, inch by tight inch. Until they’re both inside, filling me up, and moving in a synchronous harmony that’s so, so effective. Too effective. I lose control of myself agan, and Des-E has to catch my scream against his lips when I start to climax.
