Page 16 of Vengeance (Ruthless MC 4)
I wring my hands. The region of my brain that controls fear is popping all the way off. Butterflies, heart palpitations, static in my ears—they all show up for the nervous party.
But I press forward.
“I have something…something I didn’t mean to keep this long,” I tell them. “Something that almost got taken by my aunt’s boyfriend this morning. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t really care about it. I’m not religious or anything. And maybe I’m just being silly—not to mention wildly anachronistic. But this thing…it’s mine to give. So, I want to give it to you.”
They all stare at me, and Hyena squints to ask, “What does anachronistic mean?”
But then the penny drops before I can answer, and his eyes pop wide with surprise. “Wait, are you trying to tell us you’re a virgin? You want to give us your virginity?”
My words give out. But I manage to nod.
And they stare at me.
Then stare at me some more.
Then Vampire says, “Hyena, put her on the bed. Des-E, get her ready for us.”
Hyena grins. “Hooah! My favorite part. Come here, baby.”
He gives me several kisses, clearing all the thoughts from my mind. Then he clears the Rydell sweats from my body.
I’d been so relieved to wake up fully clothed. But the next thing I know, my back’s hitting the bed, and I’m as naked as the day I was born.
I’m alone at first. But Hyena sheds his clothes even quicker than he handled mine and joins me in the bed. He’s got scars, I note. Dark circles along his left leg and arm, consistent with gun shot wounds. Reaper business, I can only assume. My chest tightens with the reminder that I’m doing this thing I’ve never done with three stone-cold criminals.
Before I can think to hard about that, he sits down behind me and pulls me up so I’m lounging against his chest. He must have put on a condom too. I can feel his hard length against my back. Thick, long, and sheathed in latex.
“How much of a virgin are you?” he whispers, licking kisses up my neck. “How much did you save for us to take?”
My virgin status has always been something I’m ashamed of—a failure to live and operate in the world like a normal adult. Not to mention a terrible look for a gynecologist.
But Hyena’s question makes me feel special. An erotic thrill passes through me as I confess, “All of it.”
“You serious? Don’t kid me now….” His hand snakes between my legs, cups my vagina. “Nobody else has ever touched this? It's ours?”
“Only me,” I confess. My legs scrabble on either side of his hand. They, like me, don’t know what to do with the new, heavy sensation of having him there.
He groans into my neck, like I’m hurting him with my answer, but then kisses me deep, like he’s giving me an award for saying just that.
The ball of his hand strokes over my clit as we kiss, and my breath seizes when he pushes in one blunt finger.
His lips fall away from mine. He’s so tall, he can rest his head on my shoulder and watch his hand working me below.
“First time a man’s finger’s ever been in this sweet pussy,” he observes, his voice husky in my ear. “And look how wet you are already.”
He pushes in another finger. Makes me whimper and pant.
“This from the kissing or the anticipation?"
“I don’t know,” I admit, arching into his fingers.
“That’s okay. It don’t matter. We’re fucking you amazing tonight either way. And I guarantee you, Des-E’s mouth is better than my fingers.”
As if to punctuate his point, suddenly the mattress depresses and there’s Des-E crawling toward me on the big bed.
He’s stripped too, and his large body’s a sight to behold. Muscle slabbed over muscles without any fat that I can see. He’s got GSW scars along the back of each arm—the same size as Hyena’s. Were they victims of the same shoot-out? Or the perpetrators?
I’m so busy wondering, I forget to be nervous before he lays himself flat between my legs and dives tongue first into my pussy.
I forget all about his scars in an instant. He licks at me hungrily, lapping and sucking on my nub in a way that makes me empty my lungs and batter his broad shoulders with the heels of my feet. Pleasure zaps through me, so piercing it’s almost painful. It feels like something that maybe I can’t take.
My tummy ripples, and my hands find his long dusky curls, pulling at them, even as I push my hips into his mouth.
“Hitting him with your dainty feet and pulling on his hair ain’t going to stop him, baby,” Hyena informs me with a dark chuckle. His rough hands find my breasts, massaging and cruelly twisting at my nipples. “The only thing that’s going to stop him is you giving him your first pussy cream. He ain’t going to quit till you’re coming in his mouth.”
