Page 24 of Vile Bastards
“No promises,” Widow says, and then he shrugs his big shoulders. He turns a look on Bohnes who remains purposefully silent. “What about you? Are you agreeing to give the rich boys the same chance?”
“Did I say that?” Bohnes muses, fingers twitching. Whilst he appears calm, I know that he’s anything but. He’s angry at being interrupted, annoyed with Widow for the perceived failure of allowing (hah) me to leave the track. “I could’ve killed Ash Kelly on Friday night. If I wanted him dead, he would be. Don’t worry about him when you should be worrying about yourself.”
Bohnes looks down at my cunt and then shakes his head. Widow offers up a little growl in response.
“That’s incredibly distracting,” he murmurs, his own gaze locked on target.
“What? My wet pussy?” I whisper, reaching down and cupping it with a hand. I slick a finger up my folds and watch as Bohnes wets his lips with a dirty tongue, and Widow swipes a hand over his jaw. “I’m only offering it up to fuckboys who behave.”
“Only fuckboys? I’m out then.” Bohnes’ voice is as wet as my pussy. He’s not going anywhere.
“Stay or go, your choice.” I yank my sweatpants up and move into the living room, glancing over at the stairs and hoping like hell nobody walks in on this. If they do, I’m sure that whatever’s about to happen will make their eyes bleed.
Bohnes snatches me around the waist and hauls me back against him, putting that hot, filthy mouth of his against my ear.
“Where do you think you’re going? Hmm? Fuckboy Widow walks in and that’s it? You drop old Bohnes like a hot potato?” He bites the side of my neck, and I swallow back a groan, the taboo of forced silence slithering down my throat and turning my nipples to diamond points.
Can I have them both? Right here on my grandmother’s rug? Will I be able to stay silent? Will they? Will we get caught? All of those questions, the tension, the fear that I’m just barely pushing to the side, it mixes together into this miasma of want.
I have two whores, and it’s my right to use them as I please.
“I don’t remember giving Widow permission to fuck you on the regular,” Bohnes muses, absently stroking my nipple and making me squirm. His tone is clearly designed to push Widow over the edge. “I offered temporary permission in order to keep you distracted and yet, his dick clearly wasn’t enough to stop you from leaving the track.”
“You really want to test me like this?” Widow whispers back, moving up close to us, his eyes sweeping my prone form as I relax into Bohnes’ strong arms. That feral gaze of his adds another potent layer to my desire; Widow looks wild. Unhinged. Angry. The need to claim me is written all over his face. If the two of them hadn’t just promised not to kill each other, I’d be worried.
“Ask me nicely.” I might not be able to see the smirk on Bohnes’ face, but I sure as hell can feel it. Widow’s body ripples with frustration, and he closes his eyes, inhaling and exhaling against that palpable rage of his. “If you beg like a dog, I might just consider it.”
“Bohnes, give him permission,” I command, and my resident ghoul sighs dramatically from behind me.
“Give me permission, huh?” Widow retorts, his voice a quiet slice of menace. He cracks his knuckles, but none of that matters to Kellin. “You think I need his permission to fuck you? Scarlett, I don’t give a shit what this man has to say. He doesn’t have any control over either of us.”
“You’re both this close to waking my grandmother up, and then nobody will be getting their rocks off. Bohnes, tell him he has permission. Widow, do your best to ignore him; he’s not ever going to change his ways.” I reach up and press Bohnes’ hand more firmly against my breast, and he offers up a soft, velvety laugh in response.
“Are you sure, Scarlett? We could get rid of Widow tonight if we really wanted to.” I elbow the man in his flat, perfect stomach, but all the move does is cause me pain. May as well have elbowed a wall of granite. “Okay, fine. Adrian, I’ll allow you to have sex with my woman for as long as she wants you. After she’s done …” Bohnes makes a slick tsking sound and draws his thumb across his throat as I glance back at him. Really, though? is what my aggravated expression says. “Now, make yourself useful and move the coffee table.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” Widow hisses, but then he catches my gaze before he loses his temper entirely. I love the way his jaw clenches tight, flashing all those pretty white teeth. Yum. All of that alpha energy is wafting off of him and drawing my own up to meet it.
