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His erection springs free. I wrap my hand around his thickness in a choke hold. Rock sucks in a hiss through clenched teeth.

  "Fuck you, Snake," he growls.

  I grin at him, it's evil and it's knowing. "You want to."

  He glares at me, my hand still locked around his dick, as he begins to push me backwards until my back hits the wall and he rips my pants open and squeezes my balls. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in his grip.

  "You want me to, don't you?" his face is an inch from mine.

  We stare each other down, he's daring me to give him what I've got, I am too, my nuts gripped firmly in his hand, his cock locked in mine.

  Fuck me, I do.

  I tell him so, but my way.

  My fist lands on his face.

  It's on. Punches fly, curses spew, clothes are thrown, furniture crashes over as Rock and I tear each other apart. Our mouths seek each other, teeth bite wanting to pierce flesh, skin pounds’ skin trying to penetrate to the core. It's furious, it's ugly, it's savage, it's fucking beautiful.

  We're on the floor next to the bed, rolling and naked. Our bodies are slick with sweat as we glide against each other. Our movements get faster and more demanding, our cocks trapped between our bodies, the steel shafts battling each other. Hands lock body parts, arms, wrists, throats, waists. We twist and turn violently fighting for control.

  Twisting one more time, I'm on top. My swollen and angry cock is in Rock's face. His is in mine.

  The only sounds in the room are our heavy breathing, and not a sound is coming from Summer.

  I shift my hips and take my cock in my hands, it swells more in my grasp. Our eyes are locked as we watch each other between our sweaty bodies over the rise and fall of our tatted chests. My heart is pounding; each beat measures another inch the head of my shaft gets closer to his lips. The sound of my blood pumping in my veins whooshes loudly in my head. As I bring myself closer to him, my face lowers to his thick heavy crown. I can practically taste him already just by his scent, his unique aroma I am all too intimately familiar with, an aphrodisiac I wasn’t aware of.

  Once we do this, there's no turning back, we're climbing that last plateau.

  I open my mouth a breath away from the smooth tip of his shaft, he does too.

  Fuck.

  I fucking growl as I plunge myself into his hot mouth. Letting go of my dick, I wrap my hand around his and suck him deep.

  Rock's flavor explodes on my taste buds, salty, sweet, and manly as fuck. Foreign but so damn good.

  He makes good on his promise and rams his thickness deep inside my mouth, his Prince Albert piercing slams into the back of my throat. That unleashes the primitive beast inside of me. I fuck his mouth hard and fast, wanting to bury myself so far inside him, I'll never leave. He gags me with as much of him as I can take.

  Rock makes this primal sound, a combination of a growl and a moan, the vibrations feed up my shaft, through my balls, and all the way through my body. I almost fucking come instantly. He rolls us so we're on our sides with both our arms wrapped around each other’s asses, holding our hips prisoner.

  Suck my cock.

  We’re ravenous as we suck each other, thrusting, pushing, driving, slamming.

  A soft feminine moan mingles with our grunts. Summer. We must hear her at the same time. Rock and I separate as we silently communicate. I crawl off Rock and move toward the bed, but stop. I gaze back at him over my shoulder. His eyes are on my ass before our eyes meet. I turn back to him, grab him by the back of the neck and shove my tongue down his throat, right where my cock had been, I can still taste myself there. Turning back to the woman on the bed, her eyes big and round, her nipples tight little peaks, her face flushed with her need, she's still and stunned.

  "Get over here," I grit out as I grab her ankles and pull her down to the edge of the bed.

  Rock's at the nightstand getting the lube.

  Summer's ass is hanging off the bed. Perfect. I spread her legs wide.

  "I'm going to fuck you. Very. Fucking. Hard."

  Her eyes never leave mine as she licks her lips. "And Rock's going to fuck you." Her voice is barely a whisper.

  "Yes."

  She knows, it shows in her eyes. She knows, she doesn't know what, but she knows this is different, this is claiming, this is owning, this is marking forever right now.

  Because right now might be all there is.

  As Summer feeds her arms around my neck, the tip of my dick at her entrance, Rock is at my rear spreading my cheeks, she kisses me. It's long, it's sweet, it says I love you.

  I choke back a fucking sob. Now's not the time and this is not the place.

  Sensations I've never felt before shoot through me as Rock's tongue swirls around my virgin asshole.

  Not for long.

  "Feels good, Snake, doesn't it?" Summer whispers as her lips brush against mine.

  "Yes," because, hell yes, it does. I mimic the movements in Summer's mouth of Rock's tongue on me, circling, plunging, teasing, getting me ready.

  When the lube drips down the crack of my ass, I moan.

  I want this, I want this so fucking bad. I want him. Inside me. I need him to fuck me.

  This need, it’s so damn strong. It’s not conscious, not at all, to have him become a part of me, me be a part of Summer, to have us all as one…this way.

  When his finger pushes inside my tightness, I press just the head of my cock inside Summer. She and I moan together.

  Two fingers enter me. Ahhhh, fuck yes!

  Three fingers now. My balls tighten more, my cock gets harder, my breathing is getting faster, my heart is thudding louder.

  When he starts to fuck me with his three fingers in and out again and again, I clench my jaw to stop myself from slamming into Summer's sweet hot cunt. I squeeze my eyes to the foreign rush of sensations, unfamiliar but exactly what I want, want I need.

  She must sense my growing urgency. Her tongue strokes my lips, her hands knead the tight muscles in my shoulders, her body relaxes beneath me. She's calming me, soothing me, getting me ready as well to take Rock inside me just like she’s had the both of us together inside her. She knows exactly how I’m feeling, what I’m feeling, the rush of sensations surging through me, the dance of sweet pain and intense pleasure. She’s watching it all play out on my face.

  His fingers are gone. Then the coolness of his piercing and the smoothness of the wide crown of his cock is pressing against my entrance.

  "Fuck," I moan as I touch my forehead to Summers.

  "He's going to feel so good," she murmurs with her mouth pressed against my ear.

  “I know, he already does,” I breathe out heavily as I swirl my tongue around her open mouth, teasing her lips and tongue, my dick dying to slam home inside of her.

  “He’s fucked you already,” she whispers, her tongue entwining with mine, “inside of me. Just like you’ve already fucked him.”

  I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I do as my dick remembers the sensations of Rock sliding against me every time we were inside Summer together.

  Then my body goes rigid as he pushes in bit by bit, just the head, Fuck! I know from the sharp pain that shoots through me when he’s breeched the rim past the tight ring of muscles of my ass.

  “Son of a bitch,” I growl.

  "Goddamn you, Snake." He breathes heavily as his fingers dig into my flesh.

  I breathe through the pain until all that’s left is need. Hunger. Yearning. It’s like a slow, continuous searing heat that spreads like wildfire through me. I begin to move.

  I slide into Summer, my legs spread wide on the outside of hers, and with each thrust I tighten my grip on Rock’s cock buried half way in my ass. Each time is like another shot of…I don’t know what but it makes me a fucking animal. Every time I push, my cheeks tighten and I squeeze him. It escalates every single pleasure inside me imaginable. I go deeper, and harder, then faster, until I’m pounding into her. And Rock’s pounding into me.

  My mouth c
rashes down on Summer’s as I pour everything into the kiss, my hips slam into hers needing to dive inside her, and I bellow my orgasm into her mouth and her cunt, the walls of her sex clenching me with her own climax.

  Rock flattens himself against my back, sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and wraps his arms around both me and Summer, locking the three of us in an embrace. He growls into my flesh in sync with his load shooting into my ass.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  I’m not sure what we just did, what just happened here. We didn’t make love, we didn’t fuck, we didn’t have sex. This was a union, a transformation, a bonding of our souls.

  Rock lowers his face to ours, his mouth joining with mine and Summers, his tongue entwining with ours, all three twisting together, wrapping and curling, our heavy breaths mingling and joining.

  “That’ll last us,” I whisper against both of their mouths.

  Rock doesn’t reply. Summer moans her agreement.

  The words are inconsequential, the meaning is what matters. What just transpired between us will keep us bound. No matter what.

  CHAPTER 6

  Snake

  We’d been a tangle of body parts, arms, legs, dicks, mouths, pussy, fingers, tongues, everything. Things had only simmered between the three of us after we, for lack of a better word, fucked, but never cooled. The three of us have always been a boiling cauldron waiting to burst. It ran a gamut of emotions, we ran a gamut of emotions, from violent to tender, from compassionate to angry. It smashed every goddamn thing in its wake. It, whatever the hell it was, had a life of its own, a living, breathing, feeling, hungry entity, and it used us, all three of us, to sate its selfish demands. It was a demanding mother fucker.

  When we pulled apart from each other, we never fully let go, continuing to touch, to see, to breathe each other in. Our bodies refused to part. We’re going to be separated soon enough.

  Summer is an innocent casualty in this silent war between me and Rock. A battle between us that somehow sprung to life to claim, to own, to possess. Not her or me or him alone, but us, time, and this, this fucking thing we’ve got. What just happened, our union was a battle that we both won. So did she. She sensed it, pulled into its fiery rage, and she threw herself in heart, body, and soul.

  From the minute Rock gave in to what he wanted, to Summer and his almost stalkerish need for her, she was his. I knew it before he did. We all knew it, he was the only who’d refused to accept it, until circumstances intervened, grabbed him by the nuts and smashed his face into it.

  Rock’s a stubborn fucker, drastic needs require drastic measures. Fate’s a demanding bitch, she did what she had to.

  What I’m saying is, Summer is his, always has been, always will be. We don’t love each other equally. To be honest, I love Rock more, differently, than I love Summer, Rock and I have history not many people could survive with even the slightest hope of coming out the other side. The relationship between the three of us allowed what Rock and I have, the bond, the love, the fierce loyalty and devotion, the affection, to evolve into something intimately physical. With zero weirdness. On the contrary, it’s natural, a progression that happened all on its own.

  As we pack the last of our things into the trunk of Summer’s Charger, (the broad has balls, which is one of the reasons why I love her), there’s a heavy black silence hanging in the air between us.

  So much shit is going down. But for me, the worst thing that could happen would be if something happens to Rock. That’s the only way they’re getting Summer. I know it, he knows, they fucking know it. Hell, Summer even knows it, although she still hasn’t been informed of the situation.

  The only way they’re getting Rock is by killing me.

  Come and get me, motherfuckers.

  It's a curious thing being mocked by death. One would assume terror would be the primary feeling.

  Maybe by some, but never by me, and I'd venture to guess not by Rock or any of the other guys either. We've always believed in what we did. Killers with a conscience. Saving the world by taking out one bad guy at a time. A sin to murder? Don't take the law into your own hands? Those without sin cast the first stone?

  Fuck. That.

  I'd kill a thousand motherfuckers who rape little girls and boys, those cock suckers who take eight-year olds for brides, those degenerates who think believing in their god gives them free reign to torture and slaughter everyone else. Those kinds of monsters have one goal: blood and death to anyone they feel is not like them, who stand in their way of getting what they believe is theirs. Their only goal is to kill you. No talking, no compromising, no 'you stay on your side, I'll stay on mine,' no, 'we can all get along.' Their only purpose is to eliminate you brutally. Period.

  Summer comes from a place like that. It’s exclusive on the outside, but when you strip everything else away, they’re monsters.

  The Club, glitz and money, lots and lots of money. Mansions and Rolls Royce’s, Black Centurion American Express cards and private planes, it might be the most sought after place on American soil, but it's one of the most crooked and despicable collections of filth I've ever been witness to. Because of its affluence and influence. They truly believe that because of their esteemed place in society, right and wrong does not apply to them. They make their own rules, abide by their own guidelines, all with only one goal: to get richer and use any means possible. Especially their own daughters. What better way to get what they want than with a prized possession? Their own fucking Hope diamond?

  Summer was their finest piece, shaped and molded her whole life to be the perfect gift for the highest bidder, the one who could take The Club to the next level, closer to their ultimate goal. Power and prestige, and untouchable anywhere in the world.

  No one let’s go of something that valuable.

  There had been one problem with their plan. Summer. She had been their finest prize, they did too good a job with her. So good, she wanted more than the life of being merely a gift, just a body, a mouth, a pussy lined with gold, trained in the art of sex since she was a child. She wanted more. She wanted to live. She ran away. They thought they could send a boy to bring her back.

  They were wrong.

  They didn't anticipate a wild card showing up. Four to be precise. Rock, me, Gringo, and Bull.

  The kick in the ass is they hired us to retrieve her. They didn't know we'd already found her. They had no idea Rock had already claimed her, fell in fucking in love with her, hell, we all had by that point. I think, even if that hadn't happened, we would never have brought her back to that life. I like to think we'd have given her a choice. Killers with a conscience. We don't deal in human trafficking, and that shit, what her father did to her, was the worst form of human trafficking imaginable.

  Fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck them all.

  Now we're here.

  I'm taking my Harley to the Ink & Arms convention, it's loud and obnoxious but the ride will be more comfortable. Long, but I'm looking forward to the stretch of road in front of me, the miles of distance allowing me time to think, and not think. I grab my helmet from the bike seat just as Rock's leading Summer out of the house and locking the door behind them. I watch them as they descend the two steps of Rock's huge log cabin out here in the middle of nowhere. Instinctually, once again I scan the surroundings for anything, anything at all that might be out of the ordinary. I might appear to be relaxed as I lean against the car, I'm anything but. My jacket is unzipped and my Glock is practically at my fingertips. Still just the same fields and the old man's house down the road.

  We like our solitude. My home, although temporary, is a loft I converted in an old warehouse on the other side of town, one of the very few commercial buildings in Riverbend, most now empty after all the manufacturing was moved overseas. It's perfect for me, or at least it was when I moved in, sad, alone, forgotten, but strong. We needed each other and was exactly what the other was looking for. Me in my self-imposed incarceration, punishing myself mentally and physically. I beat the fuck
out of myself that first year, training until my body felt completely broken, drinking, fucking, and hating myself until there was nothing left. It was the worst time of my life. From that came the beginning of the best part. Which has led me to today.

  "Have you got everything?" I ask them as they approach.

  "Yes, it's all there," Rock murmurs tightly.

  I know what's in those bags. I just hope Summer doesn't.

  We've packed all of our equipment, long range rifles with silencers, Glocks, knives, M16's, and with Gringo bringing his own toys, we've got enough shit to start our own war. I open the passenger door for Summer, but she doesn't get in. Her eyes are glued to mine and all I can see in my mind are those same fucking eyes wide with fear, hope, relief, terror the day we got her back. Right now, I feel like she's looking right through me and seeing all the shit we're keeping from her. Not for the first time, I wonder how much she suspects and how much she actually knows. She needs to know everything. Fucking Rock. Rock hasn't left her side, shielding her more than guiding her.

  "Park the bike in the garage and get in the car," Rock tries to command me.

  I grin at him as my dick stirs. That shit, just fuck yes. I want to throw his ass down on the ground and punish fuck him.

  "Just so you know, Rock," I reach a hand out and pinch Summer's nipple as I look Rock in his eyes, "you've got an ass pounding coming to you." I can hear the low rumble coming from deep within Rock's chest. Summer licks her lips as she presses herself into my touch. My gaze moves to her, "And you're going to watch, Tinkerbell, as I take his tight virgin ass." Summer's face flushes and Rock's hands curl into tight fists.

  "Just make sure," he growls, "your ass stays close fucking by. At. All. Times. Understood?"

  I wink at him, it's cocky and arrogant as hell. "Got it."

  "I mean it, Snake, no games, I'm serious."

  My heart fucking hurts. He knows me too well. He knows I would do anything for him, for any of them. Just like he'd do for me. And I will. Regardless of what I tell him. "Dude, get in the car. We've got people to meet," I answer. I choose to ignore his statement, if I don't comment on it, then I'm not lying.