“I need you inside of me, Green. Please!”
She begs so prettily I can’t resist. I’d give this woman anything she asks of me so I spin her and press her hands to the mirror so she has to watch me give her it all. I kick her feet further apart and slide my cock between the wet heat pooling between her legs with one hand and with the other I fill it with a handful of all that pretty red hair. As I line up at her entrance, I growl her name.
“Demi!” Her eyes fly to mine. “You scream my name when I make you come. You scream, Marcus!” I order her, and then slam home with one thrust.
Her back arches as she cries out and I grip one of her hips to keep her from slamming into the sharp edge of the counter as I fuck her hard, deep and fast. She feels so fucking incredible around my bare cock and I need more, more of her everything so I lift one of her knees and place it on the counter. It changes the angle to fucking perfection. So God damn deep all I can feel is her and I never want it to stop. She’s sobbing my name minutes later as my thrusts hit exactly where she needs them to on that sweet spot inside her. Her orgasm milks me hard and fast and I see stars from the feeling as I spill inside her and hearing my real name sobbed from her lips as she comes. Fuck… she’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Blue
Green…Marcus now, carries me from the bathroom after he helped clean me up again and sets me on the bed where the other two wait. They surround me. Warm skin against mine on every side as they stroke my skin gently, giving me the sweet aftercare that rarely comes with random hook-ups. It’s so damn good to be touched like this. Not the sex part, even though that was fantastic. The after, the cuddling and soft touches that I never allow. I’m always the hit ‘em and quit ‘em girl. Scratch the itch and then bolt but these three assholes have wormed their way past those defenses in a way no one ever has. I think over all the things they’ve told me tonight, all that they’re offering me as I lay in their arms.
Andre’s knuckles graze my skin in a way that makes me shiver. “Beautiful,” he whispers, his voice reverent in a way that makes my heart lurch. They’re stripping me bare, layer by layer and I ignore the warning bells in my head for just this moment. They’ve bulldozed through my defenses. I should fight it, grabthe basket and run, but fuck, it feels so good right here that I push those thoughts away.
When Damon brushes my hair back and places a soft sweet kiss on my forehead, the warning bells get louder and the first stirrings of panic start to buzz inside me. “They’re not going to let me go easy,” a dark voice in my head tells me. My pulse starts racing as I meet their gazes, each one burning with a different kind of feeling... Is that hope? Fuck, I don’t know if I want them to but…
“You think you can handle it… us?” Marcus murmurs against my ear, his breath hot, his fingers sweeping over my stomach as my panic grows. He must see the spiral that’s starting inside me. “Breathe, Blue,” he murmurs, his voice soothing, but it doesn’t help.
This is too much, it feels too good. My mind is reeling as my body stiffens between them. They’re owning me, claiming me, and I’d fucking love it if I was built for that. This is too deep, too risky. It could derail all my plans if it didn’t work out. The stakes are too high to let that happen. I made a promise to a ghost and I can’t let anything get in the way of that.
“You’re ours now,” Andre growls, his hand tightening in my hair like he can read everything going through my head. “No running, Blue. Not anymore.”
A small sound of denial squeaks out of me by accident and I see something that shocks me flash across his eyes, sadness. It’s gone so fast I convince myself it wasn’t there when he nods and hits me with a soft smile of understanding and then rolls away to the other side of the bed. He comes back with a glass of water. “It’s okay, baby. We know it’s a lot and you need some space to process it and decide.” He presses the glass of water to my lip so I can drink.
“You’re perfect, Blue,” Damon murmurs, kissing my forehead. “Ours.”
Andre leans over me as I take another drink, buying time to sort through the shit storm in my mind. His eyes are filled with challenge and a smirk tugs those sexy plush lips of his. “Come play, Blue. Come win with us.”
I sip the water again as things start to soften, to blur, my eyelids heavy, the warmth of their bodies lulling me. But as I drift, a bitter edge to the water hits my tongue too late. No, screams through my mind, panic spiking as my limbs grow heavy. “You…you…,” I slur, my voice fading as I slump against Green. Black’s smirk is the last thing I see, his voice a low taunt.
“You conned our hearts, Blue. Come find us.” Darkness swallows me as they all pull away.
Black
Ibrush her hair back gently from her unconscious face as Marcus shakes his head.
"She's going to be pissed as hell when she wakes up." he tells me.
I huff out a laugh. "Yeah, but that'll just motivate her even more to find us." I lean back and take in her flushed beautiful body and sigh, "This is it. This is the end game. She either comes and finds us and sticks or..."
"We let her go." Damon finishes my thought.
I turn and look at my brothers with a frown and shake my head. "I don't know if I can."
Blue
Iwake with a jolt, my head pounding like I’ve been hit with a brick, my mouth dry as the Mojave. The room swims into focus. There’s Christmas lights twinkling mockingly from the corners of this Santa Monica rental house. The scent of pine from the fake tree mixes with the faint salt of the ocean breeze, but there’s no warmth here, not anymore. I’m alone, sprawled under a thin blanket, my red dress crumpled on the floor like a discarded costume. My body aches in all the right places, memories of Black, Red, and Green flooding back. The way their hands stripped me bare, their mouths claiming every inch, the way they took me apart with slow, deliberate thrusts, unmasking to sear their real faces and names into my mind.
But then the haze clears, and I realize I’m missing something. After all their talk about teaming up, of wanting more, where the hell are they? I expected a morning wood wakeup call but I’m all alone in this huge bed.
I drag myself out of it and rub at the throbbing in my head as I pull on the wrecked red dress and stumble out of the room.I don’t even remember passing out last night. I giggle to myself, still feeling a little unsteady. Wasted by orgasms, hung over by dick. I blink against the flood of sunlight shining into the living room…the very, very empty room and the first sense of unease lands. I try to rush to the kitchen, to the patio to check for them but my head sways with dizziness and that’s when the panic hits hard and the pieces click together. That glass of water… Those motherfuckers drugged me! They fucked me senseless, offered me shit I don’t want, don’t even really deserve and then drugged me and FUCK!
I lurch against the kitchen counter as my eyes frantically scan every corner of the room but the basket, the fucking basket filled with everything I took is gone. My heart stutters, not just for the haul but for Skipper—her tiny sheriff badge glinting, her sassy little growl when she’s pissed. She’s my partner, my only constant, and they took her. I screech in fury. Damn those beautiful fuckers!
They did this to make sure I’d chase them. They played me. Rage mixes with a traitorous heat low in my belly. They fucked me, made me want them, then flipped the con on its head. I can’t help the bark of laughter that slips out and echoes through the empty room. They think they’ve won, but they don’t know who they’re dealing with.
I wobble as I spin back to the bedroom to check for anything I might have missed and my knees go weak when I see the pile on the nightstand that I missed before. My laptop, the files, and all the USB sticks and other devices are stacked in a pile there with a note on top of it. I rush over and drop to my knees next to it, picking up the paper with a shaky hand.
Catch us if you can, Blue.
