My eyes were already open. I’d been awake. I’d been awake when Lunchbox eased her from Bones’ arms, the dip of the mattress pulling me from a light doze. I’d been awake while her soft huffs and his grunts punctuated the slapping of their skin.
I was awake when she came back, the scent of her satisfaction mingling with Lunchbox’s sharper, spicier scent. I’d listened to the soft, muffled sounds, the rustle of sheets, the quiet gasps she tried so hard to swallow. When Alphabet twitched with his sudden cramp, I’d been about to offer help—but my firecracker got there first.
Watching her suck him off had been an exercise in torture. Perfect, sensual, hedonistictorture. Each time, my dick had gotten a little harder, a little more insistent, until now, in the pale light of dawn, it was a steel bar against my stomach, so hard it actually fucking hurt.
Assholes. The lot of them. They’d kept me up most of the night, taking their turns with our girl while I was left to listen, to imagine, to ache. I could hear them now, the deep, even breathing of the dead asleep. Bones, Alphabet, Lunchbox. All of them sated and dreaming.
But I wasn’t.
My gaze fell on her. Grace was curled against Alphabet’s chest, her face tucked into his neck, looking soft and well-fucked and utterly beautiful. A slow grin stretched my lips. They’d had their quiet, secret moments in the dark. They’d had their gentle, tender wake-ups. They’d had their fun.
My turn was going to be loud.
I slipped from the bed without a sound, my movements fluid and practiced. I stripped my sweats and t-shirt on the way to her. I paced along the edge of the monstrosity of a bed until I stood at the foot, looking down at her. Alphabet’s arm was still draped over her, but it was a loose, sleepy hold. I reached down, my fingers wrapping around her ankle.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep and confusion. She looked up at me, and a slow, sleepy smile bloomed on her face. “Voodoo,” she whispered.
“Firecracker,” I murmured back, my voice a low growl. “Time to get up.”
I tugged, and she came willingly, a pliant, warm weight that I easily pulled from Alphabet’s grasp and down to the foot of the bed. I knelt on the floor, positioning her on her back and laid out before me, her legs spread. The others were beginning to stir, the scent of her and the movement finally penetrating their sleep-fogged minds. I didn’t give a shit. Let them watch.
I didn’t start with my cock. I wanted her ready. I wanted her begging. I slid two fingers inside her, and she was slick, wet, and open. A testament to the night. A fucking playground. I curledmy fingers, finding that spot instantly, and began to stroke her, hard and fast.
Her back arched off the mattress, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. “Voodoo…”
“Yeah, that’s it,” I grunted, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight, merciless circles. “Let them hear you, Grace. Let them know what I’m doing to you.”
It didn’t take long. Her body was already primed, already humming with leftover pleasure. Within a minute, she was coming, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers as a sharp, keening cry escaped her lips. I felt the bed shift as Bones sat up, his gaze sharp and assessing. Lunchbox was propped up on an elbow, a slow, knowing grin on his face. Alphabet just watched, his expression unreadable.
I didn’t give her a chance to come down. I positioned myself between her legs, notching the head of my cock against her entrance. Then I drove into her in one hard, deep stroke. Her scream was cut off as the air was forced from her lungs, her eyes going wide with shock and pleasure. I didn’t wait. I didn’t let her adjust. I set a brutal, punishing rhythm, my hips snapping against hers, fucking her so hard the entire bed started to rock.
“Voodoo!” she cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets. “Oh fuck, Voodoo!”
I leaned over her, my body covering hers, my mouth next to her ear. “You like that, Firecracker? You like being fucked where everyone can see?” I reached down with one hand, pinching her nipple, rolling the hard peak between my fingers. She sobbed, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. My other hand snaked between us, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it in time with my strokes.
I was fighting my own release, gritting my teeth, holding it back. I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted more. I wanted todrown in her. I wanted her to scream so loud they’d hear her in the next town.
I pulled out, ignoring her cry of protest. I flipped her over, manhandling her until she was bent over the bed, her hands braced on the mattress and their gazes firm on her. I nudged her legs wider with my knee. Then, gripping her hips, I bent over her, my chest to her back, and slammed back into her.
The angle was deeper, more intense. I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her with every thrust. I reached around, one hand teasing her nipples, the other sliding down to rub her clit. Then I let my fingers drift lower, tracing the tight, puckered ring of her asshole.
She went rigid, a choked gasp escaping her. I circled it, teasing her, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. That was it. That was what broke her.
“Fuck!”
Her scream ripped through the quiet room, raw and uninhibited and absolutely fucking perfect. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and it was all for me. Her pussy convulsed around me as she came, and that was all it took. I let go, my own orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. I buried myself deep inside her, my body shuddering as I poured myself into her.
For a moment, the only sound was our harsh, ragged breathing. I slowly pulled out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, a boneless, trembling heap. I looked up. Bones, Lunchbox, and Alphabet were all staring at her, their expressions a mixture of shock, amusement, and a raw, undisguised hunger. They looked like a pack of wolves who’d just watched another predator take down the kill.
Assholes had kept me up all night. Turnabout was fair play.
I lifted Grace into my arms, her body limp and beyond relaxed against mine. She blinked up at me, a dazed, sated smile on her face. I carried her toward the adjoining bathroom.
“Round two,” I murmured against her hair.
I pushed the door open with my foot and stepped inside, kicking it shut behind me. Bones spit out a sharp angry curse from the other side of the door. Triumph filtered through the passion. I’d gotten even for the shower stunt he’d pulled on me. I turned on the water, letting it run hot as I held her, the sound of the spray drowning out anything else. Just me, my girl, and the sweet sound of payback.
The steam from the shower clung to the air, thick and warm, smelling of soap and her. I had Grace backed against the tiled wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock still buried deep inside her. She was limp against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath coming in soft, satisfied little puffs against my neck.
