“Take my cock Bluebird.” she growls as the silicone cock slams in and out of my soaked pussy.
“Goddamn that’s hot Little Dove. Watching you make her moan with your cock is sexy as fuck.” he groans as I swallowaround his length. My moans vibrate against him causing him to bite down on his bottom lip. God he’s so fucking sexy.
A throat clears, taking me out of my memory and I look over my shoulder and see Mark standing behind me with the vacuum at his side. I raise a brow and he rolls his eyes.
“Can you vacuum theater five please?” He asks and I nod.
“Sure thing,” I say, grabbing the handle and wheeling towards the doors down the hall. Maybe I should take Asher up on his offer and not worry about working and go intern somewhere. Anything is better than here.
Swinging the door open I find the outlet and get started. I hate that I don’t know what I want to do after college. I haven’t given it any thought. I’ve been a bit distracted but the reality of it is I’m in survival mode. As happy as I am I’m still waiting for the shoe to drop and for Jake to make a move. Being with Asher and Peyton I feel safe and loved. Those two amazing beings love with every inch of their soul and I feel every ounce of it. Every time Asher is near my cheeks blush and Peyton makes my heart beat out of my chest. I can’t help but have fallen so deeply in love with them. It’s almost suffocating but in a good way. I want to be with them at every moment of the day. And that brings me to my next problem. I don’t want to become co-dependent on them. I don’t want to need them and be left broken when this all comes crumbling down.
I shouldn’t think like this but childhood trauma loves to rear its ugly head and remind me of all the foster homes I’ve been in and never knowing if it's permanent or not. I wouldn’t wish that feeling on any child but the truth of that matter is—I know it all too well and it sucks. Always feeling unloved, unwanted and a burden. Walking through life never fitting in, never trusting those around you because at any second you could be taken away by another social worker and placed in a new house withstrangers then start over at a new school. It sucks and leaves a scar so deep that will be embedded within your skin forever.
With them though–I never feel anything but love, want and need. That feeling I just want to bottle up and keep forever. I hate days like today when I’m alone and in my head that the demons come out to play–to taunt me that this won’t last like everything else in my life. A reminder that I’ll be alone because how could anyone love a broken girl like me with nothing to offer. Do I know that isn’t true? Yes. But that doesn’t mean I’m not prepared for it to happen if it does. I rather assume the worst and be mentally prepared for it then be blindsided like an idiot. I wish I knew why my real parents left me at that church. Were they too young to take care of me? Was I really unwanted? I’ll never get those answers. I tried. No one knew who left me. For years I’ve tried to accept it but yet again some days the demons win.
Shaking my head, I wipe the tears that I didn’t know had fallen as I vacuum the last row. Why must this morning drag? It’s only a four hour shift. Taking out my phone I look at the time and I have two hours left.Jesus fucking christ.
Sighing, I shut the vacuum off and wrap wire neatly around the pole wheeling it out of the theater towards the utility closet. Opening the door, I slide the machine inside when suddenly hands shove me and I slam into the interior wall. I cry out as I’m whipped around and when I scream for help a cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose. I scream again, inhaling the sweet scent as the room begins to spin and I feel my legs give out then everything goes black.
Chapter ten
Hunting Season
Asher
The job with Spade went smoothly but he informed me he was leaving for Ireland in a few days with his wife to keep my phone on because his brothers were going to need my help with another job. I’ve made so much fucking money working for the Cartel it’s not even funny. What the girls don’t know, won’t hurt them. It’s just nice that I get to spoil them without my family tracking my spending or questioning me about what I use my money for. Speaking of which, next weekend is Valentine’s day and I’ve booked our vacation. Tomorrow I have to stop by the travel agent office to pick everything up. I’m so fucking excited to take the girls on a trip to an all inclusive resort and spend 5 days alone with them. Fuck! They make me so happy my heart could explode out of my chest.
Glancing at the clock I see it’s almost time for Riley’s shift to end. I take out my phone and shoot a text to Peyton.
Me:
I got off early. I’ll scoop up our girl.
Little Dove:
Alrighty. See you soon. xox
Switching over to Riley’s thread, I notice our chat is green. That’s weird. What the fuck?
Me:
Hey baby. I got off early. I’ll be in the parking lot waiting for you.
Placing my phone in the cup holder, I turn up the music and head to the theater. I really thought today’s job was going to be longer then anticipated but the mother fucker were after disappeared like a ghost leaving nothing but dust in his wake. We’ve been searching for months and we keep coming up empty. I’m not sure what the fuck we’re missing or how he keeps getting by us but it’s starting to get irritating. Former Senator Dalton Callaghan is like a roach you can’t fucking kill. Everytime we get close he vanishes. It’s like he knows we’re coming and is ten steps ahead of us. Fucking stupid!
Pulling into the parking lot of the theater, I pick up my phone to see if she wrote back. She didn’t. It doesn’t even say it’s delivered. What the fuck? Maybe she doesn’t have service inside and that’s the problem.
Checking the time, I see she has a few minutes left then I’ll go inside to get her. I don’t want her to leave the building and think Peyton forgot about her. That’s the last thing I ever want her to feel. Riley’s back story is sad and I know it’s done some emotional and mental damage to her. I fucking hate it for her. So knowing what she went through, me and Peyton make sure she feels how much we love her and want her with us. We show her everyday how much she means to us. Words are words but actions speak volumes and she is truly the center of our world. I love that girl so goddamn much. I’m pretty sure I loved her sincethe moment I laid eyes on her and Peyton…welll the moment my dick sank into her—there was no escaping me even if we are step siblings. I didn’t give a shit. That girl matches my energy and her tight cunt is a perfect fit.
I’m so thankful that I get both of them and that they love each other just as much. A smile spreads across my face seeing that Riley’s shift is over. Shutting off my car, I grab my phone and get out. Walking to the front of the building I swing the door open and am immediately greeted with the smell of fresh buttered popcorn and Mark smiling at me.
“Yo bro, where’s my girl at?” I ask, putting my fist out for him to bump.
“Yo Ash,” he bumps back then finishes filling the bucket with popcorn. “I told her to vacuum theater five but that was like over an hour or so ago,” He shrugs and I nod.
“Thanks bro. I’ll go find her.” I tell him then head past Burt at the ticket booth who nods at me. Making a left, I see the utility closet door open and smile. “Boo!” I yell, thinking I’m going to scare the shit out of her but she’s not in here. The vacuum is here but she's not.What the fuck?I look back where I came from then the opposite way and there’s no one in sight.Maybe she’s in the theater?Walking a few feet from the closet I open the door to theater five but don't see her. “Riley! You in here baby?” I yell, my voice echoing through the empty space. Where the fuck is she? Taking out my phone, I text her again
Me:
