Page 24 of Kings & Carnage

Chapter10

Willa

After Daisy left we spent a couple of hours getting settled. Oscar and I made the beds with the sheets and blankets Daisy had brought while Rock situated the food in the small kitchen.

Neo investigated the boiler room in the basement and got the lay of the land outside, warning us that Daisy had been right about the cliffs: the river that fed the falls ran behind the house and the edge of the cliff came up suddenly beyond what must once have been a lawn at the back of the house.

"I need a shower," I said when everything had been unpacked.

Rock grinned. "I'm down for a shower.”

I narrowed my eyes. "I can already tell you have more in mind than a shower.”

"Can you blame me?" Rock asked. "It's been days!”

I rolled my eyes. "Days where we've been shot at, run off the road, taken to the hospital, and fled for our lives.”

"Minor annoyances until they keep you from our bed," Rock said.

"I'm with Rock," Oscar said. "Let's get wet and naked.”

"I'm down for wet and naked," Neo said, his eyes darkening with familiar lust.

"We can take a shower together," I said, "but that's all we're doing. And only because Rock probably needs help keeping that cast dry. No fooling around until I check out those gunshot wounds and make sure they're not infected.”

"Fine," Rock said. "If that's what it takes to get you naked, I reluctantly agree.”

We chose the bathroom with the biggest shower, one that I guessed had been modernized sometime in the 1980s based on the tacky tile and brass fixtures.

I turned the hot water all the way on, guessing it might take a while to reach the third floor from the hot water tanks that were probably in the basement with the boiler. Then I helped Rock get his shirt off and started stripping my own clothes while the Kings did the same.

They eyed me hungrily as I pulled off the underwear Oscar had chosen for me from the truck stop, a pink bikini with the wordMondaywritten across the ass. It had come in a pack with six others, all in different colors and labeled with different days of the week.

And the Kings weren't the only ones who were hungry. I'd been full of big talk about abstaining from vigorous activity when the Kings had been clothed, but I felt my resolve fizzle as I took in their strong naked bodies.

Neo's shoulders looked broader than ever in the relatively small bathroom, the blood-soaked bandage over his chest only making his angel tattoo — the tattoo of me — look more dangerous and enigmatic.

I wasn't surprised to see his massive dick was hard as granite, jutting between his thighs like an eager warrior, because despite my earlier protestations, I was wet for them, my cunt slick with desire.

What the fuck was wrong with me? We were running for our lives, hungry and exhausted, and all my body wanted was the Kings buried inside me.

The bathroom was filling with steam and I hurried to the faucet to add some cold water, hoping it would cool the fire in my blood. It was a lot to ask my body to stand down when confronted with three gorgeous muscular specimens of manhood, but I meant what I'd said earlier: no fooling around until I knew the Kings were okay.

I turned around just as Oscar's hands slid between my thighs from behind, his fingers stroking through my wet pussy.

I slapped his hand away and opened the shower door. "Be a good boy and get in the shower.”

Fuck me.

Even with a trickle of blood oozing down his thigh from the gunshot wound, he was hot as hell. His lean physique highlighted every cut muscle of his biceps, his chest as chiseled as a statue.

His abs were as ripped as a washboard and my gaze traveled unwillingly down the trail of dark hair that led to his rigid pierced cock.

When my gaze finally made it back to his face, he was staring at me with a knowing grin. "If you say so, tiger.”

He got in the shower, followed by Neo.

I looked at Rock and ordered my hungry pussy to calm down at the site of his sculpted chest, engorged dick, and massive thighs.

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