Page 84 of Kings & Carnage

"Want company while you change?" Rock asked Neo as we approached the theater.

Neo was on edge — we all were — and it wasn't a good idea for Neo to brawl when he was distracted. Rock was the designated Neo whisperer, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to accompany Neo to the makeshift dressing room before a fight.

"No." He was on me before I knew what was happening, pushing me against the wall next to the open theater doors. "I want you.”

I looked up at him, my heart beating faster, my cunt wet just from the feel of his body pressed against mine, his dick hard in his jeans.

"I'll be waiting." I smiled up at him. "Assuming you win.”

He glared down at me. "I'll have you either way.”

"Says you," I said, breathless as he ground his dick into my stomach.

"You saying you won't fuck me unless I win?" he asked.

"I'm not a participation trophy," I said. "If you want to fuck me, you'll win.”

His eyes flashed fire in the moment before he lowered his face to my neck, closing his mouth around my throat and sucking hard.

I gasped, pressing my thighs together to stop the throbbing that had started in my pussy, and when he lifted his head, he touched a finger to the wet spot on my throat just above my choker.

"A down payment on what I'm going to do to you later," he said.

Fuck me.

He stalked off, leaving me panting and breathless. I tried to pull myself together as I pushed off the wall to rejoin Oscar and Rock.

They both looked down at me, their gazes locked on my neck.

"He gave me a hickey, didn't he?" I asked.

"More like a fucking brand," Oscar said.

"Let's go," Rock said, taking my hand. "I don't know about you, but I need a fucking drink.”

We headed into the darkened theater and my eyes were immediately drawn to the movie screen. This time an older movie was playing, a motorcycle gang sitting in a circle in the woods, their cuts worn over bare chests as a blonde woman sniffled off to the side.

Oscar's eyes lit up. "I love this movie.”

"What is it?" I asked.

"The Glory Stompers," he said. "Dennis Hopper.”

The title of the movie didn't ring a bell but it was always fun to see Oscar excited by a movie.

"Want a drink?" Rock asked.

“Is that even a question right now?” I asked.

"Grab me one too," Oscar said, taking my arm.

Neither of us had to tell Rock what we wanted. He would bring my new favorite, a Huckleberry Twist, and a whiskey, neat, for Oscar. One of many benefits of living with people who knew you so well.

The walls were a kind of safe zone, everyone congregating in the center of the theater which had long ago been cleared of seats, and Oscar led me through the crowd, some dancing in groups, others trying to have a conversation over the roar of the music pumping from the theater’s surround sound.

There was hardly room to move and I watched as Oscar nervously scanned the crowd, the set of his shoulders making it clear he was on alert.

I didn’t blame him. Weapons weren't allowed in the Orpheum, and that meant we were relying on the edict of protection from the Blades and the Phantoms.

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