Page 25 of Kings & Carnage

"Don't even think about it," I said with a scowl.

He stopped on his way into the shower and bent his head to kiss me, his tongue stroking the seam of my mouth, then tangling with my tongue in a languid dance.

For a second, I forgot the order I'd given him and let myself sink into the kiss. Then his hand closed around my tit, his thumb stroking my nipple, and I jerked to my senses.

"Nice try," I said, breaking our kiss. I looked up at him. "You almost had me. Now get in the shower.”

He grinned like a cat that had eaten a canary. "Whatever you say, kitten.”

I got into the shower after them and Rock grabbed my hips to move me under the spray of the hot water. It was definitely crowded but I could hardly complain being surrounded by naked Kings as I tipped my head back into the hot water.

I moaned with pleasure as it soaked my hair and streamed over my bruised body. "Oh my god, that feels so good.”

When I opened my eyes, all three of the Kings were staring at me like lions preparing to take down a gazelle.

"Keep moaning like that and I won’t be able to be a good boy," Oscar said.

"Yeah, well if you ever feel the urge to be anything but good, just take a look at the water swirling around our feet," I said.

They looked at the blood mingling with the water as it made its way toward the drain, but apparently they weren’t nearly as freaked out by the sight as I was because Rock just shrugged.

"It's just a little blood," Rock said. "And it's not even coming from me so I don't see why I'm being punished along with these two assholes.”

"In case you haven't noticed, you're down an arm," I said.

He grinned. "I don't need this arm for what I want to do to you.”

The words sent a wave of heat through my body and I forced myself to pick up the shampoo instead of wrapping my hands around something else.

I shimmied past them to the back of the shower, trying not to touch their bodies on my way there. It was insane that after all we'd been through what I wanted more than anything else was a good solid fuck with the three guys I once despised, but there was no point lying to myself.

“I'll wash my hair while you soap up," I said. "Except for you, Rock. You need to keep that cast dry. Give me a second and I'll help you out.”

He looked triumphantly at Neo and Oscar. "Hear that? She's going to help me out.”

"Fuck you," Neo said, moving under the spray of the shower.

Twenty minutes and countless similar exchanges later, we climbed from the shower and grabbed the towels Daisy had brought for us.

I was exhausted from the effort of keeping the Kings in line, slapping their roaming hands away from my body when all I really wanted to do was give in to the pleasure I knew they could deliver.

In all the trauma from the car accident and shooting — not to mention the harrowing escape from Roberto's men in the hospital — I'd forgotten about the hot night the Kings and I had spent together on Christmas.

Now it all came rushing back, and I remembered how it felt to be sprawled out in front of the fire, Oscar's dick in my mouth while Rock filled my ass and Neo pounded into my pussy.

In spite of our precarious situation, I wanted more.

A lot more.

I hadn't had time to figure out what that meant in terms of my feelings for the Kings — especially Neo — but my body didn't give two fucks about my feelings.

I inspected the Kings one by one. Neo's and Oscar's wounds were inflamed from all the running around they’d been doing, but they didn't appear infected. I covered them with the antibacterial ointment in the first aid kit Neo had bought at the truck stop and re-bandaged them with fresh gauze.

Outwardly, Rock was just a little beat up, the same kind of cuts and bruises that covered my body covering his. But I was still worried about his head injury. No matter how much he tried to make light of it, running around and exerting himself the way he had over the past twenty-four hours was the last thing he needed.

Luckily, Daisy had brought a wireless hotspot along with the other supplies and I made a mental note to check the internet for warning signs of a complication. We would have to keep our eyes on Rock until we were sure he was out of danger.

Clean and freshly bandaged, we put on the clothes we'd been wearing before because we didn't have a choice. I wondered how long it would be before we could pick up some of our things from the Kings’ house, or at the very least, make a real shopping trip to buy some new clothes. I only had six more days of clean underwear and the heart-shaped sunglasses and too-small pink T-shirt were only going to get me so far.

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