Page 52 of Penance

Max’s hand drops from my face like I burnt him. Our moment dashed, burning up and turning to ash, disintegrating before our very eyes.

Huxley balancing drinks, a pint in the crook of his elbow, one in his hand, a tray in the other. Placing the shot filled tray down first, he manoeuvres the two pints to the table without spilling a single drop.

Kacey slides the unopened bottle of spiced rum to the centre of the table as he climbs into the bench seat beside me. Pint in hand, his thick arm dropping over my slim shoulders. Tucking me protectively against his huge body so I’m not crushed to the wall. Max shuffles along giving Huxley enough space to climb in beside him, before reaching across and snatching up a shot. Doing the same, I grin smugly, knocking it straight back. Biting my lip at the look of disgust on Max’s face. He hates Baileys.

Kacey’s fingertips brush the outside of my arm, tracing circles into my skin. I look up at him as he swallows his pint down, his scarred, inked throat bobbing. I gaze up at him, unashamedly admiring his rough but pretty features. The tattooed ivy weaving its way up his neck, curving onto his skull, the blonde hair shaved bare to show off all its delicate lines.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” my lips release the breathy words before I even have time to think them through.

Looking down at me from the corner of his eye, Kacey places his near empty glass onto the table. Turning back and grinning at me wide. He pinches my chin between his finger and thumb, drawing me towards him. Dipping his head low, his mouth brushing against mine.

“Thank you, Sweetheart. You’re pretty fuckin’ beautiful too,” he murmurs a chuckle against my parted lips.

Every word feeding me as he crushes his lips to mine. His tongue slides between my parted lips, licking into my mouth like a savage. He nips at my lips, our teeth smashing together sharply, fisting a hand in my hair. He breathes into me, sighing so deeply it fills me up with such satisfaction I melt. My hand smoothing up his jean clad thigh where he’s twisted towards me. My body practically cradled between his thick thighs. I graze the tip of my little finger over the hard bulge in his tight jeans. Kacey moans into my mouth, his other hand clasping my waist, squeezing hard, he heaves me into his lap. My knee knocking the table, a quietoh shitmurmured from Hux as I hear the splash of liquid hit the cherry wood. A small chuckle escapes me as Kacey draws back, his hungry citrine eyes flaying the flesh from my bones. He swipes the corner of my lips with his thick thumb, sucking the scarlet red lipstick from his skin in the next second. His tongue wrapping around it devilishly slow.

“I’m not sure how many times I’m gunna need to request this tonight, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a few.” Huxley sighs dramatically, making me raise a brow at him, a sly grin on my face. “Can you please not fuck our girl in the middle of a pub?”

I laugh then, a real chuckle bursting free from my chest. Kacey laughs with me, thumping his weight back in the seat. I slide from his lap, his head resting against the frosted glass partition separating our booth from the next.

“Maybe you just need another drink to warm you up to the idea, mate,” Kacey beams. “Dunno what ya problem is, Hux,” Kacey dances his eyebrows suggestively. Huxley’s inky eyes narrowing on his friend. “We all know you’re the exhibitionist out of our little trio,” he tosses out, his huge shoulders shrugging.

“Shut the fuck up,” Huxley hisses. My lips parting in surprise at the venom in his tone, he stares at Kacey like he just spewed a dark secret.

My head tilting in observation, I lick my lips,intrigue. My attention drifting to Max throwing his third shot down the hatch. Wincing in distaste as he swallows it, desperately trying to separate himself from the conversation.

But I want him to look.

I want him toseeme, withthem.

It kicks the fire inside me, like a hornets’ nest, it’s angry and it stings. Embers and ash exploding from the crackling heat when those beautiful sea-blue eyes are on me. His gaze scorching a trail across my flesh as my other two hellhounds lick a soothing trail across me in its wake. I know he watches. Skulking in the shadows, silent feet stopping outside my bedroom door, his ear pressed against the wood. It should feel invasive, weird, intrusive. But all I get from it is this feeling of comfort. Wrapping around my spine like silk bows, caressing my soul with his presence. Safety seeping from his pores, spilling into mine.

My gaze sliding back to Huxley, Kacey’s firm grip on my shoulder, my breathing quickens. Those coal black eyes sweep up my body, his lip curling up at one corner. A dirty wink tossed haphazardly in my direction, I suck in a sharp breath, my entire body humming with pleasure. Kacey chuckles, nuzzling his chin on the top of my head. Breathing me in deeply as he scent marks what’s his. His arm drops from my shoulders, smoothing down my spine, winding around my lower back. My gun pressing into his forearm, his thick fingers pinching my upper thigh, he drags me closer. Untucking my t-shirt from my leather trousers, the bulk of fabric covering me to my knees. Deft fingers work to free the button, he drags the zipper down in immediate succession. Working his hand into the tight fabric, slipping beneath the red lace, he growls lowly as his thick fingers find my aching centre.

Kacey’s breath heavy in my ear, my eyes still locked on Huxley’s. Kacey slides a thick digit between my wet folds. Every instinct in me is telling me to put a stop to this, but my knees widen automatically, brushing against Max’s beneath the table.

“Tell them how wet you are, Sweetheart,” Kacey growls and I shiver.

His finger sliding torturously slow up and down my slit, ignoring my clit and driving me wild.

“What?” I breathe the question, my voice cracking as desire pulses through me.

“Tellthemhow wet you are.Bothof them,” Kacey pants in my ear, his breath fanning hair across my face.

The taste of beer on my tongue lingering from our kiss. The thump of heavy bass vibrating through the soles of my feet from the floor below. The historical scent of cigarette smoke that’s locked deep in the old walls overwhelms me. I lick my red-painted lips and for a second, I stop breathing. My eyes flick between Huxley and Max, both their gazes firmly locked on me. Searing me with equal looks of lust as Kacey finally plunges a finger inside my wet heat.

“I’msowet,” I groan.

Loud enough for someone else to hear had the place not been packed wall to wall, people’s backs to us as they stand around in groups.

“For who?” Kacey growls, his sharp teeth nipping viciously at my throat as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me.

It’s effortless the way he undoes me, and he knows it.

“For you,” I breathe, squirming on his hand squeezed in the crutch of my too-tight trousers.

“And?” he rumbles, the animalistic grunt forcing liquid to gush from me, soaking his hand.

“And Hux,” I whine, staring right into those obsidian eyes lit with a fire reminiscent of the one in my core.

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