Page 82 of Penance

Kyla-Rose’s head drops back. Her throat bared, lips parted, a stuttered gasp leaving her swollen lips. Kacey’s teeth latch onto his bite mark in her shoulder. Nox draws back half an inch from her face, a cocky smirk on his lips as pumps his fingers into her, right here in the centre of hundreds of people. All covered in UV paint, sweat slicked brows, hard dicks and wet pussies. It should be wrong, but nothing else matters, it’sso. Fucking. Right.

Kacey’s grip on my hip tightens. Nox’s fingers clasping our girl’s throat so intensely her face reddens. His knuckles blanched white, digging into her pale flesh, intensified by the blue strobe lights, but still no panic.

She trusts us.

All of us.

My hand on her hip slides down, slipping beneath the raised hem of her latex dress, my knuckles grazing Nox’s. Nox chuckles darkly, a look of pure ecstasy on his face, knowing my intention. Kacey bites into her harder, his teeth savagely attacking her skin. She doesn’t even flinch, blissed out in another world entirely. My fingers slide against Nox’s slippery ones, drenched in her wetness. He pulls out slowly, waiting for me to join him. Our palms pressed together, middle fingers perfectly aligned, we slip inside her wet heat. She pants, turning her face, her head lolling to her left. She licks her lips, her eyes summoning me closer.

I oblige. My lips meeting hers, my breath greedily stolen as Nox lets up his grip for a split second. She sucks the life from my lungs as I kiss her. My tongue running over hers, massaging and taking. The faintest hint of a cigarette on her breath, something sweet, something sharp. Her teeth bite into my bottom lip, tugging and pulling on it as she comes. Kacey squeezing us together so hard, my bones ache but I’ve never wanted to be a part of anything more. Her slim body trembles between the three of us, shielded from the room by our towering bodies. Safe to be vulnerable in the middle of us. Always her protectors.

Her grip on my neck flexes, her fingers twisting in my hair, tugging on the strands. A breathless, choked cry leaving her lips as she comes around our joint fingers. Her cunt squeezing and sucking, crushing our bones inside her tight pussy as we continue pumping into her, letting her ride it out. Her release coating our hands, we withdraw them from inside of her.

Nox keeps our hands together, lacing our fingers, keeping our middle ones straight. He releases her throat, instead gripping the back of Kacey’s neck. Clamping hold of him like the scruff of a dog, he drags Kacey away from Kyla-Rose’s shoulder, thrusting our wet fingers into his mouth. She watches him intently, her head thrown back against his shoulder as he sucks her from our fingers. All of us watching her as she pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body still trembling between us, Kacey rolls his hips against her arse, releasing our fingers with a pop. She starts to grind against us, her arm thrown up, wrapping around Kacey’s neck this time. Her lips peppering sloppy kisses against his jaw, as we all continue to move together.

Song after song, beat after beat, we switch positions, hands, tongues and mouths trailing all over the girl at our centre. The centre of our universe, the missing piece to our messy lives. Everything about this woman has me in awe.

I’m glad, when I think back to the first time I ever laid my eyes on her, here in this very space, that we didn’t take things further. I think it would have changed this. What we have, it wouldn’t be the same, nothing could ever be any better than what we have with each other now.

Someone knocks into the back of me, shoving me forward, Kyla-Rose’s eyes snap open as I jolt her back into Kacey. She frowns, I shrug, offering her a small smile. We’re in the centre of a rave, we’re nobodies here, we’re not untouchable, it’s expected. Either way, it’s the push I need to check the time.

“We should find the others,” I shout in Nox’s ear, twisting my wrist so he can see my watch.

He nods, shifting his position to speak in Kacey’s ear, their heads pressed together. I cup Kyla-Rose’s face, thumbing her plump bottom lip.

“You ready, Darlin’?” I shout, her tongue poking out, tracing the pad of my thumb, she nods.

I step into her, my arm snaking around her waist, dragging her protectively into my side. Keeping her wounded hand shielded from being jostled. I start to lead us out of the masses, my eyes scanning the crowd for her cousin, and his family. Kacey and Nox at our back. Kacey’s hand on her hip, Nox’s chest almost flush with my back as we work our way out of the crowd.

I spot Ronan first. His huge body slathered in orange and pink paint, glowing starkly against his dark brown skin beneath the blue and red strobe lights. He nods over the crowd, getting the attention of Dom and Ashlee. He too, starts to lead them out of the hordes of people.

“Woah, easy, dude,” Kacey grunts as someone slams into him, jerking my attention to him.

We keep pushing through. Kyla-Rose wedged between the three of us, her hand in mine. People knock into us more and more as we get closer to the edge. My hackles rising, uneasiness prickling through me. I reach behind me, my fingers closing around the grip of my Glock 19, fifteen rounds sitting snugly inside it. I breathe a little easier as I hold onto it. Something spikes anxiety through me, my eyes scanning through the smog. I feel my boys close in on me. I think of Kyla-Rose unarmed, the first time since I’ve known her, all because of her tiny dress. ‘I’ll be fine,’she had said,‘I’m with my boys,’she told me confidently. A coy smile, a one shouldered shrug. Pride made me puff up like a peacock, hearing her confidence in us, I went with it.

Stupid.

Fucking stupid.

We make it to the edge of the crowd, her grip on my hand intense. Ronan, Dom and Ashlee already by the exit tunnel. I lead us toward them, picking my way through the stragglers on the outskirts. I walk with intent, nodding at Dom, his eyes over our shoulders, watching our backs.

“Problem?” he asks blankly as the three of them fall into step with us.

“Not yet.”

“I feel it too,” Dom says emotionlessly, his tall stature working like a looking tower, high above us all.

“I just have an uneasy feeling. Let’s get out of here,” I say, just loud enough for Dom and Dom alone to hear, he nods sharply.

Taking point on our little group, I hurry us through the inclining dark tunnels. Knowing there’s no way out of here except the one route we’re already following. We twist and turn through the passageways, half of the lights that were here on our way in, now dead, meaning more darkness. The heavy bass fades until it’s barely audible, my eyes adjusting to the thick darkness. Our collective breathing suddenly the only thing I can hear. I know we’re almost out of here, it’s a long way, though. Almost a quarter mile of dark tunnels.

“Is everything okay?” Ashlee asks softly, her sweet voice breaking the silence first.

“Everything’s fine, babe,” Ronan’s gruff voice tells her calmly, reassuringly.

No one speaks after that. And then we’re at the exit, the iron gates swung open on the cave-like entrance. I step out first, a single street lamp flickering across the empty street, our car parked just past it. I suck in a deep lungful of winter air, not realising just how starved of oxygen I was. Unintentionally holding my breath more or less the entire journey back up here. A shiver racks through me, the icy December air has goosebumps erupting all over my skin.

Kacey moves ahead, digging in his jean pocket for the car key. Having decided he’d drive, the only one of us being under the legal limit. None of us wanting to drive under the influence, especially not with Kyla-Rose in the car. We have enough blood on our hands as it is. The blacked-out Mercedes-AMG GLS beeps as Kacey unlocks it, the lights flashing. All of us climbing in, the two girls in the very back, being the smallest. Kacey and Ronan up front, Dom, Nox and I in the central seats.

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