Page 11 of Property of Legend

Tawny trails a fingernail up my chest."You know we’ve been waiting for you all night."

"You boys done playin' games?"Becki says, impatient as always.

Royal whistles."Well, hell, maybe we should leave y’all to it.Game’s over anyway.Legend always wins."

"Game just started, darlin'," I mutter, setting down my cue stick."Y'all ready to lose?"

Oaks laughs, slapping the table."Christ, Prez, you keep collectin' women like this.We gonna have to add a wing to the Lockup."

"Or build a whole new jail," Lex chimes in, nodding toward Becki's barely there shorts."One for the sins we 'bout to commit."

I chalk the cue and glance at the door to my room."You girls want to win tonight?Then get in there and wait on the bed."

Becki crosses her arms, cocks her head and purrs, “No prob, Prez.We’ll just start without you.”

Damn.I set down my stick, give the boys a shrug and finish my drink."Being Prez has its perks."

Whiskey grins."Till they start callin’ you Daddy."

I wave him off and head to my room.As Royal explains to Whiskey, being called a Daddy doesn’t only mean you’ve knocked a girl up anymore.

The boys whoop and howl, but I just grin and let Becki and the other bunnies lead me back through the cellblock halls.My boots echo off the concrete as we pass the holding cells we turned into storage and bunkrooms.At the end of the row, I kick open my door, a steel-plated slab with a busted latch and a sticker that says **"Welcome to Hell"** half peeled off.

My room’s the biggest in the Lockup, cleaner than the rest, but not by much.The mattress is new, at least.The rest is concrete, old bricks, and steel.

Tawny’s already half-naked by the time we get to my door, her cut-off tank dangling from her fingers like she forgot it even mattered.Black bra stretched tight over tanned skin, red hair wild like her grin.She laughs when I hold the heavy door open, hips swaying like she knows what she’s doing to me.

Kandddy’s close behind, blonde, busty, and bold as hell.Her lipstick’s already smeared from where she kissed the bottle and maybe Becki too.She kicks the door shut with one heel and pulls her shirt over her head in one smooth motion.Her tits bounce free, proud and high, and she winks like she knows I’m lookin’.

Becki doesn’t rush.She’s always the one to take her time.Black hair braided down her back, dark eyes fixed on me like she’s waitin’ to see if I’ll stop her.I don’t.

I toss my cut on the back of the chair and crack open the bottle of bourbon.Take a long pull while Tawny climbs up on the bed, tugging her shorts down slow, like she wants me to watch.

“Y’all in heat or somethin’?”I mutter.

Kandddy’s beside her, running a hand down her own stomach, skin glowing in the low light.“I wanna be the reason he forgets her name.”

Fuck.What’s Becki told them?

“Y’all are gonna make me blush,” I grunt, stripping off my shirt.Boots next.Belt buckle clinks as I work it loose.

Becki’s on her knees, licking bourbon off Kandddy’s chest.Tawny is just trying to fit in somewhere, anywhere, wallerin’ like she ain’t got sense.But I ain’t mad at it.They all want one thing.

My legendary dick.

I strip off my jeans and lean against the doorframe."Well, don’t stop now."

They don’t.

“Been waitin’ for you to get done playin’,” Becki purrs.“Now we want our reward.”

“Clubhouse ain’t quiet,” I say, half-hearted.I rarely leave the party early.

“We’ll be louder,” Tawny grins, tearing the belt from my pants like she’s starting a mower.“You gonna make us beg, Legend?”

“Shit,” I growl.

The girls don’t waste time.Lips and nails and hair everywhere.Clothes hit the floor.Skin slaps skin.Becki lifts her leg slow and smooth, climbing over Kandddy and crawling toward Tawny.The three of ‘em twist together like satin and sin, all lips and hands and need.

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