Page 12 of Property of Legend

I join ‘em, the mattress dipping under my weight.Tawny pulls me down first, mouth on mine, hot and hungry.Becki kisses my neck, slow, like she’s branding me with her mouth.The girl thinks I belong to her.Kandddy straddles my thigh, grinding lazy as she leans in close, her chest pressed to mine.

Becki drags her nails across my abs.Kandddy laughs again, all smoke and sin, before kissing a path down my stomach to take my dick in her mouth.When it pops out, Tawny’s got her hand wrapped around my cock, guiding me where she wants me.She sits down, slow, her wetness takin’ me in.

The three of them move like they’ve done this before, maybe with each other.Fuck.It’s a nice thought.The view is even better, but I lose track of who’s where.Fingers dig into flesh.Tongues tease.Hips roll.Skin slaps skin.The sounds echo off the cement walls of the old jailhouse we turned into our kingdom.

Tawny rides me while Becki kisses my throat, my chest, my scars.Kandddy puts her big jugs in my face.The room smells like whiskey and pussy, and all I hear is moans, mine and theirs.It’s hot and mean but takes some time to please three women.

The girls moan my name like it’s gospel.I give them what they came for.Again, and again.

And when it’s over, they lie tangled up in my sheets, limbs thrown over each other, bodies slick with sweat and sleep.Tawny’s got her leg over Becki.Kanddy’s arm is slung across my stomach, her cheek pressed to my chest.

I slide out from under ‘em, quiet as I can, and grab my jeans off the floor.

I don’t sleep.

I pull on my jeans, grab a half-empty bottle of Stagg Jr., and slip out the side door onto the old jailhouse porch.My eyes scan the ridgeline as I lean on the railing.I can see the faint outline of the hills separating Hell from Paradise Falls.Her world.

I stare into the dark like I might see her.

Sophie Montgomery.

That wild-haired horse princess who looked down on me once like I was just some stable hand.

Now she’s the heiress of Kentucky’s prettiest piece of land.

Still got a fire in her belly and a shotgun in her mouth as well as her hand.Last time I saw her, she looked at me like I’d spit in her lemonade.Like I was the devil in leather.

Good.

I am the devil in leather.

Still...

She’s out there.Sophie.Probably curled up in some big empty bed, surrounded by all that wealth and loneliness.

I take a swig of bourbon, let it burn down deep.

I’ve got no ol’ lady.No leash.Just power and fire and a name that makes grown men flinch.

But I’d be a goddamn liar if I said I didn’t think about her.

I take another drag.

I ain't got a clue why she’s still in my head.

That’s a goddamn lie.

Tomorrow, I’ll go see her.

Tonight, I drink.

And I remind myself I don’t need anybody.

I’m Legend.

And this is my kingdom.

Tomorrow, I ride into Paradise.

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