Page 117 of Web of Lies
Seger moans into my neck, his dick throbbing when warm come coats my hand. His movements cease and nothing but his breaths and small curses pour against my flesh. Time stops around me until another round of warmth spreads across my stomach.
“Shit, sorry,” Chase breathes through heavy breaths. His hooded eyes meet mine, slumping back into his seat. “That was so hot. I just couldn’t stop myself.” Sincerity gleams in his eyes, and I smile, taking my hand away from Seger, cupping his come in my hand.
I open my hand, letting Seger’s come drizzle over my breasts, mixing with Chase’s on my stomach. Chase groans, standing up to kiss me, driving his tongue between my lips. “You are way too good for me,” he whispers to me, making a small laugh fall from my lips.
“I could say the same about you.” He kisses me one last time, stepping back, shaking his head. Seger stays firmly behind me, not moving an inch. But my attention snaps to Zepp, who hasn’t said a word since this started. He lazily strokes himself, kneeling on the floor with his jeans kicked to the side, staring up at me like I’m the center of his world.
I lookback, pecking Seger’s nose, knocking him out of his stupor. Falling to my knees in front of Zepp, his eyes roam around my come-stained chest. His ragged breaths come and go, shaking his rigid body with every intake. Zepp is as toned as his brother, but there are no markings on his skin. His daily workouts from football have chiseled him from marble—he’s beautiful. Like they all are in their own way. Zepp and Seger might share their looks, but they’re entirely different people in my eyes, and perfect in their own way.
I run my tongue along my bottom lip, staring down at his hand’s movement. Up and down, thumb swiping the tip. His dick is veiny, red, and angry looking, different from his brothers, needing a release almost as bad as I do. Without a second thought, I slap his hand away and wrap my lips around the head. Salty precome fills my mouth, my tongue circling the head. His entire body tenses up at my movements, securing his fingers in my hair.
“Oh, fuck,” Zepp hisses between his teeth, thrusting into my mouth on instinct, sending his full length down my throat. A gag tightens my throat, but I battle against it to take all of him in. Relaxing my throat as much as I can, I breathe through my nose. This isn’t as easy as movies and porn make it out to be. And yes, for reasons, I had to watch—to learn, so I knew what I was doing whenever the time came.
Fingers grip my hair, guiding me up and down at a slow and steady pace. “You don’t know how good that feels,” Zepp moans, and it’s music to my ears to feel him relax. Looking up through my lashes, I can’t help but watch him throw his head back in ecstasy.
Hands fall on my hips, raising them, so I’m on all fours. “It’s your turn,” Chase whispers into my ear. “You good with that?” I nod, never taking my tongue away from Zepp.
Chase guides my legs further apart, positioning me for how he needs me. In an instant, my leggings and panties are at my ankles, leaving me bare and open for him—for all of them. Warm breaths cross my pussy, and it’s the only warning I get before his tongue dives into my folds, licking and sucking. My body shudders with how close my release is, making me moan against Zepp, still in my mouth.
“So close,” Zepp strains to say, picking up the speed of his thrusts. But he isn’t the only one. My pussy clenches around the fingers, thrusting in and out of me until I explode, moaning against his cock. His fingers frantically try to pull me away, but I relent, letting his salty come splash down my throat. It’s not the best tasting, but not awful. Maybe I’ll do it again.
Chase sits up, wiping his mouth. He pulls me to him, letting me rest my head against his shoulder. Jelly. I’m jelly. Every part of my body relaxes. I don’t think I’m able to move. I try to move my hand, but it flops to my side. Useless. I’m worthless now, ready for bed. Is this why people do this? Have sex and fool around? Because I’m all for that now. Who knew foreplay was such an anxiety reducer? A warm wash rag cleans the evidence off my chest and stomach.
“What a beautiful distraction,” I mumble breathlessly, feeling boneless, ragged, and ready to relax.
The boys dote on me like I’m their queen. They gather pajamas for me, dress me after I’m clean, and tuck me into bed. Chase and Seger sleep on either side of me, snuggling into me. At the same time, Zepp sleeps at the end of the bed, with a hand firmly planted on my calf. Never in my life did I think I could get into a relationship like this—three boys caring for me in every loving way.
They’ve stolen my heart in such a short time. When I think about the future and not having them in it, it frightens me. But my attachment has already formed, and I can’t stop myself now. So, I’ll embrace them and this feeling.
My mind races over the day’s events, I’m relaxed, but everything keeps playing in my head. The office break-in. The phone call Shaw had. What did he mean, Death? Famine? Aren’t those plagues of some sort? I remember Sam and Dean having to deal with this crap. Was it Famine that rode in on a red mustang? Snort. They had to chop their fingers off, right? For what? Why—
The Apocalypse. They were trying to stop the apocalypse from happening.
I shoot up in bed, my heart racing through my chest. This has to be a coincidence of some sort. It can’t be real.
“Death and Famine,” I mutter to myself, leaning over Seger to grab my phone.
“What’s wrong?” Zepp asks, squeezing my calf. He peers up at me with half-closed eyes, his voice dripping in sleep.
“Shaw—In Shaw’s office, when he was on the phone, he said those two names, and I thought they were stupid nicknames, but I think I understand.” I rush out, typing into my phone with urgency. This can’t wait until later. This must happen now.
“Urgh, couldn’t you wait until morning, Princess?” Seger grumbles, rolling to his side, exposing his naked body.
“No,” I rush out again, staring at my screen with wide eyes. “No, this couldn’t have waited for a second longer.”
“Why?” Seger groans, pushing my extra pillow over his ears. I swallow hard when Zepp sits up, wide-eyed and staring at me.
I blink a few times, turning the phone towards him. “I read a book once,” I whisper. “It’s an amazing book about this group of—well—they’re a harem too. She falls in love with these four guys after being invisible for years and only seeing them, who end up being the Four Horsemen. It’s a heart-wrenching story. She sacrifices so much for them.” I swallow hard as Zepp drops my phone onto the comforter.
“The Four Horsemen? Why would she do that?” Chase asks groggily.
“Death, Famine, War, and Conquest.” Zepp breathes, snapping his fingers.
“Those are the Four Horsemen?” Seger asks, groaning again.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” The other two instantly sit up, staring at me and then at Zepp.
“So, you’re telling me ‘ole crazy fucking Shaw was talking about other fucking people with those nicknames, and they’re….” Seger pauses for a minute, staring down.
