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“What the fuck, Velma! I almost hit a hydrant,” Ash barks, looking around, probably trying to find the cam.
“He’s driving Hunter’s bike behind us,” Ren replies. Not the Harley, since that’s at my place. Must be the one with the sidecar attached to it.
“You are in so much trouble.” Hunter’s snarl makes my hair stand all over.
“We couldn’t wait anymore. They torture and kill defenseless animals in those labs every day.”
“We have to do something!” The two blonds sound very fervent about it.
“And Gabe says I’m hot-headed,” I mumble.
Papa Bear’s sarcastic tone is new to me. “Without a plan? How are you getting inside? With a rock through the shatterproof glass doors? Or were you hoping to flirt with the guard at the desk?”
“That’s not a bad plan act—” I start saying, but Hunter’s glower makes my lips retract inside my mouth.
“If the cops catch you, it’s prison time. You’re eighteen now and have priors,” he hisses and kind of roars them into silence when they try to talk again.
“Stop the car where you are and wait for us there,” I tell them.
“But…”
“Do what he says. Now!” Hunter’s scary low command is met with silence.
I close the communication with them but keep the video on.
“Your furious papa bear voice is very close to your sex one. Is it really wrong of me to feel turned on right now?” I hazard. Yes, I like to play with fire.
I can actually hear the crack of his teeth, so I pucker my lips and decide to give him some time. He stays dangerously silent for the next few minutes, but I can feel the air getting electrified in the small space of the car.
He parks the car behind his motorcycle with the sidecar in a laundromat parking lot where a few other cars are scattered. He unclicks both our seat belts and grabs a fistful of my hair, while his other hand slides between my thighs until he has a firm, slightly-too-tight grip on my plumping cock. “When we are done here, I’ll take you home, tie you toourfucking bed, and edge you with my tongue and cock so many times, you’ll do whatever the fuck I say.”Like I don’t do that already.He squeezes my dick, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Pleasure, pain, anticipation, want, and passion all explode inside me at the same time. But he’s not done yet.
“Then I’ll fuck both your holes until they overflow with my cum and lick all of it off you.”Is it very bad if I come in my pants?
He gives me another hard squeeze before letting me go abruptly and leaving the car. I need a few minutes to compose myself, but I can clearly see and hear the way Papa Bear rips the boys a new asshole. Ash is the one that tries hardest to fight back, but in the end, he seems as regretful as the others…mostly.
We know everything about the pharmaceutical company now, and Serena found a way to get us in. We can free those animals.
I grab the duffle bag from the back seat and open the car door. “Okay. We don’t have much time,” I tell them. I place the bag on the hood and unzip it, waving them closer. Pulling out the padded box from inside, I open it. “Here, take one.” I hand them each an earbud and a bracelet with a mic. “Wear those, so we can be in contact when we are inside.”
“We are going in?” Ren asks.
“You were right. While we were trying to catch up to you, I discovered that this company has been using animals to experiment with new drugs on them. It needs to stop.” I nod.
“I knew it!” Ash spits out while Dare kicks his foot against the sidecar tire.
“Do you have a plan?” Ren asks, looking ready for anything. I have the wicked trio under me, and it’s such a thrill.
“Don’t I always?” I smirk at my grizzly, and he sends a heated look my way. Hope he’ll keep his promise later and use my body thoroughly.
Ten minutes later, I’m entering the Green FAB lab lobby. And while Serena is blurring the cameras and letting Hunter and the wicked trio in from the back loading entrance, I smile seductively at the man behind the front desk, trying to distract him from the video console. Serena’s facial recognition told me his name is Jeff Curtis, fifty-seven, married but likes to dunk his cookie into gay bars, specifically with muscular guys.
I flex my bicep as I run a hand into my hair, letting my olive-green thermal slip up to show a strip of my ripped abs. His eyes focus on it and then lower to my cock. So fucking easy.
“Hello,” I purr, imitating Lori—but failing to reproduce that same sexy vibration. It doesn’t seem to matter. Jeff jumps up from his chair and leans over the counter like he’s trying to get as close as possible. And I can’t fault him for that. I’m damn amazing.
“Can I help you? I’m Jeff, at your service.”
