Page 18 of Grave Kisses (Graveyard of Hearts Collection #1)

Kendra

The drive to Hawson wasn’t too terrible, just over three hours. We found a cute little motel to stay in. While the guys get the bags out, I go inside to get us checked in.

“Just a minute,” a woman calls out when the door chimes at my entry. I am looking down at my phone while I wait for her. When I hear her, I don’t immediately look up.

“Tina?” She says. “Hello?”

“Hmm?” I say, looking up. “Hey. I just need a room. A king bed, preferably.”

“Are you… Sorry, what is your name?” she asks.

“Kendra,” I say sweetly. She seems to know me, but I don’t know her. “My partners and I are just passing through. This is a cute town.”

“Yeah… Do you know who Tina Waddell is?”

“I do not,” I say. “Do you have a king bed, or…”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry,” she says with a nervous laugh. I pull my sunglasses off and search through my wallet to find my credit card.

“Do y’all take AMEX?” I ask, laying my card on the counter so I can find my ID. This doesn’t look like one of those seedy motels that pays by the hour, so I’m assuming she is going to want my license.

“Yeah… we do,” she says. I hand her my licenses right as Marcus and Bellamy come in.

“Hey,” I say.

“Marcus packs like a woman,” Bellamy says, kissing me.

“Well, that’s sexist,” I laugh. “But, yes. Yes, he does.”

“How long will you be staying?” the woman asks.

“Uh.” I look at Marcus for him to answer.

“Let’s do three days for now. Can we add more days if we need to stay longer?” Marcus asks.

“Yeah. That’s fine,” she says, seeming to talk easier with him. “It’s fifty bucks a night.”

“Oh, that’s not bad,” I say. “Can I leave the card on file so more days can be charged if we need?”

“Yeah,” she says simply before handing me my cards and the room keys. “You’re in room 122 at the end.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I say sweetly.

When we walk out of the motel office, Marcus laughs. “What was her deal?” he asks.

“I don’t know. She asked if I knew Tina Waddell, though. Feels suspicious,” I say as we walk down to the room.

Once we get inside, I flop down on the bed and giggle when Bellamy lies on top of me. “So comfy,” he says, wiggling on top of me.

“You beast! Get off me!” I say, reaching back to tickle his side. He cackles and pulls back to flip me over. “Hey. Wouldn’t it be just terrible if I didn’t have panties on?”

“You dirty little girl. You did not walk out of that house without panties?!” Bellamy gasps.

“Better punish me,” I say with a grin.

Bellamy grunts and yanks my skirt up. He narrows his eyes at me before unbuttoning his jeans to pull his cock free.

Marcus pulls me to the edge of the bed while Bellamy hooks my legs over his arms to fold me.

“Open up, baby. Choke on my cock like a good little whore,” Marcus grunts.

As soon as I open my mouth, he slides his cock past my lips.

At this angle, he can force every inch down my throat.

The depth makes me gag, but he starts rocking his hips to slowly take my mouth.

In a true punishment fashion, Bellamy slams into my pussy and immediately starts to pound hard and fast, like he is trying to rearrange my organs. I scream around the cock in my throat, and it comes out as muffled gurgles. “Fuck, take it, baby. Take my fucking cock,” Bellamy grunts.

Marcus holds the sides of my face, which covers my ears.

They are talking, but I don’t know what they are saying.

I can’t ask because I have a dick in my mouth.

I try to get their attention, so I suck harder but then he thrusts harder.

Well, I guess if he comes sooner, then I’ll be able to speak.

When he finally does come, I realize that Bellamy has stopped.

Marcus comes down my throat before pulling back.

“What are—” My words are cut off when Bellamy shoves something into my pussy and flips me to my belly.

It’s pressed against my G-spot and clit.

I am distracted and trying to sit up when Marcus pushes me back down to the bed and holds me in place.

Bellamy spreads my ass before one of them pours lube on me. “Fuck, please don’t break me.”

“I will, and you’ll still come for me like the filthy fucking brat you are,” Bellamy growls. “Deep breath, pretty girl. I’m going to fucking break you.”

“You’re supposed to be the nice one,” I whine and grab a pillow to pull under me.

I am on my elbows, but I have my face buried.

The toy inside me comes alive, and the vibrations are so strong that I forget he is about to take my ass.

When he surges into me, a scream rips from my throat and is muffled by the pillow.

“Who said I was nice?” He growls, slamming into me harder with every word. “You are our whore to fuck. Our whore to break. Scream, pretty girl. Beg for mercy.”

Bellamy is pounding into me so hard and deep that my belly hurts .

The vibrations force rapid-fire orgasms out of me, which keeps me from actually wanting him to stop.

He’s so fucking big that each stroke feels like he is going to split me in two.

My body is buzzing, and I’m violently trembling as I scream into the pillow.

After a while, he pauses to pull me up and puts pillows under my hips.

Now when he pushes into me, he can cover my mouth and shove deeper.

Tears are rolling down my face as he pushes me to my absolute limit.

“That’s it, whore. Cry for me,” Bellamy grunts. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight when you cry. Cry harder, baby. Fuck, I’m so close.”

He uncovers my mouth, and I immediately start begging. “Please. I can’t. Oh God.”

“Fuck, baby. Just a little longer. You’re doing so good,” Bellamy moans. “Goddamn, you feel so good. Come again, pretty girl. Come with me.”

His sudden flip to sweetness while still fucking the absolute hell out of me makes my body tighten, Bellamy moans and presses more of his body weight into me.

When he finally comes, I am shaking so badly that I can’t function.

When he pulls out of me, the sudden empty feelings immediately bring me to hysterics.

Marcus gently strokes my hair while Bellamy cleans me.

When he is done, he rolls me to my side so he can bring me to his chest.

“Shhhh. Breathe,” Bellamy says softly. I force myself to take long, shaky breaths, and I relax a bit. “Good girl. Just relax. I’ve got you.”

“I thought M-Marcus was the m-monster,” I choke out, making them both laugh.

“No. Bellamy is just really fucking good at hiding it,” Marcus says as he rolls me to my back to kiss me.

“I don’t know why I cried. I’m sorry,” I say quietly.

“Baby girl, he just fucked the soul out of your body. I think I saw it curled up crying in a corner,” he says, and I laugh tearfully. “You are incredible, but you are not immune to overstimulation. You are not invincible. He was hard on you, and subdrop can be a real bitch.”

“My belly hurts now,” I sigh.

Bellamy cups my face and gently kisses me. “I love you so much, Kendra. No matter what we find out here, you will always have a place with us. We will remind you of who you are every second of every day.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Now… Let’s go find some food. I think I saw a little bar down the road,” he says, kissing me one last time before pulling me up from the bed.

“Beer for y’all. Wings and chocolate milk for me,” I say.

“What? Ew. No,” Marcus says, curling his face up.

“What? I like hot wings and chocolate milk. So I’ll have them together,” I say.

“It’s not that weird, nor is it a craving.

I could drink chocolate milk every day for every meal.

” I laugh and shake my head at them when they both do an overly dramatic full-body shiver.

“Come feed me and call me pretty. I’m carrying your babies. ”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bellamy chuckles.

We get out of the truck and walk into the bar. At first, everything is fine. The bartender is serving some guests. Patrons are chatting at their tables. We move to sit down, and one of the servers looks up at me from across the bar.

“Oh hell no. Get the fuck out,” he snaps at me. Bellamy and Marcus immediately pull me behind them, then the man stomps over to us. “You need to get the fuck out. Now. You ain’t welcome here.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to right now, but…” Marcus says with a grave tone. The bartender cuts him off by pointing at me and shouting. She is beside me, and the guys can’t react fast enough before she grabs my arm and pulls me away from them.

“You get the fuck out. Now. You were already—” She doesn’t get the words out before I swing my fist and punch her in the jaw. She stumbles back, and I’m pulled between Marcus and Bellamy.

“What the fuck is happening right now?!” I say loudly. “What the fuck is wrong with this goddamn town?”

“The town?” The bartender yells. “You stole from your momma, nearly got her fired. You stole from me, and now you want to play the victim?”

“I don’t even know you fucking people!” I scream at her, but she laughs. Before I can lunge, Marcus grabs me.

“Stop. Stop it. Relax, Kendra,” he says gently.

“Kendra? Is that what she told you her name was?!” the woman laughs dryly.

“Wait,” I say, looking at Marcus and Bellamy. “The woman at the motel called me Tina, then asked if I knew who Tina Waddell is.”

“You are Tina Waddell, you dumb bitch,” the bartender yells at me.

“My name is Kendra Lennon, you ignorant cunt. I don’t fucking live here.

I live in Huston. I’m only here to find some stupid fuck who tried to kill me.

What the fuck is in the goddamn water here?

It’s a damn good thing I didn’t fucking grow up here.

Jesus. Foster care was a goddamn blessing.

” I am so angry that I’m shaking, but now the woman is looking at me with wide eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with your face? You had so much to fucking say before.”

“Call Hannah and Tim,” the woman says to the male server. She looks back at me, and it’s like she is looking at a ghost. “Come sit.”

“No!” I snap.

“Kendra Lennon was my niece who died at five months old. Please sit,” she says again.

“Oh damn,” Bellamy says. “You’re Suzette’s sister?”

“I am. My name is Cynthia,” she says. I let them walk me over to a table where we all sit down.

The woman rubs her hands down her face. “Susie overdosed, and a baby was with her. I refused to take custody because she couldn’t have kids.

I figured she stole the baby. She hadn't been herself since Kendra died.”

“Well, I’m not Tina,” I say. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Tina Waddell is a sticky-fingered bitch who steals from everyone. You look… Jesus Christ… you can’t be…”

“What?” I ask.

“Hannah and Tim are walking over from the clinic,” the man says, glaring at me.

“I’m going to go pee before whoever that is gets here,” I say blankly. Usually I wouldn’t be so crass, but I don’t give a fuck. I walk to the bathroom and take my time. When I walk out, I am no more than three steps out when a woman appears and smacks me across the face.

“Hannah!” Cynthia yells, throwing herself out of the chair, but Marcus and Bellamy are already to me. “It’s not Tina! Stop!”

Marcus grabs me and pulls me away from a now very confused Hannah. A man, Tim I assume, looks like he wants to hit me too, but a glare from Bellamy and Marcus keeps them where they stand.

“Upstairs. All of you,” Cynthia demands.

“But she…” Tim starts to say.

“Now!” Cynthia growls.

“I’m so confused,” I admit as we all follow Cynthia down a hallway and up a flight of stairs.

“You have some fucking nerve coming back here,” Hannah growls at me.

“Bitch, I don’t even know who the fuck you are,” I snap.

“Christ, Hannah. She isn’t Tina. Look at her,” Cynthia says. “Look at her. Both of you. Her name is Kendra Lennon.”

“Oh… oh my God!” Hannah yells, backing up from me as she starts crying. “No. She’s dead. They said she was dead. Cynthia… no.”

“Will someone tell me what the fuck is happening?!” I yell, making everyone look at me.

“Tina is a twin. They got into a wreck when the girls were four weeks old. Tina’s twin, Holly and her car seat were missing when paramedics got there.

Hannah and Tim were unconscious,” Cynthia says.

“The window was busted, so they assumed she was ejected and presumed dead in the lake. They looked for weeks to find anything but couldn’t…

If you are Kendra Lennon, then my sister stole you.

She died hours after their wreck… Hannah and Tim didn’t know there was a baby found.

No one knew. I didn’t tell anyone to protect Susie. ”

“Then…” I say slowly before looking at Marcus and Bellamy. “Okay… why the fuck couldn’t Collier figure this out? We’ve been in town for what? Two hours? His goddamn cellphone pinged here.”

“Do you have a picture of Tina?” Marcus says.

“Uh. Yeah,” Hannah sniffs. She pulls her phone out and taps around before turning it around so that we can see. It is a booking photo for an arrest, I presume. It looks like me, only I have blue eyes and she has brown.

“Woah,” Bellamy says. “That’s… Are you sure you aren’t Tina?”

“Shut up,” I say. “Sorry. That was mean… okay… what the fuck?”

“We have her file from when she went into the system,” Marcus says. “If you aren’t going to hit her again, we can show you.”

“I won’t. I’m sorry… Tina. She… uh. She stole a bunch of narcotics from the clinic. And ten thousand dollars from our safe,” Hannah says. Mom? This is weird.

“Just follow us,” Bellamy says.

“Might need to feed her first,” Marcus laughs.

“What do you want? I can bring it with us,” Cynthia asks me.

“I’m okay,” I say.

“Absolutely not. You haven’t eaten today,” Marcus says. “Just hot wings with ranch and chocolate milk, if you have it.”

“Well, shit. No DNA test needed for that,” Hannah laughs, nudging Tim as though it’s some kind of inside joke.

“Hush, woman. It’s a good combination,” Tim says with a frown.

“He dips them in the damn milk,” Hannah says. I smile at Bellamy, and he shakes his head.

“I will throw up on you, woman. You better not,” Bellamy scolds, making me laugh.

“I’ll bring you what I normally get,” Tim says with a silly grin.