Page 37 of Pink Poison (The Butchers MC #1)
Between Stone’s watchful eye as he thumbs his precum over the slit of his thick tip and Kash’s gentle dominating, my will to hold off on another orgasm fades. My smooth circling turns choppy as I snake my finger to my swollen clit and press forward into it.
“Fuck,” Stone groans in appreciation. “Play with your clit for me, doll.” A smirk pulls at my mouth as I trace an ‘S’ over the sensitive nerves.
I continue with an 'H' , not stopping until I spell out his name—the one he made me scream at Memento, until my legs shake.
His fist moves frantically, his eyes branding me—claiming me. "Say it, Stevie. Say my name."
"Shawn," I moan, clenching hard around Kash.
“Ah— fuck . That's it, sweetheart. Keep choking my cock with my brother's name on your pretty lips,” he pants.
Oh, holy fuck.
Kashton Reid can talk me through it any day of the week if he keeps it up.
Stone thrusts into his hand, just as affected by Kash's sinful tongue. I clench around Kash again, attempting to bring him to the brink with me. “S-Shawn, please ,” I plead.
“ Please what, doll?” he growls.
“Let me cum.”
He licks his lips, the silver ball tracing every part that I want to taste. “Not until Kash fills your gorgeous cunt.”
Kash takes his words as permission, thrusting twice before releasing an animalistic growl as his cock pulses. “ Fuck! That's it, sweetheart. Milk my cock.”
White ropes spill over Stone’s fist as it jerks, triggering my release. Arousal floods between me and Kash, soaking the sheets beneath him. “Kash, Shawn! ”
Sparks of light flash in a haze as I rock myself through the pleasure, eliciting a hiss from Kash. He grips my hips tighter, allowing me to ride out the high despite his sensitivity. The bed dips as he molds himself to my back while pant through the aftershocks.
“I got you, sweetheart,” Kash hums softly into my ear. Breathing a sigh of relief, I lift my weight and free Kash’s softening length. Our mixture of arousal drips onto him, stealing a tortured groan from his chest. "Fuck me, sweetheart. That's sexy as hell."
“I’m gonna need another picture,” Stone jokes.
I open my mouth to tease him when a knock at the door freezes me. Kash easily moves me to the side, blocking my line of sight. I hear rustling jeans and the sound of a gun's safety disengaging.
“Stone’s just being cautious,” Kash confirms exactly what I heard.
The door opens with what would have been a quiet snick any other time, but not now when it feels like all three of us are holding our breath. Not when my heart has all but stopped.
“ Shit ,” Stone hisses.
My stomach riots, the unknown doing little to calm my nerves. “What happened?” I hiss.
Neither of them answer, leaving me to sit with the sense of dread creeping in from the darkness hidden in my mind.
The possibilities are endless where Creed Hill and Atticus Lennon are concerned.
I selfishly haven’t asked about Jameson or Mack, what if something happened to them?
What if I was the reason they didn’t have their enforcer?
“It’s from Hill,” Kash grits as Stone walks towards us. “Looks just like the other ones.”
Peaking over Kash’s body, I recognize the intricate box as Creed’s signature at this point. Nausea burns at the back of my throat knowing that the bastard had someone here, that they could have heard everything. “Open it,” I demand .
Stone shakes his head. “We don’t know what's in it, doll. Knowing that piece of shit…” His voice lowers, soft and delicate. "It could be something from yesterday and you shouldn't have to see that."
My nostrils flare at the implication that Hill took something else without my consent. “Open. It.”
Kash sighs, clearly not pleased with my choice. “It’s her call, brother.”
Stone gives Kash a menacing glare before grumbling under his breath.
I can’t quite make out what he says, but it sounds an awful lot like kissass .
Focusing my attention on Stone, I watch as he pulls the black bow off the box.
He lifts the lid enough for him to see the contents before slamming it back down.
“Motherfucker,” he growls.
“I want to see.” I inch forward, brushing against Kash’s shoulder. Stone glares, his jaw set firmly. I lift my brow, challenging him to keep denying me. “Let me see, Shawn.”
The tension in his jaw lifts, only a fraction, before he dips his chin. “I'll show you, but you need to let us handle it, Stevie.”
An uncomfortable silence expands the tension in the room between the three of us.
Whatever Stone saw must have been bad if he’s pushing an ultimatum on me—one that I’m not sure I can even accept.
Not when I promised myself I’d never let a man stand in my way again.
I came back to Nawlins with a plan, to show the MC—Jameson and Mack—that they don’t have control over me.
I came back as their reckoning, to make them hurt the way I've been hurting the last five goddamn years.
“I’ll let you handle it,” I say, hating the bitterness of the lie that rolls off my tongue. Dishonesty was never part of my nature, but I’ll be damned if I put my life in their hands just because their dicks are worth riding.
He nods, pushing the box closer to Kash, who hands it off to me. With trembling hands, I lift the lid to the box of horror that awaits me. Photos of the MC and I sit neatly around the interior, along with still-frame shots of us all taken in various locations from multiple points of view.
My lungs seize as I shift the box around, revealing photos of Mo and Teegan, all taken at Mo's. Sickness rolls through me, knowing that someone, that he, could have been there—he could have hurt them.
“What is this,” I gasp, honing in on the photograph set in the center of the box.
Green numbers and letters are scrambled around the bright red link— firewall denied .
I don’t know fuck all about coding, but I do know what a firewall is meant for.
Roaming my eyes over the picture, I take in the sticky note attached.
Be careful what you ask for.
I meet Kash’s deep blue gaze. Darkness dances in his stare, begging for the switch of humanity to be turned off. The hairs on my arms raise in alarm, a warning I know I should listen to.
“Pack your bags, sweetheart. You’re coming with us.”