Page 44 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

Chapter

Thirty-Two

She’s home for good.

Our Sola.

Our love.

Mama is currently winning her over with an ice cream bar covering the kitchen island.

He scoops vanilla from a tub while Sola adds whatever she likes on top.

She’s smiling. He’s smiling. My heart has never felt happier or more relieved.

Thankfully, she’s not angry with me. The rest will fall into place.

Around a mouthful of ice cream, Sola mumbles, “You’re the best,” to Mama, who damn near melts into a puddle of goo. He’s an emotional guy, and they adore each other.

Giving them space to catch up, I kiss Sola on the cheek.

She flashes me a sweet smile and devours her dessert as I slip from the room to check on Coffin.

Joe and I carried his giant ass from the barn back to his bedroom, where he’s sleeping the drugs off.

It’s been more than twelve hours. I’ve been waiting for him to wake up, but nothing yet.

I don’t think it’s the drugs. It’s his body.

He’s been running on fumes for weeks. Now that he’s forced to recover, his body is taking it, whether his mind likes it or not, which is a good thing.

When I enter his room through our shared bathroom, I find a groggy dickhead scowling at me. He scratches his balls and flips me the bird. “I fuckin’ hate you.”

“What do you remember?” I blow him a kiss and lean against his wall, crossing my arms over my chest.

Coffin scrubs both hands up and down his face. “I feel like death.”

“Good.”

“Fuck. Off.”

“You’re in a lot of trouble.”

“Why?” Rolling off the side of the bed, Coffin wobbles as he stands and shuffles to the bathroom, cursing the entire way before he takes a leak. “Fuck. Why does my ass hurt?” There’s a pause followed by a groan. “Did someone bite my ass? Did you bite my ass?”

I chuckle. “No. That would be the woman you tried to bury alive.”

The toilet flushes, and the faucet turns on. “What are you talking about?”

“The redhead you’re into. You put her in a coffin and stuck her in a grave.”

“No. I didn’t. I’d never do that to her,” he growls, offended by me even saying such a thing.

“Well, you did.”

Once Coffin returns to the bedroom, he collapses onto the bed, and I recount to him what the past few days have been like, which he seems to have no memory of.

The more I explain, the angrier he gets.

When I reach the Sola parts, he bolts from the mattress to get dressed.

Within minutes, he’s out of his bedroom, searching for the redhead.

He finds her where I left her, in the kitchen, with Mama.

Sola nearly falls off her stool in shock when Coffin drops to his knees beside her and pours the longest, most heartfelt apology I could imagine coming out of anyone, let alone him.

“That will never happen again,” he vows.

Sola sets her spoon into her bowl and pushes it to the center of the island. “I could have died.”

Ashamed of himself, Coffin hangs his head. “I would never let that happen.”

“You’re the one who did it. Remember?”

“That wasn’t me.” His voice quakes, and he hesitates before looking up at her.

“It was. You snapped your teeth at me and promised to kill me.”

“I would never do that. Ever. You gotta believe me,” my brother croaks, sounding sincere as fuck with his eyes rimmed in red.

Sliding off the stool, Sola lords over Coffin like a queen. She lifts the hem of the t-shirt I gave her to change into. Because nothing else looks better on that fox than our shirts, with her pussy mere inches from being touchable or, fuckable for anything we please.

She shows him the C, and instead of doing what he should do and apologize, the fucker licks it. Tracing it with his tongue, he groans, and none of us miss the sexual lilt to his tone. Nor do we miss when he grips her ass and stuffs his face in her pussy like I did in the barn .

It’s so fuckin’ hot watching them.

I adjust my erection.

“I missed you,” he rasps.

Mama makes eye contact with me from the other side of the kitchen and hitches his head toward the exit.

I nod. He should probably get out of here.

The heat is turning up to scorching. If I have any say in the matter, we’ll both be balls deep in our woman in less than five minutes and have her coming in six.

Once Mama’s gone, I slip behind Sola. Gently tilting her head to the side, I expose her neck and suck her pulse point. She purrs like a kitten, and I unbutton my jeans, tear down my zipper, and slot my cock between her luscious cheeks, Coffin’s still holding.

“I missed you.” I relay the same sentiment and nip her earlobe. She gasps, and my dick throbs at the delicious sound.

Oh. How. I’ve. Missed. Her.

Coffin hitches one of her legs over his shoulder, giving him better access to attack her cunt. Keeping my hands on her hips to keep her steady, I angle Sola forward just enough to slip my cock between her folds and slide into her soaking cunt as my brother sucks her clit.

“Oh. Fuck!” she screeches, holding onto the top of Coffin’s head as I start to thrust, slowly, to get her used to me and so my brother can still savor her.

I nip her shoulder. “Good girl,” I praise when she moans and takes whatever we want to give. Just like the good girl she is—our good girl.

When Sola begins to shake, her pussy clenches around my cock, and I take that as my cue to fuck her deeper. Gliding her down my cock, I draw out her pleasure, tortuously slow. Up and down. Taking my time. Incoherent babble drips from her lips like the sweetest honey as her chin rests on her chest.

“Oh. My. Oh. I’m. I’m.”

That’s it.

I slam into her, and Sola screams as she comes.

Her legs give out, and I’ve got her. Holding her up, I sit on the stool and take her with me.

Coffin comes right along. Like a well-oiled machine, I plant her feet on my knees, cup under her thighs, and I glide her up and down my shaft, as Coffin licks and sucks her pussy, groaning and growling as if he can’t get enough of the taste.

Her head rests on my collarbone, and her tits bounce as I connect us, giving us what we all need. To reunite. To be together like it’s supposed to be.

“Rot,” she gasps, grabbing Coffin’s head and forcing him to suck her clit.

He moans against her, and she curls an arm around my neck. “Rot.”

“I’ve got you, Red. I’ve got you.”

“I…I…”

“I know. Don’t worry. I’ll make you come.”

“Please,” she whines, and fuck if I don’t want to give her the world.

I tap the top of Coffin’s head, and he looks up at me, his mouth covered in her juices. He smiles like a goddamn deviant, pupils blown wide.

“Yeah?” he asks and rubs her bud to give it attention.

Sola’s legs quake, and I know she’s close again.

“Take your dick out,” I order. “Stick it in beside me. ”

“Two at once? You sure?” That smile of his triples in size.

“Yeah. She’s got this.”

Sola’s too far gone to understand what I’m saying as I bounce her on my cock.

Coffin gets off the floor and pulls himself out.

He steps in between my spread thighs and notches his head against the underside of my dick.

Fuck. It feels good. The friction. The connection.

We haven’t done this often, but fuck do I love it when we do.

Gasping, Sola jolts in surprise. “What’s? What are you…” she reaches down to feel us there. Me inside, and Coffin ready to join.

“Just breathe,” I instruct. “We both want to come in you. Just breathe. We can fit.”

“Rot.” Her voice wobbles in concern.

I kiss her temple. “Be a good girl and take our cocks, sweetie. You’ve got this.”

Coffin pushes forward, and Sola hisses as he glides through her opening, joining me.

He rubs her clit in circles to lessen the sting as he slides in deep.

It’s tight. I grit my teeth at how perfect it feels to have her double-stuffed.

To have us fuck her together. After months without this perfect woman and her cunt, I can’t fuckin’ take it.

When Coffin bottoms out, Sola’s entire form locks down tight.

Her back arches against my chest, and a keening cry bursts from her soul as she shatters around us.

It’s enough for my nuts to draw up tight, and I meet Coffin’s eyes over Sola’s shoulder as I come.

Spurt after hot spurt of my seed floods her cunt.

Coffin draws back, his brows knit in the center, he bites his bottom lip, and his hips stutter as he thrusts a final time and unloads beside me, filling her to the brim, making a giant mess.

Watching him come, feeling her come, it cracks something in my chest wide open.

I hug her closer and pepper kisses all along her neck and shoulder as Coffin pulls out, and with it, my cock goes too.

A rush of cum drips from my spent member.

Not quite done, I lift Sola onto the kitchen island.

She gasps on contact, then giggles. “It’s cold.

” She wiggles as goosebumps pebble all over her pale, freckle-kissed skin.

Coffin washes up in the sink, and I scoot Sola to the edge of the island, drop to my knees, and lick her clean.

I moan, loving the flavor of us combined, soaking into her folds.

I get high off the scent. Off the flavor.

I’m hard within minutes. Needing more, I eat her until she comes on my face, and I jack off.

It doesn’t take long for either of us to fall into the land of no return—her first, squirting, and me filling my fist.

When I’m through, I offer Sola my hand, and like the good girl she is, she licks it clean, savoring every drop of cum, moaning as she swallows.

Coffin watches us in what could only be described as awe.

He hasn’t had many times with Sola. Not like I have.

Not like this. We’re used to each other.

Reading what the other wants and needs. I can sense her moods, and I know what to give her.

That’s how I know she’s ours.

The connection.

No words are spoken when she sits up and kisses me.

It’s soft and so her. When we’re done getting reacquainted after what feels like years apart, she crooks a finger at Coffin, who looks like a love-struck schoolboy when she slots himself between her legs and she kisses him too.

Taking her time, she threads her fingers around the base of his neck and reunites with my brother.

A lump catches in my throat watching them together.

So fucking beautiful.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again.” Sola lightly slaps his face as he pulls away and cups her cheeks.

Staring straight into her eyes, Coffin vows, “I will protect you for always. It won’t happen again.

I fuckin’ missed you, Sweet Cheeks.” Gripping her ass, he tugs her off the island and plants her on the floor, but not before he pecks her soundly a final time, and then it’s us in the kitchen, sated, and…

smiling. All three of us have drunk grins, and I’m damn near bursting out of my skin with happiness.

“Now what?” Sola sings, linking her arm through mine and Coffin’s.

“We decide how to deal with Necro,” I announce, staring down at my beautiful woman.

Coffin groans and drags a hand down his face. “We’re fucked.”

He’s right.

We’re fucked.

If you think Coffin’s been bad.

Ha.

Necro.

He’s the worst.

And now we gotta save him.

Again.

From himself.

And his past.