Page 17 of Resurrection (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #3)

He licks the soft spot below my ear, then pulls the lobe into his mouth, nibbling it, sucking on it, making me melt in his arms. “I know… Why don’t you help me choose what toys you want us to use on you.

The ones that’ll make you explode for us.

Which ones were they? A dildo? No… that’s not it.

If you want cock, you come to one of us for it.

No need for fake dicks around here when you’ve got three real, live ones standing at attention for you at all times.

” His fingers dance along the hem of my shorts as he ghosts his lips against my ear.

“Or maybe there’s something you want to use on one of us…

,” Hawk whispers, the manner of his words making my eyes flutter into the back of my head.

“I…” My breath catches and I can almost see the lightbulb flare to life above my head.

Sinister plans downloading... Hawk might have made up for his underwear ripping stunt by finding and gifting me a whole plethora of new bra and panty sets he found randomly in the house a few days ago, complete with a note that said, “ I’m sorry for the other day, sweetheart.

I’m an ass. You know this. You also know I’d never disrespect you and, at the same time, neglect my favorite place to sleep.

And look! There’s even a set that has sloths on them!

And you LOVE sloths! So, please stop depriving me of your beautiful boobs.

The others get to see them but you keep on hiding them from me ever since I tore your bunny one to shreds, which is totally understandable, but.

.. I miss them. A lot. And I’ve learned my lesson and will never pull that shit ever again.

If I do, I give you permission to kick me square in the nuts.

XOXO, the most humble servant of the best woman with the best boobies in all the world.

Hawk,” but this is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Hawk notices the change in my demeanor and cocks his head at me.

I’m still a messy bucket of horniness, but no longer quivering with unbridled need.

Instead, I’m standing tall and on a mission.

“Actually, you might be on to something. I did win the supply race back at the cabin, after all.” Which means I could have some serious fun with this.

With my head no longer in the clouds from Hawk’s lingering kisses, the ideas start to flood my brain.

Oh yes, this is perfect.

Pushing Hawk to the side, I strut over to the pile he made in the center of the room, all the while smirking like the devil’s assistant.

“Uh… What’s… What’s going on here?” Hawk asks nervously, obviously confused. Jax stands off to the side, a knowing smirk on his face as he watches me sift through the unopened packages of goodies. I lift a few, one after another, taunting Hawk with them as I place them in the bag Jax offers.

First, a pair of handcuffs. Then, a few cock rings.

Next, a two-in-one stroker—a mutual masturbation tool meant to be used simultaneously by two men from both ends.

Lastly, with two gripping hands and a mighty heave, I lift the giant tentacle dildo over my head, waving it around in the air like a medieval claymore.

His eyes pop open in shock as I place it in the bag with the other toys; the tip of the tentacle sticking out of the bag due to how fucking huge the damn thing is.

Hawk’s hands come up in a placating stance.

“Ok, whoa, now. Just... Wait a minute. What...in the fuck... are you gonna do with that ?!” Hawk gestures to the bag, visibly shaken by the knowledge that the giant tentacle dildo is coming with us on our road trip.

When I say and do nothing more than lift a threatening eyebrow, he goes ballistic.

“I was kidding! I wasn’t gonna use it on you!

I swear!” I say nothing, but my smile definitely grows wider and more sadistic the more paranoid Hawk gets.

He starts to pace in front of us, gripping his hair tightly as he shakes his head.

“Oh, fuck me, this is not turning out how I thought it was going to. Or wait. DON’T fuck me!

Oh, holy shit.” Hawk holds up his hands imploringly, simply begging me to listen to his pleas.

My eyes meet Jax’s, mischievous thoughts running in the air between us.

I don’t actually have any intention of using that monstrosity on him, Cole, or anybody, in fact.

It’s just fun to make him shiver his timbers every once in a while.

I’m about to close the bag when I see one last thing.

A necessity that I refuse to go another day without having an over abundant supply of.

I go over to the cabinet and pick up the industrial size bottle of lube, walk back over to the bag on the floor in front of Hawk, and smile up at him as I place it in with the rest of our horny haul.

I can’t even close the bag, it’s that full.

Suddenly, Hawk’s eyes roll into the back of his head, his knees buckling just before he falls to the ground, passing out from tentacle shock.

Oh, this is gonna be fun….