18
Blood Sacrifices
A ngel arrived for her shift as Sam and I were downstairs doing inventory. She and Ivy are behind the bar now, the crowd before them growing by the minute. It seems the first rush of the night has arrived. George usually takes one of his breaks around now, so I bet that is where he is and why the dirty glassware behind the bar continues piling up.
"Why don't you help them clear the line and then we'll do shots? I'm going to run some glasses through for them first," I say to Sam, moving behind the bar.
"Sounds like a plan!" She agrees, launching into action.
Ivy nods at me while mixing a drink when she sees me arranging glassware on the large plastic trays for the dishwasher. It'll take a few minutes to run through the machine, but it's still faster than I would manage by hand.
When I return from the kitchen with freshly cleaned glassware, I see George's head amongst the crowd. Since he's back, I head straight down to the Slap-shot corner of the bar after dropping the tray off. Sam joins me shortly after with a pitcher in tow.
Hurricane shots have been a fantastic addition to the booth. Some customers don't want to get soaked while out, but it's still popular enough that our tip jar often overflows.
I've noticed that Hurricane shots are more popular in the later hours of the night, while Slap Shots do better in the earlier rushes. Sam opens the register while I check my phone since it will be a while before I get the chance again.
Jay's message is accompanied by a picture of him holding Saint over his shoulders.
We'll see you soon, gorgeous.
Looking forward to it, handsome.
Sam sees me smirking as I put my phone away and says, "Let me guess. Are your boy toys coming in?"
I burst with laughter, flipping the switch to the slap—shot neon sign. Still chortling, I reply, "Sure are."
"Do they get off on pain or something?"
"Nope. The opposite, actually."
Sam's face is worth a thousand words as she simply says, "And yet, they let you slap them?"
"Yep." I deadpan, shrugging.
Sam just shakes her head with a smirk. And then, she greets the first customer in line with a sultry smile. No one can charm the pants and wallets off of people like Sam can when she's on a mission.
The next couple of hours pass in a blur. Sam and I work in tandem, churning out shots through the evening. People are tipping well tonight, which is excellent . I have my eyes on a new special edition box set of my favorite series.
When Jay and Saint appear in line next for Slap Shots, I barely restrain myself from throwing myself across the bar for them.
Since living with the boys, I've gotten many glimpses of their various looks: workout clothes, just-left-work clothes, everyday clothes, and PJs—all of which they look amazing in.
But tonight?
Jay wears a black tee, jeans, and his favorite dark red hat backward, with several silver chains around his neck. The tattoos that line his throat beg to be kissed. Saint's arm is thrown across Jay's mountainous shoulders, his face split by a broad smile. Gold chains glint in the neon lights around his neck, at his wrist. Saint is wearing a grey tee and jeans with a belt slung through loops. His arm across Jay's shoulders exposes the line of his hips.
They're both tall but with different builds. Jay is just plain big, his muscles pulling the shirt tight across his arms and chest. On the other hand, Saint makes me blush when he stands so close that he makes me tilt my head back to see him properly. Despite the differences, I know he can lift the same weight as Jay, having seen the boys trade sets in the gym .
My wolf can smell them, and it makes her want to howl. To run. To be chased. I shift on my feet.
"What will it be tonight, boys?" I ask, leaning on the bar. Jay's full lips pull into a sly grin as he rests his elbow on the bar, and I have to press the tip of my tongue to the points of my teeth to keep myself grounded.
"What would it take to get you on the menu?" Jay croons, tilting his head to the side.
I hum, considering. "I don't know…" I pause, looking them over with a critical eye. "Your undying loyalty to start... A few blood sacrifices. You know, kid stuff ."
"What does a good girl like you need with our blood, Tiny?" Saint asks, green eyes half concealed behind his eyelids, arm still slung across Jay's shoulders.
His phrasing makes me blush. I shift on my feet to relieve the sudden onslaught of tension and heat that has burned through me. Sam snorts lightly behind me while thumbing through her phone.
"That's for me to know and you to not find out, Cinnamon." I snark back, smiling at him and refocusing on Jay. "So, do you boys want a drink or what?"
"Yes, please." Jay and Saint answer in unison, making me laugh.
"Are you getting wet tonight, boys?"
"I'm making you wet tonight, Gorgeous." Jay snarks, smiling at me.
I laugh at his antics and then ask again, "What do you want to drink, you idiots?"
"Anejo, Darlin'. And a kiss," Jay answers, biting his lip.
"We'll see, Big Guy. And you, Cinnamon?"
"The same. Anejo and a kiss, Tiny," Saint grins, and I can't help myself as I smile back at them, collecting money, though my tongue is too tied to reply.
Sam saves me, though, saying, "Well, if you both want a kiss, then why don't you kiss each other?" as I pour their liquor.
Bursting with laughter, I give her a high five, saying, "I like the way you think, Sam!" Sliding Jay and Saint's shots across the bar top, I ask, "Ready, boys?" and then wipe my hands off with a rag.
"Always," Jay replies while Saint says, "hell yeah, baby."
Immediately, I slap them, Jay with my left and Saint with my right. Then they tap the glasses against the bar, clinking them together in cheers, quickly shooting the liquor down. Saint lets out a howl, making me laugh.
And then, Saint hooks his arm around Jay's neck and kisses my boyfriend's plump lips. My mouth flaps open, and Sam beside me cackles in delight. Like a strike of lightning, a bolt of heat goes straight to my clit.
It takes me a second to regain my composure, but when I do, I say, "Hey! You cannot kiss my boyfriend without me!" Saint laughs, and Jay gives me a look I can only describe as wolfish.
"Well, come here then, Gorgeous," Jay grumbles, blue eyes flashing, his wolf close to the surface. Suddenly, I can't think of anything better I'd like to do.
"Sam, can you handle the Bar for a few?" I ask, eyes locked on the two wolves before me. I'm bound to be due for lunch or break...or something.
"I absolutely can, girl. Go." She orders, swatting me out of her way with the towel, simultaneously asking for the next person in line.
With my heart in my throat, I follow Jay and Saint to the side patio where the outdoor dart boards are. As luck would have it, Jay Saint and I are alone in the dark.
"Come here, Darlin'," Jay says roughly, leaning against the side of the building.
"So bossy," I comment, walking over to him anyway. The music out here is just barely loud enough to be heard but quiet enough not to disturb the peace of the surrounding forest. Crickets fill the night with their song.
"And yet, you're doing what I asked like a good girl," Jay mentions while he takes another step, going around the corner.
"Technicalities." I simper back, laying my arms across his shoulders when we're face to face.
"You like being told what to do, Tiny. You don't have to deny it." Saint says, coming up behind me. He's so close that his groin just barely grazes the curve of my ass.
"I sometimes like it, Cinnamon," I murmur, tilting my head back to look at him. Jay takes the movement as an invitation to kiss my neck and crush my ribs to his chest. I'd taken off my flannel long ago, so there was nothing in the way of his warm hands on my skin.
Saint carefully grips my jaw and face, leaving room for Jay's exploration. His tongue maps the contours of my neck and my collarbone, and then Saint steps forward, pinning me in against Jay. His green eyes are bright and electric. "And do you like it now , Tiny?"
"Yes," I say breathlessly, capturing his thumb in my mouth, sucking and twisting my tongue around it. I can feel Jay's cock pulsing against my lower stomach, Saint's against my ass. It's maddening , sending my pulse skyrocketing.
"That's good, Tiny." Saint murmurs, finally closing the distance between us, taking his thumb out of my mouth. Our tongues dance together while Jay bites my neck, making me moan into Saint's mouth.
"Do you have enough time for us to make you scream, Gorgeous?" Jay groans into my ear, rubbing my clit overtop of my leggings. Then he's pulling my shirt up, running his tongue over my lacy bralette, gently biting my nipple.
"Right here?" I gasp, surprised. We're out of sight from the door, but that would change if anyone comes around the corner. It wouldn't take them long, though; Jay's deft fingers are already making me want to come apart, and he's barely touching me.
"Right here," Saint agrees, hips surging forward. His hand still grips me around my jaw, keeping my eyes on him; my body bowed for Jay.
I laugh lightly, saying, "I can be quick, can you be?" I'm breathless already. Jay chuckles against my breast, then he's tugging my leggings down, pulling my panties to the side. He licks his fingers, then they're back at my clit, spreading my growing wetness around, plunging deep in me. With his other hand, he pulls my bra down, closing his mouth around the peaked flesh.
"Oh, I can be anything you want me to be," Saint replies, unbuckling his belt, the sound of his zipper lowering almost louder than my heaving breaths. Jay's fingers keep moving, his tongue mapping my neck. For one maddening second, I swear he's going to make me cum from this alone, my internal muscles clamping down around his thick fingers.
My eyes barely flutter shut before Saint slaps my cheek lightly, grumbling, "Eyes on me."
And then, Jay pulls his fingers out, murmuring, "Open up for him, Darlin."
There's only so much I can widen my legs, with my leggings only pulled down to my knees.
Saint lines up his cock without trouble, though, plunging in deep immediately. "Fuck, you're wet, aren't you, Tiny?" He murmurs, eyes rolling back for a second.
"Mhm-" I gasp, threading my fingers through Jay's hair.
"You like being our little slut, don't you?" Jay asks, spitting into his hand.
"Mmh- fuck, yes." I agree; still looking at Saint while he roughly fucks me. Then I feel Jay's wet cock slide between my thighs, rubbing against my clit. My eyes roll back, but then Saint slaps my ass and stops moving, making them spring back open. Jay doesn't stop moving, though, the thick head of his cock sliding in and out of my thighs. I'm so close already. I don't think it will be a matter of if they have enough time to make me cum; the question will be how many times am I going to. The thick tip of Jay's cock brushes my sensitive clit with each stroke, making me flutter around Saint.
I have to grab Jay's shoulders to stay steady. They have me up on tiptoes, back bowed so far that my shoulders nearly touch Saint's chest.
Jay coos, "That's it, I've got you, Darlin. I got you."
Again, my eyes flutter shut, and then Saint pistons his cock in all the way, roughly filling me and halting. Making me take it and stretch around him. Jay hasn't stopped moving, stroking against my clit every time he pushes between my thighs.
"Eyes on me, Tiny. Look at me while I fuck you," Saint orders, then draws his cock out almost the entire way, pushing roughly back in. I moan when he does it again, and when Jay closes his mouth around my nipple, Saint has to cover my mouth with his hand to keep me quiet.
" Shh , Gorgeous. Be quiet for us, yeah? You can be loud later." Jay murmurs, fucking my thighs faster.
I mumble something incoherent behind Saint's hand, my nails digging into Jay's shoulders. Saint chuckles, keeping that slow, deep, rough pace.
"Fuck, Gorgeous, you're so wet. It's making it so easy to fuck your thighs like this." Jay's voice shakes, his movements turning jerky with every stroke. I moan in response, eyes locked on Saint's electric green iris.
"Do it for me, Tiny." Saint urges, slapping my ass with his free hand. With every rough thrust into me, his breathing turns erratic, his groans of pleasure coming with each of mine. "Come on, give it to me." He orders again, reaching around to play with my nipples, fingers plunging down my throat.
My pussy flutters around him, muscles contracting one by one as Saint fucks into me; orgasm blows through me as Jay murmurs, "That's my girl. Let Saint use that little pussy while I fuck these delicious thighs, hmm?"
I moan desperately around Saint's fingers in response.
Then Saint's movements turn jerky, and he says, "Fuck, that's tight-" cutting off on a groan. He trades his grip on my jaw for one in my hair, pinning me against him.
"That's it, Gorgeous. Milk that fucking cock." Jay orders, sucking my nipple into his mouth, groaning as my fingers tighten in his hair. Cool air rushes around my skin, where Jay has left hot, wet kisses down my throat and chest.
Then I start muttering, "Oh, fuck, fuck fuck, I'm going to cum!" Release barrels through me just as Saint thrusts into me one more time, cock pulsing inside of me.
Almost immediately, Jay pulls me off Saint, then plunges his cock inside me while Saint holds me steady.
" Oh, oh, fuck, Jay-please!" I start whispering, wanting to scream, when he circles his thumb around my clit.
"Give me one, Gorgeous, let me fill you up too, hmm?" He says hoarsely, kissing up my throat.
"Fuck-"I moan, tilting my hips to meet each of his rough, jerky strokes. Saint circles his hand around my throat, making me meet his green eyes again.
"You look so good like this, Tiny, dripping with cum. You're like a goddamn renaissance painting."
I huff a breathy laugh that turns into a moan when he kisses me, reaching down to stroke my clit. Just like that, I clamp down on Jay, pleasure shooting through my veins, and Jay buries himself to the hilt in me, barely restraining a guttural moan.
The three of us stay locked together like this, leaning against the outer walls of Coyote Bills for a moment, catching our breath.
"You're going back in without stopping at the bathroom, Gorgeous. I want your thighs slick with us for the rest of your shift." Jay orders. I can't help the way I tighten around his softening cock at the thought. It makes him chuckle, hips surging forward before he pulls out.
Without warning, Saint pushes my chest into Jay's front, pulls my arms back behind me, then plunges his still rock-hard cock into me, pushing their cum back into me.
" Oh!" I moan, clamping down around Saint.
He doesn't move, only says, "I'm not done in this pussy, Tiny."
"Try not to think about it too hard while you're at work, okay, Gorgeous?" Jay chuckles, plucking my nipples.
"Oh, I think she'll be thinking about it, Jay." Saint chuckles, making me moan softly as he withdraws, leaving me empty and aching.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, you should have felt the way she just clenched around me," Saint replies, smirking at me as he pulls his pants up, tucking his cock inside.
"That's my girl," Jay murmurs, watching me pull my leggings up. Before he rights my shirt, though, he takes the opportunity to lick each nipple thoroughly again. "So fucking hot." He says under his breath, almost absentmindedly.
"Thank you, boys, I'll see you at home?" I chuckle, not knowing what else to say.
"See you at home, Tiny." Saint murmurs, tilting my head back for a smoldering kiss.
Then, Jay says with his blue eyes locked on mine, "Keep this pretty pussy wet for me, okay, Darlin?"
"I'll think about it, Big Guy," I reply, smirking. Jay grins, grabs both sides of my face, and kisses me like it's his last day on Earth. It sends butterflies fluttering around my middle and my wolf pacing.
"What are you going to war or something?" I laugh when he lets me go.
"No, I just love you."
The admission makes me smile softly at him, and I reply, "I love you too, Jay," as I open the door and disappear back inside the depths of the bar.
When I return after washing my hands, Sam looks me over thoroughly, grins, and laughs.
"You look ravishing , my dear."
I can't help the full belly laugh that escapes me, my face feeling about a thousand degrees. The mirror had told me that my excursion outside had left a few marks behind. None permanent, but visible, for sure.
"Why thank you, madam. Shall we proceed?" I offer Sam my hand, giving her a mock bow.
Again, she laughs but places her hand in mine, saying, "Why yes, we shall."