Smoke Bomb by Abbi Glines
Twenty-One
Trinity
After waking up and finding myself alone, I climbed out of bed, then took a look at the bedding. It was not good. I stripped the quilt, sheets, and mattress pad. These needed to be washed, but first, I had to take a shower. There was blood between my thighs, but I didn’t think that was the reason I was sticky.
I took a quick shower, then put my clothes back on. Rolling up the dirty bedding in the quilt, I headed for the stairs. Thankfully, I didn’t have to go through the kitchen or living room to get to the laundry room. If Gage or Levi saw me carrying this, I would likely die of embarrassment.
I started with the mattress pad, adding bleach to the machine before turning it on. Once that was going, I headed for the stairs to go up to my room, but the smell of pizza caught my attention. I debated on going upstairs to change or going to get something to eat first.
They had probably expected me to cook tonight and had to order pizza since I was sleeping. What would Huck have told them? Or had Gage already figured it out since he had seen Huck dragging me through the house?
Taking a deep breath, I decided to go face them and get this over with. I should apologize for not cooking dinner. I’d make it up to them tomorrow at breakfast. If only I wasn’t nervous about this. I was a grown-up. I’d seen Levi have sex on the sofa while Gage participated. There was no reason for this to be a big deal.
I could hear the television, and it sounded like they were watching some sort of sports game. Making my way down the hall, I entered the room quietly and had a moment before they noticed me. My eyes instantly went to Huck, who was sitting in the leather chair he seemed to always sit in with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a cigar between his lips. My chest felt funny, and I wanted to smile just from the sight of him.
His head turned then, and he looked at me. I was happy, but it was very brief because he nodded his head once in acknowledgment of me and turned his attention back to the television. My chest no longer felt funny; it hurt. I had expected something different. Why? I didn’t know. I should have known better. This was me we were talking about here. I didn’t get to feel happy.
My feet wouldn’t move. I was glued to the spot, looking at Huck, thinking maybe he would turn back to me. Downstairs, he’d seemed … different. He had held me and said things to me that made me feel special. Maybe that was what he did after he had sex.
“Trinity!” Gage called out my name, and I jerked my gaze off Huck to meet Gage’s smile. I tried to return it with one of my own, but it was a struggle. “We got pizza. You hungry?”
Not anymore.
“Sorry you had to order pizza,” I told him, feeling my face get hot. “I promise to make it up to you at breakfast.”
Gage’s grin grew. “Deal. My favorite meal of the day.” He glanced back at Huck, who was watching the television and taking the cigar from his lips.
When he swung his gaze back to me, I could see the pity in his eyes.
“Come sit.” He patted the spot beside him. “You’ve got a choice of meat lovers, cheeseburger, buffalo chicken, or pepperoni.”
I looked from him to Huck again, who was still watching the television. I wasn’t going to be able to eat, but if I walked out of here, all three of them would know why. Huck would know I had thought what we had done meant something. They would all know that I had misunderstood. My pride wasn’t going to let me do that. I had to face these men every day.
I walked over to the sofa and sat down beside Gage. Not close enough to touch, but beside him. He had been the one to invite me to sit. No one else had asked. Levi was eating a piece of pizza, but I could feel him watching me. He hadn’t said anything.
“What’s it gonna be?” Gage asked me.
I was almost positive if I tried to eat something, I would throw up. I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.”
He frowned at me. “You sure?”
I forced a smile. “Positive. I might have some later.”
Gage seemed appeased by that, and he leaned back on the sofa with another piece he’d taken from a box in his hand. I started to look at the television, but Huck’s eyes stopped me. They were locked on me, and there was a scowl between his eyes. Unsure of what I’d done to deserve it, I turned my attention to the television.
“You like basketball, Trinity?” Levi asked me.
I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever watched an entire game.”
Levi took a bite of pizza, winked at me, then turned his attention back to the television.
Gage had invited me to sit by him, and Levi had winked at me. A sick feeling began to settle in my stomach. Did the fact that I’d had sex with Huck now mean they expected me to have sex with them? They shared women. Was that why they were being so friendly? They were normally nice, but they didn’t bring me into their space like this. What was happening now was definitely new. I liked Gage and Levi, but I didn’t want to have sex with them. I wasn’t attracted to them in that way. Huck held that position. The thought made me flinch. I’d opened my legs for the man every time he asked. He always walked away. Why had I expected him to be different this time? Because we’d had sex? Because of the conversation in the car?
“I’m going to get some water,” I said, standing up. “Can I get anyone something?”
Levi held up his beer bottle. “A new one? Please?”
“Same,” Gage added.
I turned to look at Huck, and he shook his head, then put the cigar back between his lips.
Trying not to run out of the room, I focused on keeping myself calm. No one was going to force themselves on me. Gage and Levi wouldn’t do that. I would handle this like an adult. Tell them no if it came up. This would be fine.
I walked over to the fridge and pulled out two beers like the one Levi had shown me. There were three different kinds in this fridge. I realized I needed to make a grocery list. We were low on several items. Closing the door, I turned and almost dropped the beers when Huck’s chest was blocking me.
I looked up at him, and he reached for the beers in my hand and set them on the counter. I watched him, unsure of what this was about. Were we going to talk about it? Somehow, I doubted that.
“You come on my dick, then go sit beside Gage?”
Was he seriously upset about that?
“You barely acknowledged me. Gage invited me to come in and have pizza.”
“I acknowledged you. What did you expect from me? We fucked.”
That stung. I wasn’t going to let him know it.
I placed a hand on my hip and straightened my shoulders. “I didn’t say I expected anything from you. I said you didn’t seem interested in my presence, and Gage was.”
Huck took a step closer to me, and I took a step back. We did this until my back was pressed against the fridge. He placed a hand on either side of my head, caging me in.
“If I leave you sleeping in my bed after we fuck, then I care about your presence. But this is fucking. Not a relationship or shit with emotions. I don’t do that.”
That cleared things up. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t.
“I didn’t call it anything. I didn’t assume we would ever do it again.” That was a lie, but one that was required.
Huck smirked. “You expect me to believe that?”
God, this man was full of himself. Did he think because he had a big dick with a piercing in it that did really amazing things that women worshipped at his feet? Probably. I wanted to hit him, but it would do no good. I’d seen his chest naked. It was a chiseled sculpture.
“As you know, this fucking thing is new to me. I wasn’t told the rules,” I snapped at him angrily.
His eyelids lowered, and he leaned closer to me. “You say fucking with that pretty little mouth again, and I’m going to shove my dick back into your tight pussy before it’s recovered.”
I swallowed hard. There he went with his dirty talking again. I said nothing. I wasn’t sure I trusted myself.
He ran a finger down the side of my face. “Good girl,” he whispered.
When he praised me with that endearment, I wanted to climb up his body and lick him. I was insane. Sex with this man had flipped some switch in me. I needed to find it and flip it back.
“Now, you’re gonna go back in that room, give them their beers, and bring your ass over and sit in my lap.”
“Are we playing pretend for them now?” I asked, shocking myself with my sass.
He grabbed my chin and leveled me with his gaze. “Don’t get smart with me. You don’t want to fuck with my territorial side.”
My bravado was now gone. I nodded.
That damn smirk was back, and then he turned and left me in the kitchen. I gripped the side of the island and took several deep breaths. I was wet and terrified at the same time. I didn’t know if I wanted him to fuck me or if I wanted to run away from him.
Picking up the beers, I walked back into the living room and took each of them a beer. Gage was watching me when I walked back over and didn’t sit in the seat beside him. I made my way over to Huck, who put his cigar back between his lips, then held out his hand for me. I took it as I eased down onto his lap.
Leaning back against his chest, I didn’t look at the other two men in the room. I watched the television. Yes, I was being obedient. Huck had told me what to do, and I had done it. This kind of behavior should annoy me. Any sane woman who had self-respect would have told him no.
I was so damn needy to belong. His ordering me around aroused me. I wanted to make him happy. I liked it when he called me a good girl, and that right there was screwed up. When he moved his hand to my thigh, I held my breath. I had on shorts tonight, and I wished it were a dress.
Huck took the cigar from between his lips, and I felt his warm breath near my ear. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Open,” he said in my ear.
I glanced over to see the other two watching the television, then moved my right leg over to drape over his leg. His hand slid inside the leg of my shorts. The moment his fingers touched the soaked silk of my panties, he stopped.
“Go put on my shirt and nothing else,” he ordered me in a low whisper.
I was not going to argue. Standing, I headed for the stairs, then stopped and quickly changed the laundry over before hurrying upstairs to change into the T-shirt he had given me to use my first night here. Taking off my panties and bra before slipping it on, I made my way back down to the living room. Huck’s eyes locked on me when I entered, and the other two men didn’t seem to notice me. When I reached Huck, I realized he had a blanket beside him.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me down onto his lap, then covered me up. Once the blanket was over me, he pulled the shirt up to my waist. Knowing he didn’t want them to see me like this made my anger at him from earlier fade a little more. I didn’t understand him, but I liked that he wasn’t willing to share me. At least if he were willing, he wouldn’t care that I had on no panties and they could see me if they tried.
Huck pulled my right leg over his leg and left me open. I leaned back and closed my eyes as he moved up the inside of my thigh. His fingertips barely brushing my skin. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from making a noise when his fingers touched me. I realized that I was tender, and I jerked when his callous fingertip rubbed the entrance.
“Easy,” he said low against my ear.
I barely nodded and opened my eyes to stare at the television. I couldn’t focus on anything as I stared at the people running back and forth on the screen. Huck began to gently circle my clit, and I shivered, pressing against him.
I could feel the hard rigidness of his erection on my butt.
“You’re so fucking wet that it’s dripping down my fingers.” His dirty words being said in a whisper against my ear only made it worse. “You’re sore though,” he added. “Right here.”
Then, he slid a finger inside me, and I grabbed his arm with my hand. A low rumble of laughter in his chest vibrated against my back.
“I’ll be gentle. Lie back and let me play,” he told me.
Again, I did as I had been told. If he called me his good girl right now, I might orgasm. Although they couldn’t see anything, I felt naughty, having Huck touch me like this with them in the same room. My hands fisted at my sides as Huck gently tortured me with his fingers while he smoked his cigar and watched the basketball game.
“Heat has got this one,” Levi said, but I didn’t look at him. I kept my eyes on the television.
“When this is over, I want to see what they’re saying about tomorrow night’s fight,” Gage told him.
My breathing hitched, and I tried to calm down. I could not orgasm in this room. For starters, every orgasm Huck had given me, I had done that squirting thing, and second, I was loud. While this felt incredible and I didn’t want him to stop, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to control my orgasm.
Huck kept smoking, like watching television with his fingers buried in a woman’s vagina was normal. If it wasn’t for the heavy breathing I could hear in my ear, I would think he wasn’t affected by this at all. A jolt of pleasure hit me, and I turned my head away from the others and closed my eyes tightly.
“Lift your ass,” Huck whispered.
I did, and I felt him unzip his pants and jerk them down before he took my waist and pushed me back down. His erection was no longer inside his pants, but between my open folds. He had maneuvered that too smoothly. As if he was a pro. I didn’t want to think about it. How many women he’d done this with. That was a bit of cold water in the face to calm me down.
Until he began to stroke himself between my legs. Making it rub against my clit and slide easily up and down with the lubrication of my arousal. I gasped when I felt the metal bar of his piercing hit my clit. Thankfully, the team Levi was rooting for did something good because he cheered and it drowned out my noise.
Huck’s heavy breathing in my ear, along with what he was doing under the blanket, was too much. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. He was getting me worked up to the point that I no longer cared who was around to see or hear me.
“Are you gonna come?” His voice was a hoarse whisper in my ear.
“If you don’t stop,” I said breathlessly.
His hands grabbed my waist and picked me up, then turned me to face him. I straddled him and slowly eased down as he kept the blanket around us. His erection slid against me, and I rocked my hips to get friction. I wanted that bar on my clit again.
“Out.” Huck’s deep voice startled me as he turned to glare at the other two guys.
“Damn, I was hoping you’d forgotten we were here,” Gage replied, and Huck tensed under me.
“NOW!” he shouted.
“We’re going. We’re going,” Levi replied.
Huck didn’t move until they were gone, and then his eyes swung back to mine. “Do what feels good,” he told me.
I lifted my body up until the tip of his cock rubbed my swollen clit, then rubbed it back and forth. Needing more, I leaned forward until I felt him at my entrance. I sank down so that the tip was inside of me, and I rotated my hips.
Huck’s hands went under the shirt and started squeezing my boobs and twisting my nipples. I let it go a little deeper, then rocked back and forth with it barely inside me. The sensation felt amazing. Huck said nothing. He kept his hands on my chest while I experimented, finding pleasure. I was afraid to let him sink fully inside of me. He was right; I was sore.
I started to bounce on about one-fourth of his length. Huck pulled the shirt up and over my head and held my waist while his eyes watched my breasts rise and fall with each move I made. I started going faster, feeling the buildup. The metal bar rubbed me, and I realized I might be in love with that piercing.
“That’s it,” Huck said. “Be a good girl and get yourself off on my cock.”
The dirty talking … yes, I needed the filthy words. I was close.
“I want to see you squirt all over my cock.”
“Oh God, Huck,” I moaned. “Oh, oh.”
The surge was there. My body began to tremble, and I cried out his name some more like a chant before it burst free. Huck held me, keeping me from falling forward onto him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.
I could feel the now-familiar release, and I knew that was what he was watching. I continued to jerk and cry out in his arms as the pleasure hit me several more times before it stopped. Gasping for air, I looked down and saw his soaked hard length. I guessed this was something that I was going to do and needed to get used to it.
“I got the chair wet,” I said.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He picked me up and placed me in front of him.
“You didn’t get off.” I pointed out the obvious as he stood up.
“Not yet, but I’m about to. Bend over and put your hands on the table. I’m going to come all over this juicy ass.”
Oh my. Okay. Obeying him excited me. Huck palmed my butt cheeks with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. He grabbed a side and made it jiggle, then groaned. He continued to slap it just hard enough for the extra fat back there to bounce. I watched him over my shoulder as he pumped himself harder. His slaps on my butt got more forceful.
I realized I was getting turned on again. I felt each slap of his hand between my legs. I wiggled my butt this time, needing him to hit it again.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Shake it like that.”
I did as he had said, and he began jerking faster. His mouth opened slightly as he kept his gaze locked on my butt. Every time I gave it a shake, he made a noise.
“Fuuuuck. Oh fuck, yes,” he growled, and then he let out a shout as strings of white semen shot out onto my butt.
He stood over it, pumping himself, watching his release coat me. When he was done, his gaze moved to mine. I was breathing hard too. Completely turned on by what I’d just watched.
He scooped some of his release up with his finger, then shoved it between my legs and made a pleased sound in his chest. I let him continue his playing until he was done. When I finally stood back up, he lowered his head and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sank into him. I loved the way he felt against me.
“Downstairs,” he said to me, breaking the kiss.
I remembered the bedding. “I’m not finished with the bedding. It’s in the laundry.”
“Don’t fucking care.” His hand slapped my cum-covered ass. “Downstairs.”
