11. Happy Anniversary

Chapter Eleven

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

A rriving at the docks, the tires caused a crunching sound of the gravel underneath the rubber as the car rolled to a stop. Joey parked the Challenger right in front of the same abandoned building where Layne had first encountered the darker side of his occupation. It was the very same day he made the best decision of his life; the day he decided to let her go free instead of carrying out Franzetti's contract on her head.

Joey exited the car, with Gage helping to ease their girl out of the backseat and back over Joey's shoulder. Securing her with one hand, Joey reached into the pocket of his black tactical pants with the other. He grabbed a set of keys and tossed them over to Gage who snatched them from midair and unlocked the building, allowing his brother to enter with Layne first.

With less resistance in the afterglow of her orgasm, Layne kept herself steady by holding onto the back of Joey's shirt. She still wanted to give them both an earful for interfering with her plans for today, but it was pointless to try when they couldn't comprehend her past the gag firmly lodged in her mouth.

The door clicked shut behind the three of them once they were inside. The interior of the building hadn't changed much from a few years ago. It still looked just as abandoned but with more cobwebs and the same musty and ancient office furniture.

Layne was slid off of Joey's shoulder and down onto a chair, wrists still held captive by the handcuffs Gage had slapped on her. Being upright, she could more easily see a few of the differences in the room from the last time she had been in it. The air mattress on the floor was the most obvious addition and next to it was a cooler.

They didn't bother securing her to the chair, both of them confident in their abilities to prevent her from running off. The bigger threat was how much she was going to lash out at either one of them before they were done here. Further validating their confidence, when she went to stand up, Gage came behind her and pushed down on her shoulders to get her ass back in the seat.

The boots Joey was wearing softly thudded against the floor as he double-checked several of the locks and windows before circling back to stand in front of her. With his face still obscured by his hallmark skeleton mask, his eyes were truly what gave his lust-filled intentions away.

Gage's hands remained pressing onto her shoulders to keep her in one place; the way his fingers massaged the muscles of her upper back, he was doing his best to relax her.

Joey leaned over with his hands braced against his thighs as he stared at Layne. "It's not often anyone gets second chances, Layney, but when the opportunity presents itself, I've learned not to turn it down. Do you recognize where we are right now?"

Not bothering to fight the obstruction in her mouth, she simply nodded at him. How could she forget anything about the fateful day he entered her life? It was the day their story began.

"Good." His eyes glanced at Gage and he gave a curt nod. The gesture prompted his brother to loosen up the straps of the ball gag until it was removed from her mouth and returned to Gage's pocket. If she got mouthy again, it would be easily accessible.

Layne opened and closed her mouth several times to ease the ache from her jaw. Her cuffed hands came up to wipe the trail of saliva away from her chin. "This is fucking ridiculous. I told you both last night that I just wanted to be left alone for one goddamn day."

Gage's hand wrapped itself around her hair and tugged her head back. "Baby, it's not your turn to talk yet." He leaned over and pressed his mouth to hers with a softness that was in stark contrast to what would look like a rather grim sight to an outsider; two masked men holding a woman hostage in an abandoned building.

After that tender kiss, Gage smirked at her. "But if you prefer one of us to fill your mouth with something other than the gag, we will be more than happy to oblige."

When Gage eased up on Layne's hair, her attention was drawn back to Joey. He moved his hands to the top of her bare thighs while squatting down in front of her. "Now, be a good girl and tell me what I want to know." His hands squeezed onto the tops of her legs, digging in firmly with his fingers to make sure he had her attention.

"If the question is if you're both in such deep shit right now, then yes. You better pray when I get these cuffs off that both of you are miles away." She rolled her eyes with a fierce attitude and shook her head at their audacity of going to this extreme length. On a day where she always woke up in a foul mood, they hadn't exactly made it any better. Well, except the orgasm on the way here hadn't been half bad…

Joey laughed. "There's the part of you I love the most. All the attitude and confidence behind your words, even when you're not in a position to be pitching threats."

He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Do you think I don't know you well enough to be several steps ahead of you? I bet you were confused when your gun wasn't in the nightstand drawer earlier, huh?" He had already been shot once by an O'Reilly, he wasn't looking to make it two-for-two when they caught her off guard at the house earlier.

She huffed out a breath in frustration. "You know today of all days is my one day for myself. It's not about you."

Tugging his mask down, Joey leaned down and dragged several rows of kisses up over the soft skin of her inner thigh as he inched closer to her center. His thin layer of scruff brushed against her body as he murmured, "That's where you're wrong, Layney." His hands forced her legs apart wider as his final kiss was pressed to the damp fabric of her boy shorts.

Behind her, Gage tossed his mask and gloves down onto the floor. Each of his large hands ran over her shoulders and down onto her chest until he slid them into the top of her tank top. His palms found her firm and round tits and began to knead them in his grasp.

Layne quietly fought the moan her body wanted to respond with at both of their touches. The weight of her desire began to impact her breathing as her heart sped up and her core pulsed with desire. Her damn body was trying to betray her again.

Continuing, Joey pulled his face away from between her legs to peer up at her, "Today is about me, it's about you, and going forward it's going to be about the three of us." The warm pools of his espresso eyes were full of certainty and promises. "Are you going to be a good girl for us? Today can be all about allowing us to worship every fuckin' inch of your body until you've come so far undone that there's nothing left of you for us to take. All you have to do is say the words, Layney."

Still, with his hands down the front of her tank top, Gage's fingers pinched her stiff nipples, twisting them between his fingers. It elicited a gasp from her as her body shifted under his touch. Each tug at her body had her hardheaded attitude faltering.

While Layne was struggling to be amenable to the new terms of what this day was going to be about, Joey's hand commanded her attention as it grabbed under her jaw.

"I asked a question, you know what happens when I ask twice," his gravelly voice deepened into the cusp of a growl. His other hand dropped between her legs, grabbing at her thinly covered pussy.

Lustful thoughts were already filling her eyes as one set of hands continued their exploration and play of her breasts, but when Joey introduced his rough handling of her body, all she could think about was hunting down her next release.

Layne's full lips parted in anticipation of the gasp pulled right out of her. Losing a battle she wasn't sure she even wanted to win, she whispered, "Make me your good girl." Her voice was breathy from the shameless desire that had eaten away her self-control.

Joey smirked before sliding his mask back into place, his eyes glanced at Gage who pulled back from Layne bearing a grin brimming with excitement at the playtime they were all going to have together.

She was promptly pulled to her feet as Joey lifted her arms above her head and lowered them around his neck. Her cuffed wrists ensured that she wouldn't be escaping the proximity of his body.

Coming up behind her, Gage put his hands to better use by yanking her boy shorts down from her hips until they fell to the floor. Once his job was done there, he left to find the bag he had dropped off in a corner earlier.

Impatiently yanking at his belt, Joey's hands opened up his pants before pulling out his impressively-sized dick that ached to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her. His hands grabbed onto the back of her thighs and hoisted her up until her legs wrapped around his waist.

Layne's arms tightened around his neck as her ankles locked behind him. His cock was already teasing the slick entrance of her body. She stared at his mask-covered face as he walked with her until her back hit a wall.

"Don't hold back," she instructed him. If either of them wanted to make today not about her emotional wreckage, it needed the physical intensity to shatter the mental barriers.

"Oh, I wasn't planning on being gentle, Layney. I plan to fuck you like I just stole you." He drove his cock roughly into her, proving his point. He groaned as he felt her tightness squeeze around him.

She tilted her head back against the wall as she loudly moaned out as he forced her body to mold around him. Her nails clawed into his upper back, finding any part of him to latch onto.

His hips drew back and pushed into her again, the head of his cock attempting to spear straight through her. The way her arousal warmed his cock, he wanted nothing more than to forever live buried deep inside her.

Despite the mask covering the lower half of his face, she could still feel the heat of his breath against the skin of her neck as he panted with his efforts. Equally, her labored breaths were expelled as she continued to voice out the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her.

"You should have taken my dick just like this the first time we were here together." His hands squeezed onto her legs tighter. Allowing his lust to drive his movements, he sped up his thrusts to keep fueling both of their needs. Roughly he claimed her body, his hips nearly bruising in their intensity as he used his strength to take her.

Barely able to keep up with her breaths between her moans, she gasped at the thought of if Joey and she had caved to their desires the same day they had met. "I-I… I would have never given it to you."

She groaned out as the tip of his cock stroked over the sweet spot deep within her core. With every shove of his hard length into her, he was pulling at the string wrapped around her release, getting closer to unraveling it.

Lifting a hand, Joey tugged his mask down and then snatched up her throat in his grasp. "Don't lie to me, you would have let me fuck this insatiable pussy of yours however I wanted."

His lips feverishly kissed her lips, swallowing up her moans hungrily. The strength of his hand squeezed around her throat, placing enough pressure to have her feel the slowing of blood on the way to her brain before releasing the hold. Joey repeated the process of squeezing and releasing several more times as his hips drove into her.

With the power of his thrusts jolting her against the wall, her body quickly ramped up towards its climax. "Fuck, Joey! I-I'm gonna come!" Her body was already wildly squirming against him as her insides trembled.

Joey dropped his hand from her neck down to her hip where his other hand joined it, steadying her body so he could continue fucking her even harder there against the wall.

He growled into her ear, "You're gonna suck your cum off my cock when I'm done with you. You better be fuckin' hungry." His teeth caught the bottom of her ear lobe, giving it a possessive nibble.

The metal links holding her wrists together pulled against the back of Joey's neck as her body tensed around him. His words were just enough to pull the trigger to fire off her orgasm. The walls of her pussy clenched onto him as her release spilled over his cock, coating every thick inch of him.

Gage was finishing the last few touches of his setup over by the air mattress when he heard Layne's screams of ecstasy as she came for Joey. Listening to her moans while Joey had her wrapped around his dick had been a sweet form of torture. He was more than ready to have his turn with her and the way his erection was fighting against the confines of his pants had him tempted to reach in and take the matter into his own hand.

As Layne's high began to clear enough that she wasn't holding Joey's dick hostage inside of her, he pulled back, fighting the urge to blow his load into her pussy.

Joey groaned as the cool air outside of Layne's body met the wet skin of his cum covered dick. Moving quickly, he let her down on her feet and ducked out from the circle of her arms. He grinned, urging her down onto her knees, "Show me how much you enjoy tasting yourself on my cock."

Layne sank to her knees, her hands holding the fabric of his boxer briefs away from his dick still standing at full attention. Her cum shone against his skin, mixing in with his clear precum leaking from the tip of his length.

Her tongue snaked out and stroked a long line along the underside of his cock. The flavor of her mildly sweet juices mixed with the taste of his flesh.

With one hand braced against the wall in front of him, Joey dropped the other to the back of her head. "Layney," he groaned as his cock twitched when her tongue made contact with him. "You better not be fuckin' teasing me down there." He tilted his head to look down at her.

She smirked and looked up through her dark lashes at him. "Would I ever tease you?" The hint of snarkiness tainted her words.

His hand fisted her hair. "Open up, smartass," he ordered.

Opening up her mouth wide, she drew him into her mouth, sealing her lips around him. Sliding her mouth down over his length, she taunted him with the dance of her tongue.

The sensation of her sucking on him while her tongue did its wicked movements had Joey hissing out a string of curses. Layne's head bobbed back and forth along his cock, cleaning him of all the evidence of her release.

Trapped in pleasure's passage of time, it didn't feel like long before Layne's throat was squeezing around him prompting his hand to firmly push her head even closer to him as he groaned loudly, "Fuuuck!"

Several thick spurts of his seed shot down into her throat, quickly filling up her mouth before she swallowed his release.

Layne slowly pulled her mouth from him, sitting back on her feet as she looked up at him with swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and a satisfied smile.

Heavily breathing, Joey weakly smiled at her before leaning over and helping her onto her feet. He pulled out a key to her handcuffs and popped them open, releasing her wrists from the steel bracelets.

Joey's finger and thumb held onto her chin gently as he looked into her eyes. To think he had been so lucky to fall head over heels for the woman in front of him on this day a few years ago had him wishing for nothing else in life.

He leaned over and lovingly captured her lips momentarily before whispering against her mouth, "Happy Anniversary, Layne."