Chapter 10

Raven

" H ey, Little Mouse." Hunter steps into my room. "What are you up to?"

"I'm trying to read, but the pain in my lower back is making it so I can't concentrate. Everything hurts. My legs, my feet," I whine, tossing the book onto the bedside table. "I love this little one, but I'm not a fan of the pain pregnancy brings. I'm so damn big, I feel like a whale."

"Shut that sexy mouth of yours." Hunter sits on the bed next to me. "You are not as big as a whale. You're fucking gorgeous; don't you get that every single one of us have hard cocks like all the time."

I give him a look. "Mhhmm."

"I'm not kidding. You're so fucking sexy that all we think about is pinning you down and fucking you." He shrugs, grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl next to me. "It's becoming a problem. I know it is with me. All I can think about is shoving my face between those massive tits and rubbing against them like a cat."

"Hunter." I laugh. "Stop."

He grins. "It's true. Sorry, babe. But you're like the strongest hit of Viagra."

"Oh, keep talking dirty to me." I roll my eyes but I'm smiling even though my answer is sarcastic as fuck. "You're crazy."

He chuckles, taking my foot and placing it in his lap. He starts to massage it, and I groan. "Fuck, that feels good. Keep doing that." I lean back against the pillow and relax. I don't even bother to smother my sounds of pleasure at how damn good it feels. My feet are so damn swollen.

His hands start to slowly move up, massaging my legs next. "Your hands are like magic," I moan.

"I know something else that's magic," he chuckles.

"Perv." I huff out a laugh.

"Always for you. Also, loved your little show outside with Quinton the other day."

My eyes snap open. "You have cameras out there too?"

"Oh, Little Mouse," he chuckles. "I have cameras everywhere."

"Of course, you do." Then I narrow my eyes. "That better not include the bathroom."

"Maybe it does." He wiggles his brows, and I'm filled with mortification.

"Hunter!" I gasp.

"I'm just fucking with you." He starts to cackle. Fucking asshole.

I grab one of my pillows and start to beat him with it. "You're such a dick!" I shout.

"Alright, alright!" He laughs, grabbing the pillow. "Get on your hands and knees, and stick that sexy ass in the air. Let me get your lower back."

"Fine. Only because it really hurts."

He helps me move into position, and I hug a pillow, getting into a little ball. His hands really are magical. He starts to dig his thumb into the right place. "Fuck yes. Just like that, don't stop."

Is it normal to be so aroused when you're getting a massage because I'm fucking dripping right now?

"Little Mouse, keep making noises like that, and I'll be giving you other reasons to say those words."

"I don't care," I groan as he digs his thumb in. "Too good."

Hunter shifts behind me, but I don't pay any mind to it because his hands never leave my body.

That is until one of his hands moves to pull my panties to the side. I'm only dressed in Link's shirt and panties, so nothing stops him when he presses the tip of his cock against my pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"I told you. Keep making those noises and I'll give you another reason for them. Shh. Be a good girl and let me fuck you while I massage your back."

I don't argue as he pushes inside me, getting another even louder moan. Fuck, his cock feels so damn good. All those piercings rubbing along my inner walls. So fucking good.

"That's it, baby. Just like that."

He slowly fucks me as he keeps working out the kinks in my lower back. I'm in heaven right now. Hunter thrusts in and out of me, going at a steady pace until I'm a moaning mess. "Are you close, Little Mouse? I feel you trembling around my cock."

"Yes," I breathe out.

"Good girl." He thrusts back in. "Just relax. Let yourself feel."

The feeling part I have no trouble doing. The relaxing part isn't going to happen. My clit is aching, and I desperately need some sort of friction. Using one hand, I slide it between my legs and play with my clit. I whimper, my pussy clamping around his cock. "Naughty girl," he chuckles. "Play with your clit for me, Raven. And cum for me."

I moan as I continue to rub my clit, adding just the right amount of pleasure. It doesn't take long before I'm biting down on the bed, crying out as an orgasm washes over me. It's a soft but lingering one. Just as amazing as every other one I've had.

"So damn perfect," Hunter grunts, and then he's cumming too. He fills me, cock jerking, sending rope after rope of hot cum inside me.

I sigh happily as I come down from my climax.

"Best massage ever," I murmur as he pulls out of me. He chuckles and slaps my ass.

"Be right back, going to run you a bath."

I just lay there, happy and dripping with his cum until he comes back to scoop me up. He places me in the warm water and I moan, the water feeling so good against my aching bones.

"Raven," he says in a warning tone.

I grin up at him and brush his bleach blond hair out of his face. It's starting to grow back. I miss it. "You should dye it blue again."

"If you want me to." He grabs my hand and kisses the palm. "You're amazing."

"Nope, pretty sure that's you." He grins, giving me a smirk.

I close my eyes and just relax in the water. I love the foam block for the tub, it helps me lay back and relax so I'm not in an awkward position.

Then I feel the water move, and I open my eyes to see a now naked Hunter slip into the tub. "What are you doing?" I ask, thinking he might try to cuddle with me or something.

He gives me a wicked grin. "I forgot I haven't gotten my taste of you yet today. Can't have that now, can we?" Hunter loves to eat me out at least once a day. But right now?

"Hunter, I'm in the bath."

"I know," he replies. "I love me some deep sea diving."

And then the crazy bastard takes a deep breath and shoves his head under the water.

I gasp as he throws my legs over his shoulders and his mouth finds my pussy. "Holy shit!" I shout, hands clamping down on the sides of the tub.

Hunter goes to town on my pussy, and I'm partly in shock with what the fuck is going on and partly so damn turned on.

My hand slips underwater, trying to push him away but the fucker grips my ass cheeks and holds his face to my pussy.

"Hunter." I'm trying to warn him to get the fuck up now before he kills himself, but it's also hard to think with his mouth latched onto my pussy.

The water sloshes over the side as I try to fight with him, to get him up.

Finally, he brings his head up, hair dripping as he gasps for breath. "Listen, woman, I'm staying down here until you've cum on my damn tongue. So stop fighting me or you're going to fucking kill me."

And then he dives back down.

"Stubborn fucker," I grumble but it turns into a moan as he starts to eat me out again. This time I do my best to focus on what he's doing, how his mouth feels on my pussy.

He thrusts his fingers into me as he sucks on my clit, hitting my sweet spot when he curls his fingers.

"Fuck," I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut as a wave of pleasure hits me. This is supposed to be a relaxing bath.

Thankfully, I'm still sensitive from before, so it doesn't take long until I'm close to cumming again. He licks and sucks, tongue slipping in when he pulls his fingers free before going back up to my clit and fucking me with his fingers again.

Not wanting the asshole to drown, I reach down, grab a handful of his hair and hold him where I need him, grinding his mouth against my pussy in the exact way I want. He lets me and a few seconds later, I'm cumming.

I cry out, cursing his name as my grip on his hair nearly pulls the damn chunk out. But I don't keep him there long before I'm yanking his head out of the water.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I demand, chest heaving as the pleasure still lingers.

All he does is laugh. Fucking laughs. "I'm sorry. I needed to taste you. Couldn't wait."

"You really do have a fucking death wish, don't you? You crazy bastard." I close my eyes, willing my breathing to even out as my heart pounds. "Didn't know you were that eager to taste your own cum because you didn't even let me fucking wash up before going deep sea diving."

"I don't mind." He shrugs, running his hand through his wet hair. "I kinda like how we taste mixed together." He gives me a wicked grin, and damn it, it turns me on again.

He sits up on his knees, placing his thick, pierced cock right in my face. Long and hard. If he wants to play, game on.

Leaning forward, I grab him by the hips and pull him towards me, bringing his dick to my mouth. "Shit," he curses as I suck him down all the way to the back of my throat. "If you wanted to suck my dick, all you had to do was ask."

I pinch his ass cheek, making him grunt as I start to bob my head.

There's a faint taste of my release and his on his length, and he's not wrong, it's not that bad.

Hunter moans, lacing his fingers through my hair as he starts to thrust into my mouth. But the thing is, I'm not just doing this to make him feel good. Or the fact that I really do love sucking all of their cocks and listening to them fall apart for me.

With my left hand, I reach blindly for the thing I'm looking for, hoping he doesn't see me. Thankfully, after a moment, my hand wraps around it.

I keep going, sucking him good, making sure to use my tongue until his legs start to shake and the sounds coming from him are downright vulgar.

"God, Little Mouse, your mouth feels so damn good. You're the best blowjob giver I've ever had."

I pull off his cock enough to glare up at him. "I'm the only blow job giver you've ever had."

He just grins down at me and shoves his cock back into my mouth. Not going to be so cocky in a moment.

I get him close again. "That's it. Fuck, so close. Almost there. God, so damn good."

Taking the object I was looking for, I bring it to his ass, lifting it between his cheeks.

"What are you doing, Little Mouse?" he asks. I grin around his cock and press the item to his tight hole.

"Raven," he warns, trying to pull me off him, but I wrap my arm around his ass, holding his cock down my throat as I shove the slim vibrator up his ass and turn it on.

"Fucking hell!" he roars, his whole body jolting in surprise. But he's cumming, hard down my throat. I struggle to swallow because there's too much and he's moving a lot.

I pull off him and start laughing as he curses and shouts. He's still cumming, cock twitching out every little bit of his release. And the toy is still in his ass.

Cum is flying everywhere, he's scrambling to get the thing out of his ass, and I'm laughing so hard I think I've pissed myself.

Finally, he gets a hold of it, pulling it out and tossing it across the room. It vibrates against the floor, the sound filling the room.

"What the fuck was that!" He gapes at me with horrified eyes.

"Oh, don't act like you didn't just cum so hard you almost blacked out," I manage to get out between laughing fits.

"You fucking play dirty." He glares at me.

"Don't do stupid shit then." I raise a brow. "As hot as that was, you could have fucking drowned."

He lets out a breath, not bothering to argue with me. "I don't regret it."

"And I don't regret watching your cock go off like a wiggly noodle sprinkler."

"Noodle?" he scoffs. "Baby, this is a roll of bologna. Nice and thick and long."

"What!?" I'm dying of laughter again. I swear, the shit that comes out of his mouth is too much sometimes.

"I'm done. We're done." He pulls the plug and gets out. Grabbing a towel, he brings it over to me. "You're on time out."

"You're a big baby." I laugh as I let him help me up and out of the tub.

"And you're a meanie," he pouts.

"Hunter, did it feel good?" I ask him, trying not to smile. "That toy in your ass? I bet it hit just the right spot."

"We'll never talk about this again," he grumbles, not answering my question. I just smile and lean forward to kiss him softly.

"I love you. And thank you for taking care of me."

"I love you too. But I'm gonna go downstairs and rethink everything in my life."

He leaves me wrapped in a towel, muttering something about wondering if that's what gay guys feel.

I don't think he expected that, but with these guys, you gotta keep them on their toes. Expect the unexpected. If they can do crazy shit, so will I.

"LET'S GO SEE WHAT YOUR daddies are up to." I kiss Andrew's chubby little cheek and carefully make my way downstairs.

As I reach the bottom, I'm met with hushed arguing. Brows furrowed, I head towards the kitchen, stopping just before the entrance.

"Raven deserves to know. She's affected by this the most out of anyone," Quinton growls, slamming his bottle of beer on the table.

"And she will," Link hisses, leaning over the table to get into Quinton's face. "When I know more about what the fuck is going on.

"That's not how this works," Travis cuts in. "She knows what we know."

Link's attention snaps over to Travis. "And what if we tell her this, get her hopes up, and it's all a lie."

"It's all over the news," Taylor argues. "There's going to be press conferences all day. The man is dead, Link."

"He's not fucking dead until my connections tell me otherwise." Link's voice is low, and dangerous.

Dead. Who's dead?

Quietly, I take Andrew over to his swing and place him in it. Once he's strapped in, I sit on the couch and turn the TV on, clicking on the first news station I can find.

"Billionaire business tycoon Tyrone Roberts has passed away." My heart does something funny as my belly swoops and I break out into a sweat. My eyes slowly widen, lips parting as I continue to listen to what the news anchor has to say.

She goes on to say that he's been battling cancer for the past year, and that he disappeared from the spotlight so he could battle his illness in the privacy of his own home.

"Unfortunately, as of a few days ago, Tyrone lost his fight with cancer. A small service will be held with his close family and friends..."

I don't hear the rest as I stand up and make my way over to the kitchen. "He's dead?" I ask and all five of their heads turn to me.

Link sighs heavily. "That's the word."

"You don't believe it?"

"No, Little Bird, I don't. Not until Freddy gets back to me with confirmation that he's ten feet under the ground."

"Why would it be all over the news if it wasn't true?" Hunter asks.

"Do you believe everything you fucking see on TV?" Link snaps. "I'm sorry, but it can't be that easy. A year of looking over our shoulder, of watching our every step, every move, all for nothing? You mean to tell me the whole time the reason why no one could find out anything about where he was and what he was doing was because he was held up somewhere fighting cancer?"

"High society people have done it before," Quinton says. "It's a way to keep things out of the news. To just disappear until they know themselves what they are dealing with. He was already slowing down with work, taking himself slowly out of the spotlight even before he became a threat to Raven. If his cancer got worse, it put him in a vulnerable situation. A powerful man like him wouldn't sit there and be an easy target. He would hide where little to no one knew where he was. He lost his battle, so what's the point in hiding now?"

"Why go through all that trouble to hide, just so his people can expose it to the world?" Link shakes his head. "I don't buy it.

"Maybe he's been dead for a while now and it took time to figure out what would be said to the public?" Hunter asks.

"I'm not going to believe shit-all until Freddy shows me proof the man is dead." Link looks at me and takes the few steps across the kitchen, stopping toe to toe. "Don't celebrate yet, Little Bird," he murmurs. "I need to know you're safe. They're safe." He looks over my shoulder to where Andrew happily babbles away, oblivious to the dangers of our world.

"I know," I whisper, his gaze drifting down to where my hand is placed on my belly and then up to my eyes. His are swimming with uncertainty, and I don't blame him for being skeptical. In this world, you need hard-core proof and even then it might not be enough.

A FEW DAYS GO BY AND every second of not knowing makes me more and more antsy. I'm eight months pregnant now. My hormones are all over the place, my feet hurt, my back aches, and I'm just annoyed.

So when Link steps into the house, eyes finding mine with this intense look I know he has something.

The guys file in after him, their energy upbeat and vibrant. "Did you hear anything?"

"Oh yeah, baby," Hunter cheers, hopping over the back of the couch. He plops down next to me and grabs my face for a rough kiss.

I blink back in shock as he lets go and lets out a laugh. "I'm going to guess it's good news?"

"The best fucking news. Ding, dong, the witch is mother-fucking dead."

I look up to Link for confirmation, trying not to get my hopes up. "Is he?"

"My connections have confirmed it. Seen his body and everything. The pathologist is one of Freddy's men. He was the one who did the autopsy." I have no idea who this Freddy guy is, and I don't ask. "Guess the whole time, the fucker really was dying and didn't want the world to know about it."

"You don't seem too convinced," I say, but he just shrugs.

"I don't let my guard down, Little Bird, you know that. Even if I saw the man dead with my own eyes, I'd never feel free. I killed my own father, yet I still think he's going to pop out of the shadows at any moment."

My heart breaks. No matter what, Link will never feel like we're safe. And he's right, we never truly will be. Not in their line of work. There will always be someone after them, us. If it's not my father or his, it's someone else.

"So, we're free?" I ask him, not allowing myself to feel anything until I hear it from his own mouth.

"Free? We're never free, Little Bird. But from him? Yeah, it looks like it."

Closing my eyes, I take a few slow, deep breaths. I heard the words, I know what they mean but still, I myself don't believe it. Not after all this time of living in fear of when he will attack or make his next move.

"We need to celebrate," Hunter says. "Get the fuck out of this house, get a little bit of normalcy before Baby Bird is born."

"And what did you have in mind?" Taylor asks. "No way in hell we can do what we would normally do to celebrate." He means the race track. The twins haven't been since the time I stole that guy's car and nearly killed myself. Their words, not mine. I was fucking amazing if I do say so myself.

"Something fun. Something for the family," Quinton adds, and I smile. "There's the fair."

"The fair?" I ask.

"Yeah, the next town over is having a little fall fair. Nothing much. Just some carnival games, and hay rides. Some really good food."

"Sold." I try to jump up but my belly won't allow it. I huff and Quinton chuckles, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. "Let's go."

"Wait," Link says. "We're not going anywhere."

"I can't stay in this house for another moment longer!" I shout, finally at my wit's end. "I'm losing it, Link. I feel like I've lost myself. I do the same fucking thing every day. I'm depressed. I just want to get out, please."

I hate that I'm crying. I hate that I'm making a bigger deal of this than I should, but I'm just tired of everything. Both physically and mentally.

He grinds his jaw, nostrils flaring, as I try hard not to lose it further. "Let me get some of the crew. I'm not taking any chances."

"Thank you." I give him a watery smile and wipe my face before taking a deep breath.

He's dead. My dad is dead, and now it's time to live my life. Fucking finally.