Chapter 1

Kipp

Bunny readjusts her head on my chest and continues faintly humming “Don’t Stop Believing” while scribbling the lyrics along my forearm.

I know Captain America is responsible for saving people, but I didn’t think he did the shit in real life.

But here he is.

Getting my woman to cuddle me.

Touch me.

Even make noise around me.

And because his goofy ass magically breathed life back into her – even if it’s just for the duration of this damn thing – The Losers is now going to the second-place position on my all-time favorite movies.

I still think it could use a few more car scenes though.

Then again, I think most movies could.

All of a sudden, the actions that literally jumped the dead battery in my chest begin fading about as abruptly as they began, prompting me to glance down to investigate why.

To see if I need to jolt them again somehow.

The sight of her peacefully drifting off immediately has my shoulders dropping in unfathomable relief.

Hell, when I first got into bed, she curled up so far away from me, I swore Nolan was wrong.

That she’d never touch me again.

Consider touching me again.

That I wasn’t just the last car she’d pick on the lot, but one she’d rather leave there without than ever drive.

The shit hurt so much I almost gave up and volunteered to just go back downstairs.

To go back to picking up the one part of my life I still know how to manage even in shambles.

Yet…like the low roar of a 1967 Mercury Cougar…Nolan’s voice idled in the back of my brain reminding me to man up.

Take the wheel.

Stay on the charted route, not the one her asshole ex wants us to take.

Having Bunny slowly gravitate closer and then eventually begin doodling on her own ink covered skin until I offered mine felt like running a necessary diagnostic test to confirm you’re making the right call before actually taking your tools to it.

And given that her doodling hand is now wrapped tightly around me while her soft breaths are heating up my chest, I have no choice but to admit our old man was right.

She needs to know we’re not going anywhere.

That we can adjust some shit to her needs; however, we’re not giving her up.

There’s no, for sale sign, in her window.

I’d rather be run over by an eighteen-wheeler eighty thousand times than ever even consider not fighting to keep her in our lives.

Not doing whatever I gotta do to keep us together.

I casually tuck one hand behind my head, wind the other protectively around her, and allow myself to close my own eyes for a minute.

She’s not the only one who hasn’t been sleeping.

And she damn sure isn’t the only one who’s been having nightmares, although mine are admittedly about trying to fix vehicles that are damaged beyond all repairs.

Pretty sure that shit is just a metaphor that I don’t need.

I’m not entirely sure how long I’ve been passed out when the sound of someone entering the room has my eyes flying open.

Nolan’s small, crooked grin over the sight of us snuggled lights up the space like a pair of high beams, a vision that instantly has me doing the same as I sexily purr, “ Welcome home, Sir. ”

“I like this welcome.” His arms fold firmly over his dress shirt at the same time the corners of his lips curl higher. “I’d like it even more if you were both naked…or if Rabbit were holding me an ice-cold beer.”

There’s no missing a beat from her.

She swiftly lifts the arm that’s coiled around me and flashes him her middle finger, proving yet again that our woman’s still in there.

She just needs a bit of a restoration job.

And the big mechanic in the sky knows I’m damn good at those.

“Evening to you too, Rabbit.”

The announcement of time has me tilting my head in confusion. “Fuck, really? It’s already that late?”

He slowly nods. “You needed the rest.” His gaze cuts to her next. “ You both did. ”

“Have you been gone this whole time?”

“Yeah.”

Jealousy does its best to blare too loudly from the backseat. “You and our attorney have dinner too, or did you happen to save at least one meal for the people you’re actually fucking?” His mouth twitches to bite back when Bunny unexpectedly pinches me in the ribs causing me to croak. “ Ou! ”

Nolan arrogantly chortles while our girlfriend props her chin up on my chest to give me a glare of disapproval.

“Why did you-”

The sardonic head tilt instantly provides the answer.

“But I-”

Her lifted eyebrows force me to back down.

Shift to reverse.

Relocate my stare to the man standing and sheepishly state, “Sorry.”

Nolan lightly laughs again prior to saying, “Thanks, Rabbit. That was actually better than you bringing me a beer.”

She shoots him a sassy wink and rests her head back on my chest to resume her cuddling position, an action that encourages me to pat the empty pillow beside us. “Get in bed.” His reluctance is painful to see yet easy for me to push past. “Get in bed with us, Sir .”

Heavy, hungry, low grumbles are followed by him toeing off his shoes and crawling into the stretch of bed behind Bunny. Once there, he drapes an arm over my arm that’s still wound around her while I keep the other extended to lightly toy with the strands of his hair that I can reach.

His thumb gently stroking me inspires mine to lovingly brush Bunny and Bunny in turn to sweetly caress the spot she hurt only moments ago. For just a moment…for just a long…overdue moment…the three of us quietly lie in absolute peace.

The shit we used to have more often.

That I look forward to having full-time again as soon as possible.

Eventually, I angle my attention towards my best friend. “Why were you gone so long? Was there…uh…” a nervous lump springs upward forcing me to pause to push it back down, “trouble?”

“You could say that.”

Our girlfriend’s head tilts just enough to inform us she’s listening.

“The meeting with Garcia was perfect.”

It’s impossible not to frown over his word choice.

“All of our cases are legally well in motion and favorable.”

“Then what was the issue?”

“McAdams was in Spike Village.”

At that Bunny completely rotates in our grasp to face him, horror so tangible I swear I can practically feel her skin crawl.

“ Relax, Rabbit .” Nolan quietly demands while looking directly into her eyes. “ He’s gone. ”

“You kill him?” I instantly inquire on the heels of his proclamation. “That what took so long?”

The sarcastic expression I’m shot is attached to a snarky statement, “ No. I didn’t commit first degree murder in fuckin’ broad daylight, Kid.”

I would.

For them.

“I’m smarter than that.”

To our surprise, our girlfriend playfully wiggles a hand around as if arguing otherwise.

His good-natured glare drops to hers at the same time his hand lowers to cup her ass, brushing against my crotch. “Someone’s being a very naughty Rabbit…”

“You mean she’s being a Bad Bunny ,” I teasingly interject only to be met by two confused expressions. “You know…like the…like the rapper?”

Nolan’s brow pierces tightly together. “Why would you name yourself Bad Bunny?”

An innocent shrug is all I can present.

“That’s a terrible name.”

He doesn’t wait for any sort of retort.

“You know when I was your age-”

Bunny immediately places a hand on his chest and shakes her head in disapproval, an action that instantly gets me snickering.

“ Fuckme ,” our boyfriend grouses under his breath. “Did I really almost just say that?”

She eagerly nods while I verbally respond, “You did.”

“Out loud?”

“For all of those with good hearing to hear,” I goad between chuckles.

He grumbles and groans prompting our woman to giggle.

Snuggle in closer.

Provide him with a gentle pat of reassurance that I wish were accompanied by words instead of just light laughter.

Although, who the fuck am I kidding?

Hearing her laugh is like having NOS injected directly into my engine.

I’ll take the boost.

Any boost.

Post our laughter dying down, I proceed with searching for the answers we need. “What happened with McAdams?” Bunny resumes her tense nature the instant his name has been spoken a second time. “Is he locked up? In the ER? Buried alive?” It’s impossible to keep mirth out of my begging. “ Please, say buried alive, Nolan. ”

“Back in Florida.”

In tandem, the two of us present him with curious glares.

“Garcia called in a couple of favors and had him tailed through the city the second he had that information. One team followed him from his business meeting to the lakeside lunch he had, where they were tagged out and another pair in. That pair followed him to a bit of jewelry shopping on Raft Row – thank fuck Garcia had me dressed up, so I didn’t stick the hell out – which is where we took over surveillance. We followed him from there to the private strip where I watched him board his plane while Garcia pretended to arrange his own private airfare shit.” Nolan briefly pauses. “I mean I assume he was pretendin’. Hard to say sometimes. That fucker has more money than I realized. My ass should’ve never offered to pay for brunch.”

Pretty sure him paying for brunch just makes the shit sound even more like a date, but I ain’t about to check those fluid levels.

Not when there really is more important shit to focus on.

“You’re sure he got on that plane?” I calmly prod knowing it’s what Bunny would ask if she were speaking.

“I watched that shit with my own two eyes.”

“And you’re sure he landed in Florida ?”

“Garcia had a couple of contacts spot the plane, watch him exit, and then take a few photos for confirmation. I didn’t leave until I got them.”

The softest, sweetest sigh shakes Bunny’s entire frame as she seems to melt into the mattress.

“How does he have so many fuckin’ contacts?”

“He’s a businessman.”

“You said he was an attorney.”

“He is. And the law is his business. Let’s leave it at that.”

Or we could not.

Or we could dive deeper into all that shit, so I feel a little less threatened by the Jag that randomly pulled into my driveway and started convincing my best friend to get behind the wheel for a fucking joyride.

Swallowing my displeasure over his response is difficult yet necessary. “So…McAdams is gone?”

“Yeah.”

“ Gone, gone ?”

“Yeah.”

“ Gone in 60 Seconds Gone? ”

“For now.” My mouth twitches to ask something else when the hand that’s wedged between Bunny and me presses gently against my dick. “ Focus on that. ”

How the fuck can I focus on anything when his knuckles are lightly kneading my cock?

Hearing me quietly groan encourages him to chortle and rub a little harder. “ Or that. ”

Against my own volition my hips sway forward to silently beg for more. Our hungry actions haphazardly knock into Bunny who instantly glances over her shoulder to spot the movements. I expect her to scoot closer to Nolan, to wordlessly declare that she’s not interested in being physical, yet she doesn’t.

She arches her back.

Uses her ass to assist his hand in its torturous touches only to pull an even more frustrated groan out of me, “ Fuckkkinggghelll, please tell me we’re shiftin’gears… ”

“ Is that what you want, you filthy little fuck? ” Nolan slightly increases his speed forcing my eyes down to a heavily hooded state. “ You wanna come all over my hand? ” Mindless moans are attached to a small rock forward. “ You wanna come all over our dirty little slut? ” My breath hitches at the same time hers does. “ Give her a fresh fuckin’ white coat? ”

There’s no ignoring the way my cock swells to the point of pain as I plead, “ Yes…Yes, Sir. ”

“ Beg ,” he commands while curving his fingers to practically cup my balls.

“ Fuckkkkk, p-p-please, Sir, ” comes out in airy puffs like a car clearly running out of fuel. “ Please, can I come ?”

Bunny’s faint whimper has our boyfriend’s efforts relocating to her. “ Is that what you want too, Rabbit ?” His fingers flex, digging into the ass cheek that’s barely covered by black panties. “ You want Sir to make you come? ”

To my surprise, she slowly shakes her head.

Shoots us both heated, hard to resist glances.

Rolls onto her back which inevitably causes us to rearrange our own arms prior to her softly sighing, “ I want you to both paint me white. ”

Between her choice of words and the fact it’s the first time we’ve heard her speak to us in almost a fucking week, I damn near bust on the spot.

Hell, I don’t care what I have to sacrifice to the patron saint of sedans to keep her talking, I will.

Every goddamn day.

Fucking I can live without.

Technically have lived without.

Not hearing her ?

That’s the shit lemons are made of.

And I mean the cars – obviously.

Not the fruit.

Like my own relief, my best friend’s is so palpable that I can’t resist the urge to physically touch it.

To let the few fingers dangling near his head dive into his hair.

Scrape his scalp.

Gently claw to let him know I’m just as grateful and excited as he is to have our woman coming back to us.

“ You really want that cum, baby? ” I lightly brush my nose along the shell of her ear. “ Then fucking take it from us. ”

Nolan’s greedy groan of agreement is followed by him curling one leg over hers, trapping her to the mattress. “ Be a good little slut …” he begins in tandem with working his dick out of his dark slacks, “ and do exactly what our filthy fuck says… ” Once it’s free, he yanks up the edge of her sweatshirt to expose the beautiful, brown skin near her thighs. “ I don’t wanna see a single fuckin’ drop land on our mattress. Understood? ” She dreamily nods and reaches for his cock only to be instantly stopped. “No voice, no dick. ”

His rasped declaration has me chomping down on my bottom lip in an attempt to swallow my groans.

“ Yes, Sir .” Our girlfriend’s breathy acknowledgement is instantly rewarded. She uses her left hand to roughly grasp his shaft and begin stroking while meeting my gaze and purring, “ Be a good little filthy fuck and give me your cock too, please. ”

Even if I wanted to resist, I couldn’t.

No.

It’d be easier to turn down keys to a free Rolls Royce Phantom than to not give the woman we worship my dick for jerking.

Getting my hard cock sprung loose and into her other grip leads me to mirroring our boyfriend’s angled posture.

Despite Bunny pinned underneath both of us, she quietly implores, “ Closer. ”

Our bodies expeditiously follow the order.

Add more weight to her frame.

“ Closer. ”

Our knees knock into each other while anchoring into the space between her now spread wide thighs.

“ Closer. ”

The contorting continues until the position she clearly wants is achieved.

Rather than using two hands, she opts for only one.

Smashes our shafts together.

Grips tightly.

Gradually grinds them against one another during the deliberately slow strokes.

“ Holyfuck ,” escapes through Sir’s gritted teeth as he struggles to watch our dicks rub together. Hearing and seeing his excitement spews more precum not only past my tip but along the edge of his. “ Fuckkkk! ” is barked much louder. Needier. Leads to his hooded glare finding mine. “ You filthy little fuck…You’re practically coming for me already. ”

More wetness dribbles free slipping between our shafts.

Bunny steadily jerks, spreading it from top to bottom, smearing and coating and bathing every single inch of our cocks from root to tip in the thick, shiny stickiness that’s leaking from us both. Having his hardness ceaselessly crashing against mine has my sac repeatedly tightening, and each time our slick heads scrape together, I swear I’m one breath away from being the first across the finish line.

The combination of hearing him continuously growl like the engine of an idling muscle car and feeling his vibrations shoot straight through my cock to the point I swear I’m humping a sex toy, and Bunny’s incessant pumping that purposely brushes our balls for an added toe-curling sensation is all too fucking much.

Too fucking overwhelming.

Too fucking impossible not to start throwing myself into the jerking.

Fucking his cock with mine.

“Such a greedy little fuck, ” our boyfriend pants, inspiring me to yank his hair, an action that receives a pleased hiss. “ Fuckin’ take that dick too. ”

I instantly wind my other hand around our dicks – covering the side she isn’t – dig my fingers into hers and begin thrusting faster.

Harder.

Savagely slamming into our hold over and over and over again while watching precum perpetually pour down, promising that what we all want is only mere seconds away.

And fuck, even seconds seems like seventy oil changes away.

Choppy breaths from Bunny have me thoughtlessly commanding, “ Look at me. ” The moment she does, I crush her mouth with mine, tongue reclaiming the familiar territory to the same brazen speed my dick is charting the new one.

Abruptly pulling back only occurs to yank Sir over.

Claim his mouth with the same intensity.

Insanity .

I once more slightly detach myself in order for all three of us to collectively become a mess of tongues and lashes and licks that are so seamless that who is starting and ending where is unknown.

Doesn’t matter.

Is nonexistent, as our mouths fuse to one filthy mess of heat and spit at the same time our lower halves surrender to the unremitting, ferocious stroking.

Sir suddenly grabs a fistful of Bunny’s sweatshirt and yanks her downward. “ You little fuckin’ cum dumpster… ” Scorching bursts suddenly cover my cock on kick after kick causing mine to instantly follow suit. “ Fuckin’ take it. ” His tugs down are echoed by my hips thrusts up. “ Fuckin’ bathe in the shit. ” Her lower half hastily heaves upward so that her pussy collides with our thrumming balls. “ Fuckin’ show us who the fuck you really belong to… ”

The quick disappearance of her grasp initially creates a faint disappointment, yet watching her fingers, those same fucking fingers that just drained us dry, dive into our pool of cum and drag it around until it’s not only coating her thighs but soaking her panties right on top of her clit replaces that feeling of loss with something undeniably primal.

“ Be a good girl, baby ,” leaves me in a hoarse voice I barely recognize. “ Taste us. ”

Reluctance isn’t even considered.

She swiftly scoops up what remains, extends her tongue, and lazily drags the opaque mixture length wise across the eager muscle.

“ Fuckkkkk ,” our boyfriend growls prior to grabbing the side of her face to relocate her gaze to his. “ Look at me while you swallow. ” He glides his thumb over and scrapes it towards the back of her throat. “ Beg to be fuckin’ fed, you hungry little slut. ”

Raffish whimpers are attached to her greedily levitating towards his frame, mouth anxious to please.

To be pleased.

The mess that flows free is muffled and muddled yet fresh from the dealership clear. “ FeedmeSir. ” Bunny inches her head closer in tandem with her fingers slipping the filthy remains underneath the damp fabric of her panties and inside her pussy. “ Feedyourlittleslut. ”

He possessively groans.

Dives his thumb in deeper.

Groans again as I clamp my hand on top of hers and compliment, “ Such a good girl not wasting a single drop. ” Slamming my hold down forces Bunny’s two digits further inside. “ Now, fuck it. ” Another hard hit is delivered. “ And suck it. ” Sir’s thumb tips towards the point of no return. “ Use our cum to fucking come. ” This time my smashing sends her back off the mattress, leaving her head to crane itself at an angle to continue to be filled from both ends. “ Show us how good our little slut can really be. ”

Strengthening my grasp along with Nolan doing the same has Bunny headily riding her fingers, bucking and sucking and fucking and gagging.

Her entire figure ceaselessly curls.

Contorts.

Convulses.

Contorts again.

Trembles and shudders and twitches so constantly along side her screaming that it’s possible to know exactly when one orgasm begins or ends or another starts.

Not that it matters.

The only thing we give a fuck about is that Bunny Abernathy is ours.

She knows it.

We know it.

And before we put that asshole ex of hers six feet underground, he’ll know it too.