Chapter 2

Bunny

“You really don’t need to make me a cake, baby,” Kipp sweetly states from the seat beside me, fingertips unable to resist brushing a fallen strand away from my face.

“And you really didn’t need to make me dinner,” I counter on another bite. “But here we are.”

“You needed dinner.”

“And you need a birthday cake.”

The eyeroll I’m presented is instant. “No one needs a birthday cake.”

“On behalf of all your fellow playground peers, Kid, I’m gonna have to object.”

Laughter floods the kitchen space joining the instrumental melodies that were the soundtrack to his shirtless culinary show.

Turns out in the shop he likes his Mozart and Beethoven, yet while cooking he prefers modern spins of them done by any random instrument such as the accordion.

Which is not nearly as unsexy as I’ve always thought it was.

Then again that could be because my boyfriend is sexy swaying his ripped frame around to anything.

And I do mean anything.

I may have a small obsession of watching him dance to The O’Jays while I’m working on my laptop.

Once his amusement has died down, he leans forward onto one elbow and asks, “How’s your omelet?”

“Cheesy. Pretty sure Gordon Ramsey would have your ass for this.”

Additional chuckles get his bare torso lightly bouncing.

Cutting off another small piece precedes offering it to him. “Want some?”

He simply shakes his head. “Eat up. You need the fuel.”

“And you don’t?”

“I’ve eaten this week.”

“So have I.”

“Crackers don’t count.”

“Then neither do animal crackers.”

His mouth bobs around in objection but not a single word manages to escape.

“ Exactly. ” Extending the egg towards him is accompanied by a teasing smile. “Don’t make me pretend this bite is a roadster in desperate need of parking.” The growing grin on his face inspires mine to widen. “Neither of us want that.”

“Maybe one of us does.” He playfully argues prior to leaning forward, allowing me to slide the contents into his mouth. “Maybe one of us might be into roleplaying.”

“Is that technically roleplaying?” It’s my turn to let laughter fill the room. “Are you telling me you wanna fuck me while I’m dressed up like a Transformer?” Feigned appalment appears in my expression. “Or something more exotic like a character from Robotix?! ”

“That show wasn’t about cars.”

“They were carlike. ”

“They were alien robots.”

“That’s carlike!”

“That’s nothing like cars.”

“So, you’re telling me that fucking me as a car is acceptable but as an alien robot is not?”

“I’m telling you I wanna fuck you anyway and every way you wanna let me fuck you, baby.”

There’s no hiding the hungry moan the words ignite.

Maybe I should do that now?

Maybe I should hop onto this table and let him eat me while I eat what he made me ?

That seems like a win, win for everyone.

I bet if I double crunched those numbers that’s exactly what they’d say.

“ Be a good girl ,” my gearhead deliciously purrs, “ and keep eating for me. ”

It’s impossible not to initially pout; however, when there’s an audible grumble from my stomach to reiterate his point, I’m met with a cocky smirk.

Ugh.

How is he a balanced spreadsheet?

How can one person be so sweet and so smug?

He needs a personality audit.

I need a little more information on how he got this… wonderful, and if maybe I’m missing some data.

Perhaps he took an online Casanova course?

They probably have those.

They have everything else online.

“Back to the cake discussion,” I huff at the same time I break off another portion.

“No discussion,” Kipp casually insists on a shrug of his shoulders. “And no cake.”

“Yes cake.”

“No cake.”

“Yes cake.”

“ No cake. ”

“You’re gonna make me break out my inner Rhi Rhi and then the only thing that’s gettin’ eaten is me .” The snarky retort is finished with an even sassier swallowing of food that prompts him to warmly chuckle. “So, Lightning McQueen- ”

“You know I don’t like those movies.”

“-tell me-”

“I almost find them offensive.”

“-what type of birthday cake you want-”

“More offensive than you trying to classify Robotix as a car cartoon.”

“-before I conspire with our boyfriend to get you a Cars themed one out of spite.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Another bite of my omelet is extended in his direction on a sarcastic stare.

“ Fuck, alright ,” he caves and consumes the egg piece. “How about blue?”

“Blue isn’t a type of cake, Kid. It’s a color .”

“I’m not hearing a difference.”

“Yet you have no problem being able to differentiate the sounds of a Porsche and Ferrari.”

“Those are two different fucking languages!”

More giggles seep free as I swipe another bite of the first real meal I’ve had since learning about the inevitable.

I never truly doubted that he would find me.

I mean I hoped for something different.

Afterall, being with them is different.

I feel seen.

And wanted.

And adored.

And safe.

I wanted to be wrong.

I wanted him to have lost my trail, but I knew better.

I’ve always known better.

That’s what’s kept me moving.

That’s what’s got me wanting to move now in spite of lecturing myself about that being the wrong call.

Nolan swears the SOB is back in Florida and that we have nothing to worry about and that we have time as well as space to get out of the red and into the black, but my history with him tells me otherwise.

My history with him tells me that it’s a mistake to have hope .

To believe I’ll live.

That we’ll live through the terror that’s to come.

I don’t wanna doubt that we’ll survive, but the odds aren’t exactly in our favor.

“Why are you so anti me making you a birthday cake?” I question on a stab of the sausage crumble, not wanting more thoughts of my stalker to sour my pleasant mood.

“Why are you so pro ?”

“Maybe because it’s something I’ve never gotten to do before?” The confession is accompanied by me poking at other fallen pieces from the dish. “Or maybe it’s because it’s something I never thought I would get to do?” Additional scrapes at the scraps are made. “Or maybe it’s something I wanna do to show you how much you mean to me? How grateful I am that you were born? That I get to have you in my life?” Realizing I’ve rambled too much is what pushes me to lighten my tone back up and meet his gaze. “Or maybe I just need something to do while you two are busy checking out headlights and bumpers for ten hours tomorrow.”

“We’re not going to that.”

“You are.”

“ We aren’t. ”

An unhappy grumble out of me appears as I shove the bite into my mouth; however, rather than continue the argument more in-depth, our attention gets redirected to where Nolan is sauntering through the front door for the first time since he left for work in the middle of the night. “ Fuckme, I don’t know what aches more, my feet or my balls.”

Kipp thoughtlessly snickers during the rising to his feet while I cheekily snip, “I know which one I can make ache more .”

“Really, Rabbit?” He tosses his keys on the nearest countertop. “Is that anyway to greet the men in your life?”

“ One of the men in my life.”

The sound of the fridge shutting is followed by the boyfriend who didn’t go to work today strutting across the room to hand him a cold beer. Once it’s in his possession, Nolan grunts, “ This. ” Kipp flops onto the edge of the couch I still haven’t been near since finding that note. “ This is a hero’s welcome.”

“And what exactly makes you the hero?” I playfully poke. “You didn’t make me dinner.”

“I brought home the items to make you dinner.” He uses the edge of the coffee table to pop off the cap to the glass bottle. “I should at least get partial credit.”

“Giving you any credit would be a bit of a reach, Mutt.”

“I’ll always take a bit of reach , Rabbit.”

The cocky wink he shoots me immediately receives a gag. “Why are you like this?”

“Why would you want me any other way?”

His counter unfortunately threatens to make me smirk, something I hide behind another forkful of dinner.

I wouldn’t ever want him to be any other way.

Or The Kid.

They’re perfect for me just the way they are…even if I know I’ll never be what’s right for them.

Because how can I be?

How can being the reason they have blood on their hands and have to look over their shoulders and scrutinize every stranger they come across twice as hard be anything other than a fucking burden?

A literal nightmare .

“Why do your feet hurt?” Kipp cautiously inquires.

“Did a lot of walking.”

“You’re a tow truck driver,” I continue to tease. “That’s a lot of sitting .”

“But being a boyfriend looking at lumber yards and home improvement stores in between gigs is not .”

His odd announcement prompts The Kid to investigate further. “What are you trying to build?”

“A bed.” He indulges in another swig. “A new bedroom .” Nolan shrugs prior to toeing off his boots. “Maybe a whole fucking new place? Who knows.” His lack of eye contact during the describing only adds to its warmness. “Whatever y’all want, we’ll do.” The shoes get kicked a short distance away. “I just know that we can’t keep sleepin’ on my tiny ass mattress forever.” Finally, he lets his gaze meet ours again. “My nightstand makes a shitty fuckin’ pillow.”

Kipp lightly chuckles, “Yeah, well, I feel like fucking Hobbs trying to fit into a goddamn Tin Lizzie.”

An additional grunt of amusement escapes Nolan. “You definitely know how to fingerpaint a picture, Kid.”

“Should we put it on the fridge?” Snickers leave our partner, yet a glower graces Kipp’s expression. “What do you think, Mutt?”

“I think you should crawl over here and suck my cock.”

Stopping my teeth from sinking into my bottom lip can’t be done.

“I think she should crawl over here and sit on it.”

Light whimpers bump into my teeth as they seep into the thickening air.

“Both are acceptable options for a hero’s day of work,” Mutt chortles while adjusting himself to a more relaxed position on the couch, brown gaze gliding over to our boyfriend. “ Be a good filthy fuck and take out Sir’s cock for our dirty little slut… ”

There’s not an ounce of hesitation from Kipp to let his hand cross the short distance.

Loosen Nolan’s belt.

Undo his button.

Drag his zipper down to grant him access inside as Mutt merely watches.

Presses his lips to the lip of the bottle.

Hungrily grins.

I’m not entirely sure of exactly when I rise to my feet; however, the instant I’m there, his eyes cut to me.

Twitch a glare.

Wordlessly command me to my knees which I breathlessly drop to.

“ Naked ,” he demands, gravelly voice grating my skin to the point it breaks out in goosebumps. “ I wanna watch you get wet for me. ”

Ditching his old, Pink Floyd t-shirt is swiftly followed by placing my palms on the cold, hard ground just as The Kid wraps his hand fully around Nolan’s exposed dick. The initial grasp not only grabs a loud, guttural groan from Sir, it hoods his glare.

Threatens to lull his head.

Has him struggling to keep his stare on me prompting my own frame to begin moving.

To join the battle for his attention.

Two sets of eyes latch onto my swaying frame, and despite the fact neither are within touching distance, my entire body shudders as though their fingertips are roughly tugging at my nipples and brushing my clit and teasing my pussy with tiny prodding meant to toy with my patience.

Sanity.

The sight of precum leaking from Nolan’s tip encourages me to grow wetter, but watching Kipp use just the edge of his thumb to swirl it around, to circle the area they want my pierced tongue, summons the slippery muscle to needily mimic the action while uncontrollably panting like a possessed puppy.

“ Such a greedy fuckin’ whore, ” Sir arrogantly grumbles, beer bottle creeping back towards his lips. “ Say it, Rabbit. ”

“ So… ” my voice wobbles along with my figure during the last stretch of my approach, “ greedy. ”

He groans in approval, and The Kid echoes the sentiment.

“ You want both of us ?” Sir savagely grabs a fist full of my hair to yank me between his legs. “ One in that ass and one in that tight little cunt ?”

Choked bits of air are the only answer I’m capable of giving.

“ Stretch her for us, ” he demands to Kipp at the same time he slams my face onto his thigh beside his swollen shaft. “ I wanna see you split that ass wide open. ”

“ Yes, Sir… ”

Whimpers prepare to propel themselves through the air when they’re abruptly cut off by the unexpected cold liquid being drizzled down my back. Trembles instantly tear throughout my system causing me to uncontrollably twitch and pull away and attempt to flee from the frigid fluid dripping towards the wetness already coating my lower half, actions that prompt Nolan to simply tighten his hold.

Smash my face into the side of his cock.

More beer begins traveling the same path, racing to reach the floor between my legs, yet it’s smoothly rerouted.

Pressed against my tiny, taut back hole.

Spread around and around and around until the next rush of coldness appears to assist in the easing of a digit inside.

My sharp gasp is muffled by Nolan slamming me into the side of his dick again. “ Lick. ”

Letting my tongue enjoy a long, lecherous swipe barely precedes The Kid airily announcing, “ Fuckkkkk, I don’t think we’re gonna fit, Sir. ”

“ Spread her cheeks. ”

Reluctance is nowhere to be found.

“ Hold ‘em there. ”

Moans meld against my makeshift gag as the next crisp stream is granted more direct access. Mindlessly, I rock back into the pouring, anxious to have the liquid sliding down the back of my lower lips but even more desperate to be filled.

To fulfill the earlier suggestion of having them both in me at once.

“Use your fucking tongue and do what I said. ”

There’s no verbal acknowledgement, just a physical one.

Less than gentle stabs begin in the tight area; however, the amalgamation of his scorching hot tongue and the still cool liquid, create such a deliciously delirious combination that I eagerly buck into it.

Match the pacing with my hips.

Suck and slobber the length I can reach to the same rhythm, dying to have something – fuck – anything to temporarily mollify the increasing ache.

I brazenly arch my back for whatever resistance remains to easily be broken by his tongue.

Then his finger.

Then his tongue and finger in tandem before his tongue is replaced by a second digit.

Two inevitably becomes three once actual lube joins the slippery mess, and when that occurs I incessantly huff, impatient for the toying to stop and the fucking to begin.

Getting me straddled in Sir’s lap isn’t a tricky feat.

No.

Sliding him inside as he buries both hands into my messy locks and his tongue possessively into my mouth is second nature.

It’s the angling of my ass high enough for The Kid to join us that requires me to smash my hard nipples against Sir’s chest and tangle my arms tightly around his neck for stability.

“ What a pretty little whore ,” Nolan rumbles against my earlobe, attention plastered over my shoulder where Kipp’s dick is inching deeper inside. “ You look so fucking beautiful with both of us in you. ”

My sopping wet muscles instantly swell in gratitude over the crude compliment forcing both men to growl louder but The Kid to pant, “ Fuccckkkk, I’m not gonna last long like this. ”

“ You’ll last until I tell you not to ,” Sir slyly states, hands relocating to spread my cheeks wide. “ Now, be a good boy and fuck her into me. ”

Kipp’s hands swiftly latch onto Nolan’s shoulder at the same time he ruthlessly thrusts forward. Screams initially fly through the air yet become buried in the back of the couch cushion due to The Kid using a fistful of my hair faceplant me into it.

Unrelenting pumps, pierce my ass, perpetually pulling the under used muscles further and further apart, sparking a blissful burning that sets every nerve ending in my body on fire.

Each barbaric jerk is attached to a gritted teeth grunt that’s instantaneously reciprocated by Sir. He repeatedly digs his fingers into my bouncing cheeks to keep me pinned between them, to keep me absolutely under their control.

Their whims.

Their nonexistent mercy.

I’m unremittingly slammed into Sir who simply remains still.

Lets our boyfriend ravenously get him off by using me to do all the steady stroking.

Continuously being fucked forward has my clit callously being caressed over and over, a sensation that calls to my toes to curl and my thighs to tense and my teeth to sink into the couch while desperately trying to hold onto the climax I’m more than ready to surrender.

“ Fuckmeeee, can you feel that shit? ” Sir crassly investigates. “ Can you feel how bad she wants our fuckin’ cum? ” My sopping wet pussy constricts further. Does its best to drown his dick while my ass attempts to swallow Kipp’s. “ Is that what you want ?” He suddenly delivers a sharp slap to my backside. “ Is our cum dumpster ready for another load ?”

I practically wheeze around my quivers, “ Ohmyg- ”

Kid’s harsh yank of my hair severs the word. “ Our. Names. ” It’s impossible to ignore how his shaft swells during the command. “ You fucking call our names when you come, baby. ”

“ Sirrrrrr! ” leaves my throat in the highest pitch possible as my slick muscles begin to pulsate, creaming his cock. “ Sirrrr! Sirrr! ” Throwing myself into the delectable throbbing, determined to ride the wave of the first orgasm directly into the next is accompanied by more screeching. More carnal crying. “ Kiddddd! ”

“ Fuck ,” is quietly barked under Kipp’s breath.

“ Fill her up, ” Nolan demands in tandem with completing his order. “ Our dirty little slut needs to drip from both ends. ”

Blazing hot bursts barbarically blast into me from two locations. Regardless of technically being separate, split by the thinnest amount of skin, the heavy splashes knock into one another causing an ongoing oscillation of surges that don’t end until cum is not only leaking from both holes but being smeared across my body like warpaint.

Because these are my warriors

And our relationship is absolutely something to keep fighting for.