Chapter 9

Nolan

Is it my funeral today or November’s?

Because I’m starting to think that the big mechanic in the sky sent these two here to kill me.

By any means necessary.

The Kid slowly whirls his tongue around the rim of my asshole for the third time, forcing my fresh out the shower, naked frame to fold further forward and ram my dick deeper into poor Rabbit’s throat.

And I say poor Rabbit like our dirty little slut doesn’t love choking on my cock.

Except that she does.

The fact that she’s on her knees, practically smiling while swallowing me, screams that she fucking does.

Sopping wet constrictions are followed by dribbles of spit spewing past the corners of her lips yet instead of simply watching them cascade down to her heaving chest, I find myself catching it with the tip of my thumb.

Lifting it to my lips.

Tasting what I taste like off her tongue.

Rabbit whimpering at the action prompts The Kid to abandon his teasing and roughly shove his wet muscle deep inside.

“ Fuckfuckfuck, ” skates through the cracks of my gritted teeth as I curl that same hand around my torso to grab a fist full of his hair. “ That’s right, you filthy little brat. ” I harshly yank him into me to ensure he stays buried in the new territory. “ Be a good little filthy fuck and make Sir come down our dirty little slut’s throat. ”

Groans of approval send vibrations running up my spine.

Down my tensing my calves.

Into my curling toes.

I’ve never had another person in this position.

I’ve never wanted another person in this position.

Fuck, how I even let The Kid get himself into this position to begin with is a bit of an assembly manual mystery.

One minute I’m drying my balls with a towel and the next, he’s licking drops of water out of my ass.

It’s like I fucking blinked and these two were just ready to have me.

Heat from Rabbit’s breath brushing itself against the base of my shaft encourages me to relinquish my hold on the counter and use her head for stability instead. Cradling the back of her skull, my dick is driven deeper and deeper each time he shoves his tongue past the point of the resistance.

The Kid eagerly spreads me open wider, allowing the tiniest bits of cool air to assault me in between his tongue doing the same. The unexpected shock of the cold temperature mixing with the hot not only has my balls lifting in an imploring nature, it has me ruthlessly yanking him back in place again and again and again to prevent the two sensations from continuously making my head spin. “ Fuck me with your tongue like the good little filthy fuck you are. ”

Ceaseless gagging from Rabbit diverts my attention to where tears are waiting on the brims of her eyes to fall.

To let the black droplets of mascara stream downward.

Paint proof that she’s not getting enough air.

That she’s suffocating on my cock.

That she loves strangling herself for me.

On me.

“ Such a beautiful little slut with my dick in your throat… ” I growl at the same time I propel myself forward again. “ You want that cum too, don’t you, Rabbit? ”

Her whimpers spark my groans to grow; however, my growing groans inspire The Kid’s to make themselves known once more against the sensitive back hole he’s determined to destroy.

Barbarically bucking back into his sloppy stabs leads to him savagely shoving the muscle in faster and faster, pushing me deeper and deeper into Rabbit’s throat to the point he’s literally using me to mouth fuck her.

The first sharp slap to my ass cheek results in my head falling backwards on an animalistic grunt while the second has me tightening the grip on both my partner’s heads.

Mercilessly smothering them.

Their screams.

Commanding on every pull into me that I’m the only fucking thing they consume.

“ Fuckkkkkkk ,” sizzles across my tongue as my rocking falters, knees knocking into each other. “ Fucking swallow that shit for me, you dirty little slut. ”

All of a sudden, just as familiar kicks of my cock begin, my boyfriend abandons his hold on one of my cheeks, reaches all the way around, and helps me pin our woman’s face in place to take every single burst. Feeling her throat incessantly clamp down during each gulp causes additional grumbles to rattle my frame leaving me no choice but to abandon my holds on them to be propped up by the bathroom counter.

At that point, both of the people I know are giving me gray hairs – I can fucking see them – sit back onto their hunches and victoriously snicker.

See.

Trying to fucking kill me.

Good natured teasing prepares to leave me when The Kid leans around my legs to lick the mixture of tears and spilled cum off the very edge of Rabbit’s jaw.

It’s impossible not to growl my approval, “ Fuck, I love watching you taste her, Kid. ”

“ And I love the taste of you on her, Sir ,” is gravelly muttered back alongside more licking.

And nipping.

And finger nudging to the area his tongue just vacated.

How the three of us actually make it to my truck on time for the funeral – after going at it on the bathroom floor – is a miracle.

A lot like me not wrecking on our way to the funeral right now courtesy of my fingers frantically rubbing Rabbit’s swollen clit while The Kid fucks her from behind in the front seat of my truck.

Something I honestly didn’t know was possible.

“ Pound that fucking cunt, ” I hungrily grumble, on a glimpse out of the peripherals. “ Make our little whore scream. ”

An animal-like snarl slips into the space as he grips her harder and slams her down his cock. “ You heard Sir… ” Sharp sucks of air precede another gnarl. “ Fucking scream for us, baby. ”

While Rabbit’s head snaps backwards to avoid crashing into the roof of the truck, her spread legs aren’t spared from savage treatment. Unceasingly, they’re banged into the dash, carelessly forced to endure what pain comes from the collision due to the pleasure our boyfriend’s providing by his ravenous ramming.

Screams repeatedly start to shoot past her parted lips yet become severed by additional hard hits that result in her pussy doing the screeching she can’t.

Wetness continuously coats my furiously stroking fingers, soaking them in juices, drenching them in their combined depravity, taunting and mocking and doing their best to provoke me into pulling over to join the lasciviousness.

To replace my fingers with my tongue which I’m about thirty fucking seconds or one stop sign away from doing.

“ Good girl ,” pants our partner, pumping becoming increasing feral. “ Such a good girl fucking Sir’s hand like that. ”

Rabbit trembles ignite my own.

Threaten to have my ripping off the goddamn steering wheel.

“ Can you fucking come for him, baby? ” The hint of sugar mixed with his filth has me wishing I had an extra hand to jerk myself off with. “ Can you give Sir a little taste until he can have his turn? ” My fingers slip a little lower to indulge in the sensation of feeling his shaft swiftly sliding in out. “ Can you give him somethin’ to have on his tongue? ”

“ Fucccckkkk ,” creeps out of me prior to my gaze growing hooded to an unsafe point. “ You give me something too, you filthy little shit. ” I work my whole hand so that my palm grinds against her clit in tandem with the tips of my fingers stroking the underside of his dick. “ I wanna taste you leaking out of our little cum dumpster. ”

“ Shiitttttt ,” Kid hisses on a harsh heave. “ You’re makin’ her come, Sir. ” The choppiness in his breath indicates how close he is too. “You’re makin’ her come all over my fucking cock like the good little slut she is. ”

“ Be a good little fuck and make her drip for me. ”

Feral rumbles barely precede him latching his teeth onto the side of her neck and delivering me exactly what it is I’m demanding.

Blistering, thick globs, squeeze themselves past where they’re joined to not only paint his balls but my eagerly twitching digits as well.

What exactly keeps getting our woman this hot and bothered is honestly a bit of a chin scratch.

Whether it’s her “celebrating life” due to constantly being surrounded by death or “celebrating being ahead” of McAdams for once or simply being fucking horny is unknown.

And really doesn’t fucking matter to me.

She wants to be fucked, we’re gonna fuck her.

Time and place are slightly irrelevant.

I say slightly because I’m not entirely sure that we’d leave the middle of the eulogy to bang her in the bathroom.

Then again…I’m not entirely sure we wouldn’t.

Considering the fact that I’m licking their cum off my hand as I pull into the funeral home parking lot, I think it’s safe to say it’s in the realm of possible.

She’s definitely got that type of hold on us.

After finding a spot near the back, The Kid politely helps Rabbit out of the seat they were just sharing while I properly clean my hands and take a moment to check the unread text from Garcia.

Garcia: Getting a second opinion on those spiked lug nuts.

A small smirk of relief slides into place.

Good.

All those fucking bounty hunters are about to learn exactly why they picked the wrong woman to hunt.

Transitioning out of the vehicle occurs around the same time that my boyfriend and girlfriend arrive on my side of the truck, all sated smiles, which is a sight I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of.

I love it when they’re both like this.

Calm.

Peaceful.

Yeah, I know we’re here to pay our respects to November and listen to the town lie about what a perfect man he was when he was alive, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the two people who are alive and well beside me.

Or that I won’t.

“You both have sex hair,” I tease prior to locking the truck. “ At a funeral. ”

“No,” Rabbit playfully argues, fingers reaching for mine, “we have ‘Born to Be Alive’ hair.”

“Isn’t the song ‘Born to Be Wild’?” The Kid casually asks in return, arm draping lovingly around her shoulder.

“That’s by Steppenwolf,” our girlfriend informs and redirects her gaze to him. “And a completely different song.”

“It is?” he innocently ponders.

“Do you just wake up in the morning on a mission to age us, Kid?” I good naturedly goad, getting more chuckles out of him. “Is it called Mission: Most Likely ?”

“Dad jokes?” The Kid freely laughs louder. “Really?” He shakes his head in amusement. “You’re aging yourself there, Sir.”

“Don’t make me put you over my knee,” slips out around my own airy chortles.

“Promises. Promises.”

“Can I get in on that promise?” Rabbit interjects along our walk towards the open doors.

Kid waggles his eyebrows during his questioning, “Being spanked or doing the spanking?”

Additional chuckles bounce around the three of us yet instead of letting myself fully succumb to them, something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention.

Glancing off to the left, I search for what moved, only to see nothing.

No one.

Not even a bird flying low in the sky.

Huh.

Maybe it was simply a leaf.

Or a bug.

It’s probably nothing to worry about.

It’s… most likely… nothing to worry about.

Uncertainty pushes me to grip our woman’s hand tighter as I slyly survey the area again, scanning for anything that can explain what I swore I saw.

What’s got the hairs on the back of my neck beginning to stand.

“Your check engine light looks on,” the male who knows me better than myself some days murmurs under his breath, shifting my stare over to him. “ Explain. ”

I simply stuff down the unidentified notion for the nagging and shake my head. “It’s nothing.”

“ Nolan. ”

“I’m fine, Kid.” Clearing my throat precedes me kicking my chin forward to the open funeral doors and letting go of our woman’s hand. “Take Rabbit inside.” The slowing of my steps is next. “I’ll be there shortly.”

“But-”

“ Go. ”

“But-”

“ Now. ”

He unwillingly surrenders while she stops mid stride, a mere step away from the curb and shoots me a quirked eyebrow.

“Just need to make a quick call about that order we discussed.”

They nod their understanding in tandem and continue towards the pending service.

It isn’t until they’re both safely inside that I veer off in the direction I’m convinced someone was watching us.

McAdams wouldn’t come here.

He’s insane but smart.

Showing up here would be insane but stupid.

He wouldn’t be safe to make a move…unless the move is mentally fucking with us.

That whole toying with his prey shit Bunny described.

Maybe this is him and how he does it.

Sneaks around corners.

Lets you feel watched without being able to confirm you’re being watched.

And he better not let me confirm that shit.

Because if I can confirm it, I’ll kill him and deal with the consequences later.

Once more, my visual skimming of the scene when I reach the building’s corner, seems to pop up nothing, convincing me to get back to my pair. The spinning of my heels is slow and deliberate, yet this time, that’s when the flicker of activity occurs again.

It is a person.

And they’re on the move.

Disappearing around the backs of vehicles.

In between.

Camouflaging themselves as they creep along in such a way that calls to me to follow.

Verify.

Harder pounding abruptly begins in my chest due to anxiousness increasing to the same speed of my quickening movements.

The faster it races, the faster my feet seem to go.

The less I seem to blink.

Fucking think.

All of a sudden, the individual comes to a complete halt at the driver’s side of an SUV as if wordlessly daring me to come get them.

Put an end to everything.

Unfortunately, the second I dart forward, someone else unexpectedly steps into my way causing me to stumble backward. “ Ohmygod, Nolan?! ”

Fuck. Me.

Really?

Of all the people I had to run into today, it had to be her?

The familiar shades of red are ruffled around like a flag being waved, warning me to not only go back the way I came but to avoid even the pleasantries.

Because with Jolene nothing is ever really pleasant.

More like a ploy or a prelude to something much worse than your mind can conjure up at the moment of meeting.

“Did you not see me walkin’ here?” she sasses, preventing my stare from stealing a second glance at the stranger I was chasing. “I’m kinda hard to miss, honey.”

Not hard enough.

“That’s how I got you, ain’t it?”

It isn’t.

“Where ya headed, anyway?” my ex curiously continues to interrogate. “Meetin’ someone for a quickie in the lot?” Mischievousness that makes my stomach churn dances around her makeup caked on complexion. “ Want company? ”

Rather than reply to her offer, I cut my glare to where the individual has disappeared, most likely into the vehicle.

Who are they?

“ I could use a goodtime… ”

Who were they watching?

Was it us?

Was it Rabbit?

Is it McAdams or another one of his fuck boy lackeys we missed?

“ Wow ,” Jolene dramatically sighs, forcing my gaze back to hers. “Your new girlfriend requires you to completely ignore me?”

“If she did, I’d do it.” I lean forward and flash her a smug smirk. “ Happily. ”

Her eyes slightly narrow to thin slits.

Our paths haven’t crossed much since we split.

And I’ve been rather grateful for that.

I mean no one likes running into their ex unless they’re looking for a post breakup fuck or blowjob.

Which I’m not and never will be.

“So, the rumors are true then?” She inquires on the folding of her arms. “You are dating Little Miss New in Town?”

“ And The Kid.” Another arrogant smirk is given. “We’re one, big, constantly fuckin’ family.” I let my head fall condescendingly to one side. “ Jealous ?”

“No.” The sneer she presents indicates the opposite. “ I am lookin’ to settle down with somethin’ a little more traditional. ”

“You mean you’re lookin’ to finally be the one he cheats on instead of with ?”

“That’s cynical.”

“Rich comin’ from the woman who meets engaged men by day and strips for them by night.”

“At least I know who they’re actually fuckin’ by day.”

“I wasn’t fuckin’ The Kid when we were together.”

“But you wanted to.” Her pointed index finger stabs me in the chest. “ And that’s pathetic. ”

“Why?” My eyebrows shift towards the sky. “Because I loved him and not you?”

“Because you’d rather play find the monkey wrench with a toddler than actually commit to a real relationship!”

“I am committed to a real relationship. It’s just one that doesn’t include you. ”

“Yeah, well, we both know the shit you’re doin’ now ain’t goin’ nowhere unlike the men I meet on a daily.”

“You mean the engaged men you’re tryin’ to fuck when their wives to be aren’t watchin’?”

“Has it ever occurred to you that some men can’t be tempted to cheat?”

“You’re lookin’ at one.”

The eye roll she delivers is accompanied by a headshake. “I mean a real man. One who would go to the ends of the earth for his woman. One who would move heaven and earth. One would hike any mountain and cross every ocean and pay every last dollar he has just to find her and make her his again.”

Her particular phrasing prompts the hairs that had settled to stand up straight again.

“One who would stop at nothin’ to have her. Who wouldn’t let anyone get in his way. Not her family. Not her friends. Not even the one-nightstands she used to try to get over him.”

Distress unforgivingly plops itself into the pit of my stomach.

“And before you tell me men like that don’t exist, I know they do. Annabelle and I have been meetin’ with one from Florida, Chad McAllen, who has told us all the lengths he’s willing to go to for the woman he loves.”

It slowly rolls around from one end to the other.

“And not only that, but he’s doin’ all the weddin’ plannin’ for his flighty fiancée too! He’s done the tourin’. The bookin’. Even her dress pickin’. Says he doesn’t want her havin’ to worry about one single thing on their special day.”

That feeling promptly transitions to one of terror.

Dread.

“He swears, she’ll love him to her last breath for all he’s done, and you know what?” Jolene longingly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I truly believe she will.” She gives me one last disgusted look. “Now, that’s true love.”

No.

That’s a funeral in the making.

And one I’ll do whatever’s necessary to prevent my woman from attending.