17. Erik

Chapter seventeen

Erik

J esse was a fucking prick. I made a mental note to punch him when I made it out of here. The room turned hostile on me, so I'd started losing to buy some time and had asked him to go and get Angel to help me lighten the mood a bit, and avoid getting stabbed tonight. So what had that fucker done? He'd gone and flustered our little Grace really well and good, then thrown her in with the wolves. She looked like she'd just gotten railed in the bathroom, walking in with messy hair and kiss-bruised lips. I couldn't help it, I had to check, slipping my hand up her dress to see for myself. Sure enough, that flush on her cheeks wasn't just embarrassment. She was soaked. It took all my goddamn willpower to let her go and focus on the damn game. Jesse was trying to fuck with me, and I'd make him pay for that one.

Everyone at the table was enjoying themselves once again, even the small talk had started back up. The dealer was shuffling the cards for the new hand, and I concentrated on his movements, willing my luck to grow. As he dealt out the cards, I glanced over at Grace, sitting like a doll in the corner. A lock of her hair moved, startling her. I almost laughed and had to bite my tongue, focusing on my cards. Of course, Levy was here with me; like fuck would I come in here without some sort of backup. He normally just hung around and made sure I wasn't outnumbered, if it ever escalated into a fight.

The players started throwing in their chips, all but one staying in. I watched the cards deal out, my skin buzzing as the perfect hand started to form in front of me. I sighed dramatically, leaning back in my chair. I noticed two of the players eye me surreptitiously, so I quickly schooled my face into a serious look, worthy of someone trying to bluff their way out of the hole.

More chips were thrown in as one man called, another raised, a second one folded, and finally, it came to me. I grabbed a handful of my remaining chips and tossed them in, matching the bet. Another card was flipped over, and I scowled briefly, making a show of checking my cards again. I glanced over to find Grace's eyes on me as she sipped her drink, looking nervous. That was so cute, she was already worried about me. I wanted to shoot her a grin and let her know there was nothing to be concerned about, but that would've given away the game plan. So I let the other players puff out their chests, grinning as they dropped their chips into the pot. One of them raised higher than I could match with just my chips, so I forced a grimace and pulled out my wallet.

"Can't let you show me up in front of my girl," I muttered, dropping a few hundreds on the table, shoving them and my chips into the pot.

"I don't know, I think she brought me all the luck tonight," the smirking asshole announced, dropping his cards face-up on the table. Two kings, so three of a kind, not bad. The guy beside me swore and tossed his cards in, not bothering to show what he'd had.

"Pretty good," I mused before laying down my pocket aces, completing the full house. "Not perfect, but what can you do?"

He shoved his chair back, knocking it over as he leapt to his feet, his fists clenched. "You fucker!" he snarled. I stayed seated but unbuttoned my jacket, letting it fall open so he could see the gun strapped to my side. He took a step forward, glaring at me, and I mentally prepared myself to shoot someone tonight. Then he just… stopped. His face went a little slack, and he gave me a drunken smile, rubbing his hand over his face. "G-go-good hand," he mumbled, stumbling off toward the door. I grabbed my cash off the table and signaled the dealer to pay me out. That was as far as I'd push my luck tonight.

My pockets considerably heavier, I bid farewell to the remaining men, who all looked a little confused, and gestured for Grace to join me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and opened the door, leaving time for Levy to slip out in front of us. "What the fuck did you do back there?" I whispered as we hurried down the little hallway toward the club. She was chewing on her lip, and just shrugged, her eyes wide. I opened the door, and we were hit by a wall of noise as we re-entered the club. Anders was lurking nearby, an untouched drink in his hands, while Jesse— the fucker —was nowhere to be found.

"Where is J?" I asked Anders, and he jerked his head toward the door. Ah, getting the car, of course. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anders's glass rise up of its own accord, the contents disappearing as Levy drained it for him. "Let's go then. All good, Angel?" I asked, pulling her tighter against me. It was a possessive move, and it made me smirk when she flushed. She was too fun to tease, it was a dangerous lure.

Anders led the way, brushing past the rowdy drunks in the club to get to the door. Jesse was in fact waiting at the car, propped up against the back door with his hands in his pockets. His shit-eating grin gave him away, and my arm tightened around Grace, cocking an eyebrow at him. Oh, he wanted to play, did he?

"You're sitting up front," I signed at him, and his grin dropped into a scowl, huffing audibly as he opened the passenger door and climbed in. I helped Grace into the back seat and let Levy hop in behind Jesse, jogging over to the other side of the car.

Anders took off as soon as my door was shut, speeding out of the parking lot, clearly eager to get home. I settled into my seat and deftly undid Grace's seatbelt, enjoying her little yelp of surprise as I pulled her onto my lap. She squirmed as I hooked my arm around her waist, pinning her against me. "You did great, Angel," I murmured in her ear as she gradually relaxed into me. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"I did," Grace replied, and I brushed her hair back over her shoulder so I could press my lips to her neck. She tensed for a moment before letting out a soft sigh, growing languid in my arms as I trailed kisses up along the side of her throat. When I reached the spot just under her ear, she hummed and shifted on my lap, her thighs drifting apart.

"I know J left you a little needy," I told her, nipping at her earlobe and making her whimper. Grace wiggled her hips against me as my cock grew hard underneath her. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?" I murmured, and she tilted her head back to gaze up at me, pupils blown wide with lust.

"Yes, please," she breathed, and I grinned, capturing her lips with mine. Using my knees, I pulled her thighs apart and then I tugged her dress up, exposing more of her delicious thighs to the car. Grace started to squirm again, her breaths coming in sharp pants.

"I'll take care of you Angel, don't you worry." I smiled, catching Anders's eye in the rearview mirror. He tapped Jesse on the arm, and Jesse turned to look, his eyes darkening when he caught sight of Grace in my lap.

I smirked at him as my hand slid up her thigh, tugging her panties to the side so he could see what I was doing. "Mmm, Angel you are so fucking wet," I groaned, my dick like a steel pipe in my slacks as I slid my fingers down her slit. I brought the glistening digits up to my mouth, licking them clean as Jesse turned fully around, his hands signing profanities at me.

I brought my fingers back down, teasing Grace's clit with slow, feather-soft circles. She whimpered, her head tipping back against my shoulder. "You're so goddamn responsive," I murmured, sliding down to tease her entrance.

"Oh god!" she moaned, her hips bucking against my fingers, begging me to push into her further. The car was nearly silent except for her quiet cries, and I could hear Levy breathing heavily beside me. Jesse looked ravenous, glaring daggers at me as I continued to torture Grace. I sunk my middle finger into her, up to the first knuckle, massaging her there until she keened softly, straining against the arm holding her down. Fuck she was tight, I was afraid to hurt her by going too fast. I sank in up to my second knuckle, growing harder as she squirmed in my lap, her whimpers growing more plaintive in response.

"Just breathe, Angel," I whispered. "I've got you." Unable to help myself, I sank into her fully and curled my finger, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves at her core.

"Please, oh god!" she cried out, her thighs straining against mine as her pussy started to spasm around me.

"Remember? Sir, or your highness," I whispered, using my thumb to press on her clit as I stroked her.

She came so hard she nearly rose off my lap, her back arching as she clamped around my finger, wetness coating my hand and dripping down onto my lap. God, I could only imagine how she would feel coming around my cock. I was painfully hard, pressing against her ass as she relaxed into my arms, breathing heavily. I withdrew my finger, flipping Jesse off with the glistening digit. He crawled between the seats, and I heard Grace gasp as he took my finger into his mouth, licking her arousal off with a twisted grin on his face. Anders swore and grabbed the back of Jesse's pants, yanking him back into his seat.

Grace was wiggling in my lap again, trying to tug her dress down to cover herself. "Uh uh, Angel, you stay right where you are," I murmured, pulling her against me, leaving her exposed to the car. I didn't tease her for the rest of the drive; we might've actually caused a car accident if Jesse tried to climb back here again—and I knew he would. But I liked having this little Angel in my lap, especially when she stopped fussing and settled against me, tucking her face into my neck.

Her breathing evened out by the time we reached the house, and I realized she'd fallen asleep in my arms. I felt a small glimmer of pride that I'd relaxed her enough to fall asleep like this. But then again, she'd also done some pretty handy tricks back at the club, so her energy might've already been spent by the time I got to her. Once Anders had pulled into the garage, Levy hopped out of the car and came around to open the door for me.

"I can carry her in," he offered softly. Reluctantly, I helped gather her up into his arms. It looked a little haunting, her body suspended in the air like that. "Should I bring her downstairs?" he asked.

Fuck, I hadn't thought that through. She probably should have a proper room now that she was staying here willingly…

Jesse was signing that she could stay in his room again, but I knew that he'd had a fucked sleep on the couch last night, so that didn't feel fair.

"She can have my bed tonight," Levy offered, Grace swaying slightly in his invisible arms. I saw Anders smirk, but of course, he wasn't offering his bed.

"Thanks, man, I'll figure something out tomorrow," I mused, pushing my hair out of my face. Anders went to help him with the door as he carried Grace inside. Jesse shoved me in the shoulder, and I turned, smirking at him. He shoved me again, and I pushed him back, squaring off with him as he crouched, circling me like a panther. His shoulders were tensed with pent-up energy, he needed to get it out somehow. He feigned right and lunged suddenly, catching me around the waist and throwing me into the garage door. I spun to grab for him but he pinned my arm, pressing me into the door so I couldn't move. Images of Grace writhing in my lap flooded my brain, from Jesse's vantage point. I felt his teeth against the back of my neck as the blood rushed to my cock. I'd already been at half-mast so it wasn't much effort to get me straining against the zipper of my jeans.

"Alright, I'm sorry," I signed, although it was awkward with my right hand. "But you started it, getting her all riled up for me." He pulled me off the door, holding me tight against his chest. Another vision appeared in my head of Grace pinned between us, squirming and naked as we played with her together. "Yes," I signed, feeling his own erection pressing against my ass. "Together. When she's ready." He released my left arm, spinning me and shoving me back against the garage door. He was only aggressive with me because he knew I liked it and could take it. I reached out to grab him and he caught my wrist, twisting it behind my back and making me wince. Jesse shook his head, admonishing me for not practicing enough with his free hand, his cock pressing into my hip as his lips came down on mine.

Kissing Jesse was like unleashing a thunderstorm. On the outside, he was carefree and sweet, but deep down there was a current of white hot lightning just waiting to be unleashed. He kept my arm pinned as his tongue danced with mine, his other hand tearing off the button of my slacks and wrenching them down my hips. Jesse stole my breath completely as he kissed me deeply, tugging my cock out of my boxers and stroking it with a firm grip.

I was getting lightheaded when he finally broke away, shoving me back against the garage door as he unbuttoned his own pants and pulled out his cock. I'd barely caught my breath before he was on me again, thrusting his hips against mine, our cocks rubbing together as he pressed into my stomach.

Growling, I caught his bottom lip with my teeth and grabbed his shoulders, spinning us so his back was against the door. He smirked against my lips and broke away, spitting into his hand and gripping both of us together, making me swear and slam my hand against the door to brace myself. My hips met his in alternating thrusts as we continued to wrestle and kiss, his other hand tangling in my hair as I gripped his ass, my fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises. I swore as I came in his hand, and his own release followed moments later. We collapsed against each other, sweaty and laughing, my forehead pressed against his.

I'd known Jesse my whole life, our moms had been friends who'd had babies around the same time. Unfortunately, Jesse's mom had passed away when we were seven years old, after his father had another one of his fits of rage and had gone too far. Jesse's dad had landed himself in prison for that, and we'd taken in Jesse, my mom desperate to keep him safe in memory of his mother. My dad hadn't minded, he was obsessed with the idea of ‘specials' blood, and as soon as Jesse had shown abilities, he'd become another prize to be curated. We'd learned ASL in school together and, at some point during our horny teen years, our friendship had turned into something a little… more. We were close now—too close if you asked my father—and most of the time, if one of us had a girl, she belonged to both of us. It had been a while though; I'd been too occupied with my plans, and I knew Jesse had been getting restless. And now look at what I'd done. I'd dropped an Angel in the middle of our Hellish foursome, and we were already aching to tarnish that halo of hers.

I got what Anders meant now, she was too damn tempting.

I want to keep her too.