17. SEVENTEEN

SEVENTEEN

I never did find out what upset Luca so much. Whatever it was, Declan must have taken care of it like they said, and no one has brought it up since. But the show here in Reno was outstanding—the biggest crowd I've been a part of yet. And aside from Declan being on the phone more than usual, everything seems to be back to normal.

Or whatever my new normal is, at least.

Is it normal for a man like Declan—a killer—to look at a girl like me the way he is right now…while his brother's hand is inside my skirt?

He smiles. "Let's go out."

"You mean him?" I ask, pointing to Luca.

"No," Declan says. "I'm talking to you, too. We don't have to leave tomorrow, and I don't want to go back to the hotel. There's a club around the corner; they've got a celebrity DJ tonight. It'll be loud and dark. We can blend in. What do you think?" He brushes my hair away from my face. "You look really pretty tonight."

"Why are you in such a good mood?" I ask.

"It was a great fucking show," he says. "Why do you still hate it when I'm nice to you?"

"I don't…" I lie.

"I'm down," Luca says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He turns his head, flips my skirt up, and bites me on the ass.

"Ouch!" I squeal. "That hurts."

"That's a beautiful fucking sight," Declan says. My face flushes. "Come on. There's a car out back."

"You want me to tell the others?" Luca asks.

"No," Declan says. "I don't."

The three of us all get in the back of the car, and Declan gives the driver the name of the club.

"And wait for us," he says, handing the man a few hundred-dollar bills.

"No problem," the driver says.

When we get there, he pulls around back, and we're let in through the side door. Declan wears sunglasses in the dark space, and Luca pulls his hair back and covers it with a cap. I look his muscled, tattooed body up and down in his white v-neck top and jeans.

"What are you looking at?" Luca taunts with a hand on my ass as we follow Declan to the bar.

"A whole fucking snack," I tell him, and he laughs.

They both are. Both tall, muscled rockstar gods. Both dangerous, moving through the room as if they're just like anyone else here, brushing shoulders with men and women completely unaware of who and what they are.

Or what they're capable of.

The two of them lean against the bar, talking and waiting. I lean into Luca's back, slipping my hands under his shirt and wrapping my arms around him. I run my fingers up and down his abs, looking up when I feel Declan's eyes on me.

"What?" I ask.

He smiles a little. "Nothing," he says.

"This is taking too long," Luca says. He shoves me toward Declan. "Hold this for me."

Declan throws his arm over my shoulders and pulls me into his side, and Luca jumps over the counter the same way he did the night we met.

"Hey! You can't be back here!" the bartender yells.

"Oh my god! That's Luca De Rossi!" a girl shouts from her barstool.

"What's up, guys?!" Luca says.

He opens his wallet, hands a wad of one-hundred-dollar bills to the bartender, and then starts passing out bottles of liquor and beer to the people at the bar as they cheer.

"So much for lowkey," Declan says, laughing. "He's a fucking animal."

I look up at him and laugh. "Might as well take your sunglasses off now, Elton John."

He shakes his head, but takes them off anyway, stuffing them into his back pocket.

"Luca!" someone yells. "Can we take a selfie?"

"Hold on," he tells her, mixing a drink. He adds a cherry on top before he brings it over to me. "This for you, my angel."

He kisses me on the lips and sets the drink in front of me.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I don't know—I'm not a fucking bartender," he says. I laugh, and he adds, "It's mostly vodka. It probably tastes like shit."

"Thank you," I tell him.

"You're welcome, baby," he says. "I'll be right back."

He turns, then grabs a bottle of top-shelf whiskey. "Heads up, bro," he yells, throwing the bottle to Declan. Then he doubles back, pulls himself up onto the counter, and starts taking selfies with everyone around the bar.

"Oh my god! Declan is here, too!" someone else yells.

"He's a goddamn menace," Declan says, shaking his head as he pops the top off the whiskey and takes a long pull.

After about twenty minutes of signing autographs and impromptu photo ops, club security comes over and instructs everyone to give them some space and let them enjoy their night. They stay close as we move onto the dance floor; Luca and I dance to some kind of techno music that I know must drive Declan crazy, but he seems content enough watching me and sipping whiskey straight from the bottle.

But I can feel the music on my skin now. I can taste it, I can touch it. I want to taste and touch him, too.

I grind against Luca at my back while he watches. I recognize that look in his eyes; I've seen it before.

I reach for him, hooking my finger into his belt loop and pulling him into me as I sway my hips between them.

"I'm not doing this, Teagan," Declan laughs.

I run my hands over his arms. "But your skin feels so good," I tell him. I push his shirt up and run my tongue over his abs.

"Teagan…" he cautions.

"It tastes good, too," I tell him.

I rub my cheek against his stomach.

"What's gotten into you?" he laughs.

"Why do you hate it when I'm nice to you?" I ask.

But he's right. I don't feel like myself. I don't feel drunk, either. I feel…weightless and carefree. I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster. Luca puts his mouth on my neck, and I moan. It feels so good I think I could melt into a puddle on the floor.

"I fucking love it when you're nice to me, Teagan," Declan says. "It's all I want."

"Did you give me drugs?" I ask him.

He rolls his eyes. "For fuck's sake, Teagan. Are you going to accuse me of drugging you every time we're together? No, Teagan. I didn't. No one drugged you, so just—"

"Maybe save your speech," Luca says. "I drugged her. Just a little bit."

I look up at him and laugh, doubling over. "He did drug me," I say.

"I heard," Declan says.

I pull Luca into me and kiss him on the mouth.

"And you find that charming?" Declan asks me.

I smile and nod. "Uh-huh."

He shakes his head and laughs. "Okay."

I take the whiskey bottle from his hand and bring it to my lips.

"Do you really think you needed that?" Declan asks.

I shrug and hand it back to him.

I don't know how much longer we dance—time doesn't really seem to move the way the music does. But when I'm soaked in sweat, and Luca and I are all but fucking, Declan taps me on the shoulder.

"Time to go," he says.

"I don't want to," I say into Luca's mouth.

"Really?" Declan asks. He leans in and closes his mouth around my earlobe, pulling it with his teeth.

"Mmm, that feels good."

"Because it seems like you want to get fucked to me," he says. He trails kisses down my jawline while Luca sucks on the other side of my neck. "And once we get out of here, I promise you will be."

"Okay," I tell him breathlessly.

I shove my hand down the front of his pants and wrap my hand around his cock. "Jesus, Teagan," he says. He wraps his hand around my wrist and squeezes hard until I let go. "You're a slutty little brat, aren't you?"

"I'll be whatever you want me to be," I tell him.

He scoffs. "Right. That'd be the fucking day. Get her in the car," he tells Luca.

He picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder again.

"Whoa, I don't think I like being upside down right now," I say as he carries me toward the back door. When he sets me down next to the car. I stumble into Declan, who catches me before I fall.

"Get in the car, brat," Declan says.

I slide in beside him, and then Luca slides in on the other side and pulls the door closed.

"I am so fucked up right now," Luca says. He takes off his hat and throws it on the floor of the car. His hair and brow are soaked in sweat like mine are. I laugh and lick it from his forehead before kissing him on the mouth, twisting my tongue with his like I have been for the past hour.

As the car pulls away, Luca unbuttons his pants. Realizing what he's doing, I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, pumping it in my hand before lowering my head and taking him in my mouth.

He groans as I suck a good amount of salty precum from the head, squeezing my legs together, my clit throbbing. Declan pulls my thong down my legs.

"Fuck," he says. "Your pussy is so wet, you could wring these out, Teagan."

Please touch me, I think but don't say while Luca fucks my mouth.

"Don't look at her unless you want to die," Declan says, his tone eerily calm.

Confused, I look up just as he reaches toward the front seat and turns the rearview mirror away from us.

He pushes one finger into me—only one, slowly—and I almost collapse, moaning around Luca's cock.

"Jesus, you really need something to take the edge off, don't you?"

He adds a second, moving them in and out of me, curling them inside of me before pulling them out. I whimper at the absence; I think about begging right there.

"She can handle it—trust me," Luca groans.

I'm not sure what he's talking about, but I find out pretty quickly. Declan pushes those two wet fingers into my ass and then sinks his dick into my pussy. I take my mouth away from Luca and scream.

"Don't stop," Luca says, shoving my head back down toward his cock. I open wide and take him back into my mouth, keeping pace with Declan as he fucks me, pumping Luca's cock with my hand while I take him in my throat. "There you go, Teag. How does it feel to have all of your pretty holes filled?" Luca asks.

It feels like fucking heaven. And Declan was right—I've been desperate for something to take the edge off for a while. The truth is that I almost came humping Luca's fucking leg in the club. It's no surprise that I'm already about to come on Declan's deliciously thick cock. I arch my back and push back against him, and he thrusts into me harder.

"She likes it so much, she's about to come already," Declan says. I whimper, clutching Luca's shirt in my fist, and come hard, my legs shaking, my jaw going slack as Luca takes over, thrusting up into my mouth. It's explosive—I can't think about anything except for how good my pussy feels squeezing around his cock. If I need to breathe, I don't do it, and it doesn't kill me. It makes me wonder if I've ever really needed air at all or if it was all a con of some sort.

Maybe I breathe only because I was taught to, and all I really need is this. From them.

It's pleasure. Maybe part of it is whatever Luca put in my drink, but it's fucking fucked pleasure like I've never known. I can barely take it, but neither of them let up.

"What a good girl you are, Teagan," Luca says. "Letting me fuck your mouth while you come on him."

Hearing him through my orgasm-induced euphoria, I moan, hollowing my cheeks around him, licking and sucking him until he thrusts deep into my throat and fills my mouth with cum.

"Shit," he rasps. "Fuck, that feels good."

I swallow it all down, and the driver says, "Um, we're here. Do you want me to keep driving or…"

Declan pulls out of me, and I fall back on the seat. "Nah, we're good," Declan says, tucking his dick back into his pants as the vehicle rolls to a stop. "Let's get upstairs."

Breathless and on shaky legs, I get out on Declan's side of the vehicle, leaving my underwear behind. I smooth out my skirt, walk through the hotel doors, and then wait in the middle of them for the elevator.

Declan leans down and kisses my temple. "I'll be inside of you as soon as those doors close behind us," he says.

With a 'ding,' the doors open, and we step inside.

And he does what he said he would.

He pulls his pants down over his hips, freeing his cock, lifts me behind my thighs, and sinks into me. I wrap my arms and legs tightly around him, and he fucks me against the elevator wall. And when the doors open on the twenty-first floor, he carries me down the hall like that—with his dick still inside me.

"Declan…" I moan, wriggling my hips against him.

"I know, pretty baby. It hurts me, too," he says. "Open the door, Luca." Declan hands him his wallet, and Luca takes out his room key and opens the door.

Declan walks me into the dark room and, as he lays me down on the edge of the bed, begins thrusting inside of me again.

"Get her fucking top off," he rasps.

Luca climbs onto the bed, pulls my shirt over my head, and then removes my bra.

"Fuck…you look so fucking beautiful, Teagan," Declan says. "Your pussy feels so fucking amazing."

He pulls his own shirt over his head and pushes his pants down enough that they fall onto the floor and he's able to step out of them. Then, he moves me to the very edge of the bed, bracing me there with his hands on my shoulders as he rolls his hips into me, hard and fast, pounding into me until my eyes roll back in my head again, and I come screaming.

"Declan!" I cry out.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, burying himself inside me, his thrusts becoming short bursts until he comes inside me. "Fuck, Teagan."

And when he's finished, he lies down on top of me, dark hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. I wrap my arms around his back, careful to keep my nails off of him.

He whispers into my ear, "You're so goddamn perfect." He licks cool sweat from my neck, and I shiver. "You might end up being the one who kills me. Are you going to kill me, Teagan?"

"No," I say softly.

"Hope you're not tired yet, Teagan," Luca says.

Beside me, he watches us naked on the bed, his cock rock hard again.

Declan laughs and rolls over to my side. "Not even going to give her a break, huh?"

"I wasn't planning on it," he says. "Were you?"

"I could go again," Declan tells him.

"Sit on my dick, Teagan," Luca says, stretching out onto his back.

I roll onto all fours and crawl over to him, straddling him before I sink my overstimulated pussy onto him and rock my hips over him, whimpering as I ride him from a mix of pleasure and pain.

"There you go, baby," he says. "You can take it, can't you?"

"Yes," I moan.

"Fuck. You're going to be so full of cum when we're done with you," Luca says.

"I'm already getting hard again watching you ride," Declan adds.

I don't mean to—I don't think about it—but I pick up my pace as soon as he says it, rolling my hips hard over his cock, and Luca moans.

"Mmm…she liked that," he says. "You like being watched like this, Teagan?"

He lifts his hips, causing me to sink down further onto him. "Luca!"

"Don't stop, baby," he says. "Keep going."

I do what he says, riding his cock hard, occasionally glancing at Declan from the corner of my eye. He leans against the wall, watching in the darkness, stroking his growing hardness in his hand.

"Oh, fuck, I'm getting close," Luca says. He grabs me by my hips, taking control of the pace. I drop my head back and let him use my body—my cum-soaked pussy—however he wants.

And I can't fucking get enough of it.

"Come here, Teagan baby," Luca says.

His hand slides up my thigh until he reaches my mid-back, and then he pulls me into him and kisses my lips.

I moan into his mouth.

"Stay just like that, Teagan," he says.

"What?"

I feel another hand on my hip before something cold and wet runs down the crack of my ass.

Oh…shit. They're not going to…

Luca pulls me further into him, and Declan runs his hand down my spine before positioning the head of his cock at my opening.

I gasp.

"You're okay," Luca says soothingly. "I've got you."

And that's all the warning I get before Declan sinks inside of me, stretching me before he fills me slowly, inch by inch. I scream through clenched teeth and let myself dig my nails into Luca's biceps.

"How does that feel, Teagan?" Declan asks.

"Umm…full," I say.

As if trying to prove a point, Luca thrusts up into me. "Fuck. Someone needs to start moving, or I'm going to die," he says.

Slowly, Declan begins thrusting in and out of me, and Luca grips my hips, thrusting back into me in the same motion.

There's no way this is the first time they've done this. Not even close.

Eventually, I begin to relax. I let myself sink onto them both, and it starts to feel good.

"You like that, angel?" Luca asks.

"Yes," I tell him.

"You feel fucking amazing," Declan groans. Taking my affirmation as permission, he picks up the pace. "You're doing so good, Teagan."

"Oh, god!" I cry out.

"I told you she was a good girl," Luca says.

I feel cold metal against my skin before Declan leans in, whispering into my ear, "Will you bleed for me now, Teagan?"

"Yes…" I whimper.

"Take the knife, sweetheart. Do it to yourself."

I reach back and wrap my fingers around the handle, then I drag it across the base of my throat, near my jugular, just enough to make it bleed. I drop the knife as Declan wraps his arms tightly around the front of my body and presses his mouth to the cut, licking and sucking while he pumps into me from behind.

"Declan…" I moan, reaching behind me and wrapping my arm around his neck. "Harder."

It comes out barely a whisper.

"What did you say?" Declan asks.

"Harder. Fuck me harder," I tell him a little louder.

He pulls my hair back, capturing my lips with his bloody mouth before he thrusts his hips into me harder and faster than before. I grit my teeth together as I cry out.

"How's this?" he asks.

"That feels good," I say.

"Stick out your tongue, Teag," Luca groans.

I stick out my tongue, and he puts two fingers in my mouth. "Suck," he says. "Get them nice and wet."

After he pulls them out, he moves those two fingers between my legs, using them to rub my clit while they fuck me.

It helps. I didn't think it was possible, but I feel another orgasm building.

"Fuck," Luca groans. "I'm about to come."

"Me too," I tell him. "Don't stop touching me."

His fingers on my clit send me back over the edge, my legs shaking, shivers running up my spine as I come with both of them inside me. Luca comes next, pulling at my hair until I lie flat against his chest.

With his cock still buried inside me, he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him while his brother thrusts into my ass in shorter, quicker bursts.

I shudder. "Declan…"

"Almost there, sweetheart," Declan groans. "Oh, fuck…"

He pumps his cock into me a few more times before he grips my shoulders and empties himself inside of me.

When he pulls out, I roll off of Luca and lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm proud of you, Teagan," Luca says. He leans over and kisses me on the forehead.

Declan stretches across the bed on my other side, throws an arm over my waist, and runs his fingers through my messy sex hair. Without thinking about it, I turn onto my side and curl into him.

"Where's all that attitude, Teagan?" Declan asks.

I don't answer.

"You're soft now, aren't you? Like a kitten," he adds.

"I told you she was sweet," Luca says, resting his hand on my hip.

"I could hold you like this forever," Declan says softly.

And as for me, I can't move. So maybe we'll be stuck like this forever. I let my heavy eyes close and fall asleep.

It's just Luca and myself in the bed when I open my eyes.

The sunlight is just barely visible on the horizon through the glass doors leading out to the balcony; I didn't notice what time it was when we got back or when we went to bed, but I don't think I've been sleeping for long. I hear the shower running in the bathroom—that must be where Declan is. He walks out in one of those white hotel robes, then steps into a pair of sweatpants and puts on his glasses. He shuffles through some things on his desk for a minute and then walks out onto the balcony.

He sits in a chair, lights a cigarette, and brings it to his mouth. I watch the smoke billow from his lips for a minute before pulling myself out of bed. I grab a t-shirt draped over the chair, pull it on, and step outside.

"Can I have one?" I ask.

"Last one," he says. "I'll share it with you, though. But you have to come over here and curl up in my lap like a kitten."

"Um…I'm…sticky," I tell him.

"I'm okay with that," he says.

I cross the balcony, sit in his lap, and he hands me the cigarette. I take a drag and then hand it back to him.

He points to his collarbone. "Right here."

I rest my head against the spot just under his chin, and he says, "See how well you fit there, kitten?"

I can only nod, and he passes me the cigarette again.

"You're wearing my shirt," he says.

"Yeah…sorry."

"No, it's fine. I like it, it's just…how are you feeling?" he asks.

"My head feels like it's going to explode. I think I might throw up. My body hurts."

He puts the cigarette out and wraps his arms around me.

"I'll give you something for that. And we can sleep all day. How does that sound?"

"That sounds…really good," I tell him.

"Okay," he says.

He stands with me still in his arms; it takes me by surprise, and I scream.

"Oh, god! Don't drop me!" I say, squeezing my eyes shut tight.

"How in the fuck would I drop you?" he asks as he walks inside.

"I'm terrified of heights!"

He sets me down on the bed and then uses the flashlight on his phone to find a pill bottle in his bag. I hear him shake one out into his hand, and then he grabs a water bottle from the fridge and brings them both to me. I wash down the pill and about three-fourths of the water bottle; he takes it back and finishes it off, then crawls under the covers next to me.

I lie back on the pillow and close my eyes.

"No," he says.

"No what?"

"This spot right here, kitten," he says.

I sigh and do as he asks, curling into him with my head tucked into that space under his chin, where I do seem to fit perfectly.

And he's in that place he so seamlessly—so slowly at first that I didn't notice it until it was too late—worked his way into.

Under my skin.

I fall asleep listening to the thud of his heart in his chest.

At least when this all falls apart, if anyone ever asks, I can tell them that I know without a doubt that it did, in fact, beat.