Three little piggies, p.6
Three Little Piggies, page 6
Giving him an annoyed look, I crossed my arms. “I hardly think you all are obsessed.”
“How do you know? I might be. I might just be some sick, psychopathic maniac who has a shrine built to you in my closet.”
Thankfully, I knew he was kidding, or at least I hoped he was.
Keith walked around the bar and placed his hand on my hip. “Are you worried we will just hit it and quit it? Don’t worry, girly, you are way too much fun for that. I plan on keeping you around for a long time.” He slid his hand between the blanket until it found my pussy. Licking his lips, he ran a finger along my slit to rub my clit. His lips fell to mine.
As we kissed, he began forcing me to walk backward until my back hit a wall, and then another finger filled my hole. I moaned slightly, closing my eyes, enjoying the hell out of what he was doing to me. After I let out another moan, he pulled back and smiled. “You should really go see my boy.” He pulled open the diamond door and practically shoved me inside, slamming the door shut.
“Really?” I shouted. Huffing, I looked around the room. That Zane guy was sitting at the end of the wooden table.
Tilting his head up to me, he raised an eyebrow. “You do know this is the diamond room, right? Civilians aren’t supposed to be in here.”
Scowling, I nodded towards the door. “Tell him that.”
Rolling his eyes, Zane dumped some white powder onto the mirror and separated it into three lines. Cocaine! What the fuck did I get myself into?
He looked up at me as if sensing where my gaze was, and I finally noticed his eyes. They were a pinkish-red color. Utterly mesmerizing. “Want a bump?”
I shook my head. “I’m not really into that stuff. I eat weed edibles from time to time, but even that lays me flat on my ass.”
He snorted, pulling out a small glass tube. “Well, this won’t put you on your ass, I guarantee that. After this, I’m done with it for a while. I don’t want to get hooked. I only do it because I fucked up my knee and those shits at the doctor’s office won’t give me anything stronger than ibuprofen.”
Wrapping my arms around myself, I nodded, sitting on a chair.
“Did Keith send you in here?”
I nodded again.
“Let me guess, he told you to come in here and fuck me?”
“Apparently.”
Zane laughed, “I swear Keith has this dominance kink. He will try to push you as far as you let him. Just march out there and tell him to cut his shit. He’ll back down.”
Sighing, I let my elbow rest on the table, propping my head up with my hand. “This entire ordeal is weirding me out, honestly. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I’ve never met guys like you. I’ve only ever met men who would flip their shit if I slept with someone that wasn’t them.”
Slowly, Zane leaned over and snorted up one of the lines. Shaking his head, he rubbed his nose and let out a small cough. It took him a second before he looked at me again. “Keith and Taven have been friends since they were in diapers. They always share women.”
I began to wonder if there was more going on between the two men than meets the eye. Deciding not to reveal my thoughts, I asked, “And they share with you?”
He shook his head. “Not really. I’m guessing he pushed you in here because I broke up with my girlfriend last week.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks. “So, I’m a rebound.”
Pressing his lips firmly together, he forced his features into one of those exaggerated frowns—the sort that was meant to say, “Bingo, you win a prize, though it’s not the type of prize you were hoping for.”
Instead of letting my anger out, I focused on his dimples. They were so adorable.
Glancing at the door, I contemplated what my next move should be. Did I want to leave? Zane made it pretty clear that Keith wouldn’t be upset. I had already slept with both men the first night I met them, so what was one more? This whole crazy situation was doing a good job of keeping Luke at the back of my mind. Why did I have to think about these guys like they were using me? What if I used them? Why couldn’t the roles be reversed? Why couldn’t I have casual sex with three stupidly sexy men for a while, then bail when I was ready to find something more? Granted, it wasn’t a story I’d want to share at a family reunion, but it would be one hell of a memory.
Getting up from the chair, I let the blanket slide from my body. “Let’s have a rebound.
Chapter 11
Zane
I nearly blew away my powder the moment she let the blanket drop. When I imagined her naked body, I didn’t picture all that. She had nice plump breasts with child-bearing hips, sexy legs, and a small fairy tattoo just above her hip bone. She was a true redhead; the carpet matched the drapes perfectly.
I was used to having women toss themselves at me, though those were typically patch chasers—women who thought it was cool to be with a man in a one percent motorcycle club. Most other women were too intimidated to approach me. Many admitted to being afraid of saying something that might offend me due to my condition. And almost everyone was afraid to look me in the eye—not this woman, though.
Sliding my blow to the side, I pulled out my phone and looked at the clock. We didn’t really have time for this. Me and the other guys were on a tight schedule. Today was the only day we could get our hands on our third little piggy without having to wait another month for an opening. But looking at the perfection before me had my cock twitching.
I didn’t often make it a habit of sharing women. I especially didn’t like them being handed to me like I was to be pitied. I didn’t need those guys to help me get over Jennifer. It was my choice to break up with her, not the other way around. If I fucked this woman, and she continued to hang out at the clubhouse, how awkward would that be? Not to mention, what if the pussy was actually good, and I wanted more? I didn’t know the stupid rules Keith and Taven played by. Did they expect this to be a one-time thing like all the others? Or would they keep sharing?
Sighing, I leaned back. “I can’t really do much with my knee right now. It hurts to even sit in this chair.”
With a sexy grin, she leaned forward, gripping the table tightly and licking her lips. She wanted me to hit it from behind. Fuck! What was I supposed to do? The longer I sat there staring at her “fuck me eyes,” the harder my dick got. Grunting, I got to my feet. My knee wasn’t sprained or broken; I just bruised the shit out of it when we went after that pig the other night. I could suck it up for a bit, though. It would have to be a quicky.
Moving behind her, I looked down at her wet, glistening pussy. The mere sight of it almost made my mouth water. I wanted nothing more than to dive face-first into her hot cunt. Say what you will, but eating pussy was one of my favorite past times. “We’re really on a tight schedule.” I ran my hand between her lips.
She let out a soft moan, letting one of her hands reach down between her legs. “We can make it quick.”
“You asked for it.”
Before either of us could change our minds, I freed myself from my pants; a wave of relief flowed through my body as my rock-hard cock slid out from the constraining space. I used some of her juices to lube myself up, gripped her hips tightly, and slid inside. A groan escaped my lips the moment the base pressed up against her plump ass. With such little time to waste, I decided I wasn’t going to be too gentle. I gave it everything I had, ramming my shaft deep into her hole. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, barely drowned out by her loud moaning. I don’t think God really appreciated how often she screamed his name.
The next time she shouted, I slapped her ass hard, leaving a beautiful handprint on her pale cheek. Her fingers still roughly rubbed her clit, and suddenly, her screams stopped. Her mouth hung open in a silent cry as she came. When she finally took a breath, she crossed her legs, and that was all she wrote. The sudden change in pressure caused me to shoot my load. My cry of pleasure echoed throughout the room.
After catching my breath, I slowly slid out, and she turned to me with a toothy grin. “Did you like it?”
“I never had a chick do that before.”
She winked, picked up the blanket, and marched out the door.
Chapter 12
Keith
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous of how Quinn screamed. What the fuck was he doing to her? My jealousy subsided the moment she walked out the door. That seemed way too quick; perhaps she was only faking it to get the hell out of there.
When she walked to the bar, I patted the pile of her clothing I gathered. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and offered it to her. She scowled. Immediately, I regretted my action, knowing exactly where her mind was going. “I’m not paying for sex. I am buying you lunch. We have to go soon, so we don’t have time to wine and dine you.” Smirking, I pulled out a one-hundred-dollar bill just to see her reaction. “You’re worth way more than twenty. How’s this?”
She continued to scowl and eyeball the money. Before I could yank it away, she snatched it from my grasp. “It was a joke! I wasn’t really going to give you that,” I complained, holding out my hand.
She grinned. “Too bad.” Holding it in her mouth, she pulled on her skirt.
“Oh, that’s wifey right there,” Taven called. “You’d better get on your knee right now, boy, cos she got you.”
Normally I would demand my money back, but the cockiness she displayed made me relent. Granted, work was slow, but losing one hundred dollars would just mean I had to dine on sandwiches for a couple of days.
Fully dressed, she sauntered up to me and offered the hundred.
I pushed her hand away. “Keep it. You snatched it fair and square.”
Her bright blue eyes were wide. “Are you sure? It’s a lot of money.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
It took a little while for her to realize that I was serious. I didn’t want to seem hard up for cash. I was, but she didn’t need to know that.
I escorted her to the Jeep and planted my lips on hers for a long moment until I forced myself away. Closing the door, I motioned for her to roll down the window. “I’m going to be busy the next couple of days. But I’ll call you Thursday; maybe we can hang out then.”
With a cute little smile, she began to roll the window up. “Maybe.”
I backed away with a smile. The moment she was out of sight, it fell. I had serious business to attend to. As much as I wanted to fantasize about our next encounter, I had to push any thought of Quinn, whatever her last name was, to the back of my mind.
Taven and Zane were already getting ready when I walked back into the clubhouse. We had one shot to get our hands on our next victim. He worked the night shift for months, and his wife worked from home. The only time she left during the day was to get their dog groomed. The plan was to leave our debit cards and cell phones at the clubhouse for our other brothers to pick up. We would ride to their place, leave our bikes there for them to use, and take a stolen car with out-of-state plates.
Our decoys would drive out of town to a nearby pumpkin festival and spend some money on useless crafts as long as they were allowed to pay with a card. There wouldn’t be any cameras to work with, and they would even take pictures with our phones. That way, we would have an alibi when the pigs sniffed around.
“So, why did you throw her in the diamond room?” Zane asked as he tossed his card onto the bar.
I shrugged, pulling mine out. “Didn’t you have fun?”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
Rolling my eyes, I sighed heavily and went to the front door. “It will be easier to keep track of just one woman. I don’t know about you, but I plan on getting plenty of pussy before I end up on death row. I hope you realize there is a very good chance we won’t survive this. We may not even get everyone on the list. Having too many women poking around is just going to make things harder. So far, Quinn only seems to want to fuck, and that’s perfect. No attachments, no feelings, just pussy, and that’s amazing. Nobody is forcing you to fuck her. If you don’t want to, don’t. I’m perfectly fine banging her on my own.”
“I still want to fuck her,” chuckled Taven.
Zane seemed satisfied with that answer and silently walked out the door. Taven and I quickly followed suit. When we got to our decoy’s clubhouse, we traded vehicles and rushed back into town. We sat across the street for a good ten minutes, waiting for the wife to leave. We had spent over a year casing the house, learning all its ins and outs. There was a doorbell camera, but it was only linked to the husband’s phone. We would have to put on our masks before we got out of the car. There were no other security measures, and they always left the back door open just in case something happened to their keys. The husband was bound to be sound asleep, and we had enough horse tranquilizer to keep him that way.
The hardest part about the entire situation would be getting to the backyard without anyone calling the police. If the wrong neighbor spotted us, they would surely call. There was no way three guys in pig masks weren’t up to something bad. Even with Halloween only a few weeks away, it still spelled trouble.
Typically, we would bring our victims back to the old park, but it was too risky to drag a body around in broad daylight. We had to do this quickly, in his own home.
“One, two, three!” I called, and together, we jumped out of the car. There was no traffic on the road, which made sense since most people were out to lunch after church. The privacy fence gate was unlocked, giving us easy access to the back door. It was quiet inside; the only sound was made by an old grandfather clock.
We had broken into the house three times before, making sure to memorize the layout leading to the master bedroom. Pulling out my hatchet, I tested the weight in my hand. Taven was behind me with a syringe of horse tranquilizer, and Zane took up the rear with the other supplies we would need.
All three of us froze the moment we passed the open bathroom. There the pig was, naked, pissing in the toilet. Before any of us could make a move, the man turned to us. “What the fuck?”
There was no more time. We had to subdue him, or the entire plan would be blown. Without thinking, I slammed my body against his naked form. The man screamed, and I tried to cover his mouth to muffle the sound. The problem was he was in very good shape. The adrenaline pumping through his body made it worse. As I tried to make room for Taven to stick the pig with the needle, the fucker pushed me into the bathroom mirror.
Taven and Zane clambered into the small room, trying their hardest to keep the man down. In the scuffle, the syringe clattered into the open bathtub. This was all going wrong. If we didn’t bring this to an end soon, all three of us would get locked up.
Picking up my hatchet, I shouted, “Move!”
They dropped to the side, and the moment there was an opening, I brought the blade down on the center of his skull. The pig’s body began to convulse uncontrollably before he slumped over.
Panting, I held my knees as I tried to control my shaking. After a moment, I stood, my lungs heaving as I tried to think of what to do. “Get the apple,” I ordered, grabbing the man’s legs, forcing his body to lay flat on the linoleum flooring. I had this entire plan perfectly thought out until this asshole decided he needed to take a piss. Now, I had to improvise.
I pressed the hatchet to the man’s lips, slicing his face from the corner of the lip to his jawbone.
“What are you doing?” Taven panted.
“We have to do this right. We can’t have the cops thinking we were too scared to finish the job.”
He began pacing the room, gripping his mask with both of his gloved hands. I ignored him, returning to my task of slicing the man’s face. I held out my hand, and when nothing was placed in it, I began flapping it around frantically. “Give me the fucking apple!”
As if pulled from a trance, Zane shuffled through the backpack and yanked out a fresh, crisp red apple. Pushing it into the man’s gaping jaw, I held my hand out again. “Knife!”
“We don’t have time for this, Keith!” pleaded Taven.
“Give me the fucking knife!”
When the handle hit my palm, I thrust it into the dead man’s abdomen. It was much harder to flay this man open than I hoped, but I had to do this right. The people who did us wrong would be gutted like the swine they were, I couldn’t alter that aspect. Not to mention, if we changed our routine, the cops would think we were scared or sloppy. The media might claim there was a copycat. I couldn’t have that; not if we wanted to get away with this. Everything had to be perfect.
Yanking at his innards, blood spilled onto the floor in pools. “Stay away from the blood. We can’t leave tracks.” They backed up, and I continued my work, dumping the man’s guts into the tub. “Give me the note.”
With a shaky hand, Zane passed it over. Big, bold letters that read “The third little piggy” contrasted starkly with the pristine paper.
How surprised the cops would be when they found out there were more than three by the time we were done. I looked down at the man’s hands and plunged the hatchet into one of the wrists.
“What are you doing?” hissed Zane.
“He grabbed me. There may be fibers or hairs that the cops can track. We’ll take the hands with us.” Hearing a gagging sound, I turned. “Don’t you dare fucking throw up!”
Gripping his stomach, Taven stepped back.
Shaking my head, I effectively removed both appendages from the victim and tossed them into a nearby trash can. Numb from exertion, I tried to force myself to my feet but slipped on the blood and hit my head on the edge of the tub. All I could do for a moment was sit there as the world swirled around me. The moment I felt something warm streak down my brow, I tried once again to get to my feet.
Groaning, I stepped around the pool of blood the best I could until I reached the waste basket. I pulled the bag out and tied it up, surveying the bloody area. There was a streak where I slipped, but there was no actual shoe print. I could burn my shoes, but the last thing I needed was for the cops to get my size. There couldn’t be that many men in the city with a size fifteen motorcycle boot. With that in mind, I grabbed a nearby towel, rubbed down my soles the best I could, and wiped down the floor to ensure I left no tracks.
