Inmate of the Month (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 7)

It took me a few long seconds to figure out what he meant and by the time I’d decided, he’d pulled out.

“Whatever you want me to do. I’m okay with either,” I explained quickly. “But I thought you said you wanted to be in me.”

He laughed and guided his cock back inside my mouth.

Seconds later, I felt his release coating my tongue and throat.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep up, but in the end, he still ended up getting it on my face as it dribbled out from my mouth onto my chin.

I was a bad swallower.

Maybe next time.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, shifting slightly so that the floodlights that’d turned on at some point illuminated his tall form in the darkness. “I think you might very well have broken me.”

I might have?

Well, yee haw!

The two blow jobs that I’d given Thor he’d told me were sloppy and subpar at best.

To have Laric’s confirmation that I wasn’t subpar was relieving.

When he finally pulled back, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then was pulled to my feet by my waist. Seconds later my wet underwear was pulled up into place, and my ass was squeezed.

I was just about to ask for a bathroom to clean up when he guided me silently through a back door to the building that was next to the pool, then pointed out the bathroom almost the second we were inside.

“What is this place?” I asked as I looked around on my way to where he’d pointed.

“Whatever it needs to be at the time,” he called out as he walked to the sink in the kitchen area and washed his hands.

I did the same in the bathroom, then cleaned myself up, took care of business, then rewashed my hands.

When I made it back into the kitchen area, he continued his explanation. “Zach uses this as a base to sew us up or fix us if we break ourselves. Other times it’s a place to lay low for the night if we tie one too many on and we don’t want to drive home. That’s what it’s used for the majority of the time.”

I could see that.

My family, if they didn’t all live in the same place, would’ve needed something like that a time or two themselves.

My dad and mom, along with five of his best friends, all lived in a compound of sorts on the outskirts of Kilgore.

There were multiple parties that I could remember getting a little rowdier than they’d intended, that was for sure.

“Want to head back out there and hang with the boys, or do you want to head home?” he asked.

Home. I liked the sound of that word.

“We can stay,” I said carefully. “Unless you want to go home. I’m for either. I’m sore, but I’m not exhausted, if that makes any sense.”

His eyes took me in. “It makes plenty of sense, yes.”

It was then I realized that he would do whatever I wanted, because he would be with me either way.

“I want to stay,” I whispered.

He caught my hand, and then gestured for us to take the front door out of the pool house this time.

I smiled, feeling my face flush at his obvious desire to be with me, no matter how he spent it.

“So do you like your friends?” I asked.

He looked at me in question. “What kind of question is that? Of course I like them.”

I snorted. “I mean, do you like them a lot. Like are they your best friends? Or do you like them just a little bit friend-like.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t quite know that they were that great of friends to me at first. It took me some time to get used to having them around, depending on them, but now that we’re all together, I realize that I couldn’t live without them. I’ve come to really count on having them around. I wouldn’t say that we’re best friends, per se. More like family. Where you fight, you annoy the piss out of each other, but you know that no matter what, they’ll always be there. Why do you ask?”

I shrugged. “I don’t really know. I guess I was just curious. You seemed really standoffish. Then again, you all seemed that way. Bruno more so than the rest of you.”

He hummed in agreement. “We’re Lone Rangers, to be honest. All of us are used to relying on ourselves first and foremost—that was what we learned in prison. You rely on yourself, or you set yourself up for failure. But over time, we’ve learned that we really can rely on each other. That’s why I would trust any one of them with your safety if it came to protecting you against the God of Thunder.”

“Don’t call him that,” I grumbled. “He’s not worthy of that kind of notoriety.”