Reese

ChapterEleven

“What the hell happened to you?” Vega asks Blink, who is lying on the floor with his arm over his eyes.

“You have a psychotic girlfriend. Do you know that? She is fucking evil.”

Vega beams with pride.

“Don’t you mean we?”

“Oh, fuck no. The psychotic version is all yours. My Mal is sweet and kind.”

I crack up laughing. “I’ve never been accused of being sweet and kind in my life.”

He pulls his arms from his face and looks at me.

“What you’re doing for those kids, you’re giving them back pieces that someone else took. Fixing cracks that nobody else even noticed. You’re damn sweet and kind, you just hide it well.”

“You can just keep that to yourself. I have a reputation to protect.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” He laughs as he reaches a hand up for me.

I grab it intending to help him up, but instead, he yanks me down on top of him.

The breath rushes out of me, but before I can curse him out, he kisses me, and I forget to be mad. Damn these boys and their kisses. Kryptonite kisses, that’s what they are. They steal my senses and twist my logic until all I can think, feel, and breathe is them. I don’t know if I should be impressed or pissed. If Dulce could see me now, she’d be laughing her boobs off. I’m supposed to be the jaded, unaffected one in our group. Yet here I am, grinding down on the hard cock, trying to rip free from its confines so it can invade and conquer.

“Eh, unless you want this to turn into a group event, you might want to chill the fuck out,” Vega snaps but not with anger, with frustration.

I pull my mouth from Blink’s and look up at him apologetically.

At least, that was the plan. I never expected him to be so close or for his hard dick to be at eye level.

“Mal,” Vega growls as I stare at his cock in a dickmatized haze.

“Fuck it.” He shoves his hand into my hair and tips my head back so that my eyes meet his. The fierce look on his face makes me whimper with need.

Holy shit. Did that noise come from me? Oh, hell no.

“You want my dick, Mal, is that it?” I open my mouth to protest, which, in hindsight, was a bad idea. He takes that as a yes and yanks his cock free from his shorts before thrusting it into my mouth.

I should punch him. And I will, but it’s bad manners to have a dick in your mouth and not suck it. Pretty sure that advice came from Lollie, not my grandmother, but I could be wrong. My grandmother was a spitfire, after all.

Either way, I’ll just give him a, hi, how you doing suck. Then I’ll punch him.

“Jesus, Mal, if I’m fucking dreaming, don’t wake me up.”

Blink says something to Vega, but I’m too focused on the dick in my mouth to pay attention to what he’s saying.

When Vega pulls his dick free, I look up at him and bite my lip. Now is punching time. I’m just getting ready. Any minute now...

“Stand up and strip. Blink wants you to sit your pretty pussy on his face. You want that?”

Eh, does Dolly Parton sleep on her back?

My eyes must give me away because he grins that wicked smile of his before helping me up.

“Clothes off. Now.”

I do as he asks as he wanders to the door and flips the lock.