Stone Cold - Ashby Crime Family

A low, amused chuckle escaped, and I was happy to see her smile match my own. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I told her as I slowly extracted my fingers from her still wet, still convulsing pussy and rubbed the tips all over her clit, enjoying the play of emotions on her face. Surprise. Wonder. Desire. Hunger. “How about a quick shower?”

A smile lit her eyes and she nodded, sitting up and walking gingerly to the master bathroom. “You’re right, I am sore.” Without conscious thought, her hands went between her legs and the proper, appearances concerned young woman I met had returned. Briefly. “I can’t believe I just did that. Excuse me while I go die.”

Another laugh escaped and I watched as she slipped inside the bathroom, but not before catching a glimpse of her skin reddening in embarrassment.

“Don’t die,” I told her when I stepped inside the marble standing shower with the waterfall head, startling her, “that would make this next part a lot less fun.”

“What part…oh!” She didn’t say much after that because we stood there with the water running over us, kissing like teenagers who’d just discovered how amazing sex could be. She lifted one leg over my hip as she stroked my cock, telling me she wouldn’t be satisfied with a finger this time. “I want this. Please.”

I slid in from behind, groaning at how tight she was as her cunt pulsed around me, squeezing me in its grip until my vision blurred.

“Fuck, Bonnie,” I groaned.

She panted and reached around with one hand, grabbing my ass, silently begging for more. “Don’t hold back Cal. I want it all.”

I didn’t. I gripped her hips hard enough that I knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t give a damn. I took the pleasure she was offering. Had my fill of it, pounding into her while the cries of satisfaction echoed in the shower. It wasn’t a pretty fuck, oh, no. It was hard and fast and dirty.

It was just what we both needed after the intensity of last night.

Heavy footfalls stole the afterglow of the orgasm even though it was just Virgil. And Jasper.

Bonnie gasped in shock, maybe it was embarrassment, and shielded her body with my own.

“My God,” she whispered and tried to make herself as small as possible.

“Hey guys. What’s up?”

Jasper’s expression was inscrutable but Virgil, he was just plain pissed.

“Midnight Mass got shot up last night. No fatalities, just a lot of fucking damage,” he growled.

“And cops,” Jasper added with a sneer. “A shit ton of fucking cops, Cal.”

I nodded, understanding this was bad but not understanding what any of it had to do with me. “Okay. What do you need from me?”

Virgil took a step forward and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that his glare was going right through me. To Bonnie.

“They were looking for the red-headed bitch who still owes them money. Squeaker’s death didn’t change that,” he said, his voice hard and his tone steely.

“Hang on,” I told my brother, unwilling to let him blame Bonnie or intimidate her when she was in such a vulnerable position.

“No, fuck that Cal. We’ve given her chance after chance and now it’s time she answers some fucking questions.”

Slowly Bonnie stepped out from behind me, one arm covering her tits and the other trying hard to cover her pussy. “Turn the fuck around,” I barked at them.

Jasper snorted. “Nothing we’ve never seen before.”

“It’s okay,” Bonnie said softly but I shook off her words.

“No. It’s not fucking okay; you were a virgin twelve hours ago and now you’re comfortable with strange men staring at you naked?”

Realizing the reality of the situation, Bonnie’s skin turned a frightening shade of red and her head sank.

“It doesn’t matter.”

I didn’t understand the air of defeat, and I didn’t fucking like it. She turned to Virgil and Jasper. “I can explain.” Just like that she went from tomato red to deathly pale.

“Explain what?” I said at the same time Virgil barked out his orders.

“So explain!”

“Let us get dressed first,” I told them and stood in front of her, letting my brothers know that this was non-negotiable. “Now.”

“We’ll be downstairs.” Virgil and Jasper stomped out, anger radiating from them both.

As soon as we were alone, I turned to Bonnie. “Well?”

“I, uhm…need to get dressed.” She practically ran, naked, from my bathroom to her guest room across the hall, returning minutes later in black stretch pants and a Glitz University hoodie that made her look far younger than she was. “I still owe money to The Crusaders.”

I nodded. “In another week you’ll be at your 30 days and I’ll pay it off.”

“They added interest. A lot,” she said quietly. “For every day I don’t pay.”

That didn’t make sense, not one fucking bit. At first. “You’re still getting drugs from them,” I said. It wasn’t a question; she was still using. “Goddammit Bonnie!”