FALLON
“If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a fucking king,” Hail said as he sank in a chair in his room and snorted a line of coke from the table.
“Why you doing coke, man?” Drake called out. “I got more sugar. I thought you wanted to try this shit.”
“I do,” Hail grunted, adjusting his dick in his pants and then rubbing his nose but missing some of the powder. “But later.”
“You’re missing out,” Tate said as Drake shook his head and pulled out a small baggie.
I sat forward, watching as he took the items out.
“What’s this?” I gestured to the paraphernalia on the small table.
“What’s it look like?” Drake asked, smirking. “It’s drugs.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “No shit.” I moved forward and picked up a syringe and small vial, examining them. “Injectable?”
“Yeah, guy I got it from said it hits faster and offers a more intense high. He said the injectable has hallucinogenic effects with it. Different strain or some shit.”
“You want to take hallucinogens?” I looked back to Hail, who shrugged.
“I want to know who the fuck this De Luca guy is, thinking he can come onto our turf and push his drugs. I need to know what we’re dealing with. So if I have to see little, green men, I’ll do it,” Hail said, sniffing and wiping at his nose again.
The fucker was already feeling his coke high.
“I think you should hold off a bit before trying it,” I said. “I think we need to know how this shit interacts with the shit you’re taking.”
Hail waved me off but didn’t argue.
“I think fucking Valentino broke a rib,” Drake said, wincing as he raised his arm. “Shit hurts, man.”
“Pretty sure you broke one back,” Tate said, high-fiving him.
“You got a good hit in on De Santis.” Drake grinned at me before grimacing again. “Thought he might lose it and shoot you in the face though.”
I nodded. I’d lost it myself for a minute and taken my frustrations out on him when I’d known damn well I shouldn’t have.
It had been days since that night in Bianca’s room when Dominic had made me lick his and Vincent’s come off her body and out of her pussy. I wasn’t complaining about eating out my girl, but I wasn’t overjoyed about having to clean up after the assholes. It had made me feel like a little bitch on my knees begging for scraps.
But I knew I’d do it again and again because Bianca was worth it to me. I’d do anything for her. I wanted to prove to her I was someone she could trust and love. I wanted her to see my loyalty. Shit, if De Santis told me to drop to my knees and suck his dick, I’d do it just to prove my fucking point. Dudes didn’t do it for me, but she did. I wanted her to know nothing would stop me when it came to her.
“I’m jealous. I wanted to punch him in the face,” Tate grumbled, setting up lines of sugar. “But I wanted to grab Bianca more. I should have.” He looked angry that he hadn’t, and that shit pissed me off.
“What would you have done?” Drake teased. “Come in your hand? Because we all know you’d cream yourself before your dick even touched her. You lasted all of two minutes when she sucked your dick that time.”
“Fallon is the MVP for that.” Hail laughed. “He got all holier than thou, trying to guard his virtue. Motherfucker has had his cock buried in so many pussies that hers terrified him into chastity.”
“Eat shit,” I muttered. “It wasn’t like that. I’d fucked Maria Vance earlier that day. I wasn’t in the mood.”
The guys guffawed loudly, further irritating me. I hadn’t fucked Maria Vance. We’d made out in the locker room, but I hadn’t taken it as far as I could have.
As for my princess, I wasn’t one to enjoy a woman being forced to do anything for me. I’d been captivated by Bianca from the beginning and having her on her knees for me with everyone watching while she cried had rubbed me wrong. So I’d taken the opportunity to show her early on that I cared about her.
But man, what a nightmare it had been, wanting her so much and not being able to have her. That was all it had taken. I’d been teetering on the edge of falling, but the moment her soft lips had wrapped around my shaft, I had taken the plunge. Her strength, her resilience to the bullshit, the way she’d looked at me… yeah, there had been no going back. She was all I’d wanted.
Sounded fucked up, but it had been more than the blow job. I’d wanted to protect her like a national fucking treasure from that moment on.
I’d failed so hard though.
“Whatever. I’ve fucked Maria Vance before. The last thing anyone would want is not having sex after because her pussy is so chewed up it’s like fucking a bag of air,” Hail called amid the guys’ laughter.
I shook my head, ignoring them.
“Listen. When Bianca was sucking your cock that night, did you get the feeling she was enjoying herself?” Tate asked.
Drake snorted, and Hail laughed.
“She wasn’t enjoying herself. She didn’t want to suck our cocks,” I said, disgusted he even thought anything close to that.
“The way she stroked my dick definitely didn’t seem that way to me,” Tate continued. “But hey, you’re lucky, Fallon. Hail already said when we grab her, you’ll get to fuck her. You should be proud.”
I grunted. Fuck that. I’d never let that shit happen, but I played along anyway because the last damn thing I needed was to fuck this up too.
“Seriously, though,” Tate pressed. “You’re going to do it, right? When we snatch her?”
I swallowed, knowing I had to answer. “Yes.”