Precarious

“Do it, baby,” Krypt growls, coming up behind me.

He lifts my hips, sliding his cock into my pussy without notice. I cry out, my mouth opening in pleasure. Maddox uses this moment to tangle his hands in my hair and bring my mouth down over his cock. He fills me completely, stretching my lips as Krypt is stretching my pussy.

Then Krypt starts fucking me. He begins with long, slow strokes that make my entire body shudder with want. I take Maddox’s cock, sucking it with everything I have, taking him deep and hard. All of our groans mingle. Maddox’s hand is in my hair, Krypt is fucking me harder now, and my entire body is erupting with pleasure.

Maddox’s cock swells in my mouth, and I gasp as I try to keep sucking while feeling my own orgasm building. “I’m goin’ to fuckin’ blow, fuck! Hurry up, Krypt,” Maddox pants. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroke it, while sucking deeper. Krypt snarls a curse and fucks me harder.

I’m the first to come, with a gentle bite on Maddox’s cock and a clench for Krypt. Maddox roars his release the moment my teeth make contact with his flesh, sending hot spurts of come into my mouth. Krypt follows behind him with his own bellow of passion.

When we can all breathe again, silence fills the room.

I release Maddox, dropping my head onto his lap. His hand goes into my hair where he strokes it softly. Krypt runs his hand down my spine sensually as he pulls out. I lay for a moment more before rolling off Maddox, taking part of the blanket with me.

Holy shit.

That was epic.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Another week passes, and I finally get to see Krypt’s place. He’s got a nice two-bedroom unit only about ten miles from the clubhouse. I’m quite surprised, having imagined he lived somewhere more . . . rundown. Now that we have an escape, we spend far more time in his house, naked, than we do at the clubhouse.

Today, though, we’re having a family cookout. It’s when the club opens its doors to allow all the old ladies, wives, lovers and children in for a huge feast. It’s always fun, and a lot of laughs. I really love the atmosphere as I walk around, serving food and making salads.

When I’m empty, I head back to the kitchen to join Santana again. She’s preparing dessert. She smiles when I enter. “Have they eaten all that already?”

I nod, grinning. “Yep, bikers are a hungry bunch.”

“They are.”

One of the club whores slinks into the kitchen. She isn’t really meant to be here, but she managed to come in with one of the guys. They don’t usually have them around on cookouts that include family. She stares at Santana and I with a cruel expression.

“Have you got a problem?” Santana snaps.

“No problem,” the whore grunts. “Isn’t anyone allowed to make eye contact with you? Prez’s little angel.”

Santana rolls her eyes. “Grow up and go find a dick to suck.”

“Yeah fuck off,” I bark.

“Aw, don’t be jealous,” the whore says to me. “It’s not my fault he’s put his dick in me, too.”

Too. Shit.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” I growl. “Now leave.”

The whore laughs, throws her head back and laughs. “His little princess here doesn’t know, does she?”

God, shut your mouth. I want to lunge at her and stab her in the face with the fork I’m holding.

“Know what?” Santana asks.

“That Maddox likes to make an Ash sandwich with Krypt. I saw them myself. Ash was giving Maddox one hell of a dick sucking while Krypt fucked her. And she says she’s not a whore.”

Her loud laughter fills the room.

Fuck. Me.

“What?” Santana gasps.

Shit. Fuck.

“Will you fuck off?” I bark at the girl.

She laughs, but leaves the room. I turn slowly to Santana.

“Is that true, Ash?” her voice is low, fragile.

If I lie . . .fuck, I can’t lie.

“Yes,” I whisper. “But I didn’t know you cared about him, Santana. You said you didn’t, you said you were seeing Alec and . . .”

Oh God, her face. It’s twisted in agony. Shit, fucking shit. She does care about him; I can see it now.

“I’m so sorry, oh God, Santana. I didn’t . . . I didn’t know.”

“I don’t fucking care. I don’t fucking—”

Her voice breaks off and she turns, rushing from the room.

“Santana!” I yell.

I rush after her, but she’s already disappeared. Shit. I run outside where the bikers are all sitting around a fire. I notice Maddox and hurry towards him.

“Maddox, we kind of have a problem.”

His eyes widen and he stands, Krypt, who is beside him, stands too.

“What?”

“One of the whores, ah, saw us that night when we, ah . . .”

“Get on with it,” he barks.

“Don’t be a cunt to her, Prez. Let her speak,” Krypt snaps.

“She told Santana and . . . she ran out. She was really hurt.”

“Fuck!” Maddox roars. “Fuck!”

“I don’t know where she went. I’m sorry Maddox, I thought . . . She said she didn’t care, and I was stupid enough to believe her.”

Maddox is already gone by the time I’m finished my sentence. Krypt wraps his arms around me, holding close. How could I not know Santana cared about Maddox? I should have picked it up, but she seemed so adamant that she didn’t. Then she said she was into Alec . . .