Page 45 of Smoke

Omen clicks his tongue, perturbed. “She’s fine. I was there before it got bad. Cherry is a grown woman, and she can do whatever she wants. If she gets hurt… well, then she gets fucking hurt.”

My stomach flips. So he does care about me. “I’m sorry I scared you too, Om. Scarrow’s right. I shouldn’t have unblocked Kane. And I definitely shouldn’t have agreed to meet him alone.”

“Well, at least he’s dead now. So, thank God for small favors, right?” Hawk takes my hands in his, interlocking his fingers gently with mine. “You are a grown woman who can take care of herself. But you’re also our woman. Which means you check in, you don’t disappear, and you don’t engage with creeps who want to hurt you. You get me?”

All I heard was the ‘you’re our woman’ part. Butterflies swim in my belly. “Yes. I promise. I won’t do anything like that again.”

He smirks as he kisses the tops of my hands. “You like being ours, don’t you?”

I nod and blow out a shaky breath. “Yeah. And I need all three of you next to me in bed tonight.”

Scarrow grips the arm of the couch. “You think you can handle it?” The ache in his voice winds me up, sending tingles up my thighs.

I glance between them, eager and needy for their hands and mouths on me. “Of course, I can. You wouldn’t claim me if I couldn’t.” My gaze lingers on Omen as I still have so much to figure out about him. “Is that true for you, too, Om? Am I yours?”

Omen loosens his tie before sliding it off, his eyes hooded as he gazes hungrily at me. He stalks toward me, shaking his head. “You piss me off, mama. Every fucking day with your smart-ass mouth and complete lack of spatial awareness.”

My stomach drops into my ass. Fucking hell.

He pulls me to my feet before backing me into the nearest wall. “But you’re more mine than anything and anyone in this hellscape.” Goose pimples spread across my skin as he presses his body against mine. “For fuck’s sake, I’m like putty in your fucking hands.”

“Then take me to bed,” I rasp. I turn to Scarrow and Hawk. “I want this more than anything.”

Omen grabs my hips from behind and whispers in my ear, “I’m the one with the king size bed. So take off your clothes, and get your sexy ass to my room. We’ll be right behind you.”

“Is this okay?” I ask Hawk. I will never do anything without his approval. It’s always been us from the beginning. If he’s not ready for this, then I won’t do it.

He pulls me to his chest. My heart flutters when he press his lips to my temple, his warm breath tickling my skin. “The only people I care about are in this room. We’re a family. Of course, it’s okay.”

I shimmy out of my tank top and drawstring pajama pants, pulling my panties down with them. There’s a crackling of energy in the air. The kind you can almost cut with a knife. And after this long fucking traumatic night, the only thing I want is to be passed out between these three unhinged criminals after they fuck me raw. My hot as fuck, sexy, unpredictable psychos.

“You look so pretty like this,” I praise. My sweet Cherry is naked and on her knees, patiently waiting for the three of us in Omen’s bedroom.

Omen and Scarrow remove their clothes and go to her. Sandwiched between them, she purrs like a kitten as they kiss and stroke her. My cock swells in an instant, reaching full fucking mast before my pants are even off.

Her eyelids flutter as she gazes over at me. She reaches her hand out. “Come here, Hawk. I want you too.”

I take off my shirt first, then my shoes and pants before taking a seat in Omen’s brown leather recliner. “I want to watch for a little while first.”

Scarrow moans in her ear as he fingers her wet pussy. “You like it when your brother watches. You like putting on a show for him, don’t you?” The ache in his voice is so thick, I wonder how long he’ll last before he cums.

She whimpers between them as Omen pinches her nipples and sucks on her neck. “Yeah,” she whines. “Fuck, that feels good. Uhhh.”

My breath quivers as I slide my boxers down and palm my cock. She looks so fucking hot swaying back and forth as they take turns sliding their thick fingers in and out of her swollen cunt. Her chest and nipples are bright red, glistening with sweat. I squeeze my balls and feel the blood rush forward. Fuck.

“Hawk, please,” she begs. “I need you.”

Mmm. I’m going to fucking burst the second I slide inside her. Which is what she fucking wants. That’s the only time she has complete control of me. Usually it’s the other way around. “You’re my fucking toy, Cherry. My favorite fucking toy to play with. Mine to share.”

Omen pushes her back against the bed, laying her down flat. “Arms up.” As soon as she lifts them over her head, he slides her wrists into the restraints that hang from the bedposts. “You might be his toy, but you’re my fucking slut.”

“Oh, fuck,” she unfurls on a moan.

Scarrow leaves a trail of kisses down her belly. “I believe you owe me a snack, sweetheart. It’s only fair since I let you drink from my cock.”

She spreads her leg wide, the flush deepening across her skin. “Fair’s fair,” she murmurs.

I stroke faster, harder, squeezing my shaft until I can barely take the tension. “Yeah, show us how much you like the taste of her sweet pussy, Scar. Treat yourself like it’s your fucking birthday.”