away as I sanitised my hands then passed the bottle to Monroe who rubbed it everywhere. Including around his eye, making me stifle a snort which he shot me a glare for.
“Well, it could have been worse anyway,” Blake commented.
“How could it have been worse? Your dick poked me in the eye,” Monroe growled.
“It wasn’t my dick, it was the Shewee. Jeez, dramatic much?”
Monroe dove forward and punched him in the ribs then the two of them started wrestling – hopefully not in the puddle of piss.
Blake caught my hand as I tried to make a run for the car to tell Kyan what had happened and I ended up in the middle of them, being tickled and poked until all of us were laughing, the sound carrying up into the trees. The two of them turned on me pretty damn quickly, crushing me between them so my back was to Blake’s chest and my front was to Monroe’s.
“Hmm, what are we gonna do with this little bird we’ve got trapped in our cage?” Blake taunted, his mouth brushing my ear and making me want to lean into his touch. But I wasn’t going to be easy prey.
“Maybe you should both close your eyes and I’ll give you payment to get out of your trap,” I suggested huskily and Nash grinned as he shut his eyes.
I glanced over my shoulder to find Blake had done the same then drew Monroe closer to me by the back of his neck, grinding my ass into Blake’s crotch, his dick growing solid against me, so I guessed the Shewee hadn’t done any permanent damage. If it had, I’d have stomped on the bitch.
“I’m waiting for your mouth on mine,” I purred and Monroe leaned forward as I reeled him in then I ducked aside at the last moment and looked up to find his mouth colliding with Blake’s.
“Dammit, Cinders,” Blake growled, the two of them lurching away from one another and I laughed my victory, sprinting back toward the car as I escaped.
“Oh no you don’t!” Nash cried, racing after me just as Saint started blasting the horn impatiently.
I laughed as I tore through the trees, their footfalls crashing along behind me as they tried to catch up. The car came into view and Saint glared at me from the driver’s seat with his brows pulling together. He looked like a father whose patience was wearing thin and we were definitely the kids grinding his gears. Maybe he’d like me to call him Daddy the next time he spanked me.
“Open the door!” I called to him as his eyes moved to Nash and Blake chasing behind me.
Saint opened it immediately and I dove into his lap while he slammed it shut and two heavy bodies collided with the car, rocking the whole thing.
“I’m gonna soak these bagels in gasoline, slide ‘em onto your dick and light it up like a bonfire,” Kyan slurred as I twisted around in Saint’s lap, adrenaline bouncing through my limbs.
“Thanks.” I grinned at Saint, then went to climb through to the back seat but he held on tighter, refusing to let me go.
“I think I’m owed a better thank you than that.” He smirked like the dark god he was as Monroe and Blake fought to get into the back seat of the car.
“Well, what would you like? A gift basket full of torture devices? Or sex toys?” I asked sweetly and he snared my mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue hot and demanding against mine.
When he released me, I was flushed and grinning.
“You can send the gift basket too,” he taunted.
Blake scrambled his way into the back seat with the desperation of a starving dog as he kicked Monroe away, his need to win sparking in his green eyes. Monroe grabbed the back of his waistband, trying to haul him out by it, but Blake held on to Kyan’s arm and his sweatpants went flying down his legs to his ankles, baring his ass while Monroe fell down in the mud.
I fell apart laughing as I rolled into the passenger seat and clipped my belt in place. “Shotgun,” I sang and Saint smirked at me satisfactorily.
“Goddammit, Blake,” Monroe growled as Blake was forced to wiggle into the middle seat while he tugged up his pants and Monroe climbed in beside him, shutting the door hard. Saint started up the engine, taking off down the road, gathering speed by the second.
I frowned at the phone sitting in