Page 17 of Smoke

Scarrow pops up from the couch. “Oh, I think I will partake. She’s been drooling over my tats for days. If she behaves, I’ll let her lick one.”

Omen huffs. “Yeah, you have fun with that.”

Scarrow shrugs, but he can’t keep that smug grin off his face. I’ve seen the way Cherry looks at both of them. Scarrow’s easy, but Omen will be a challenge.

And I’ll get my fill like I always do when I watch.

She’ll do it for me. My little live wire always performs for her keeper. She’s the match and I’m the gasoline. Yeah, I’ve kept her all these years like a delicate flower. I hover close enough to breathe her in but never touch. If I did, I’d crush her petals. I wouldn’t be able to stop until she was bruised and swollen and weeping for more. And that would send us both straight to hell.

Omen eyes me warily again. “You sure you’re good, man? You’ve been acting off since she walked through that door.”

“Just settling back in. Don’t fucking ask me again, Om. I already had a momma once and you ain’t as pretty or as smart as she was.” They are the closest things to best friends a man like me will ever get. But they aren’t gonna know my soul like Cherry does. They can’t see the filthy despicable things I do to her in my mind.

I forget that they’ve never seen me around her. I met these two in prison and kept them away from Preacher’s house at first, only bringing them with me to church so he could get used to them hanging around.

But I wasn’t ready for them to meet Cherry. I knew they’d want her and she’d want them. I was still hoarding her for myself back then. But now… I know she needs more than I can give her. So I’ll let them play with her too.

“Hey, Scar, why don’t you check on Cherry? See if she needs anything.” I can’t keep the ache out of my voice.

A blush sweeps across his face. “You sure?”

I nod. “Yeah. I’ll be right behind you.”

Omen shakes his head. “I’m gonna grab a bed in one of the guest rooms. I’m fucking beat, man.”

I wait a few minutes before stalking down the hallway. As I get closer to her room, I hear that feisty voice of hers, followed by Scarrow’s laughter.

I wait outside the door, my heart racing, listening.

“Let me make it up to you, Cherry,” Scarrow pleads on the other side of the door. “I can make you feel so fucking good.”

“I’m tired, Scar.” Her resolve is fading, her resistance down. I can hear it in her voice. I got her worked up earlier, so now she’s fucking desperate to be touched. She just needs another little push…

I open the door and lean against the frame. My pulse ticks up a notch when I see Scar straddling her, boxing her in against the mattress.

Her breath hitches when we lock eyes. “Is this what you want?” she asks on a wispy breath.

I return to the chair that still sits at the foot of her bed. Where I watched her sleep earlier. Now I want to watch her do something else. “Stop being so stubborn. You know you want him to make you cum.”

Scarrow slides his hands down her belly. “Pretty please,” he begs.

She nods but never takes her eyes off me. “Okay. Yes, I mean. You can eat my pussy.”

Scarrow lets out a little whimper of approval as he peels her panties off. He spreads her legs and blows on her pussy first.

Her eyes widen as she arches her back. “Ohhh. Okay. Fuck. Mmm.”

My cock stirs when I see how she glistens for him. For me.

“Relax, darlin’,” Scarrow coos. He drags the tip of his tongue up the length of her slit. She rolls her hips up, matching his rhythm.

“Yeah, just like that,” she urges.

The sight of her squirming and twitching underneath him while he licks her thoroughly is enough to make me cum hard and hot real fucking quick.

“Spread her lips back,” I murmur. “She likes that.”

Scarrow moans and follows my suggestion, peeling her open like a delicate flower. He licks the inside of one of her pussy lips.