Page 63 of The Knucklebone Brothers

Blythe’s jaw set, a hard, tight line. "Good job leavin' your gun down, dumbass!" he snapped.

Maverick just laughed, a loud, barking sound that echoed in the quiet trailer. "I did it on purpose," he said, his grin wide and unhinged. "I wanted to see what she would do."

Blythe’s irritation flared, hot and bright, but he didn't say another word. He just locked eyes with me, his gaze intense and searching, his hand moved up restin' on my hip. "Well, Rory," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "What will it be? You gonna get that beautiful pussy of yours shot, or you gonna put the gun down?"

I shoved the gun harder into his cheek, the metal diggin' into his skin, the pressure showing. I knew I had to give up, I knew I was beat, but the anger was still burnin' in my veins. I didn't want to lose, not like this.

"Okay, okay," I said, my voice shaky but firm. I slowly removed the gun from his face, my hand tremblin' just a little, and set it down on the bed.

Blythe was faster than I was. Before I could even pull my hand away, he snatched the gun up with his other hand. The hand that was on my hip gripped me tight, his fingers diggin' into my flesh, holdin' me there, not lettin' me move. He pressed the gun against my crotch, the cold barrel pressin' against the fabric. He looked right at me, his face a mask of calm, dangerous intent.

"You're a feisty little thing," he said, his voice a low, raspy whisper. "I'd never wanna hurt you like this, not for real. Only in fun ways. But killin' you? That was never supposed to be on the table."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I was freakin' out. A gun was pressed against my ass, and a gun was pressed against my pussy, both points of entry, both so close to something vital. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

A small, crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He looked satisfied, like he had me right where he wanted me.

Then Maverick moved in closer, his body brushin' against my back, his chest against my shoulder blades. "Maybe we should have a little fun," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Blythe slowly lowered the gun from my crotch, but he didn't let go of my hip. He looked over at Maverick, a silent exchange passin' between them. I couldn't see what was happening, but I knew they were doin' it again. Their silent conversations. The ones that said more than any words ever could.

Then Maverick didn't wait. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yankin' my head back hard. The pain was sharp, a jolt that made my eyes water, but I didn't make a sound. He leaned in, his hot breath ghostin' over my ear, and ran his tongue up the side of my face, a rough, wet swipe. It was aggressive, possessive, and I shivered, my body reactin' even against my will.

Then he let go of my hair, but his hand remained on the back of my neck, keepin' me bowed. He shoved me forward, my face smashing into Blythe's neck, the rough stubble scratchin' against my cheek. I was overwhelmed by his scent—woodsmoke, old paper, and the musk of a man who lived outside, a man who wasn't afraid of dirt or blood. "Stay there," he said, his voice low.

Maverick's hands moved to the hem of my shorts. He didn't ask. He didn't tease. He just yanked them down, rough and fast. They were gone. I was completely exposed from the waist down, my ass cheeks spread open and in the air, vulnerable and exposed. I held my breath, waitin' for the next move, waitin' to see what they were gonna do to me now.

Then I felt Maverick grab both sides of my hips, his hands rough, and he dragged me down. My face ended up level with Blythe's crotch, and I could see the outline of his cock straining against his boxers, a thick, dark line that looked heavy and ready.

Maverick leaned over my shoulder, his voice low and teasing. "Since you put yourself in the position on Blythe, I assume you're wantin' him," he then whispered. "Tell me I'm wrong."

I looked up at Blythe, our eyes lockin'. There was something in that look, something intense and hungry, that made my breath hitch. Even after everything he'd done, even after the chains and the dinner and the anger, in that moment, I did want him. His eyes held my gaze so intense, I've never felt so seen and wanted by just a look.

Then I felt the cold steel of Mavericks gun spreading my pussy apart, the metal cold against my skin. He gripped one of my ass cheeks, pulling me apart more, and said, "Pull his dick out. Now."

I looked at Blythe, his eyes dark with desire, and I slowly reached out, my fingers trembling, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. The fabric slid over his hips, and his cock lay heavy and thick against his stomach, a heavy club resting there. It was a beast, definitely a hog, thick and long with a slight curve to it that looked like it meant business.

As it came fully into view, my eyes went wide. There, right under the head, a simple steel bar piercing that glinted in the dim firelight. I stared at it, surprised. I hadn't expected something so... intimate. So wild on him. It made me think maybe I'd underestimated him this whole time. Maybe I didn't know him as well as I thought.

Maverick chuckled, a low, dark sound. "See?" he said, his hand still grippin' my cheek. "He's got a little somethin' extra. Just for you."

I stared down at Blythe, my eyes tracing the thick, heavy vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. I could feel my mouth waterin', a hungry ache deep in my belly that I couldn't deny. But I wasn't about to show them. Not yet. I kept my face blank, my eyes steady, tryin' to hide the hunger that was risin' in me like a tide.

Then Maverick spoke up, his voice dripping with mockery. "Look at that pretty, tight little pussy," he said, his hand grippin' my cheek harder. "She's soakin' wet. I can see it."

He gave my ass cheek a rougher squeeze, and I felt the cold metal of his gun slide between my lips spreadin' me open. "She likes this," he taunted, his voice low and dangerous. "She likes bein' controlled like this."

He didn't wait for me to answer. He grabbed a fistful of my hair again, yankin' my head back hard. "Say it," he commanded, his eyes dark and intense. "Tell me how bad you want us. Tell me how much you want this.” He gripped my hair harder. "Tell me how bad you want us to fuck you."

I gritted my teeth, my eyes meetin' blythes. I knew I had to give in, but I wasn't gonna make it easy. "I want you," I hissed, my voice barely a whisper.

Maverick let go of my hair and I fell forward onto Blythe. Without hesitatin', Blythe grabbed my face, his thumbs pressing into my cheek, and angled my head down toward him. I leaned in, my lips ghostin' over the tip of his cock, and started to lick. I ran my tongue from the base, up the thick vein, all the way to the head, and back down again. I circled my tongue around the steel piercing, the metal cool against my warm tongue.

A deep, guttural moan tore from Blythe’s throat, the sound vibratin' against my hand and shockin' me. It was a raw, animal sound that I hadn't expected to come from him. It made something deep inside me stir, a hunger I couldn't ignore. I wanted to hear that sound again. I wanted to make him lose control.

I locked eyes with him, seeing the raw desire burnin' in his gaze, and took his cock into my mouth. It was thick, heavy, and hot, fillin' my mouth completely. It was hard to fit, my lips stretchin' wide, but I swallowed as much as I could. I let my tongue play with the piercing, flickin' it gently, and scraped softly against my teeth. The sensation was electric, and Blythe let out a sound that was like a growl, a deep, animalistic rumble that felt like I just snatched his entire soul right out of his chest. I felt the satisfaction ripple through my entire body, a warm, electric current that made me weak in the knees.

I was drownin' in the heat of Blythe, the taste of him heavy and musky on my tongue, the steel of his piercing catchin' with every bob of my head. I was doing my best to take him, to swallow him down, but the air was getting thin.