Page 64 of The Knucklebone Brothers

Then I felt it. Maverick. One of his hands slid between my legs, his fingers spreadin' my pussy lips wide. The tip of his gun, cold and hard, was pressed against my entrance, nudgin' at me. He moved it slow, agonizin' slow, slidin' it up to my clit, the metal gliding over my clit.

I gasped around Blythe’s cock, a muffled, desperate sound, my body trembling as Maverick teased me. Blythe reached up, his fingers tanglin' in my hair, pulling it back and away from my face so he could see me. The look in his eyes was so intense.

Maverick’s voice was a low, dirty whisper in my ear, hot and mocking. "Look at you," he said, his hand rubbin' the tip of the gun against my clit. "Take him in your mouth like our good little slut. That's it. Show us how much you want us."

I couldn't help it. A moan escaped me, muffled and wet, right around Blythe’s thick dick. The filth of his words, the degradin' nature of it all—it was twisted, it was wrong, but God help me, I was enjoyin' it. I was drownin' in it.

The cold metal of Maverick's gun against my clit felt so good, so wrong, but I welcomed it. It was like a spark in the dark, a fire that was already burnin' me alive. I didn't want it to stop. My body was on fire, every nerve singin'.

Blythe’s breathing was getting ragged. He was close, so close to losin' control, and I could feel the tension radiatin' off him. I pushed back against the gun, helping it reach the right spot, needin' more, needin' to feel that cold metal slide against me.

Maverick’s hand on me tightened, his grip like a vise. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and mocking. "You like feelin' helpless."

Blythe’s moan was deep and ragged, a sound that vibrated right through me, shakin' my whole body. "Fuck, Rory," he groaned, his voice thick with need. "It feels so good. You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth."

That praise, mixed with the taste of him and the feel of Maverick's hand on me, sent a jolt straight to my core. I wanted to show him how much I wanted him, how much I could take. I took him deeper, swallowin' down as much as I could, the tip of his cock pressin' against the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, but I didn't stop. I hollowed out my cheeks, suckin' hard, my tongue playin' with that steel piercing.

Then I felt the heat of Mavericks tongue. It was wet and hot, and it traced a slow hungry line from my pussy, up through the crack of my ass, and right to my hole. He licked me there, a rough, open-mouthed swipe that made me gasp and arch my back. He teased me, his tongue circling, slicking it up with his spit. He started rubbin' my asshole with his thumb, slick and slow. It was a strange sensation, foreign and intense, but I didn't pull away. I pushed back against it, wantin' more.

Then, his thumb pressed inside, slowly. The stretch was sharp, a burn that made my eyes roll back in my head. I gasped around Blythe’s cock, the sensation overwhelming. It was too much, it wasn't enough, and I was lost in the twisted, dirty heat of it all.

I sped up, my head bobbin' faster now, my throat working overtime to take him. Blythe’s hand tightened in my hair, not hurting me, but helping me, shovin' his cock deeper and faster, poundin' into my mouth. The wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth takin' him filled the trailer, a lewd, wet slap that matched the rhythm of Maverick’s fingers.

Maverick was working me over from behind. The cold gun was still rubbin' my clit, a relentless friction that was making my vision blur. And his thumb... God, his thumb was stretchin' me wide, pushin' in and out, opening me up, fillin' me up. The combination was a storm, a hurricane buildin' inside me, and I was hanging on by a thread.

"Come for us, Rory," Maverick said, his voice low and commanding. "Coat my gun in your come. Let us see how much of a mess you can make."

Blythe’s grip in my hair tightened, his breaths quickening. "I'm gonna come," he rasped, his voice strained. "Swallow it, Rory. Swallow it all."

That was all it took. The warning, the command, the heat of him spillin' down my throat. I felt the pulse of him, thick and hot, and I swallowed it down, greedily takin' every drop. It was intense, a flood of salty taste that coated my tongue. And right then, the dam broke. My body released, my hips buckin' against Maverick’s hand, the gun pressin' hard against my clit as I rode out the wave of my climax, my back archin' and my breath catchin' in ragged gasps.

Blythe let out a low, guttural moan, a sound of pure relief and satisfaction. He collapsed back against the pillows, his hand loosening in my hair, his chest risin' and fallin' fast. "Yeah," he breathed, a long, shuddery sigh escaped his lips. "That's it. Good girl."

Maverick pulled his thumb out of my ass, and the gun slid away from my throbbing clit. I sat up, breathing heavily, my body still trembling, straddlin' Blythe. He looked wrecked, his eyes half-lidded and hazed, but he didn't let me move.

Maverick walked around the side of the bed, standin' right in front of me. He had that same grin on his face, the one that said he'd just won. He reached out and grabbed me by the throat, his fingers diggin' into my skin, not hard enough to choke me, but enough to hold me in place. His eyes were dark, drillin' into mine.

"Time for dessert," he said, his voice low and teasing. He held the gun up to my face, the steel still glistenin' with my juices. "Taste yourself," he commanded. "Lick it off."

I looked at the gun, then up at him. I leaned in, my tongue dartin' out, and swiped it over the metal, collecting the slick, sweet taste of my own release. It tasted good. I licked it clean, my eyes never leavin' his.

Maverick let go of my throat, his eyes sparkling with that unhinged amusement, and tossed the gun onto the nightstand. He didn't say another word. He just walked over to the small bathroom door, ducked inside, and vanished.

I sat there for a second, heart pounding, tryin' to catch my breath. Blythe was still layin' there, his chest risin' and fallin', lookin' peaceful for the first time all day. I looked down at myself, still naked from the waist down, the skin of my thighs slick and warm. I grabbed my shorts from the floor, pullin' them on. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and confused.

Maverick came back out of the bathroom a moment later. He walked over to the bed, leaned down, and kissed me on the forehead. "Good girl," he whispered. "Get some rest. Opening night is tomorrow."

He turned and walked out of the trailer, leaving the door open behind him. I stared at the door, then at Blythe, who was already getting comfortable to go back to sleep. I climbed into bed, pullin' the covers up to my chin, and stared at the ceiling. This was a step further into this fucked-up family. I didn't know what it meant, but I knew I wasn't going back to the world I came from. I was theirs now.

Chapter 24

I woke up to the thin, grey light of morning creepin' through the trailer window. For a second, I didn't know where I was. Then it all came back to me—the gun, the taste of Blythe, Maverick's thumb in my ass. A shiver went through me, a strange mix of fear and a thrill that made my stomach clench. I was scared, yeah, but a part of me was excited, too. I could feel it, a low hum under my skin.

I reached out, but the space beside me was empty. Blythe was gone. I sat up, the blankets fallin' away, and looked around the small trailer. That's when Maverick came waltzin' out of the little kitchen area. He was shirtless, his chest and arms all hard muscle and tattoos, wearin' a pair of loose sweats that hung low on his hips. He was eatin' from a bowl, a big, white thing that was shaped a little too perfectly, a little too... familiar.

I stared at it. It was a skull. A real, human skull. The top had been cut clean off, and the inside was filled with his breakfast.

"What the hell are you eating from?" I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep and shock.