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I’d ask him what he means by that, but he’s out again before I get the chance.
“What’s he talking about, Bunny?” Doc’s green eyes flick in my direction before he goes back to triage.
I shrug. “Hell if I know. He called me ‘Bunny Love’ in the club. Must be someone he knows. From the way he talked, it sounded like a girlfriend … but why would he be hitting on the Cobra’s girlfriend if he’s got one of his own?”
Kendrick meets my gaze in the rearview. “Why does Bunny Love sound so familiar?”
Doc secures an ice pack to the guy’s busted hand with vet tape. “Well, we know he can’t be talking about you, because you’d gut anyone who called you that for real.”
He’s right. I totally would.
Kendrick pulls into the garage of the Burrow, our home base of operations, and jumps out to drag the barrier back across the opening.
From the outside, the Burrow looks like a condemned factory—probably because that’s what it was when we claimed it. Construction barriers, boarded-up doors and windows, and warning signs keep curious people out of our business, but we’ve managed to make the interior livable enough. Keys tapped us into the power grids and hooked up internet, and Doc has a whole floor dedicated to his “practice,” as he calls it. Kendrick squirreled away enough discarded workout equipment to set up a nice gym in the basement level, while Keys mostly hangs out in his control room, where wall-to-wall stolen monitors give him an inside view of any hackable camera in the city.
As for the sleeping arrangements? Well, let’s just say we’re a tight-knit family here.
Doc and Kendrick roll our stolen stretcher out of the van and race for the elevators to take my new friend to surgery. As promised, Doc got him stable, but now comes the tough part: putting him back together.
Since Kendrick is Doc’s go-to nurse, I take off my bunny ears and head for the other elevator to go see what Keys is up to.
I find Keys in his usual spot in the control room, sucking on a lollipop as his steel blue eyes flit from screen to screen. His fingers fly over the keys on his keyboard, and a cute little wrinkle forms between his brows as he concentrates on something.
“Whatcha doin’?” I ask, walking up beside him and brushing his silver-blonde hair out of the way so I can nuzzle his neck.
Keys takes the lolli out of his mouth to turn and give me a kiss. He tastes like cherry.
“How’s the patient?”
Concern is written in the worry lines on his forehead. Does Keys know our mystery guest?
“He’ll be fine. Doc’s on the case.” My hand slides down the front of Keys’ chest, his open shirt exposing him to my touch. He’s not as buff as Kendrick, but his toned skin feels nice beneath my fingertips. I nibble on his earlobe and turn his chair around, straddling his lap.
“Oh, does Bunny want to play?”
I taste his cherry lips again. “Bunny always wants to play after a hard night’s work. Why should tonight be any different?”
Keys’ deft fingers unzip my outfit in short order. He slides it off and palms my tits as soon as they’re free. I take the lolli from him to prevent getting sticky boobs and pop it in my mouth. Keys flashes a smarmy grin. He lowers his head to my chest, taking my nipple between his teeth and nibbling. I moan and grind against him. Keys is always up for a quickie while Doc and Kendrick stitch up our latest rescue.
While Keys tends to my breast with his mouth, he lets his hands explore more of me. His long, thin fingers slide the crotch of my thong out of their way and dip inside. I squirm and sigh and gasp, slowly raising and lowering my hips while he fingers me.
“Does Bunny wanna hop?”
This is my favorite game. Iloveriding Keys before washing the blood out of my hair.
Since he’s the weakest of us physically, this is the closest he ever gets to the action: when the blood from my fun smears from my bare skin to his. It turns us both on so much that sometimes, when there’s no fun to be had that night, I let Keys play with his knives a little bit. Just a little. Just enough.
His tongue traces a line between my breasts, chasing down a bead of sweat that has trailed through a splotch of the bodyguard’s blood. The Burrow’s A/C must be down again; I’ll have to have Kendrick check that out later.
While Keys plays, I reach between us and free him from his pants. His long dick pops out, already hard for me.
I love the fancy gaming chair we scavenged for Keys to work in. Its wide arms give me plenty of room to sit with my thighs on either side of his slender hips, making it the perfect place for us to blow off steam after I’ve been out of the Burrow for the evening. This chair has seen some shit in its day, but it still holds up beautifully. Barely a creak or groan, and it’s never failed us, never fallen apart.
Keys removes his hand, licking it clean while I position myself over his throbbing cock and slowly lower my hips until he’s all the way in. He raises his head from my chest and tips my chin up for another cherry-flavored kiss. I pull the lolli out and set it on the sticky ashtray next to his keyboard. No cigarettes there, but plenty of bare lollipop sticks. It was the best solution we could find for his habit, one that keeps the lolli sticks from littering the Burrow.
Just before he dives into my mouth with his tongue, he swipes it across a smear of blood on my cheek, mixing it with his cherry-laced saliva. The combination of the cherry flavoring with the coppery blood is delicious. Utter perfection. It’s our little ceremony, our way of officially starting the festivities. Sometimes the lolli is watermelon, sometimes it’s root beer, sometimes he even has a chocolate one, but we always spice up his sweet taste with something savory, to balance the flavors.
Now that he’s done that, it’s time for Bunny to bounce. Keys’ floor of the Burrow echoes with our screams as I hop in his lap, riding him to a breathtaking climax. He grunts when he comes, pumping me full, and he pulls me in for a final, crushing kiss before I climb off and hop down, readjusting my clothes.
