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  “I’m not afraid of dogs,” he said, never taking his eyes of Pancakes who continued to wag his tail and run from one side of the couch to the other.

  “Good, then let’s—”

  “But, that’s not a dog,” Bear said.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Ti, I hate to be the one to tell you this.”

  “Tell me what?”

  Bear pointed to Pancakes. “Your dog…is a coyote.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Bear

  After I fucked my girl a handful more times, we fell asleep in a tangle of limbs on the living room couch. I learned two things in those first few hours of our little reunion. Number one was that although fucking Ti had always been off the charts amazing, an angry fuck with Ti was an out of body experience. Number two, was that Pancakes, the coyote, liked to watch.

  The other bit of good news was that I was positive there would be many more reasons on many more occasions for Ti to be pissed off at me in the future.

  My little spitfire.

  Out the front window the sky was lightening, the sun’s first rays were just minutes from turning the dark sky blue. I kissed the top of Ti’s head and she stirred. “No, I’m still sleeping,” she argued, keeping her eyes shut tight. She swatted around blindly with her hand. I grabbed her wrist and set her hand back down on my chest to avoid being poked in the eye.

  “I gotta go, baby,” I reminded her. She answered back with a groan followed by soft snores. I laughed into her hair. “Stone has a lead on where Sadie might be. A tip from a women’s shelter a few hours north. Gus and Wolf are coming with me. Shouldn’t take that long to track her down.”

  “Maybe she just wants to be left alone,” Ti groggily pointed out, lazily running her fingertips over my chest. That little touch was enough to send spasms to my cock, stirring it back to life as if it hadn’t just shot off multiple rounds into the naked girl sprawled out on top of me only a few hours before.

  MY naked girl.

  “Maybe, but whatever she wants, something feels off, and not just the fact that she’s actually alive. It just doesn’t sit right with me, none of it does,” I said.

  Ti reluctantly sat up and yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her long hair fell all around her face in tangles. A red bite mark sat in the space between her shoulder and neck where I’d gotten a little carried away and I wanted more than anything to get carried away again.

  I reached up and ran my finger over the bite mark and Ti smiled, knowing exactly what it was I was thinking. I tucked some of the crazier pieces of her hair behind her ears. “You’re downright adorable when you wake up, you know that?” I said.

  “I am?” She bit her bottom lip and blushed like she was shy. Like I hadn’t taught her how to ride my cock like a fucking champion the night before.

  “Yeah, in a ‘I’d like you to ride my cock again’ kind of way,” I informed her, rubbing my palm over my already hard shaft to show her what she was doing to me. What she did to me. Her gaze dropped to my hand, her tongue darting out to wet her lips and it was all I could take. I sat up and pulled Ti back down on top of me for a kiss. I had to go. But I had a few minutes. Maybe ten minutes.

  Half hour tops.

  A throat cleared, and we both looked up to find Rage, in all her pink T-shirted glory, staring down at us and our naked entangled limbs with a mixed expression of confusion and disgust.

  Ti cuddled closer, pressing her tits up against me to shield herself from our visitor, yet Rage only seemed bored by our nakedness. She shooed Pancakes off the La-Z-Boy and took his seat. He whimpered, but only moved as far as her feet then dropped down on the floor. He propped his snout on his paws, continuing his creepy coyote voyeurism. I turned my attentions from Pancakes back to Rage. “You gonna leave so we can get dressed, or you joining us?” I asked sarcastically, which earned me an elbow to my ribs by Ti.

  “Ugh.” Rage rolled her eyes.

  “So you’ve never…?” Thia asked, sitting up without covering herself.

  Rage picked at her nails. “Oh yeah. I totally have. I just don’t understand what the big deal is.”

  I gave Ti’s ass a squeeze and she jumped. “Then you need to find someone else to fuck,” I informed her. “Come on, baby, we got business to finish.” I stood up from the couch, my heavy cock bobbing up and down as I scooped Ti up into my arms. She yelped in surprise. “We’ll be right back.” I carried her down the hall into the nearest open door, which happened to be a small yellow-tiled bathroom. I set her down on the counter and slammed the door shut. I didn’t waste a single second before grabbing her knees and spreading her legs. I pulled her toward me so that her pussy was flush with the edge.

  “I feel bad that we just left her,” Ti said, although the way her head fell back and her mouth parted when I circled her clit with two fingers told me she couldn’t have felt that bad about it.

  “I can go get her if you want her to watch.” I wagged my eyebrows. Of course I was joking. It’s not that Rage wasn’t hot because she was. I just wasn’t attracted to girls who look like high school cheerleaders, but packed enough explosives to level neighborhoods. It wasn’t really my deal.

  I looked down at Ti’s glistening pussy. My deal was wet, ready, and right in front of me.

  “That’s not what I meant,” Ti said, groaning as I pushed my cock inside of her. “Hold on to the counter,” I ordered and for once she did as she was told and gripped the edge, using it as leverage to push back against me when I thrust into her.

  “I know that’s not what you meant,” I said, reveling in the feeling of her tight warmth. “Preppy’s the only one I’d let watch anyway.” I hadn’t realized I’d said the last part out loud until Ti responded.

  “You’ll have to tell me about that,” she said, slowly circling her hips to allow me deeper access.

  “Fuck, that’s good, baby,” I said. I learned very quickly that when I praised Ti while we fucked, she took whatever it was I was praising her about and raised that shit to the next level. Which is exactly what she did when she pushed down with her hands, raised her ass off the counter and ground her pussy around my cock.

  “Yeah, I’ll tell you someday,” I agreed, unsure of how the fuck we were having a conversation. The chords in my neck strained as she tensed around me, strangling my cock.

  Ti must have been thinking the same thing because then she said, “But not now, Bear. Now, you just have to shut up and fuck me.”

  So I did.

  Hard.

  I fucked her until her head slammed so hard against the mirror that it cracked and pieces of it fell all around us, but we still kept fucking. She sunk her teeth into the flesh of my shoulder and drew fucking blood, probably to get back at me for the night before. Her red, blood-stained lips when she smiled up at me only made me hold on to her tighter. Thrust deeper. Harder. Faster. She ground up against my cock until she was screaming my name and her pussy was tightening around me like a fucking vise. I held back until I was sure she was recovering from coming and then I exploded inside of her so hard I went temporarily fucking blind.

  Fuck I love this girl.

  After we recovered and showered I took off in the truck, but not before promising Ti that I’d be back the very next day for her. In return I made her promise she wouldn’t drug Rage again. Rage who, while my girl and I were saying our goodbyes outside, stared at us from inside the house, through the screen, like we were animals in the zoo and everything we did and said to each other was something out of the pages of National Geographic.

  If I hadn’t carried Ti off to the bathroom, I was positive Rage would have watched us go at it. She hadn’t hidden her curiosity from us, although I don’t think her curiosity about sex was a sexual thing, if that makes any sense. I think the girl was more curious about why sex didn’t appeal to her or what it was everyone else seemed to get out of it. Which to me was fucking crazy considering I would seriously and gladly hand over a limb, any one of them, except the on
e between my legs, to be able fuck Ti every day.

  Rage was the complete opposite of the one other person I knew who always wanted to watch. Besides Pancakes.

  He had watched because he was curious too, at least it started out that way, but his curiosity was definitely sexual in every way.

  Well, sexual…and violent.

  Preppy.

  He was a depraved little shit.

  You’re no Disney princess yourself, shit bag.

  I liked porn as much as the next guy, but the shit Preppy was into didn’t get my dick hard as much as it made my nuts want to retreat back into my body and hide out until the coast was clear.

  A depraved little shit…who I’d give either of those nuts to have back.

  I reached behind my neck and rubbed the PREP tattoo King had done for me. It always seemed to burn when I was thinking about him.

  It burned especially hot when I thought back to the first night I’d realized that violence and sex went hand-in-hand for Preppy.

  And sometimes, knife-in-hand.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Bear

  Eighteen years old…

  There was a party.

  There was a party every night.

  If not at the compound, then at King’s house. The three of us, me, King, and Preppy were always down for a good time and when the sun went down we partied until it came back up. My club was always welcome, the liquor was always flowing, and the girls were more than willing.

  “Hey, pretty girl,” I said to some chick I’d never seen before with long brown hair and dark, almost black, eyes. She was dressed conservatively for one of our parties, and what I mean by conservative is that she wasn’t topless or in the middle of playing a game of finger cuffs with the boys by the bonfire. She was probably a spring breaker. Her tanned skin the first giveaway. Most locals, even if they worked outside, weren’t tan unless they were born with it. This girl had a glow about her that said she’d been lying in the sun all day, the tip of her nose slightly reddened. Yep, visitor. Which was great for me because that meant she’d be doing my second favorite a bitch does without much argument or hassle.

  Leave.

  She was definitely venturing out on the wrong side of the causeway, but it didn’t matter because her skirt was short, her legs were long, and in all honesty, my checklist for who I stuck my dick in during those days wasn’t much longer than that.

  Actually, that was it.

  “Hey there,” she said, taking a sip from whatever drink was in her red plastic cup. I hoped she hadn’t gotten it from Prep, ’cause if so there was so telling what the fuck was in it.

  “I got a room here,” I told her, cutting to the chase and because I’d never had to put any real effort into talking a girl into fucking me. “Wanna see it?”

  “Lead the way,” she whispered seductively. I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward my apartment. I laughed under my breath as she struggled to still look sexy while walking across the uneven grass in six inch heels. I walked her into the garage and stopped just short of the apartment door. I hoisted her up onto of the toolboxes in the garage. My favorite toolbox. It was the perfect height for what I needed it for.

  “I thought you had an apartment?” she asked.

  “I do, it’s in there,” I said pointing to the door that was so close I could reach out and touch the handle. “But I couldn’t wait, baby,” I lied, saying the same thing I’d told countless other girls who wondered why they were being banged on top of a bunch of greasy rags in a dark garage that smelled like oil and rust.

  Chicks never made it further than the toolbox, and in some cases, never further than the dock, or even that one patch of clearing in the woods. I nuzzled her neck and did the minimum foreplay required not to piss off a chick before sleeving up my dick and shoving on home.

  Spring Break Chick was good. Not great.

  Great wouldn’t come to me for years.

  For those days though, she was as good as I got it, although she’d tried to kiss me which wasn’t my deal. Making out was for fucking teenagers. I was eighteen and well into my stick-my-dick-in-it or nothing stage.

  That night wasn’t the first night I felt like I was being watched while I was with a girl. I looked out the garage window to the party-goers and knew for a fact that the people by the bonfire couldn’t see in. I always made it a point not to turn the lights on, but still, the feeling wouldn’t go away.

  “What are you looking for?” Spring Break Chick asked, panting like a small hairy dog left out in the hot summer sun.

  “Nothing,” I lied. I was looking for something, all right, but it was more like a someone. I closed my eyes and pushed hard into her, trying to concentrate. She moaned and put on a good show but I was still distracted by the uneasy feeling that someone was there. I was growing bored of the girl and tired of my half assed attempt at fucking her. I picked up the pace so I could just come and be done with it.

  That’s when I learned Spring Break Chick was a screamer.

  Over and over again she bucked against me when I hit bottom and it rallied me on. It wasn’t too bad over the top fake shit, which I’d seen my share of, especially with the BBBs. This girl was honestly getting off by riding on my cock and, I was feeling it.

  “You gonna come, pretty girl?” I asked, not because I thought she was really that pretty, but because I had no fucking clue what her name was.

  I never did.

  “Yes. YES!” she shouted. She gripped my neck and dug her nails into my skin as I pounded into her. It was then I saw it. First it was just out of the corner of my eye. A flash of movement. But as the shadows in the garage shifted I realized that the it was a him.

  When he noticed he’d been caught, he stepped completely free of the shadows and into the one spot of moonlight penetrating through the window. Anywhere else in the garage and he’d be cloaked in darkness.

  He’d wanted to be seen.

  Preppy.

  He wasn’t jerking off. His pants were on and his belt buckle fastened. He wasn’t even making his usual sarcastic comments.

  He was just watching. Not me. But her. His eyes glowing under the light as he looked her over like she was an exhibit at the Ringling Brothers museum.

  I paused briefly, Preppy’s presence throwing off my rhythm. “Why did you stop?” the girl asked. I could have outed Preppy for being a creeper right then and there, shouted at him to go. But I didn’t. There was something in the way he was watching that made me feel like it was okay for him to stay, okay for him to keep watching.

  I kept going.

  Again Spring Break Chick started to moan, writhing up against me, scraping her nails down my back. Preppy was one of my closest friends and I wasn’t a stranger to sharing bitches with my brothers in the club, although it was more of a BBB jumping from room to room without everyone in the same room at the same time.

  I got the oddest feeling while Preppy stood there, not making a sound. Almost like he needed this for some reason. Needed to see what normal fucking looked like.

  Like he needed to be a part of what we were doing.

  Preppy was one of my best friends.

  So I let him.

  It was the quietest he’d ever been. Since the day we’d met, I’d never known him to go more than a few seconds without talking, but as I thrust my dick harder and harder into the girl, he was almost stoic. When I noticed he was staring at her tits, I yanked her poor excuse for a shirt—a small scrap of silk—up to her neck, so he could get a good look at them bouncing up and down as I fucked her.

  His eyes glowed in appreciation and he nodded his thanks.

  Figuring out Preppy was hard. From what King had told me about his past, he’d had a rough start in life. We all had. Preppy a little harder than most, but he never talked about it.

  Ever.

  I didn’t fault him for that. I didn’t exactly ever want to talk about my old man either.

  The thing was that Preppy could get girls.

  H
e did get girls.

  He wasn’t as tall as me or King, but he was still tall. He was still ripped to shreds, which came easier to him than it did for me because he started out a skinny kid, but when he started working out, he went right to ripped and lean. Other than a few inches of height and a few pounds of muscle he had something that both King and I were seriously lacking on some days.

  Humor.

  Personality.

  Wit.

  Charm.

  When the girl’s pussy started to clench around my dick, the squeezing sensation caused my balls tighten. I looked over to Preppy who was as still as I’d ever seen him. No twitching or shoving his hands in his pockets or running his hands through his hair. Just looking. Watching. Observing.

  I was getting close so I shoved the girl down on the toolbox so that her back was flush against the diamond shaped metal. I held on to her shoulders as I plowed into her, making sure to drag my cock along the front walls of her pussy as I pulled in and out. Her larger than average tits bounced up and down, and as soon as she came I followed her over, although it was more like a sneeze than a come because I was more preoccupied thinking about our company and what it meant that he was there, than I was about actually getting off.

  “That was…wow,” the girl said, sitting up. I pulled out of her and tugged off the condom, throwing it in a nearby trashcan. “Wanna go again?” she asked, wrapping her long legs around my waist and digging her heels into my back, pulling me forward.

  “You want more?” I asked, holding her face in my hands. She reached out and licked one of my fingers.

  “Yes, please. Give me more,” she begged.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Preppy making a quiet move to leave out of the side door. “Prep,” I called out. He stilled. I unwrapped the girl’s legs from around me and took a step back, tucking myself back into my pants. “Why don’t you come over here and take care of this beautiful girl? She says she needs more and I’m not so sure I have much more to give her.”