Page 59 of Chaos Luck Wrath

Leaning over to balance on one leg, she removed one shoe quickly followed by the other. Both shoes were angrily discarded to the side, but not after contemplating throwing them at both of her guys like she was playing the milk can game at a carnival.

It was Gage who made the first step towards her. She glared at him with the weight of violence in her eyes, stopping him from approaching unless he wanted to feel her wrath next.

Gage raised his hands up innocently and retreated from the step he had taken towards her. “What about the risk you were taking? Did you consider that?” He offered an opposing viewpoint.

“I took this risk so you both didn’t have to. The two of you have been so wrapped up in keeping me safe, and at what cost, hm?” She pointed at Joey. “You get fuckin’ shot, and you,” she pointed at Gage, “get drugged and into a car accident.”

She knew neither of those things were their fault, but it had all been attacks on her that had caused them suffering.

Her chest was aching at the thought of how all these things could have ended poorly. The thought of losing either of them would wreck her soul, especially if it was because of their involvement in her life. Tears began to prick at her eyes.

Forcing her voice to remain steady, ignoring the emotions shining in her eyes like morning dew on a clover, “When does it fucking stop? When one or all of us is dead?” The words barely made it out of her mouth.

The air was thick with silence as she stared at both of them, her question going unanswered. Finally, Joey’s shoulders relaxed seeing past her anger and straight to the fear behind her rage. “Layney, I’m not going to apolo?—”

“Shut up. Apologies aren’t what I need.” She plucked the taser from her hip and set it on the table before removing several knives that had been concealed underneath her clothes. The last item she drew was her firearm, the cool metal feeling comforting in her hand. Staring down at the semi-automatic, she shook her head wondering how her life had spiraled so out of control. Layne needed to snatch some of that control back.

Her eyes lifted from the weapon in her hand to the two men in front of her. “On your knees, both of you.” There was no uncertainty in her voice as she gave them both the order.

Slowly, Gage turned his head to Joey looking for some indication that his brother had heard the same thing as him. The way Layne was holding onto the gun made him wonder if she was planning on fucking shooting them both.

Joey didn’t take his eyes off Layne before he dropped down to his knees, his hands hanging down loosely between his thighs. He sat back on his feet seeming all too willing to let Layne do as she wanted.

After seeing Joey lower himself, Gage mirrored the action and stared at Layne trying to guess what was going on inside her head.

She walked around behind them and let them stew in their thoughts for a few minutes. Both of these bad boys could think about what they had done.

Setting the gun down quietly on the sofa behind her, she leaned over between them. Her hands grabbed them both by their sandy blonde hair and pulled their heads back so they were staring up at her.

“Dicks out,” she demanded.

Clear from the expression that washed over both their faces, it had been an unexpected turn of events. Being able to catch them both off guard by her request had Layne’s excitement at her core growing warmer by the second.

Complying, each opened up their pants and shoved at the waist of their underwear until she was greeted by the sight of both their cocks. Each thick length was growing harder before her eyes.

“Good boys,” she purred out in praise. Her hands shoved their heads forward roughly as she released her grip on them. “Now, I want you both to show me how you stroke your cocks when you’re thinking about me.”

She straightened and watched as Gage took his swords into his hand and began to work in long, slow movements. Her eyes glanced over at Joey and he was eagerly gliding his hand over his swollen cock at a slightly faster pace.

Layne leaned over and whispered into Joey’s ear, “You might want to slow down. If you come, you lose. And I plan for us to be here for a little while.” She smirked as he gave a quiet groan in response and pulled back on the pace of his hand.

Her teeth gave a light tug at the curve of his ear before she stepped between them, turning to watch their efforts. Layne’s desires were rising within her, prompting her to give a hard swallow to maintain her composure. She could feel her thong quickly getting soaked with her arousal as they both submissively followed her orders. Having them jerk themselves off because she said so unlocked something in Layne that she wasn’t even aware she enjoyed.

Gradually, her anger was melting now that she had them both finally listening to her. “Whose idea was it to follow me here?”

Joey piped up with a confession, “Mine.”

That wasn’t a huge surprise; her forever and always stalker. “Of course it was, you just can’t help yourself. Can you, Joey?”

She stepped in front of Gage. Her fingers settled underneath his bearded chin, tipping his head back gently to look up at her. “Looks like you’re up first.”

Barely touching his skin, she trailed her fingers down the center of his throat slowly. Her slender fingers wrapped around his silver chain peeking out of the collar of his tee, twisting it several times around two of her digits before tugging. “Up.”

His hand fell away from his inked cock as he stood. Layne used his necklace like a leash, leading him to the armchair within Joey’s sight. Turning Gage, she released his necklace and pushed him so he fell back into the chair.

Layne dropped down to her knees, shoving his muscled thighs apart so she could settle between them. Her fierce green eyes looked at Gage. “I want you to tell him how good I make you feel.”

It took an act of God for Gage not to push his luck and give Joey a cocky grin that he was going to get some action while his brother remained in the doghouse.

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