Page 26 of The Highwaymen

Jamie's fingers tightened around the back of my neck. “Deacon can look, but he better not fucking touch. I mean it, Stu. You're mine.” His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “Unless you want me to cut his cock off and feed it to him. I'll do it. You know I will.”

I grabbed Jamie's hips, yanking him flush against me. He let out a little gasp as my hardness pressed into his stomach. “Careful, pumpkin. You're not the only one knows how to use a knife. You make rules, you gotta stick to ‘em, too.”

Jamie's eyes flashed with excitement, pupils blown wide with lust. He licked his lips. “Mmm, I love it when you get all growly and threaten me. Gets me so fucking hot.” He punctuated his words by rolling his hips, grinding against my erection.

I groaned, fingers digging into his ass. Christ, the kid was insatiable. And he was playing me like a fiddle, riling me up on purpose because he got off on the danger, the violence simmering just under the surface.

“You're a little fuckin' freak, you know that?” I growled.

Jamie grinned, shameless. “Takes one to know one.”

I captured his smart mouth in a brutal kiss, all tongues and teeth. He moaned into it, melting against me, pliant and wanton. I pulled back, and he chased after my lips. “C’mon. We shouldn’t keep our hosts waiting.”

The sweet, heavy scentof weed smoke drifted through the cramped trailer as Tammy fired up a fat joint. She took a long drag, her crimson-painted lips wrapped around it seductively before passing it to Deacon. Raspy strains of “Free Bird” crackled through the old stereo speakers.

I eyed Stu hungrily from across the room, running my tongue over my lips. His muscular frame filled out that snug white t-shirt in all the right ways.

Deacon inhaled deep, savoring the acrid smoke before blowing it out in a thick plume. “That's the good shit, baby,” he drawled approvingly, passing the joint to Stu.

Stu took a long pull, his eyes locked on mine as he did. The sexual tension between us was palpable, electric. I could practically feel the heat radiating off his body from across the room.

“So Stu, you still drivin' that big red rig?” Tammy asked. “What was it you called her?”

“The Proud Mary,” Stu replied gruffly. “And I sure am.”

“Must get lonely out there on the road, all on your own,” Tammy purred, trailing a red lacquered nail down his bicep.

“It can. But I got company now.” Stu never took his eyes off of me.

I shivered under the intensity of his stare. The weed was making me feel loose and uninhibited. Reckless. I wanted to run my hands all over Stu's hard body, feel his rough stubble scraping my skin as he kissed me.

Tammy giggled as she took another hit, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Y'know, I been thinkin'... it's been too damn long since we had us a good old-fashioned foursome.”

Stu blew out some smoke and shook his head, passing the joint on. “Not tonight. Me and Jamie are exclusive.”

The words sent a strange thrill through me. Exclusive? Is that what we were? I’d never been exclusive with someone before. Never thought I’d want to be, but the thought of Stu ever touching anyone else again made me want to claw someone’s eyes out.

Deacon's face fell in disappointment. “Aww c'mon now Stu, don't be like that! You know I been dyin' to get a taste of that big ol' horse cock of yours again.”

“Sorry,” Stu said, though it was more of a grunt than a word.

“Whatabout a show, then?” Tammy proposed. “If y’all ain’t opposed. Deke likes to watch too sometimes, don’t you, Deke?”

My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of them watching me and Stu fuck. I wasn’t lying when I told Stu I loved an audience. Craved the attention, got off on being watched. It was one of the reasons I was so damn good at working the lots. I fucking loved the hunger in other people’s eyes as they looked at what they wanted but couldn’t have.

“I could be persuaded to put on a show,” I said, my voice low and sultry. I stood up slowly, sauntering over to where Stu sat and straddled his lap. “What do you say, honey bunny?”

Stu's hands gripped my hips, his eyes burning into mine with raw, undisguised lust. “Fuck yes,” he growled.

I ground my ass down against the prominent bulge in his jeans, biting my lip as I felt how hard he already was for me. “Mmm, you like that idea, don't you? Like the thought of them seeing how good I make you feel?”

“Christ yes,” Stu hissed through clenched teeth. His fingers dug into my flesh hard enough that it hurt in the best way.

I turned to look at Deacon and Tammy over my shoulder, putting on my best bedroom eyes.

“Y'all want a show? Get comfortable then,” I purred, my eyes locked on Deacon and Tammy. “You're about to see what Stu's been enjoying all to himself lately.”

I turned back to Stu, my hips still grinding against his, teasing him. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly peeled it up and off. Stu's eyes followed hungrily, his hands roaming my newly exposed skin.

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