Page 61 of Last Breath

I wouldn’t change a thing.

Chapter 33

Joy

Fueling my soul from the mind-blowing sucking of my clit, Salem peels my orgasm free. For a man that hasn’t been with a woman until recently, and hadn’t licked the fuck out of one, Salem has untapped talents. I imagine what it feels like to have that tongue flick and mouth curved around Malachi’s cock. Even thinking on it, I feel a second orgasm cresting.

Fuck! This man has a way with my body.

And the cop? The gunshot and his unconscious body close by on the floor just adds to my excitement. It’s such a turn on to think that our lawlessness and his lawfulness are colliding in such a way.

If Gran was still alive, she’d wonder who I am. Sometimes I do. I’ve gone from being a sweet, innocent, backwoods girl who dreamt of living in a dormitory with other girls, who would have been giggling and tittering over the next cute boy, to a woman who’s about to have a child by two men. Two men, who by all definitions are serial psychopaths with a penchant for discord and blood.

As we lay here, sprawled out on the floor—he with his mouth around my clit, and me spread out like a Christmas turkey—the blood from the wound is still slowly dripping onto my naked body. What a lovely vision.

That was until the cop awoke.

Mal was that close to joining us on the floor, partaking in the activities, but the noisy interloper extinguished his lust. Standing over the policeman, the look I was hoping to see again is there. This Malachi is enjoying the pain he’s causing someone. With his foot on the officer’s chest, pouring water onto the soaked sock stuffed in the poor soul’s mouth, Mal enjoys the torture.

“Malachi.” Rising off the floor, the blood still trickling out of the wound, Salem walks over. Stepping up behind Mal and reaching around, lowering his zipper, Salem pushes his hand past the confines, exploring.

“Not now, Sal.” Dripping more water on the sock, his full attention is on the gurgling cop, engrossed in his task.

“Malachi Rourke.” Sensually stroking Malachi, Salam moves around to stand naked above the policeman. “It’s been a long time. Let’s have fun. Please.” Releasing the button, not tearing his eyes from Mal’s, the pants fall limply to the floor.

I wait in anticipation because I enjoy watching them together. Their sex is rough, fast, rushed and dangerous. I find myself jealous of it every time. They suck up the oxygen in a room, taking all the passion from their lives and push it into one another, creating perfection. They’ve given me a portion of their love, but it’s nothing compared to what I see between them.

“No more hiding who you are, Malachi,” Salem breathes. “Show me. What do you want? Show me.”

Turning his attention from the policeman, Malachi stares into the eyes of a madman. For the moment, Salem seems sane.

Taking a step back, Salem picks up a discarded chair. “Sit, love.” He gestures with a smile.

Shaking his head, Malachi answers with an emphatic, but soft, “No.” His eyes scream a madness that isn’t seen in Mal often. Tipping the bottle, dribbling a bit more water onto the cotton sock, the cop protests. His protestations urge Mal on.

“Malachi,” Salam snaps with force and determination.

Finally turning his eyes away from the policeman, narrowing his eyes and grinning, Mal nods at Salem. With a crazed happiness, he turns to me. “Joy, grab the gun. Make sure he doesn’t move an inch.”

Moving across the floor to take a seat on the edge of the bed, I point the gun at the frightened man who gasps for air, excited to see what comes next.

“Tell me.” Entreating Mal and brushing a hand down his face, softly and with care, Salem drags his fingers down Malachi’s chest. “There are no rules tonight. I’m yours to command,” Salem purrs.

Directing him to his knees and his cock, Malachi growls out, “Deep, Salem. Deeper than you’ve ever gone.” Dipping low and covering Mal, Salem mouths Malachi’s length.

I take a seat on the floor, next to the policeman’s prone body. “Mmm,” Mal groans, gripping Salem’s hair tightly. “Yes, Sal. Yes.” Pushing his hips forward, rising to meet Salem’s thrusting mouth, I watch as his eyes roll in ecstasy.

The cop still protests, rattling the cuffs. Pointing the gun and chambering a round, I smile. “Don’t interrupt,” I tell him. Making further noise, attempting to get loose, the cop shifts around, so I shoot the floor by his head.

“Tempt. Me.”

The moment draws Malachi’s attention away from his enjoyment, which just pisses me off further.

“Don’t fuck with us. You don’t know what you walked in on.” As Salem sucks on Malachi’s stiffness, I continue to talk to the policeman. “We’re the one’s you worry about finding in your town. We’re the one’s that you hope toneverfind in your house, with your wife, or near your children. We have no issue ending your life. So stay quiet.”

With a fire in his eyes, it’s easy to see he wants to continue on with his fight. He tempts me to shoot him, so I do, right in the leg.

I’m sure that the residence of the hotel probably assumed the first gunshot was a car backfiring. The second won’t be the same. Thing is, though, after the cop arrived, none of us saw a way out without blood.

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