Page 79 of Entombed In Sin

Gripping Knox’s forearm, I help him up. The car, a black nineties Mustang, barrels into the hanger, going too fast. They don’t see us as they roar on by but they fire bullets all around. The sound of them ricocheting is nearly as loud as the guns going off.

“Come on. Over there, before they turn around,” I bark an order, shoving Knox in front of me.

“This would be more fun if I had pants on, by the way,” Knox huffs as we take off. We cross the entrance.

“I don’t know, Knox. I like seeing your cock bounce around like this,” I drawl.

Knox laughs. Together, the two of us head for the door. We make it there just as the car turns around in the middle of thehangar and heads back to the opening. Pushing the door wide enough for us to get through causes it to completely fall off the last hinge. Knox swears as it almost falls on us before it clatters to the ground. As we burst out of the building, a familiar sedan barrels down the space between the two hangars. It screeches to a halt when Thatcher sees us.

Knox opens the back door, and I climb into the passenger side. Just as I shut the door, the Mustang appears at the end of the alley. It skids to a stop, effectively blocking us.

“Go!” I snarl at Thatcher.

My brother throws the car into reverse and floors it. I glare at the car ahead of us that turns down the alley and comes racing toward us.

“Here, Knox,” Beatrix says softly.

“Pants! Yes! You’re a lifesaver, Shining Starr.”

“I’m pretty sureI’mthe lifesaver, given that I’m currently driving us away from danger,” Thatcher says calmly as he watches the rearview mirror as he tries to keep us straight. A bullet hits the passenger side mirror, causing it to fall off. Another hits the roof of the car.

“Well, until we’reoutof danger, you don’t deserve the title,” Knox replies. “Now, Beatrix, I need you to get this fucking plug out of my ass.”

“Ah—”

“Don’t get shy on me now,” Knox objects. “The two of us are going to get to butt stuff eventually, so we might as well start now.”

The squeal from the backseat sounds like a mixture of horror and amusement. Both Thatcher and I chuckle.

“Um, ok…?” Beatrix says warily.

“You can do it, Little Sister,” Thatcher says, a smile clinging to his lips even as his knuckles tighten around the steeringwheel. “Remember how I talked you through it a few minutes ago when I took yours out? It’ll be just like that.”

Knox chuckles. “Yeah, just like that. Now get to pulling.”

I don’t look back, but judging by the moans that follow, Knox is very much enjoying the situation. His sounds of pleasure grow louder.

“You’re so gentle and sweet with this. Ah, fuck… hold on.” Knox gasps. “I’m not used to this.”

I snicker. “What, she’s not just yanking it out?”

“Nooo,” Knox groans out loudly. “Fuck, I need… stroke my cock, Shining Starr, and twist the plug a little…”

“Seriously? Here in the car?” she asks, scandalized.

Knox hisses and lets out a breathy moan. I guess she’s not scandalized enough tonotdo as requested.

We reach the end of the alley, and Thatcher whips the car like a fucking pro. It fishtails. When it comes to a stop, we’re facing the direction of a massive break in the fence where the other car must’ve broken through. Thatcher shoves the car into drive, and we head straight for it.

A bullet makes it through the back windshield, shattering it. Beatrix screams in an alarm and Knox swears before falling into a fit of laughter.

“Well damn. Was this part of the punishment?” he asks. “Because high-stakes games are my favorite.”

“Knox, this isn’t funny!” Beatrix scolds.

“Here, let me take your mind off it,” Knox murmurs. A moment later, there’s a shaky feminine moan. Immediately, my dick stirs to life.

I look back over my shoulder to find Knox on top of Beatrix, kissing her hungrily. Her hands slide up his bare chest. Fascinated, I watch as he leans harder into her touch. His moan follows a shiver that runs down his spine. As her hands strokeover his arms and stomach, Knox’s kisses become more frantic and desperate.

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