Page 58 of Sold Blood
Carlos stands taller with a half-smile. "That can be arranged."
"It wasn't easy getting it in the back of the truck. It was less heavy when it didn't have your dead husband in it," Santiago says, chuckling. He is having more fun with this than we were. "I may be an awful man, but I never did care for sex traffickers. In fact, if I could rid the world of them all I would, but for now you'll do just fine." Santiago grabs screws and a drill from his truck. "Just the way dad used to do it. Like father, like son." He laughs again, walking back to the box.
"Please," Veronica begs again. "I'll disappear, you'll never see or hear from me again."
"Oh, we plan on that," Isaiah says. "You remember when you tried to kill me ten years ago? I couldn't use my legs for almost two weeks." He points the gun at her right leg and pulls the trigger. She screams, nearly dropping her hands. "Don't move those hands or I'll shoot off your fingers." He points the gun at her other leg. I pull the trigger again and blood gushes from her upper thigh. She slips her bottom lip between her teeth, and tears pour down her cheeks when she closes her eyes shut. She doesn't beg anymore. By now she knows it's useless. What aboutwhen those boys begged when her men took them from their homes? She ignored their cries so it’s only fitting that we ignore hers. "Get her in the box."
I walk toward her, slapping her hard across the face and she bites back another scream. Grabbing her by her good arm, I pull her to her feet. She struggles to stand at first and screams through the pain every time she tries to put weight on her legs. "Stand up or I'll drag you there."
She shakes her head, fighting against my hold. "We'll be doing this the hard way," I say, slamming the gun into her head several times until she goes limp in my arms. I toss her over my shoulder like she weighs nothing, carrying her motionless body to the wooden box that looks similar to one that would carry tools.
Santiago and Angel jump onto the truck bed, grabbing her body from my arms. They lay her inside on top of the pieces of her husband. It's the only way they'd both fit. They slide the lid over it, locking it and screwing it shut all the way around, making sure it's still tied securely to the truck bed. "We're ready to go. The farm isn't too far away from here."
We drag all the bodies inside and Carlos goes back into the house with lighter fluid. He pours it all over the inside and outside of the bottom floor. When he comes back out, he tosses a match behind him. "Let's get out of here." We hurry to our vehicle and follow closely behind Angel.
I stare out the back window watching what used to be Veronica's life go up in smoke. Better hers than mine. It doesn't take long to reach the farm. We drive closer to the corn fields and together drag the box out, taking it to where the hole was dug which is in the middle of a bunch of growing corn. We lower it inside with rope tied to both ends and fill the top with dirt, reburying the corn plants the best we can. The sun is going down, but the heat still has us all dripping with sweat. I don't think anyone will be looking out here for a while.
"It's finally over," I say, sighing in relief. Isaiah slides his hand down my lower back, kissing my ear. "At least for now."
Carlos squeezes between us, settling his arms over our shoulders. "We can worry about it when the day comes. For now let's go the fuck home."
"Touché," Angel yells and we all head out of the cornfield laughing. I grab Carlos' hand and Isaiah grabs the other one. He glances between us smiling. If he still doesn't understand that this thing between the three of us is real, then we will help him to see things more clearly.
Thirty-one
Joey
Desperation takes over us when we finally make it inside the house. No words are exchanged between us, and they don't need to be. Heat rises in all of our eyes and it's clear what we all want. We take turns pinning each other to the wall, crashing our mouths together. At times Isaiah and Carlos even attack my mouth at the same time and all three of our tongues tangle together.
Being covered in blood and sweat doesn't keep us from ripping one another's clothes off. We could all use a shower, but our desire outweighs our patience. It's hard to ever have any when it comes to either of these men, especially now. Isaiah slides each side of the lace bodice over my nipples, taking each one into his mouth.
The sensation of his teeth biting over my hard nubs becomes overwhelming when Carlos licks down my body, lapping at my cock through the thin material of the romper. I moan as hepulls the front material to the side, brushing his hand over my length as it jolts free from the constricting fabric. He licks at my slit, lapping around my tip as Isaiah continues to stimulate my nipples with his fingers and mouth.
Who knew sex could be this way? It was always amazing with Isaiah, but with Carlos added to the mix it's out of this world. Isaiah moves behind my body as Carlos continues pleasuring my cock with his mouth. A warm tongue slips between my cheeks and Isaiah spreads me apart to gain better access to my hole. I shudder as he thrusts inside me with his tongue, sucking and nibbling at my pucker. My legs are unsteady, and I have to grip onto the wall as Carlos takes me to the back of his throat.
My stomach tenses as it all becomes too much, and my body is exploding with pleasure. Heat escalates through me and the room spins. Both men continue to work magic with their mouths sending me on higher planes. Is this what heaven feels like?
I sink my bottom lip between my teeth and my toes curl. The tingling sensation takes hold of my legs and my cock throbs in Carlos’s mouth, shooting cum down his throat. He's sure to collect everything with his lips and tongue. He laps at my cock like a starved man and Isaiah's tongue stays buried inside me sending my body into a trembling frenzy. Soft kisses move up the front of my body and Carlos's wet, warm lips occasionally come in contact with my skin in the places the lace doesn't cover.
"We're not done yet, Little one. Ready to go into the bedroom?"
I nod frantically. "Yes."
My body is lifted with gentle, strong arms and my eyes flutter closed while I'm being carried to the room. The cool sheets are soothing on my heated skin. I slowly scoot back against the headboard eyeing Isaiah's large, dripping cock with predatory eyes. My mouth waters as he crawls toward me on the bed.
"You hungry for me, baby?"
"Starving," I say, reaching for his jolting cock.
He shakes his head, clicking his tongue. "Hands to your side, Roo. The rules don't change unless I say they do. Flip your body to where your feet are touching the headboard, baby, I want you lying flat on your back."
I spin my body around, scooting down the bed with my head close to the foot of it. Isaiah climbs over my body, crawling backwards until his cock is hanging over my mouth. I grip the cotton sheets between my fingers, and try my best to keep my arms to my sides. I lift my head a little and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue. Suddenly, I'm thirsty.
His cock slides over my lips and I lick at the beaded precum, moaning as he pushes his way inside. Shuffling comes from behind me and Isaiah arches his body, whimpering. The bed shakes behind me and Isaiah's body rocks forward. His face rests on my right thigh as his body writhes against my mouth. I gag on his cock, loving the burn in my throat. Being helpless and confined to the bed has my cock almost coming to life again from the surge of excitement. Skins slaps against skin above me as Carlos pounds his cock into Isaiah's ass. I hate that I can't see it. I close my eyes as Isaiah continues to fuck my mouth and, in my mind, I visualize them coming together as their breathing grows heavy above me.
Isaiah's cock twitches as he hits the back of my throat, shooting thick ropes down it. I gag, doing my best to swallow it all down as it comes. He pulls away from my mouth and I gasp, feeling lightheaded in the best way. My throat is raw, and the taste of Isaiah is strong on my tongue.
Isaiah mewls and grips on to my legs, squeezing tight as Carlos chases his own orgasm. Carlos lets out a few groans slowing down his thrusts and then the bed goes still. Isaiah collapses beside me, laughing. "Fuck and I thought I was tired before. Definitely going to sleep well tonight."
