Page 8 of Property of Necro
The go-between.
The longer I keep them outta his and Coffin’s hair, the longer we can keep ‘em.
I always want to keep ‘em.
And I definitely wanna keep Sola.
“Would you care if she was dead?” I arch a brow at our club prez and gesture to the bed where Sola lies.
He shrugs and signs something I don’t pay a lick of attention to because I know it’ll piss me off.
After twenty years living with these guys—well, twenty-one with Coffin and twenty with Necro—you’d think they’d eventually deal with their mountain offucked-up issues to finally allow someone to get close enough to give a damn about besides the brothers in our club.
Sadly. No dice.
Striding over to the dresser, I snatch a book off the top of the stacked pile and fling it across the room at Necro. The dick catches it, reads the cover, rolls his eyes, and drops it on the floor as if it’s diseased.
I’m not reading that shit, he signs.
I flip him off.
His forehead wrinkles, and his eyes twinkle. I know he’s smiling behind the mask—fuckin’ bastard.
“Maybe if you or,” I cut my sharp gaze to Coffin, “read a self-help book. Or go to goddamn therapy… you’d be more concerned that I almost killed her.” I throw my hand toward the bed where Sola’s still asleep. She woke up for a second when I carried her in here, then promptly passed out. I can’t tell if it’s her body’s way of protecting itself after a stressful day, Necro literally fucked her into a coma, or I choked her too hard. Okay. I know I choked her too hard. Bruises are forming around her throat. But it could be a combination of the three. It wouldn’t be the first time Necro’s cock put a woman into a coma. The kind you never wake up from. That was years ago. We don’t talk about it.
Done with the conversation, Coffin pushes off the door, opens it, and leaves without so much as another word.
Looking at Necro, I nod toward the exit, wondering if he’s gonna go after Coffin or stay here with me to babysit the gift we know he doesn’t give a damn about. When Dark said he wanted to bring us a woman as payment forour help in his club matters, Mama, our VP, wasn’t about to say no. He’s got Necro’s best interest at heart, and between you, me, and Mama, our prez needs an outlet for his cock, almost as much as he needs an outlet for his violent nature. The latter, we got covered. The former, that’s where Sola comes in. Let’s hope she lasts more than a month.
Unfolding from the chair, Necro stands, cracks his neck, and follows the same route as Coffin on his way out the door, not bothering to spare Sola a single glance. He can use her as a cum dumpster and leave me to clean up the mess he made and not bat a single eyelash.
Shaking my head at the emotional maturity of the assholes I live with, I collect the self-help book about coping with your past off the floor, toe off my boots by the door, and climb into bed next to Sola. Because I could use a little snuggle time with our new lady, I shimmy out of my pants, toss them on the ground, and draw her head onto my lap. Gently opening her lips with my fingers, I fit my half-hard cock inside that pretty mouth. Expelling the cutest groan, the gorgeous redhead follows my lead and suckles the head of my dick like it’s the best damn lollipop she’s ever tasted.
“Good girl.” I pet her messy hair with one hand and open the book with the other.
Chapter
Four
Mmmm.
Rubbing my cheek against warm skin like a kitten in heat, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. It tastes amazing—clean but also earthy, like a man, but a delicious one. Reaching between my legs, where my clit throbs from the fresh piercing, I carefully touch my core and pull my hand away to inspect it. It’s wet, but there’s no cum. They didn’t clean me up either. I must have passed out before they finished, or whoever was fucking me must have stopped.
“Don’t worry, you can’t get pregnant,” Rot rumbles, staring down at me as he closes the book he’s pretending to read when we know he’s too aroused to pay any attention to the words on the page.
He sets the book on his nightstand, and I arch my brows for him to continue as I lap precum from his slit.
Blowing out a breath, Rot brushes hair from my forehead, then sighs when I suckle him again. Even thoughhe’s now rock hard, he doesn’t press for more and seems content to let me do whatever I please.
“Everyone here got the snip snip.” He uses his fingers as if they were scissors to indicate what he means. “Besides Mama, our VP. He’s the massive, bald dude who spends most of his time in the kitchen. You’ll meet him today. He ain’t got any balls. So, there was no need for snippin’,” he explains.
Again, I hike my brows to my hairline, hoping he will continue talking. The more he shares, the better. Not that I’m actually worried about getting pregnant. You have to have a uterus for that, and mine was carved out years ago, at age eleven, two months after I started my first cycle. Hence, the jagged scar on my lower belly. It’s faded a lot over time.
He caresses the side of my mouth as I draw him deeper until he hits the back of my throat for a moment. His eyes widen, and a small, wicked smile curls at the corner of his lips when he realizes—Ya! No gag reflex. That’s one of the many reasons I’m perfect for a job like this. Although I didn’t expect he’d be the man I’d be doing any of this with so soon. Most big dogs like to play with their toys before passing them off to others.
There’s a creak as a door opens, a snick as it’s closed, and the scuff of boot heels as they cross the hardwood. When I try to see who’s here out of the corner of my eye, Rot taps my chin and gestures to his face, wanting me to keep looking at him as I suck his cock.
There’s a rustle, but nobody speaks.
