Page 31 of Deviant Bastards

By the time we are back at the house, Harley has stopped crying, and her face is now a mask of determination. As soon as the car rolls to a stop, she hops out. “We need answers, and we need them now,” she says as she approaches the SUV.

“Phone,” she demands as soon as Kendric has stepped out of the car. He hands her his phone, and she dials a number she has memorised. We don’t ask who she’s calling because we already know. “What did you say to her. You were supposed to protect us, not sell me out,” she snarls into the phone.

Ric approaches her and leads us all into the house. Harley switches the phone to speaker.

“Little Princess, I didn’t say anything to her. Your father threatened her family,” Deacon’s voice booms through the phone.

“LIAR!” she yells at him. “You think that I don’t know how you feel about her? You wouldn’t let anyone harm her or her brothers. And yet, you somehow managed to convince my best friend to tell my father that she was meeting me?” She throws the phone at Barker and storms away.

“You’ve lost her for good now,” Barker snarls into the phone. “Make no mistake, we will come for Ellie, and when we do, you’re all dead.” Barker ends the call and throws the phone down onto the table, following Harley up the stairs.

“I got her, B,” Ric says as he follows behind him. “Gryffin, Gadge. I need you two to look over the footage from today and make sure that every shred of us disappears from it. Also, Gadge, see if you can get your hands on a piece of jewellery for her. A necklace or bracelet would work best.”

“For?” I question, even though I have a slight inclination as to why he wants Harley to have jewellery.

“Why do you think?” he says as he follows her up the stairs.

“On it, Boss,” Gryffin and I say to his retreating form.

ChapterTwenty

HARLEY

Ihear his footsteps behind me, but I don’t turn around; I just keep walking to my room. I go to slam the door behind me, buthecatches it.

“I don’t want to talk, Ric. Now, fuck off and leave me the hell alone,” I all but snap at him. This whole situation is pissing me off. Deacon had to have said something to Kayla; him trying to blame my father is bullshit, and he knows it.

Ric’s arm bands around my waist as he pulls me back against his chest. “I know you don’t want to talk, Brat, but make no mistake, I won’t be leaving you on your own, either. Not tonight,” he states, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I spin in his arms as he begins walking us towards my bed. He pulls me down on the bed beside him and wraps a blanket over us.

“Close your damn eyes and get some sleep. We can deal with this problem when you wake up.” I don’t have a sassy retort for him. Instead, I let the comfort of being in his arm lull me to sleep.

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I’m too fucking hot. I go to roll over only to slam against a body. I peel my eyes open, and my gaze clashes with Gryffin’s grey eyes. He puts a finger to his lips and jerks his head towards the sleeping form at my back.

“How long have we been out?” I whisper.

“Bout three hours, give or take,” he leans in and captures my lips with his. He slips his tongue into my mouth as our tongues dance together, duelling for control. His fingers start to dance across my belly, going lower until they reach the waistband of my panties. His fingers slide inside my underwear and over the mound of my pussy to my clit.

A moan escapes me. “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, Pixie. Unless youwannawake Ric up,” Gryffin rumbles as he slides two fingers deep inside me while his thumb circles my clit. Pleasure begins to build inside of me as a second set of hands slide up and under my top.

“Too late. Her sexy as fuck moans woke me up,” Ric’s deep baritone voice says as he pinches my nipple between two fingers. The slight bite of pain has my orgasm rocking my body way too quickly. Gryffin removes his fingers from my pussy, making me whimper from the loss. He lifts his hand over my shoulder, and I turn my head slightly to see what he’s doing. I’m greeted with the view of Ric swirling his tongue around Gryffin’s fingers before taking them into his mouth completely, sucking my cream off them.

Ric releases his fingers with a pop before groaning, “Fuck, she tastes so fucking good.” Ric lifts my leg over his hip as he plunges his fingers inside me. My muscles constrict again, still fluttering from the orgasm I just had. Within minutes I feel another wave washing over me.

“Remember what I told you the other day in the shower?” he asks, looking at Gryffin. I look between them, wondering what I missed. Gryffin strips out of his t-shirt, ripping it over his head, and I can’t resist touching his God-like body, with its hard edges and muscles that ripple for days. He looks hard and tough, but I know differently.

I can’t help but caress and trace every line and ridge of each abdominal muscle. As my finger moves across his skin, I feel his body shiver with excitement, and he releases a low moan that shoots straight to my core.

Gryffin’s deep grey eyes stare into mine, and it’s almost like I’m hypnotised by them. With his intense gaze focused entirely on me, it makes me feel as though I'm on fire.

Through the fabric of my shirt, Gryffin plays with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingertips until they're rock hard. He pulls my t-shirt off my body, sucking one nipple into his mouth, causing me to moan. My hands find their way into Ric’s boxers, taking hold of his rock-hard cock, and I relish in the low groan that leaves him. I pump Kendric’s cock a few times before he takes hold of my hand in his. Gripping my hip and flips me completely onto my back.

My mouth waters at the sight of him, my core clenching, and the need to touch him is almost overpowering. I’ve never experienced a need like this before, as both excitement and a bit of nervousness creeps through me as I take him in. Gryffin leans over me again, lazily placing kisses on every inch of exposed skin, slowly pushing the shirt up my body as he goes. He takes his time exploring, relishing in each of the noises I make. I almost snap, my restraint slipping further and further the more he continues his torture.

He reaches for the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them off. I wiggle in anticipation, which only earns me a nip to the skin on the inside of my thigh. He soothes the sting by slowly running his tongue over my skin until he reaches my pussy. He gives a long slow lick to my core, dipping his tongue inside before swirling it around my sensitive bud of nerves. My moans fill the room, and it doesn’t even occur to me to try to keep quiet. I am consumed by everything.

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