Page 101 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

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River

Knox is still laughing,leaning back against the wall while his arm bleeds. He’s clearly not bothered by the fact that I accidentally sliced his arm open, and even though I should probably feel guilty or worried, all I really feel is that same giddy sense of rightness that I felt when the Kings were fucking me on the hood of the car. Some part of me thought it might go away once we got that out of our systems, but it didn’t. If anything, the feeling has only gotten stronger.

I get up and go over to him, reaching for his arm. “Let me see it.”

He holds it out, and I check the wound. I didn’t impale him or anything, but the gash is definitely deep enough to need stitches.

“Will he live?” Ash asks, clearly teasing.

“If this was enough to take him down, I’d be worried,” I quip back. “It does need stitches, though. Hold that thought.”

I head upstairs quickly to grab the first-aid kit from Knox’s bathroom and then come back down. He’s sitting on the couch now, still grinning like a loon. He’s as crazy as ever, and clearly not mad at all. Whatever pain he’s feeling has his eyes glazed over a bit, and he looks almost high off it.

“I’ll stitch you up,” I offer.

“Sure,” Knox says, leaning forward to look at me. “But since you were the one who cut me, you have to stitch me up topless.” He nods solemnly, even though there’s a hungry smirk on his face. “Those are the rules.”

I snort, but heat burns through my body at the same time. My pussy clenches at the thought of being topless in front of all of them like this, even though we all just fucked on the side of the road.

“Fine,” I tell him. “You know I’m big on following rules.”

“Me too,” he shoots back. “Well, the fun ones, anyway. Now take it off, little fox.”

With a smirk, I pull my shirt over my head and then discard my bra as well, tossing them both to the side. My nipples are both hard already, my body reacting to four sets of eyes focused on me.

And the guys aren’t even making an attempt to make it seem like they aren’t shamelessly staring. I can feel them looking, feel the hunger in their eyes as they devour the sight of me.

It settles over me like a blanket, and I swallow hard before going to sit on the coffee table in front of Knox so I can get to work.

I thread the needle quickly and pull his arm closer, cleaning up the blood with a gauzy pad soaked in alcohol first. Knox doesn’t even flinch. I wipe away the blood, and he reaches out with his good hand and starts fondling my tits, going right for the pierced one first.

“That’s not making this easier,” I mutter under my breath, but I don’t tell him to stop.

The others seem to think that’s permission for them to join in as well, and soon, there are hands all over me. They take turns groping my tits, squeezing one and then the other, pinching my nipples. Somehow, I manage to get a few stitches in Knox’s arm without fucking them up, but being groped like this makes it super hard to focus.

“I’m going to end up fucking up these stitches at this rate,” I tell them warningly, but Knox just laughs.

“Worth it,” he counters, cupping my breast in his hand.

“Yeah. What’s another scar to Knox?” Ash puts in. “He doesn’t mind. He’s got plenty already. And your tits are definitely worth it.”

I roll my eyes, about to make some comment in response to that—but then Ash kneels down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before scraping it gently with his teeth. Whatever I was going to say turns into a moan as heat shoots through me.

Arousal pools in my belly and then sinks lower, making my pussy wet all over again. I try to focus on what I’m doing, but Ash’s mouth is insistent, and my hands are shaking by the time I tie off the thread and finish up with Knox’s arm.

It’s not my best work, but it’ll do, and he clearly has other priorities right now.

I let him go and pull back a little, breathing harder. Ash pulls off of my tit with a wet pop, and I shiver just from the sound of it. The cooler air in the room makes my nipple even harder, and the other one perks up to match.

Knox catches my gaze, his dark eyes blazing with hunger and that fucked up light that usually means he has a crazy idea in mind.

He pinches my un-pierced nipple hard and grins.

“You want one to match the other side?”

A spark shoots through me, electric and intense. There’s a rush of anticipation of the pain and pleasure that will come with that, and they mix so perfectly inside of me.

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