Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) (10 page)

Liam said, “Trust me, most men would be exactly the same. Some people are cut out for prison life and most other people just can’t survive in the same place as them.”

She looked up and Liam’s heart leaped when he saw the look of a little girl lost on her face.

Her mouth turned down on one corner when Declan said, “It’s quite possible that there’s someone on the outside with a lot to lose. Someone who doesn’t want to play the guessing game and wait to see to see how it turns out.”

Liam took a hold of her chin in his hand and she brightened. Gently he said, “Could be that or it could be they were a problem already. Or maybe it’s because of something they did outside. Could be any one of a number of reasons. Could even be that the client is in there with her.”

“Could be just that her cell mate can’t stand her.” Declan’s hands were making her bite her lip. He pressed harder as he said, “Whatever it is, someone got in contact with our ever-loving paymaster and there’s a spot of business to be done.”

“The most likely thing is that someone’s worried about her suddenly discovering a singing voice.” Liam said, looking into her face.
 

Liam said, “I don’t know about you kids, but I could definitely use a shower.”

“That’s a good idea.” She purred.

As the water ran over their hot, naked bodies, Liam stood behind Courtenay and soaped her from her back down to her thighs. He anticipated giving attention to her feet, her little toes, later.
 

She leaned back against him as he reached around to lather and massage her neck, her stomach and her hips. Her ass, soft, round and slick, bounced against his waking cock and it rose up to nuzzle the cleavage between them. Her head tipped back onto his chest as he bounced her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently, loving the music of her sighs and moans. Declan shared the lathering duty on the tops and insides of her thighs. When his hands reached up to rub her mound, she seized his face and kissed him with a long, deep moaning passion. With his lip between her teeth she took hold of his cock and her thighs parted wider as she rubbed his bulb against the base of her clit.

Rivulets of water and foam trickled and cascaded over her breasts and Liam’s loving cupped hands. Her free hand reached back to pull his lengthening cock to rub tighter against her rolling ass.
 

Her teeth still held Declan’s lip as he said, hoarsely, “I really love our Smallville slut,”

She made a wry chuckle. “Me too.” Liam looked at Declan’s bright smile as he spoke into Courtenay’s ear.

Dreamily she moaned and said, “I’m sure you’ve said that to every good time girl and cocktail waitress from here to Manhattan.”

Liam’s voice was firm and sincere. She gasped as his foamy hand slid along her labia and pressed up. “We’ve never said it to anyone before. Neither of us.” Declan began to kiss her neck, “Not either of us,” he said. “Ever.”

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my neck sent chills and thrills running down the inside of me as the water bounced and trickled over my breasts and Liam held me from behind. His swelling cock nudged and prodded at my ass. Then he began to kiss my neck from the other side.

I held and stroked their heads, ran my fingers down their bodies. The hard ridges of Declan’s ribs, the jut of his pelvis and the ripples of his abs, each contour made me shake. Liam pressed against my shoulder blades with the heat of his chest and I was glad of the water splashing over my face because I think a couple of little tears escaped my eyes. I kinda sorta wasn’t sure, but I got a tang of the salt and my breath jolted.

“It’s true,” Liam said into my ear, “I really love you.”

As I gasped and turned my head to him, Declan said into my other ear, “I really love you, Courtenay. I mean really.”

I turned to look from one to the other, giddy with the thrill and I said, “I really love you, too.” As I kissed Declan and told him, “I really love you, Declan,” Liam squeezed my breasts and nuzzled my neck with his lips. I turned my face to Liam and as I told him, “I really love you, Liam,” I kissed him, deep and long.

I know that we both tasted a tear, I saw the look in his eye. I couldn’t be certain if it was his or mine.

Declan said, “Let’s do the YMCA.”

I shook my head, not knowing what he meant, but Liam’s cock stiffened and I thought,
whatever it is, it’s probably not what I think it is.

Declan’s eyes flashed with a dark gleam and his body leaned against me. “Liam and me facing each other, our legs together, and we lean back, in profile we make a ‘Y.’“

Liam’s breath was warm in my ear as his voice rumbled “You hang in between us with your knees up like an ‘M’,”
 

Declan’s chuckle set me on fire, “I’ll fill up your ‘C.’”

And I thought I might faint when Liam said, “And I’ll be up your ‘A.’”

Declan sang, “It’s fun to stay,”

And Liam joined in “At the Y M C A.”

Before that day, I’d never have believed I could love having a huge cock up my ass. That had been done to me often enough, but it was never something I would have wanted to happen again.

When Liam prepared me, softening and massaging my little ass with gel and his fingers, he was careful to make sure the gel was a comfortable temperature. He was slow and tender about helping me to relax, encouraging me on, drawing me with him as he explored. Every moment, I knew that it was something intimate we shared, something close and special.

Feeling the width of his massive cock driving into me while Declan’s bulb waited, teasing and coaxing at the entrance to my aching pussy, I had never felt so close with one man, let alone two. Locked, sandwiched between them I knew I was precious, protected and needed.

As we fucked, the three of us, under the sparkling cascade of water, our excitement rose and spiraled and ascended until I could feel both men’s thighs tighten like steel cables. Their asses clenched and their abs pressed me until we felt like one being, one thrashing, sawing, biting, squeezing, yelling, gasping explosion of hot, wet flesh.

My thighs were spread wide so Declan’s hips could beat all the way into mine and his cock drove up into me so far I thought when he came I would taste it. Liam reamed my and filled me as my pelvis rocked back, as Declan filled me when I swung forward. The dance consumed us all until in toe-curling, nipple twanging desperate frenzy we shouted and came and sank, still pumping, a thrashing six-legged mass of lust, down the pool of the shower tray.

My face and neck were red and my throat rasped as the two hot cocks pulsed and I gushed and burst as they pounded and pumped me full of their hot, thick love.

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wheel to drive us to Bedford Hills, I sat in back with Declan through the gray suburbs and scrub of upstate New York and Connecticut. The dullness flattened out into bleak as we approached the prison compound. Chainlink fencing, razorwire and a squat watchtower sent a chill down my spine.

Declan said only one of them should go in. “No point in giving the cameras any more value than they need.”

Liam said that he would go. I was relieved. I thought they were going to ask me to go in with them. Go through an X-ray, get patted down, sniffed by dogs. I imagined this all happening under the watch of square, burly manish guards slapping nightsticks in their palms, with cruelty as their daily motivation.

Tall poles with boxes atop them stood at regular intervals around the parking lot. Declan said, “Cameras everywhere.”

As we drove by I saw one of the boxes swivel to point at us. Liam parked as far from view as he could, right under one of the camera poles. Declan and I stayed in the back, not even getting out of the car. We watched Liam make the long walk across the dusty compound.

“Hold me?” I said, and I pressed myself against Declan’s hard frame for shelter. The heat of his body set off a little tremor inside me. When his hand slipped around my waist, the strength of his arm reassured me some.

I buried my head in the warm linen of his white shirt and clung to him. The heady scent of him made my mind drift. His voice rumbled in my head as I felt him speak more than heard it.

“You know we have a little time,” he said. “Liam will be about a half hour getting in and getting out again.”

“Do you think the cameras can see us in the back here?”

“If they can, I’d sooner they were looking at anything rather than our faces.”

“This place gives me the creeps,” I said.

“It’s supposed to.”

“You ever been inside?” I peered up as I asked him. He didn’t answer.

His thigh was strong under my hand. I stroked along the inside of it. It should have occurred to me that it would be best not to give anyone a reason to keep the surveillance video, or to watch it more than once. It certainly should have occurred to Declan, but by then our minds were on other things.

Mine was fully focussed on the hardening heat at the front of his pants. I was remembering the taste of his flesh, the beat of the pulse as it pounded between my lips. The hard stretch of the back of my throat as it welcomed him.

I gasped as his fingers slipped over the front of my blouse and found my nipple, even through the blouse and the bra. Involuntarily I moaned and stretched across his body, my hand sliding up the smooth cotton of his pants to grasp his long pole.

His sigh grated through me and the heat between my legs made me writhe and fidget. My fingers clasped around his shaft and squeezed. The hardness of his this cock made me shiver and bite my lips.

When I stretched around to kiss Declan, he seized me by the back of my head and pulled me to him. His mouth fastened on mine and our kiss was hard and desperate.

My arms went around his neck, his hands roamed all over my breasts, along my thighs. His mouth consumed me and I was swept up in the heat of our clinging embrace.

His grip was rough as he pulled back. “This isn’t the time or the place.”
 

I gasped for air, “No,” I agreed. His eyes were like burning coals. We sprang back at each other, almost growling with the frenzy of the moment. His wet mouth took mine and we melted together in a torrent of desire.

In another break he said, “Maybe if we get down behind the seats we’ll be out of the view of the cameras,” his voice rasped, low and hot. My skirt hiked as I slid down to the floor on my back. The space was cramped. My tongue and my throat longed for the press of his cock, the huge heft of it in my lips.

I lay, ready. Inviting him.

But he grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over. Up on all fours, I almost cried out as his hand grabbed between my thighs and his thumb ran down along the length of my lips, through my drenched panties.

He held my hips and pulled me to him. His cock was out and it pushed up against my mound. He banged my ass with it as he yanked my panties to one side. His fingers slipped into my wet lips. My thighs quivered and shook as he rubbed inside me, closer and closer to my trigger spot.

His voice was a scraping whisper, “You like a side of danger with your sex, don’t you.” I bit the mound of my thumb as he rocked his fingers inside me and my legs came alive with electric trembles.
 

It was true. I hadn’t ever felt this way before, hadn’t craved for the prick of risk, of being on the edge. I guessed that was what came of taking off with two ruthless professional killers and having them both fuck me all they could.

My head swam with the chances, the possibilities, the life that was a million miles from the one I had been living, barely twenty four hours previously.

My face screwed as Declan shoved his fingers harder into me. “Fuck me, Declan,” I didn’t sound like me. I sounded like some desperate whore. It was a demand. Raw and insistent. “Fuck me.”

I reached back to feel his cock. It was hot and hard and huge. “Ah, now,” I could hear the leering twinkle seep into his voice, “You’ll have to wait a moment longer,” and I shook as his other hand landed with a thwack on the bare cheek of my upturned ass.