Avenging Us (Rocker Series Book 3) (11 page)

Beauty was dripping down her thighs, and not one to waste any of that sweetness…I coated the tip of my cock and Price Albert, but it wasn’t enough. I needed the rings on my shaft to be equally lathered. I’d have to fuck her pussy first. “Hold on, Beauty,” I said while rubbing my new ring up and down her slit before sliding all the way in. Her thighs quaking against my own lit the fire in my balls that crawled up the base of my spine until I was cursing under my breath. My stride slow and deep, and now properly slick with silky wetness, I was ready for my favorite hole. I removed myself, and her head fell, but she held on to the wall for support. “Eyes up and on them or I’ll stop…” Her head popped up, and I started to gather the rest of her wetness around her hole.

Ender’s hands held strong on her neck and thigh. Jake’s hands held sturdy, pinning her in place. Slow and steady, both stretched her in a completely different way. One slipped in and the other slipped out. She arched her back, giving them each of her holes equally…not favoring either. It was so fucking hot to watch.

I slipped my D-ring in first with short, quick bursts, working her up, and reached around for her clit. “Don’t hold your breath…keep breathing,” I said, not wanting her to pass out. I was a crazy fuck for doing this, but this wasn’t just about me. It was about her—us. I fed the kink that owned me, and spooned her tiny doses she’d never tasted before. As she blew out…I pushed in to just about my ladder
. Just a little more and I’m home.
She filled her lungs, and I pushed the rest of the way in…and waited.

Ender’s husky voice was deep. “Don’t move…don’t fucking move.” But she continued to squirm, searching for the orgasm they wouldn’t give her.

Jake’s voice broke and a long, moaned hum. “Too good…feels too good. I can’t hang on…are you there yet?”

“Been there…waiting for you.” Ender’s voice came out strained as his orgasm built. Back and forth they went, for what seemed like hours.

Beauty, seemed as if she were drowning in the erotic sensations my cock provided and riveted by the threesome. My own fires grew. My muscles clenched, fighting for control every time the walls of her pussy contracted. Each thrust slow and deep. I kept my pace steady and my feet planted as I pushed in and out. I leaned back, trying to see her ring open and close around my piercings, but it was too dark. “Tell me where you want me to come, my love. Do you want it in your ass?” I surged forward. “In that tight pussy, or all over you back?” My thumb and forefinger pinched her clit until she responded.

“Come in my ass. I want to feel it leak out tomorrow.” She panted, yet her words were firm. My kinky bitch. That’s all the confirmation I needed to hear. My mind was consumed with passion and the emotion evoked by her words. But I held on…

Ender’s tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, and Jake came up on one knee, looking for a different angle. They fought for as long as they could. Battled, a sensual war. Both of them moaning at the same time. They felt it…she was squeezing…choking their cocks. She lost control, and now her body controlled her—them. The bed shook nosily and banged against the wall. Jake’s roar was deafening, his back arched and his hip pistoned into her, releasing his orgasm deep inside her. Ender grabbed her throat, surging upward, her pussy slapping him. One…two…three, and he released a joyous sob of pleasure.
Jesus fuck
. Jake reached over her back, pulling her ties free. Her hands fell, landing at her sides like dead weight, the three of them still bucking until they lay breathless on the bed in a heap of twisted limbs.

I reached up and palmed Beauty’s shoulder, shifting my angel so she was almost bouncing off my cock. Each thrust slapped her cheeks until I released one of my biggest loads into her fine ass.

“Fuck, I’m paralyzed and don’t want to move,” I said, feeling winded.

“Well, I can’t feel my fucking legs, rock star…so you’ll be carrying me home.” She shook. “And you owe me five orgasms…so there’s that, too.”

I pulled out of her, looking at the pretty picture before me. Absolutely, hands down, one of the best nights of my life. “With pleasure, my beauty…”

The temperature dropped; it was dark and pouring rain. A dismal morning after the beautiful day before. But there was also a storm brewing in my body. I felt weak and my body was heavy. I tried to move, but something restrained me. I tried to force my eyelids open but to no avail—they wouldn’t even crack.
Your body’s exhausted
, I thought. It was then that I felt my first back pains and the lingering discomfort that crawled around into my weighted abdomen.

My arm reached out across the bed only to find it empty. Ugh. Of all mornings for him to be up and out, leaving me alone. My heart started to race with worry and anticipation as I lay there, unable to move. I’d just started my thirty-sixth week, and I hoped I’d have this baby two weeks from now. But, thinking on it…I’ve had Braxton hicks for the last few weeks that I’ve ignored. I reached blindly across the nightstand for my cell phone. The slightest movement took the greatest effort, and I didn’t want to aggravate the situation by trying to get up and find him myself.

The pain increased, causing my eyes to pop open, and I started slowly rubbing my stomach. With my thumb, I scrolled through my favorites, hitting Abel’s number.

He answered on the first ring. “Morning, Beauty, I was just thinking about you…about last night.”

Last night was hot, and as promised, Abel gave me five orgasms. But despite only being a few hours ago, it felt like a lifetime. Another sharp pain came and my stomach hardened.

“You there?”

“I think it’s time.” My voice broke into a sob. I blew out a long, calming breath, but the tears came. This was my first child and I hadn’t a clue if this was the real start of labor or not. The phone disconnected before I said another word, and I prayed like hell it wasn’t a dropped call. The phone dropped out of my hand before I could make the next phone call—my obstetrician.

The sound of feet echoed through the hallway and the door swung open with a bang, causing me to jump…which sent pressure down my spine and into my lower back. My eyes closed and I growled, “Christ, you scared the fuck out of me. What’s wrong with you?”

Abel’s hands went up in a defensive posture as he approached. “You need to relax.” He helped me to a sitting position and put a few pillows behind my back. “Did you call the doctor?”

“No, I called you. Maybe it will pass?” I asked, taking tiny breaths. So far, the breathing technique I’d learned was doing shit and even caused me to hyperventilate.

Chance came flying in the room, panicked. “Where’s the hospital bag?”

“Got it,” Abel replied, walking out of the nursery with it on his shoulder as he spoke rapidly to someone. Beyond the pain and increasing grouchiness, seeing him with a diaper bag made me cry.

He hung up on whoever was on the phone and crossed the room. “Is it the pain?” he asked, taking a seat beside me.

I shook my head. It wasn’t about the pain now, but about the father of my baby. Well, that and I was scared to death. My emotions were nearly suffocating me. “You’re going to be a father,” I said, blinking away the tears.

Chance stood in the background, wiping his own. He knew how I’ve been struggling.

“And you’re going to be a fantastic mother,” he said, leaning in to kiss my forehead, and then called the doctor’s service.

Chance asked if I needed anything, but I didn’t want to move until I spoke to the doctor.

She called back a few minutes later and Abel relayed the questions as she had asked. “Did your water break and something about a mucus plug.” He winced and so did Chance.

The bed wasn’t wet beneath me and I honestly didn’t want to know anything about a mucus plug. “No to the water, and no clue to the other.”

He nodded. “How far apart are the contractions?”

I shrugged, as I hadn’t thought to time them. After a few more questions and vague answers from me, her advice was to walk, and that recommendation made me snarl. “Walk? Are you kidding me right now?”

Chance went to my closet and returned with a pair of slippers. “Here.” He handed them to Abel, who placed them on the floor.

“I think we should follow her advice. She wouldn’t suggest something that would cause you or the baby any harm,” he said as he pulled back the sheet to swing my legs over the bed.

“I know,” I answered, and he placed the slippers on my feet. “I can’t even see my damn feet.”

“Honey you haven’t seen your feet in over month. Let’s not harp on nonsense…let’s have this baby.” Chance grabbed my hair brush off the vanity. “Not only am I going to be an uncle, I’m also your one-man glam squad.”

The pressure between my legs grew unbearable, and I wanted to scream. “Come near me with that brush and I’ll kill you with my bare hands. I swear to god, Chance,” I yelled and his face paled. Abel smirked as another contraction wracked my body. “Fuck, that was definitely something. This can’t be false-labor.” I bent over, holding my stomach.

Abel threw his phone to Chance. “Make yourself useful and start timing the contractions. I’ll help her walk.”

Chance nodded and paced. We started to walk around our bedroom slowly. The jingle of keys and footsteps brought me back to the moment. I turned to the door to see who it was—Cindy and Woody.

They looked chummy standing shoulder to shoulder. “We’re going for breakfast…wanna join?”

I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by being in my nightgown or curious that they were together. We all knew it was a matter of time.

“We?” Chance asked as he timed my contractions.

“Shut it, Chance.” She snarled and then turned her attention to me. “The baby?” she asked, walking past Woody.

“I’m cramping,” I answered, forcing a weak smile. I grabbed both of Abel’s forearms and leaned into his chest, trying to fight the pain.

“The doctor thinks she’s going into labor,” Abel said over his shoulder as I dug my nails into his arms. He never complained…just took the pain. I knew he would take the agony for me if he could. He stuffed down his own feelings of confusion, pain, and anxiety to comfort me. He had to be as scared as I was, but he’d never show it. His eyes were fully focused on mine. “I’d feel better if we went to the hospital. You’re scaring the fuck out of me.”

Cindy rubbed my arm in gentle circles and said, “I agree.” Woody hadn’t said a word—his fingers texting furiously.

The terrace door blew open with a gust of wind and a pane of glass shattered. The draft swept through the bedroom and we all momentarily froze. I got a terrible, chilling sensation. A bubble burst inside of me and an odorless gush of water drenched the floor. “Oh my god, my water broke!” I screamed, and thunder boomed angrily outside. Abel’s face paled, and everyone sprang into action. Cindy grabbed the diaper bag, heading for the door. Next thing I knew…I was hoisted into Abel’s arms. Woody ran to secure the door, and Chance was still petrified in place. Figures, the one guy who is always triple prepared for everything freezes.

“Woody, grab Chance,” Abel yelled and carefully carried me into the bathroom. “Have the car out front…I’ll get her changed and cleaned up.”

He sat me down on the toilet seat and ran to my dresser. I was surprisingly calm for being so nervous. This was it. The last time it would be just he and I. God willing, I’d return with a bouncing healthy baby, and the omen I had would be just the feelings of fear.

Abel returned with a fresh pair of panties, bra, yoga pants and one of his Lethal Abel tee-shirts. I smiled. He shrugged. “Something of mine,” he said, grabbing a washcloth to clean me up.

“I already have something of yours,” I said, rubbing my stomach. He kissed the palm of my hand before dressing me.

We hurried to the car where Woody, Cindy, and Chance waited. Abel chose to drive, not wanting to take any chances. He needed something to control, and this labor wasn’t one of them. Woody rode shotgun while Cindy and Chance sat on either side of me. The warm winds began to howl as if some wolf was calling to some deep, dark secret. The swaying winds increased, blowing debris around. Abel veered out of the driveway; lightening flashed all around us and the rain started to pour.

The sheets of rain became an avalanche of a blinding storm. Abel kept driving, never saying a word. I’ve never seen rain like this in LA. This was the dry season—or so I thought. I began to pray, hoping we would make it to the hospital and not be killed. We were twenty minutes from the hospital with no traffic and the storm was proving to be formidable. We drove through the darkened curvy roads, and barely missed another car head on as he bulldozed his way though.

But we made it.

Abel lifted me from the car and noticed how badly shaken I was. Remorse blanketed his face as he carried me into the hospital, yelling to anyone and everyone for help. I remained eerily quiet despite the pain. The storm of my life was heading my way, and it seemed that prayer would not stop it. This baby was coming…

There were three labor suites and five delivery rooms. We settle into a private suite, and I was immediately hooked up to a monitor and examined by the nurse. She said I was three centimeters dilated and probably going to have the baby by the end of the day. Abel was freaking out. He sat down, stood up, sat down, walked to me and held my hand, sat down again, and then stood up and dialed his parents. Then I started to feel a hardening or tightening in my lower abdomen again. It felt like the baby was stretching before making an arrival. The nurse continued to read the printout of my contractions, circling as each one came.