Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
But Clover just turned his face away. “Fine.”
The word alone was like the matador’s red cape waved in front of a bull. Nothing was fine, and Pyro would get a reaction out of the boy one way or another.
Chapter 11 – Clover
Clover’s brain provided no answers. His skin was on fire, and when Pyro grabbed, pinched, and rubbed himself against it, it felt like being flayed. Would he be fucked now? Just like that, without even an attempt at offering him something in return like the previous times? He couldn’t believe Boar would rat on him like that, but what did he expect? They all had each other’s backs and Clover was an outsider, a convenient fuck, even if keeping him safe was a challenge.
He’d been cozying up to them when he should have been alert at all times, and this was how the honeymoon period ended—with his ass raw from Tank’s belt, and Pyro up for making him hurt even more.
But that was what he’d signed up for. If his solo ride with Drake and the attack that had ensued had taught him anything, it was that danger was tangible. If he didn’t have protection, he’d be even worse off than the people he and Drake had left in a ditch. Nothing was fun and games anymore. They weren’t on a road trip, but in a life or death situation, and Clover would be coming out of it alive, even if all Pyro needed him for was convenience.
“I don’t even care anymore,” Boar said, rising from the sofa. He seemed at loss and stubbornly refused to look at Clover, as if having his stupid fantasies burst negated all the good things that had happened prior to that.
“But I do,” Pyro growled, smacking Clover’s ass so hard, keeping quiet was an impossibility.
Clover looked back in shock, with the yelp still fresh on his lips. “Tank! You said he’s not allowed—”
Tank stood with his arms crossed, his expression merciless. Clover could just as well have been talking to a wall. “Not allowed to punish. I recall you liked a slap or two when fucking.”
The heat in Clover’s cheeks exploded down his body, and his shoulders went rigid. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He’d been scared when they’d first established this… arrangement, but then he’d got comfortable.
Too comfortable, it seemed. No matter what, he’d still be safer with these guys than on his own. Especially without a penny to his name. What would he do if more people were sent after him? He had no fighting skills and could only run for so long.
Better the devil you know.
“I’m out. I’m not feeling it,” Boar said and left, his footsteps getting quieter by the moment, like a sign that he didn’t want to take responsibility for the pain his betrayal caused Clover. But that was to be expected. It was good to know that everyone’s priorities lay in themselves, no matter how friendly they acted.
Clover’s mind was sinking into nothingness when a sudden push at his hole made him raise his head in panic. Something cold was squirted straight into him, and before he could have flinched away from the sudden, matter-of fact nature of it, a large hand that he immediately recognized as Tank’s squeezed his shoulder.
“Are you sure this is fine, Clover?”
Clover shrugged off the pseudo-caring touch. “It’s fine.”
But it wasn’t. Not because he didn’t want to have sex with Pyro. They were comfortable with each other, Pyro was a wild fucker and gave amazing rim jobs, but this time was different. This time Pyro wanted to show off his power and punish Clover with his dick, not come. That would be only an afterthought.
Drake poked Clover’s cheek, and the touch was so surprising Clover blinked a few times before looking at him. The face that had mean smirks for him in the past now expressed mild worry. “It doesn’t feel fine.”
Clover saw red. “The fuck? Since when do you care about my feelings? I’m okay with this. I’m okay with the setup. I’m not okay with being hunted like some rare game. Other than that, I’ll live.”
Drake sneered at him and raised his hands, recoiling like a cat that just had chili powder blown at its nose. “Oh-kay. Forgot you were a little slut up for any dick that wants to stuff your holes. Excuse me for raising this concern, cumbucket.”
Clover’s throat choked, and he pressed his forehead against the table, listening to the sound of the breaking condom packet and waiting for the inevitable.
Arousal wasn’t there in the mix of emotions flooding him, so when Pyro’s dick stabbed at him, he grabbed the edges of the table top and hoped this would be over sooner rather than later.
He half-expected hearing Drake’s lighter pop open, since he’d so often watched Clover have sex with the others, but the man left the cabin with a slam of the door.