Montana Falls (Red Diamonds #5)

Chapter Four

I t took almost an hour to get back to the hotel. Most of it was spent driving and waiting around. Partly for a pair of cabs, to take Logan and Lincoln and me one way through far too much traffic that was almost at a standstill. Another to take Price, Kody, and Misha to the mosque to collect the children and take them home.

Well, not home. But they were brought to a hotel near their home, and the twins were reunited with their father a while later, a thing I was privy to because Misha called me to speak to the man.

Apparently, Mr David Cardinal-Fineman had insisted he speak to me and nobody else.

Yey.

That hadn’t been a fun conversation for me to have, even if I was glad that Misha had lied about me still being outside doing gang things, so I didn’t have to do it face to face. Not just because it was obvious from a single listen to his tone that the twin’s father blamed me for his wife’s death, but because all he’d asked about after that had been what I would do about John and why I hadn’t done it before now.

Why I hadn’t fixed the shit that my family had caused and why I’d allowed the mess to go on long enough that his wife had paid for it and his kids would pay more…

I had no answer. Nothing . The only reason I’d stopped letting the guy talk to me like shit was because Logan had finished putting butterfly stitches on my cheek, and triple checking my hands were glass free. Then, ignoring my orders to let me handle it, Lincoln had taken the phone off me and pretended something had come up, so he had an excuse to hang up so both men could give me a lecture on not letting people – especially men – talk to me with negativity, and that if I did it again, not only would they beat the man’s ass, but then mine.

Their lecture did not make much of a difference, seeing as the guilt I’d felt in the aftermath of Shannon’s suicide had come back with a vengeance that I could not shake at the simple thought of being lectured. Why? Because it reminded me of my dad.

Of all the times he’d told me that men weren’t shit, I was super awesome, and all the rest of the things I missed beyond comprehension.

It reminded me of how Beau always said that men were useless creatures unless their head was between my thighs or their bank card in my hand. Okay, he’d worded it better than that. But the point remained that my parental figures had said such things to me. Had lectured me.

And now my boyfriends were doing it, and I was both turned on because I was a simp for bossiness, and thoroughly disgusted because the idea of liking someone for that, and because it reminded me of my dad, was not cool.

On the bright side, it wasn’t entirely down to me to figure things out now. Seeing as I had no Red Diamonds nearby, and had no clue when John would be returning home, I had to call in a little extra help that would both be useful and someone to offload some stress onto. Not Wraith and his crew – even though I had somehow found myself getting a random slew of texts from him with bits of information, one video of a cute husky he said was called Malivore, and then another with the promise that I could meet Silver when he felt like she was ready.

I’d asked him to put me in touch with her now. He said no. I ordered him to do it. Then threatened.

He’d sent me a laughing emoji in response and then a GIF of an adorable baby chicken holding a butter knife that he said reminded him of me…

Yeah, I couldn’t threaten him. Which, seeing as he informed me he had been part of The Company – the same one Logan’s mama was a twisted member of – I could understand it. Even if it frustrated me that I had to ask nicely for something I ought to have just been given.

But whatever.

Silver had my number. Or Price’s. Same difference.

My sister had my number, and she knew I existed. She knew enough that she cared about sending her adopted brother and his minions to help me out against her biological father… I didn’t know what to think. But I was excited even if I hated it. Even if I knew that there was a strong possibility that Silver looked like her bitch mother, or evil father, and that I would want to throat punch her just for that.

Even if it meant she had known about me before now and had never once tried to contact me or… or nothing, because I had other things to think about.

Even without Wraith’s help, I had something better. A girl – Ivy Quinn - I had known around one of the high schools I’d attended, this one in Barcelona, had been the daughter of an English gang leader. She and her younger sister had kept to herself mostly, but as I was one of the few people who had spoken English, I had been paired up with her a lot in lessons and things. So we had always been polite to each other. Plus, our fathers had often run in similar circles, until almost her entire family line had been slaughtered a few months ago.

According to the general public, the CSG no longer existed and the Quinn family were extinct. Anyone who was anyone knew the opposite; Ivy Quinn was very much alive, only she was smarter than her daddy had ever been. Now she ran the family businesses from the shadows, and had reached out more than once with the desire to set up business with me as she restarted her family empire with herself as the queen.

She ran her gang out of the West Midlands, more than London, but that didn’t matter. Within a handful of phone calls, exchanges of various information and promises, I now had a small army of borrowed gangsters heading their way to me. Ones that were like my crew; loyal to their leader without doubt and not entirely garbage people who ran around raping and murdering innocents. They were going to watch over everyone who needed watching until John was dead. They were going to be my eyes and ears in a place that I did not know. And they were going to give me guns, cars, and whatever else I needed until I could go home.

It was excellent.

Protection and normal gang stuff was now Ivy’s sort of problem, not mine. She hadn’t even asked for anything in return, but that was no doubt because she knew I would offer. My thanks could come in the form of business connections and whatever deals we could barter that would make us both a bunch more money. Something she no doubt would love a lot more than me.

But regardless, all of that meant I could concentrate on other things, more important things. Like the two quickly shirtless men walking into the hotel bathroom as I showered away the grime and blood, partly because I needed to, mostly because I couldn’t just sit around waiting for the three men of mine that were still out to return.

A little because I was waiting for the pain pills to kick in and hoping that my migraine would wash down the drain.

“Are you keeping your face dry?” Lincoln was in his boxers before I could answer his blunt version of a greeting, his pretty tattoos and tan on display for me to ogle as he brushed his teeth at the sink next to Logan.

“Of course, bunny. So far, it’s my body that’s wet all over.” I put on my best innocent expression as I peered out the shower door gap and the steam. “But I cannot wash my hair or body because of my hands being all damaged… it is a shame, really. I am so filthy and do not know what to do.”

Logan snorted as he shucked his boxers and slid into the shower behind me, grabbing my sponge and soap before he started washing me. He made sure to pay extra attention to my breasts and ass. I presumed they needed extra… care.

“Move over, brat.” Lincoln shuffled in front of me, his feet squeaking on the ground as I did my best to keep my eyes on his pretty face and not his pretty- “Stop looking at my cock.”

“What cock?”

He chuckled darkly as he grabbed my throat. “The one you’re obsessed with.”

“Mhmm.” It was hard to reply. A little because he was choking me. Mostly because I refused to boost his ego unless he truly made me.

Swiping water from his eyes, Lincoln gave me a hard look.

“Logan, I think the princess needs an attitude adjustment.” He pushed me closer to Logan until my back hit his chest. “She’s been thoroughly bratty today.” He breathed as he wedged me between the two of them. “I fully intend on punishing her for it. You’re welcome to assist.”

Logan kissed my shoulders as his magic hands worked the suds into my skin, washing away all my thoughts and sins down the drain. Then they tried to wash something else that was thoroughly wet and desperate for him.

“Do you like being punished, pretty girl?” He breathed as he trailed kissed down my shoulder blades.

“Yes.” I swallowed hard as Linc loosened his grip enough that I could talk.

“By all of us, or just Lincoln?” Logan asked as he pushed me deeper under the showerhead until we were all thoroughly dripping.

“All of you.” Two of his fingers slid inside of me, and I whined and bucked my hips. “Any of you. I don’t mind.” For a moment, I forced myself to think through my desire and the delicious feelings he was eliciting from me and remember which of my men I was dealing with. “But you don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you don’t want to share like this, we can just-”

He cut me off. “I don’t mind sharing you with Lincoln.” With a quick tilt of my head, he kissed me hard and fast, speaking between words. “It’s easy to let you be with someone else who loves you and I know is good. I’m not uncomfortable in the slightest.”

I had no complaints. None.

“Pfft. I’m not good,” Lincoln scoffed as he grabbed one of my pots filled with a deep treatment hair mask from the shelf in the corner. “I’m pure evil.”

“Sure, bunny. Whatever you say.” I panted as he unscrewed the lid and Logan moved his hand faster. “What are you doing?”

“This takes what, fifteen minutes?” He grabbed some and quickly slathered my hair in it, careful to avoid the roots like I’d taught him. “That’s enough time for your punishment.”

His evil smirk was far too sexy, considering I was probably going to be on the receiving end of something devious.

“What punishment?”

“You couldn’t stop talking about Misha and how great he was at getting you off.” Linc stepped forward until he was pressed against me and I could practically feel the heat from his hell-fire burning me. “So I guess it’s a good thing he’s home soon and can finish up.”

I cocked my head, trying to concentrate on his words and not the delicious burn inside my core. “What?”

He didn’t answer me. He just smirked and smirked some more as he spoke to Logan and pretended I didn’t exist.

“She’s not allowed to finish. Not even once.” His tone offered no leeway as he grabbed the tops of my arms. “Okay?”

Logan paused for only a moment, but seeing as I hadn’t made an ounce of complaint – not verbally anyway – I felt him nod his head as he pulled his fingers out of me and took a single step back.

“Sure. I’ll try it once.” He said. “But maybe only once. I enjoy hearing her scream for me a little too much.”

Before I could utter a single complaint, Lincoln spun me around and bent me over the shower bench. My legs were spread wide, and a little huff of air escaped my lungs as I felt the coldness of the tile. His hard, hot body blanketed me, his hands pushing me further into the bench when he grabbed my hips and pushed his cock inside of me in a single thrust.

The shock of his sheer size inside my pussy made me gasp and moan in equal measure, but I pushed back into him, demanding more even as he started fucking me like he was a desperate man who’d gone without for far too long. Even when he pushed my legs further apart and moved one hand to my throat, I still begged and whimpered for more.

More and more and more. I wanted to drown in the feeling of him regardless of his promises to punish me.

I didn’t fucking care what he did so long as he touched me.

As the burn inside my stomach heated to impossible heights, he suddenly pulled out of me and yanked me back to my feet for a second, so he could take a seat. The minute he was comfy, he pulled me back down onto his dick as I huffed and debated how best to beg him to let me finish.

“Ride me hard and fast, princess. I want to be finished before you need to wash your hair.” He kissed me hard and fast, his tongue invading my mouth for just a second before he pulled back and glanced over my shoulder. “There’s lube in the top left drawer.”

Logan chuckled as I listened to him move and then quickly return. He was clearly taking a leaf out of Lincoln’s book, because he said nothing as he pushed me forward, making sure my ass stuck higher in the air so he had easier access.

First for the cool and sticky drops of lube. Then for his finger. Then the best part of all.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I bit Lincoln’s shoulder as I groaned at the feel of Logan sliding into my ass, filling me up tight enough I could barely breathe.

He wasn’t gentle like he usually was. He just slammed his hips and fucked me without a single ounce of care, and I loved it. Needed it. Had been desperately craving it just so my thoughts would shut up for a few minutes and my nerves could vanish.

There was nothing but pleasure in my brain as Lincoln dug his fingers into my hips, hard enough to bruise. And Logan did the same, but with my ass cheeks, as he spread me wide and muttered a string of curses to himself that I was too delirious with pleasure to understand.

“You’re such a pretty girl, aren’t you, Saph?” I understood that, and could just about manage a nod as my body tingled all over, and I found myself quickly turning limp.

Limp enough that all I felt was the static burning in my veins, lighting me up from the inside out with enough force to set me on fire. A fire I would die from happily. Eagerly.

A fire that Lincoln hurried to put out because he was a fucking brat.

He pinched my ass, his voice deep and rough as he met me thrust for thrust. “You are not allowed to finish.”

“I can’t help it.” I whined and panted in equal measure. “I want to cum on your dicks. I need to do it.”

Both guys cursed at that, their paces upping almost simultaneously. But it seemed they were still firmly set in their ways, for they worked me over until I was just about to finish…

Then Logan stepped back with a groan, and Lincoln yanked me off his lap and pushed me to the ground.

“Don’t be a-“ Lincoln cut off my words as he shoved his cock into my mouth.

“You think I’m playing?” He let out a laugh that was all sex and arrogance and instantly made me want him more. “Make me cum, baby, then swallow it all and do Logan next. He’s all lonely without you.”

If I’d been capable, I would have smirked and sassed him. But as it was, my mouth was far too full and busy sliding up and down, choking myself until Lincoln finished down my throat with a handful of curses and a few tugs on my hair.

He pulled himself free with a pop, still smirking in that way that made me want to fuck and fight him equally as he hurried to wash himself down.

“Happy now, bunny? Do I have less sass.” I didn’t, but it was worth an ask.

He chuckled and nodded his head. “See you later, princess.” He was gone before Logan had taken a step closer and pushed his way inside my mouth, a lot more gentle than his friend.

“You okay, pretty girl?” He carefully pushed his fingers through my hair, as I bobbed my head a little slower than before and hummed my yes to his question.

I was a little too busy trying to win a prize for a blowjob record or something to respond with actual words. But that hardly mattered. Logan liked what I was doing, and I enjoyed it, too.

It was hard not to when he was so sweet and tasted like my perfect brand of poison that I would happily die from forever.

“You feel like heaven.” His pretty brown eyes had rolled shut, and I stared at his expression, enjoying the soft smile on his lips. “You really do have a wicked mouth and it’s killing me that I’m not making you scream from it.” His grip tightened on my hair for a second as he jerked his hips, forcing himself deeper into my throat as he came with a few panted curses.

When he let go, I sat back on the ground, catching my breath and trying to force the tension inside of me to go away. It didn’t work. Not when he pulled me to my feet, the second he had his breath back, and picked up his earlier plan of washing me until I sparkled.

A sponge and soap shouldn’t have been so fucking good, but it was. And I hated it. Loved it. Needed it again but also needed it to stop.

“ Mi sol ,” I whined when he chucked the sponge back onto the shelf, “I need you to make me feel better. My body is all aching and needy for you and all I can taste is you on my tongue, and now I want more…”

He was easier to break than Lincoln would ever be, so it was no surprise – and much to my delight – that he chuckled and almost gave me what I wanted.

“Later,” he whispered between kisses, “you come find me when Lincoln’s gone to sleep. I’ll make sure you get taken care of.”

“You’re not going to punish me any longer?” Smug satisfaction soared through me.

“I prefer pleasuring you.” He grinned. “I get off on making you cum. So whilst I’m more than happy to be rougher with you when you need it, I’m not edging you again.”

“I don’t think I have any complaints with that.” Grinning, I pulled him under the showerhead and continued my fun distraction. “Now come and do something even better than sex and help me wash my hair.”