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February 2 - February 2, 2025
Man sock, boxers, bed sheet - bingo! A blood red bikini hung from the line right beside a cute pair of denim shorts which seemed to whisper slip your ass into me to the tune of the waves crashing against the shore. And who was I to deny something that wanted my ass that badly?
“Well if I’m not getting my dick wet tonight, you guys are gonna have to listen to copious amounts of porn when we get home. I’m feeling me some dub-con anime followed by a spectacular cream pie, you guys in?” I offered. “Why do you always invite us to your porn parties?” Chase tsked. “Why do you guys always say no?” I shot back and Fox released a low chuckle, a thing even rarer than his smile.
“Penguin’s don’t fly,” he muttered and I snorted. “They do if you throw ‘em hard enough.”
I closed the refrigerator door and a breath got choked in my lungs, my body turning to stone, my heart nothing but a heavy lump of heated solder in my chest. Because a real life incarnation of my deepest, most desperate desire was standing right there. Right in my house. My fucking breathing space. The girl I had longed for, ached for, hunted for, shattered for, was here. Impossibly. Fucking. Here.
My eyes kept roaming her features and the shock of finding her before me gave way to horror at the bruises shadowing her face, her neck. Someone had hurt her. Someone had laid their filthy fucking hands on her and marked her. Rage and vengeance collided inside me, twisting into a cold and hungry creature which longed for the death of the person responsible for this. It didn’t matter if a whole lifetime stood between the last moment I’d seen her and this moment of her return. Nothing changed my desire to protect her. From everything and everyone who sought to hurt her. I will make them pay.
We sure as shit weren’t boys anymore and it looked like she was living in her own headfuck as she realised that. With the amount of testosterone in this house, I was surprised the kitchen appliances hadn’t sprouted dicks yet.
“Who hurt you?” I asked her the question that was baiting me most.
“Oh this?” she asked sarcastically, pointing at her neck. “I got in a fight with a seagull over an ice cream. The gulls ‘round here have gotten real violent.”
“I used to spend a lot of time thinking about what I’d do if you ever came back, Rogue. And the long and short of it is, baby, that I’m never letting you get away again.”
They wanted me here for some reason. They'd taken one look at me and demanded I stay, but that didn’t make any sense. I was one of a very few people on a very short list. Fox's dad and the leader of this crew of cutthroat gangsters wanted me dead. I wasn't supposed to be in Sunset Cove. Not now or ever. That had been made terrifyingly clear to me when I left. My return here was a death sentence which was due to be carried out the moment Luther laid eyes on me.
“The piece of fucking scum who’d touched Rogue was her ex-boyfriend. And he didn’t just beat her around – which trust me, would be more than enough for me to slit the motherfucker’s throat – but he also choked her out. He thought she was dead and buried her in a shallow grave on the edge of Sunset Cove.” Acid sizzled in my veins as I pictured it.
Chester was a huge, middle aged guy, built like a fort with spiky blonde hair and his stupid large biceps strained against a too-tight shirt. He cut the music just in time to hear Chase groan loudly and spill his load to a whole fucking audience who broke out into cheers.
Jolene was beautiful and a couple of inches taller than her husband when she wasn’t in her heels, but in them, she dwarfed him like a tiger next to a kitty cat. A kitty cat with bulging muscles and a fluffy blonde moustache, but still.
"Fuck me, rainbow child, I really hope you didn't expect this look to turn Fox off of you because I can assure you, you’ve failed spectacularly. You make me wanna find out what the rainbow tastes like," he said, biting his fist in an over the top way and groaning as he took me in.
"I liked the idea of someone having my back, even when I knew I was all alone,"
"I need a foot long in my mouth, Johnny James," I warned him in a serious tone. "I need to put it in my mouth and swallow it down good and make sure I lick all of the-”
"Leave me alone, J!" I shouted. "I just need it in my mouth. Let me put the foot long in my mouth. Stop trying to sandwich block me!"
JJ grabbed hold of my hips as he tried to drag me back and he half climbed on top of me so that he could attempt to steal my sandwich. But no man came between me and a foot long. Ever.
"You know what Rogue is like with food. She went all seagull in the car and I was trying to make her stop so that we could all eat together,"
"You're right," he agreed, taking a step closer to me. "Calling you pretty was a bad move. It doesn't even begin to encompass the way you look, hummingbird."
"I just need you to understand that I am not, never have been and never will be your girl. I don't care if the only reason you spread that rumour was for my own protection - I don't want it. I don't want-" Fox leaned in suddenly and pressed his mouth to mine, stealing the breath from my lungs and freezing me in place as I gasped against his hard, demanding lips.
"You and me have been written in the stars for a long fucking time, Rogue. I know you used to feel it too. We're inevitable. Always have been, always will be."
“No Fox, I didn’t want to bait you,” she purred and my throat thickened as my gaze fell to her full lips, my dick grinding into the thin material of her bikini bottoms through my jeans, but it was all too much material for my liking. “I wanted to remind you that I’m not yours. And you can’t tell me what the fuck to do.” She slammed her forehead into mine and I cursed as I reared back while she tried to wriggle free and open the door behind her.
Damn rogue!
I yanked my door shut and she fell silent at last, glaring at me in all her sandy, rainbow sweetness and she looked so fucking hot I leaned over and crushed my lips to hers. She bit my lip so hard I tasted blood and I laughed as I drew away and started the engine. “You taste like sunshine, hummingbird.” “You taste like a dead man,” she growled.
"If I was going to claim you like a caveman, my cock would be inside you right now and you'd be begging for more while hating yourself for it even more than you claim to hate me," Fox growled.
"You think you really hate me that much?" he taunted, finding my hand and pushing the knife he held into my grip. I watched him in fear as he turned the blade in our combined grip and pressed it against his throat before removing his hand and just staring down at me. "So do it, then. Take your vengeance and rid the world of a monster while you're at it. My heart only beats for you anyway so if you want to carve it from my chest then you can. It's yours whatever way you want it."
"We're like the tide and the shore, hummingbird," Fox said in a low voice, leaning down to brush the words against my lips. "No matter how far the tide retreats, it can never stop itself from coming back for more."
"I can look after myself, Badger," I hissed. "I've been doing it for a hell of a long time." "And look where that got you - half dead in a shallow grave. You do understand that, right? You're literally only alive because that asshole you were fucking didn't do a better job of finishing you off." Fox looked seriously pissed off at the thought of me screwing someone else and for once we were in agreement because fuck Shawn. But also, fuck Fox, so whatever.
thought Fox's word was law? Doesn't his claim on me mean you shouldn't be touching me?" I asked. "I thought you said you weren't his girl?" "I'm not," I replied fiercely. "Well then. Sounds like there's everything to play for to me." JJ got to his feet and headed for the stairs, leaving me wondering what he'd meant by that.
"Oh, so it's come to blackmail has it?" JJ asked with a laugh. "Are you sure you're not just following me up here so that I can fuck that wet pussy of yours and help put out that fire in your veins?"
"You're not the only one who changed in the last ten years, Rogue. And believe me, I've survived my fair share of shit over that time too. After you left and Maverick was...gone, Luther forced the three of us to become fully fledged members of the Harlequin Crew officially, getting us to run jobs and follow commands and all of it. The price of membership had to be paid in blood more than once and he made sure we paid in full. The kid you knew died when he made me into a killer and believe me, that's not even half of what I've done in the years since. You already know what my mom was like
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"I hate you, Fox Harlequin," I hissed right in his face, almost close enough to touch my lips to his and let him drown me once and for all, but that wasn’t going to happen. "I hate all of you unlike I've ever hated anything. And you know why that is?"
"Because you were all I had. And you knew it. When I killed Axel, you wiped the blood from my skin and promised me you'd make it right. All of you did. And then you kicked me to the curb and forgot all about me."
"You took away the only chance I ever had to be happy when I needed you most. It doesn't matter how you justify it. There were a hundred ways that whole thing could have gone and you chose to destroy me when I was at my lowest. And now you stand here telling me what I can or can't do, laying claim to me like I'm some sort of possession and expecting me to forgive you when you haven't even tried to apologise? Please. You might have ruined me, but I'd take a thousand years of misery over a single moment as one of your toys."
"She never wanted any of us," I expelled in a wave of smoke. "The night she killed that asshole Axel, I saw her. Before any of that happened. I saw her doing something…with someone.”
"She fucked Maverick. I saw them together. They were naked at Rosewood Manor in the summer house."
"I've always wondered if you really were the most beautiful girl I've ever met, or if I'm just biased because I've seen how deep that beauty runs," he said, his voice full of grit and regrets. "And now that I find myself looking at you again, I've realised it doesn't matter if I'm biased. You're everything I've always been missing Rogue. And I'm so sorry about what happened between us. I can only promise you I thought it was the best thing at the time and I've regretted it every single day since."
"Move over, asshole. I'm coming up to bum a smoke." I approached the Ferris wheel and quickly grabbed the familiar hand holds as I began to climb the framework. "You're absolutely not invited to join me, you know?" Chase muttered, but he shifted over all the same. "I never wait around for invitations," I replied dismissively. "I don't make many guest lists. It's been suggested I’m lacking decorum."
"For the record," he growled, his hand moving from my hip to my waistband as he pushed his fingers beneath it right below my naval. "If you got me between your thighs you'd be wetter than you are right now and you wouldn't be faking a damn thing." His hand pushed lower and I gasped as his eyes lit at the realisation that I had no panties on.
"He just took a dump by my sandcastle," she said angrily and I couldn't help but laugh. "So clean it up, bitch," Chase tossed back at her. "I don't give a shit about that." I snorted to myself. Give a shit. Nice.
"It's a game where I see how many holes I can stick in a person before they bleed out on me. You know, like you’re a pin cushion. My current record is seventy four, but I think if I take my time with you, I could hit triple figures," he purred and save me Lord for I have sinned because fuck me Jesus, that was the darkest, hottest thing I think I'd ever heard someone say.
I was damn tempted to drop to my knees and suck his cock in payment for that. This dude, this total fucking asshole of a dude, just went to bat for my Mutt and all of a sudden I wanted to worship him on my knees.
“Alright, I’ll come clean.” I turned to her, giving her a serious expression. “There’s an alien living up my butt called Al who makes me do weird shit sometimes.” I lunged at her, pinning her to the seat and tickling her sides.
“It’s not me, it’s the butt alien!” I cried, my fingers skimming her bra and her screams turned to gasps as my dick dug into her leg.
He was all moustache, I swear to fuck. It was the biggest ass tash I’d ever seen. His head was lacking in the hair department though so maybe he was making up for what he was missing on top. And maybe I didn’t give a fuck, so long as he took his moustache out of my momma’s house.
“Greg.” I rounded on him. “Fuck off. And keep your moustache away from my mother. If I find one prickly hair in this house from this day forward, I’ll hunt you down, rip that monstrosity off of your face and feed it to a starfish. The starfish won’t like it Greg, but so help me, it will eat every scrap because no one defies me in this town.”
I sure as hell wasn’t going to fuck it up a second time. And she was going to remember this for the rest of her damn life. I crushed my mouth to hers and she gasped, her back arching as I spread her out over the dryers like butter over bread and tangled my tongue with hers. My cock ground between her thighs, her skirt hitching up over her waist and I groaned as she rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against me.
I hadn't even seen his face yet and I knew he was the type who could destroy me. This one ate virgin souls for breakfast and feasted on a diet of sex and danger and I wanted to feast with him the next time he dined.
"Hello, beautiful," he growled, his voice deep and dark and even more painful than I would have thought possible. My lips popped open in surprise, my heart thrashing like mad and a soft whimper escaping me that I couldn't even interpret.
"What's the matter, beautiful? You lost something you were looking for?" I whirled around with my lips parting as I found Rick standing over me, his almost deep brown eyes devouring and dark presence consuming.
