“Bull,” She whines, staring right at me. Quickening my thumb I rub harder and faster, watching her brows furrow and body tense up.

  “That’s it baby, come for me. Come all over Grim’s fuckin’ cock.”

  “Oh my fucking God!” She screams out, biting her bottom lip until I’m pretty sure she’s close to bleeding. I snicker at the sounds of Grim pounding into a damn slip n’ slide. Her essence coats his cock, squirting out of that beautiful hole of hers.

  Grim pulls his cock free, still hard as a rock and shares a look with me. “How about you get her on the ground and fuck that needy mouth of hers like it’s her cunt?” I suggest.

  Within a moment she’s on the ground with her breasts against the snow. “Bet that feels real nice on those tits of yours, doesn’t it, darlin’?” I ask, slamming my cock into her pussy. Fuck, I love ramming myself into her from behind. Her walls are tighter than any bitch I’ve ever been with before, constricting me like a fuckin’ snake does to its prey. Fuck, I’ll be her prey. She can squeeze all my seed out of this cock of mine.

  A muffled moan greets me so I glance up to see Grim holding her by the back of her head, ramming himself into her mouth. Gagging sounds are met with moans of pleasure from the three of us. I slide my hand around to her clit, playing with the sensitive little bud until she’s gushing her essence all over my cock and even after I come I don’t let her fucking move. I keep her pinned down until she’s about soaked my entire fucking body. Grim’s already come twice in her mouth and she still sucks it like a lollipop.

  Fuck, if this is what she wants every now and then I won’t complain. I love seeing her like this— like a needy little slut who needs to be fucked.

  23

  I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

  ~unknown

  Bull

  “Anyone seen Bull lately?” Zane’s voice calls from the other side of the window. That’s my cue to go inside and see what the hell is going on. Grim and I just finished giving Alexa one hell of a night.

  “Can you drive her back to the house? Something tells me I’m gonna be here a bit. Axel and Zorro are already back there so you can leave once she’s in the house.”

  “You got it. C’mon, Lex.” Grim says. She looks at me for a moment but then goes along with him.

  I walk around the side of the house after I verify my junk isn’t hanging out, head up the stairs and go back into the house. “You need me?” I call over to Zane who immediately nods.

  “Yeah, come with me.” Zane heads up the stairs and we go into Ashley’s old bedroom. It’s probably the only place in here that isn’t packed with bodies at the current moment.

  “Do you know who Alexa is?” His question doesn’t make sense.

  “A woman who was held captive by the Bears. What else do I need to know?” I say.

  “Bull, shit . . .” Zane goes quiet for a moment before he just spits it out. “Alexa is Harry’s half-sister. Alexa isn’t even her legal name. Alexa is what she had it changed to. Lola is her name, brother. Her parents are fucking serial killers. Her father works for the Bears and she was abducted because of him.”

  I laugh. This shit is fucking hysterical. “Good one Zane, but really tell me why you wanted to chat.”

  Zane stares at me blankly, “Bull, I’m being serious. Everything I’ve just said is the cold hard truth.”

  “How the fuck do you know this?”

  “Reed called because Elena’s friend Kristie was worried about her. She called in a favor for us to check in on a woman named Alexa. Gave us some identifying information and there’s no way this could be another Alexa in the same fucking circumstances. I spoke to Elena and Kristie directly. This is her. She turned her parents in and her mom got arrested but her father was in the wind for a long time until he wasn’t. He finally got put in prison but escaped. Rumor has it he went back to working for Grizzly and then went AWOL. That’s why Grizzly took Alexa. I guess Grizzly assumed he’d do anything for his daughter, when in reality he’d rather have her rot for betraying him.”

  “Motherfucker. I didn’t have a clue.”

  “Yeah, this wasn’t high on my possibilities list either. Here’s the cherry on top of the pie, though.”

  “This has got to be good,” I mutter sarcastically.

  “Her father told everyone in prison that whenever he was in the position to track down his daughter and deliver karma he would. He made it apparent his one life goal is to murder her for turning her back on her family.”

  “Shit. Just when we thought Grizzly was enough of a problem.” I say.

  “Yeah, add it to the list of problems. Amanda called me five times today until I caved that Alexa was with us. I told her we don’t know where Grizzly is but I doubt she believes a fucking word I’m sayin’.”

  I chuckle at that. We did go behind her back, so I don’t blame her for not believing him. “Grizzly’s just layin’ low until he thinks it’s safe again. We’ll get him one way or another.”

  “She say anything to you about her family?”

  I shake my head, “No, we haven’t really talked like that. Honestly, she avoids the subject.”

  “Hmm . . . you think she’s two timing us?” Zane asks, catching me off guard.

  “No, not at all. Why would you ask that? What would be her advantage in all of it? If what you’re saying is true she changed her name for a reason, most likely in the hopes of escaping her family and past.”

  “It’s true. Reed is a trusted ally. He and Elena wouldn’t have reached out if there was even the smallest possibility all of this was bullshit.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Is there anything else I need to know?” I ask.

  He shakes his head, “No, not yet. Be on your guard for Agent Williams. I have a feeling she’s the type of woman who doesn’t give up easily.”

  “So, she’s a pain in our asses.”

  “Essentially,” Zane laughs.

  “You want me to dig for information about her family? She’s my ol’ lady now . . . so.”

  “No, it isn’t necessary. But do me a favor and keep your eyes and ears open. We have an advantage because Reed called. I highly doubt her father knows we’ll be expecting him. Reed told me he suspects this bastard is responsible for a few of the Reapers and older Skulls deaths. I can’t say I disagree. Remember how two of them went missing up here about ten years back?”

  I nod, “I heard the stories, yeah.”

  “Fuck, and to think those deaths could’ve cost us a great ally. We’re just lucky Dad was able to sort it all out.” Zane goes on to say, running his hand over his chin. I heard rumors when I came how the Skulls and Reapers almost went to war. I wasn’t around so I never dug into it too much.

  “You ever think we’ll finally have any peace and quiet? People coming after us is getting a bit exhausting.”

  “Sure, when we’re dead.”

  I chuckle at Zane’s remark. “You need anything else or am I good?”

  “Nah, you’re good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Alexa seems nice, for the split second I saw her.”

  “Yeah, she’s a real sweetheart.” I say, smiling as I walk out of Ashley’s old room.

  I say my goodbyes, exit the house and get in the truck relatively quickly. The only place I want to be right now is next to Alexa with my arms wrapped around her, knowing she’s in the safest place she can possibly be— my arms.

  It takes me about ten minutes before I’m back at her house. I kick off my shoes and head straight into the bedroom. Her platinum blonde hair is sprawled across her pillow and for the first time ever when I get into bed there isn’t a pillow placed between our bodies. Turning on my side I wrap my arm around her and place my nose right against the back of her hair breathing in the calming smell of cinnamon and vanilla.

  As always there is a war headed our way, but we have the upper hand here. God help the motherfucker when he tries ‘cause I’ll strike him down like I’m a fuckin’ Spartan.

  24

  My response to every situation is “it’s all good”, because even if it’s not, ima’ make sure it will be.

  ~@HerGrowthHerGame

  Alexa/Lola

  I wake up to an empty bed but can obviously tell Bull had been there from the messy way the covers are jumbled up beside me. Stretching my limbs I lay here for a minute or two staring at my ceiling before sitting up and turning my neck from side to side. Every morning I have to crack it a good couple of times to get me started for the day. That and my coffee fix set me up for a day of solitude and happiness.

  I hop off the side of my bed and grab the sheets, tucking them back to where they once were. My biggest pet peeve is a messy room and the worst part is an unmade bed. I’m a bit of a clean freak to be honest. After I finish making the bed I put on a bra since I’m now living with three men. Before I never had to worry about this. I was one of those free the tatas ladies, until three overbearing men became my roommates. Now I’m a cover the tatas up kinda chick. Not everyone on the planet needs to see my goods.

  I walk out of the bedroom and go into the living room, stopping as I reach the walkway into the kitchen. Bull is standing there humming away as he swirls his spoon in one of my coffee mugs. He’s shirtless in nothing but gray sweatpants and all I can think about is how much I love sweatpants season.

  His back crevasses from his muscular shoulders calling my attention to them so much that I can’t help but think what it would feel like to have my nails digging into his skin. His arms are just as bulky, if not more defined. I’ve never seen the man go to the gym so I wonder how he manages to stay this fit all the time, but I also don’t ever see him eating or drinking crap. The only time he’s ever eaten something somewhat unhealthy was when he dug into a cheeseburger at the motel. They were cold as shit but he could care less.

  “You might think you’re as quiet as a mouse but let me be the first to tell you how obnoxiously loud your footsteps are. You’d think I’m livin’ with a damn snow monster.”

  I gasp at what he says, trying not to laugh because it’ll only encourage him to continue. “I must be a whole lot better than the way you snore. You could wake the dead you know.”

  He chuckles lowly, turning to face me as he brings the coffee cup to his lips. After taking a sip I watch him grab another mug from my display and pour me a cup, adding two shots of vanilla sugar free syrup and a dash of almond milk. Just the way I like it. He swirls the spoon inside and as I get closer extends the mug out to me.

  Bringing the cup to my lips I take a sip, “You know, you could make a career change and become a barista.”

  “Yeah, that’s as likely as me changing my name to Buttercup.”

  “If you were a pony it’d be cute.” I say smirking behind my mug.

  “There’s only one part of me that’s close to a horse, darlin’.” Oh, we don’t have to put two and two together to figure out what he’s saying.

  I about choke on my coffee and decide to set it down on the kitchen counter beside us. “You’re one arrogant asshole, but I do like it from time to time.”

  “Stop fuckin’ around with me, Lola. You like it all the time.” Bull might not have noticed his slip up, but I sure as hell have. He didn’t call me Alexa. He called me Lola. Now how in the fuck does he know my name?

  I take a step backward, not entirely sure what to think about the knowledge he has. If he knows my name, he must know everything else about me too. Fuck. How did he even find out? For a split second I think Amanda could’ve said something . . . but she wouldn’t have access to that information. It’s under lock and key with the FBI. She’s ATF. She wouldn’t have been able to access it.

  “W-what did you s-say?” I ask, thinking for a moment I might have had a hallucination. Maybe he said something else and I thought he said my name.

  “You heard me. Now I think the two of us should have a little chat since you haven’t exactly been honest with me. Come on, let’s take a seat.” Bull walks over to the small farmhouse table I have sitting in between the living room and kitchen, planting his ass on the bench and stares at me.

  But he just rubbed me the wrong way. Something about his tone leads me to believe he’s pissed. How in the world does he have the right to be upset with me? I was in witness protection. It’s not like I fled from a crazy ex, changed my name in a botched way and lied to him about the last thirty years of my life.

  Sucking in a deep breath I take my coffee off the counter and sit beside him. I’ll need the caffeine to keep focused and help me get through this conversation. “Apparently you know everything, so why don’t you tell me?” I whisper in an annoyed tone.

  Bull waves his finger from side to side reminding me of how a parent berates a child. “Nu-uh. We’re not playing this fucking game. I know what I’ve been told and I’d appreciate it if you could give me your side of the story.”

  I can’t help but roll my eyes at his sudden imbecile attitude. As much as I don’t want to admit it, I suppose he is right in a way. Whatever he knows might not be accurate, so I should spill everything. I just don’t want to. I don’t want to have to relive everything I went through as a child or feel the shame for actions that weren’t my own. I have so many regrets from back then and I doubt they’ll ever go away. Even years’ worth of therapy will never make me feel one hundred percent better because I chose not to act as a child, not until it was too late. If I had told the authorities sooner maybe lives could’ve been saved. That is the biggest regret I will ever have.

  “Well, you know my name is Lola so I’m pretty certain you know who my biological father is.” I say biological father because it makes me feel better. He was never there for me in the way a true father should have been. It’s a term I use to distance myself from that man. No, scratch that. The monster.

  “Fynn Müller,” Bull responds and I give him a nod.

  “That would be the beast. I’m sure you know of him. Who doesn’t after all? He’s pretty fucking famous for he and my biological mother’s extra-curricular activities.” My therapist always told me it wasn’t healthy for me to make light of the situation, of what they did to those people, but understood I needed to do things to cope with the shitshow that was my childhood.

  Bull leans against the table so his mid-back is pressing into it, remaining quiet as I debate on whether or not to remain quiet.

  “I turned my parents in when I was a teenager. I don’t know what changed for me but I couldn’t keep acting like I wasn’t seeing what was happening. Maybe it was out of fear, or maybe it’s because I wanted to help prevent others from suffering the same fate those did who came before them. I’m not sure. So, one day I contacted the authorities and my life started to feel like a movie. I was put into witness protection, placed in a foster home in Utah and stayed under the radar. But when I had to come back to Montana for their trials it almost killed me. I’ve never felt so afraid in my life. Facing both of them and having them know it was me who turned them in . . . it made me fear if they ever got out. After the trial I lived a happy life in Utah . . . and discovered quite a bit about myself. Ultimately, after a few years of intense work in school I ended up getting a job with the FBI as a psychological profiler. Given the type of people who raised me, I was in tune to the type of people who do this. Growing up the way I did made me want to lock these animals in cages where they belong.”

  Bull cocks a brow, “You work for the FBI?”

  “Uh, not at the moment. I’m on a leave of absence of sorts. My work was getting to my head and mentally it was just too much. I may decide to go back but I haven’t made up my mind yet. Luckily my job allows me to work from remote locations as long as I’m on a secured server and network. They give me the facts and I analyze the data.”

  “What is it with the smartest women working for the government? I swear, y’all are a magnet to us.”

  I smile at his sweet compliment and continue speaking, “It wasn’t my intention to hide anything from you, however this isn’t something I openly discuss. For so many years I was terrified and lived in the type of fear people can’t ever come close to imagining. Lola was a petrified little girl. Alexa was the name I took when I decided not to be scared anymore.”

  “Sorry if I seemed pissed, I just don’t like secrets. You and I . . . we can’t have any secrets, little lamb. Not if we’re going to make this work between us. I’ll have you know I’m not the type who gives up.”

  “Okay. I’ll be honest with you about everything from now on.” I admit.

  For the first time this morning he gives me a slight smirk, “Good. Whether it’s about your past or your . . . kinky fetishes. We both need to be open with the other. I promise I’ll do the same as well.”

  “Thank you for last night. I was so lost because I’d never done anything like that before but . . . it was sexy as hell.”

  “Did you like it?” Bull asks, putting his hand over mine.

  “Yes, I did. I loved it, actually.”

  “Alright, then we’ll make sure to do it again sometime.”

  “With Grim?” I question.

  “Nah, it doesn’t have to be Grim unless you want it to.” Bull is opening up an entirely different world to me. My core is burning with excitement as I think about the sexual adventures he’ll take me on, letting me act out my darkest temptations.

  I’m starting to realize Bull must’ve liked what happened last night. “You enjoyed it too, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah. I didn’t want to like it, but I did.”

  “Do you have an idea of who you want it to be next time?” I ask him. He looks as if he’s contemplating an answer for a minute or so, then answers.

  “We have plenty to choose from. When the time is right I think we’ll know.”