Smoke Bomb (Smoke Series Book 3)

TRINITY

Another week passed with my feeding the guys breakfast, them leaving for work during the day, and then them returning for dinner most nights. At least up until last night.

There had been a fight on pay-per-view, and the house had filled up. After making the appetizers Gage had requested, I escaped to the room I’d been given and locked myself in for the evening. However, on my escape, I noticed Ray-Ray sitting on Huck’s lap the way I had at last week’s party. Seeing her was enough to keep me hidden away.

I fell asleep around ten last night, and the party was still going downstairs. It had been loud and only gotten louder.

There was a knock, and then a note slid under my door this morning. After opening my eyes and squinting against the morning sun pouring through the blinds, I noticed it on the floor.

Business to handle. We’re gone. Not sure how long. Most likely until tomorrow.

—Gage

I was thankful I wouldn’t have to look at Huck this morning or today. Simply because I was jealous. Admitting it didn’t help, but at least I was honest with myself. Gage had said Huck liked fat asses, but apparently, not my kind of fat ass. Mine had dimples, and it probably wouldn’t hurt if I did squats daily. Not that I was going to start that crap.

There was no reason to cook breakfast today, and I had no idea what I was going to do after I cleaned. There was probably more of a mess than usual after the party that had gone on so late last night. If I finished in time and had nothing to do, I could make use of the pool. There were five bikinis in that box that Gage had brought me. None fit me properly, but since I was here alone, I could wear one.

Deciding that was my plan, I did my morning routine upstairs, then headed downstairs to find a complete mess. Plates with half-eaten food, empty beer bottles, a broken glass, several used condoms, some dip smeared into the rug. I was only in the living room. If the other rooms down here were this bad, then I was going to be busy for hours. The pool might be an evening event.

Getting to work, I filled five big trash bags before I could even start anything else. Someone had thrown up in the bathroom beside the living room, and it was on the walls and floor. Three used condoms were on the bathroom floor, and I sincerely hoped those had been used before someone spewed vomit in here.

Seven hours and thirty-eight minutes later, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sighed. The house was back in order and smelled like the citrus cleaning solution I’d used, and even the rug cleaner I had found made the rug look new. I deserved pool time after that. Maybe even a cocktail.

After putting on a red bikini that went straight up my ass with no coverage at all, I went back down to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I took my time making avocado toast before taking it and a bottle of water outside. I’d make myself a cocktail later.

The late afternoon sun was bright, so I sat down in a lounge chair that had a table beside it with an umbrella for some shade. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d lain by a pool or gotten in a pool. The temperature had to be in the nineties. I couldn’t wait to sink into the pretty blue water. It was calling to me.

After finishing my meal, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun until I couldn’t take the heat any longer. I swam a few laps, then lay back out again, wishing I had a good book to read. Closing my eyes, I must have drifted to sleep because the next thing I heard was the slamming of a door.

I sat up, startled by the sound, and swung my gaze toward the house. Huck was stalking toward me. Although he had on sunglasses, I could tell by the set of his mouth and the veins in his neck that he was angry. Maybe I wasn’t allowed to relax or swim. Gage could have mentioned that in his note. Also that they COULD be home today. He’d made it sound like they wouldn’t be.

“Where the fuck is your towel?” he growled as he approached me.

“I don’t have one,” I replied. “Am I not supposed to be out here? It took most of the day to clean the house. You weren’t here, so I was just going to enjoy the sun a little after I finished cleaning.”

Huck inhaled sharply through his nose. “Do you at least have a cover-up? Clothes? Something other than the tiny pieces of fabric on your body?”

I shook my head. “I thought I’d be alone all day,” I said, getting angry.

“Fuck,” he said, reaching down to grab my arm and pulling me up.

I glared up at him. “Stop jerking me around by my arm! You’re going to pull it out of the socket with the way you manhandle me. Just ask me to get up, and I will.” I was almost shouting. That wasn’t my smartest move, but I was mad at him for more than just this.

Seeing him with his wide chest and thick, corded arms on display just made it worse. I hated that I was attracted to him. He was an asshole. Not to mention, I’d had to pick up more than two dozen used condoms and wonder how many had been his.

“Stop bitching,” he replied.

I shoved his chest, which did nothing. I might as well have shoved a brick wall. “Leave me alone. I’ll go get dressed and start cooking dinner. No need to act like an ass,” I told him.

He didn’t release my arm. Instead, he hauled me up against his body. The warmth radiating off him made every square inch of me feel as if it had been zapped by an electric current. My body was a traitor. I tried to pull away, and his other hand pressed against my back, keeping me against him.

“What are you doing?” I scowled, wishing he’d let me go.

He smelled too good. It was unfair.

“Blocking their view.” His reply was a deep rumble in his chest.

“Of what?” I asked, annoyed.

“You.”

“Why is that?”

His hand pressed me harder against him, and it was then that I felt his erection. My eyes widened in shock, and I tilted my head back to look at him.

Why was he hard? It couldn’t be because of me. We both knew I did nothing for him but piss him off.

“Because they’re men and you’re basically naked.”

His deep voice made me shiver. Or maybe it was the size of his erection that was causing that reaction.

“I’m in a bikini,” I tried to argue, but my voice sounded breathless. “Ray-Ray runs around the shop dressed in less than this.” That was an exaggeration, but seeing her in his lap last night had stung. I knew what he did when I sat in his lap, and thinking about him doing that to her had made me feel things I didn’t need to be feeling.

“I don’t give a fuck what Ray-Ray wears,” he whispered.

Huck’s hand slid down to my butt, and he grabbed a handful of my bare bottom. The bikini had a small strip of fabric that might have covered the crack if I had a smaller rear end. He made a low sound in his chest as he began to knead my fat with his hand. I closed my eyes, I hated that this was turning me on because it was embarrassing.

I didn’t want him reminded of my dimply bottom, and that was the only way I could find the will to try and move away from him. His hold, however, didn’t budge.

“Stop,” I begged.

“Touching your ass?”

I nodded.

“You of all people should know if you go around showing your bare ass, a man is gonna touch it.” His tone was condescending. It was like ice water being dumped over my head.

I pushed harder against his chest. He chuckled at my attempts, as if they were amusing.

Breathing hard, I glared up at him. “I thought I was alone. If you’ll let me go, I can go get dressed,” I hissed at him.

He took that moment to move his other hand to my butt and then slipped a finger under the strip of fabric that was currently between my butt cheeks and pulled it out. I closed my eyes, wanting this humiliation to end. Both his hands were now squeezing my bottom, and he groaned.

My eyes snapped back up to look at him. Why was he groaning? That sounded an awful lot like he was enjoying himself. My nipples were suddenly so hard that they ached. He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. Which was so not the case.

“Legs around my waist,” he told me, and I didn’t argue.

The pulsing between my legs wanted that very much. Something about him being able to pick me up so easily while he palmed my bottom was incredibly sexy.

He started walking then, and the movement made my sensitive clit rub against the hardness beneath his jeans. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from making a noise that would embarrass me. I would ask where we were going since it wasn’t toward the house, but I was afraid I’d moan instead.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he looked down, and his hands gripped me tighter.

I glanced down to see what he was looking at and realized my nipples had popped free of the bikini top. My entire body felt like a live wire.

“Pull them free,” he ordered me.

I swallowed, unsure of what we were talking about. “What?” I asked.

“Your fucking tits, Trinity. I want them both bare.”

Oh. I looked back down at them and slowly lifted my hands up to do as I had been told. When they were no longer covered by any fabric, I glanced back up at him. He opened a door behind me then, and we walked into a dark room. This wasn’t the house, and I had no idea where we were, but at the moment, I couldn’t care less.

Huck lowered me to my feet, then turned and pressed me against the wall before his mouth went to my neck. His tongue flicked out and licked at my flesh before he made his way down past my collarbone, then onto the tops of my breasts. Both of his large hands cupped my boobs, and he brought my left nipple to his lips. He made a sound that reminded me of a snarl before he bit down on it.

I cried out at the sharp pain, although my vagina clenched with pleasure. Huck continued to suck and bite on my breasts, moving from one to the other. I could see marks left from his teeth on my pale skin, and it only made the ache between my legs worse. I was getting so desperate for attention in that area that I was close to touching myself so I could orgasm. I needed relief. I didn’t trust him not to leave me without finishing what he had started.

When he began licking at my nipple as if it were a lollipop, I gave in and slipped a hand inside my bottoms. The moment my finger found my wet clit, I moaned, arching my back and pressing my nipple further into his mouth. Huck stopped. I wanted to scream.

My eyes snapped open, and I realized it was about to happen again. He was going to leave me wanting. Walk away with no backward glance. I might kill him this time.

His hands grabbed my bottoms and yanked them down my legs as his gaze locked on my hand buried between my thighs. He reached up and took his sunglasses off, tossing them aside.

“Don’t let me stop you.” His voice was steady.

He was going to watch me and not touch me. The image of that only turned me on more. Fine, if he wanted to watch, it was better than him walking away. I began to move my finger again, sliding it in and out, enjoying the pressure on my aroused clit. I could hear my own juices as I brought myself closer to a climax. I might be a virgin, but I’d been masturbating for years. This was something I could do.

My body began to shake as I drew closer. With my eyes closed and my head thrown back against the wall, I prepared to feel the sweet pleasure rush over me. My hand was suddenly pulled away, and my eyes opened as I cried out. I had been so close.

Huck took my hand and began to suck on my fingers. Oh God, that was something I never wanted to forget.

“Fucking honey,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

He held my hand in his mouth and sucked some more while moving his other hand between my legs. I held my breath, watching him, until his fingers slid over my needy spot before he shoved one of his thick fingers inside me. I screamed his name, and he let my fingers pop out of his mouth.

I began to ride his hand. The last time this had happened, he’d left me wanting and humiliated.

This time, I was so desperate for release that I would finish myself off if I had to and deal with his rejection later. The build was more intense than it had ever been, and I grabbed his shoulders as I felt a tremor run through me. He was hitting something inside me that I’d never touched before. I knew I was close, and suddenly, the power of it began to scare me just before I felt an explosion that made my entire body convulse. The wetness that gushed from between my thighs should have been a concern, but the nirvana my body was currently in as it shook uncontrollably made everything else fade away.

I heard myself crying out Huck’s name, but it sounded like it was far off. I held on to his shoulders, and my knees buckled beneath me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist and held me up as more tremors racked through me, bringing even more pleasure as I moaned.

When I finally came back down from the world’s best orgasm, I remembered the gush between my legs, and I tensed. Oh dear God, had I peed on him? My eyes widened in horror, and I stared at him, expecting to see a similar expression.

He didn’t look disgusted or horrified. Instead, he was watching me with a feral-looking expression. I was still gasping for air. Dropping my eyes to between my legs, I saw the wetness running down my legs and some on the floor. That wasn’t normal.

I covered my mouth. “Oh God! What did I do?” I asked, although my words were muffled by my hand.

“You’ve never done that before?” Huck’s deep voice sounded surprised.

I couldn’t look at him. I shook my head.

“Not even during sex?” he asked.

I’d never had sex, but, no, that would have been traumatizing if I had. I doubted I’d ever let a man touch me again, for fear of doing it.

“God, no!” I said, panicked.

Huck ran his hand up my leg, and I winced as he touched the wetness. How was he not grossed out right now? This had gone from the best moment in my life to the worst. Okay, not the worst, but still humiliating.

“I’m sorry,” I told him.

“Trinity”—he said my name in a way that made my eyes snap up to meet his—“you’re a fucking squirter.”

If I could cry, I would. “What does that mean?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer. If it meant you peed during sex, then I was going to die a virgin.

He ran his hand up my thigh with that same savage look in his eyes. “It means, if I ever stick my dick in you, I might never be able to stop,” he said slowly. Then, he jerked his hand away from me like I was diseased before standing up. “Jesus Christ,” he growled, then stalked away from me.

“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what that means, but I swear it’s never happened before. I’m sorry,” I told him. But then no man had ever made me orgasm before.

He spun around and looked at me. “You’re sorry?” he asked me. “Because you can fucking ejaculate? That I’m gonna think about you squirting on my dick all the damn time? Yeah, well, me too, baby. Me too,” he said, then headed for the door.

“Wait, I don’t know where you brought me. Don’t leave me here,” I begged, bending down to get my bottoms.

“Walk straight once you exit. The house is up ahead. We didn’t go far,” he replied, then swung the door open and stormed out as if he couldn’t get away from me fast enough.

Did he mean ejaculate, like a man? Ewww.

I covered my face and sank down to the floor. Wrapping my arms around my legs, I began to rock. I couldn’t stop it. I wasn’t strong enough to fight it off.