Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)

Her whine is hard to hear, but I can almost feel it when it happens, like it vibrates through her body and into mine.

Knox is grinning his shit-eating grin, and I can tell he’s having as much fun as I am. He dips his head close to her ear, and I can’t make out what he says to her, but he punctuates it with a nip to her earlobe that makes her shudder hard.

Even Gage, who is usually the most serious of the four of us, is watching with heat in his eyes and not telling me to stop fucking around like he usually would. River’s his soft spot, and we all know it. Not that we can blame him because watching her try to hold it together while we tease her and work to make her fall apart is just hot to see. A person would have to have a heart of stone to not get turned on by the sight.

Over the top of River’s head, Knox and I make eye contact. He smirks and I nod, and that’s as good a signal as any. Together, we up the ante, working River up even more. I fuck her with my fingers as much as I can, pressing the heel of my hand into her clit. Judging from the way River’s breathing changes, Knox has at least one finger in her ass, and he’s making her feel just as good with it.

“Come on,” I tell her. “Come for us.”

Either the instruction or the touching or the combination of both is enough to make her obey almost instantly. She writhes from the pleasure, shaking in her seat, trying to keep it from being noticeable that she’s coming undone right then and there. A few moans and curses slip out though, and it’s a good show for the four of us.

It seems to go on forever, her orgasm crashing through her, but finally she’s able to stop writhing and catch her breath. Then she immediately tries to glare at us again. It has the same non-effect as before, and I just grin back at her, pulling my fingers free and licking them clean slowly.

Her cheeks are still so flushed, and she shakes her head. “Well, I can’t eat here now. Not after that.”

I chuckle and shrug. “We can get the food boxed up to go. Knox has ass-finger anyway, so he needs to wash up before he eats.”

“Fuck off,” Knox shoots back, giving me the bird with his free hand.

“I’m serious,” I tell him, half seriously. “That’s not very sanitary.”

River hisses, and I notice Knox hasn’t moved his hand yet, so that makes me think he just pushed his finger into her even deeper. I chuckle, my cock pulsing as I waggle my brows at River.

Kathy comes back a moment later, a bored expression on her face.

“How is the food tasting?” she asks, then blinks as she registers that we haven’t touched our meals at all. “Is everything okay?”

“Just fine,” Gage replies, using that practiced nonchalant tone. “But can we actually get everything to go?”

She shoots us another look, and it’s pretty clear she knows what just happened, or she has the gist of it, anyway. When she leaves to go get some to go boxes, I can’t help but laugh again.

I grab River’s jaw and turn her head to kiss her, not giving a single fuck what the waitress knows, or the rest of the diner, for that matter.

Let the whole fucking world know.

River is ours.

Ours to protect. Ours to worship.

Our fucking queen.





22





River





“River.”

There’s a warm, soft voice in my ear, and for a second, I think it’s a part of the dream I’m having. Whatever it was slips through my fingers when I try to hold on to it, and the voice says my name again.

I open my eyes and realize it’s Priest, shaking me slightly, waking me up from my nap. We had another long day of driving, and after getting tired of playing car games with Ash—considering he makes up half the rules and cheats most of the time—napping seemed like the best way to pass the time.

But now the car is stopped, and Priest has a hand on my shoulder.

“What’s up?” I mumble, trying to wake myself up.

“We’re here,” he says.

I rub my eyes and stretch a little, peering out the window to see where we are.

“Here” is a cabin in the woods, pretty rustic and remote. It’s not fancy, but it offers a good view of the highway that passes by in the distance. We made it to the Ouachita Mountains.

We get out of the car, and I stretch gratefully. Even with more room for this leg of the drive, being in one spot for so long isn’t the most comfortable. It was just me, Priest, and Knox in this car, while Gage and Ash were in the other one.

We picked up a second car for a few grand in cash a few hours ago in a small town we passed through. Like the cabin, it’s nothing fancy. But it’s big and it’s got good pickup, and that’s what we need.

I stretch my legs, looking around at the remote mountainous area we’re in. It’s quieter than the city, that’s for sure, and all the sounds are animals in the trees and insects humming. There probably aren’t other people around for miles, and after the long drive, it’s a nice change of pace.

“Let’s get this stuff unpacked and set up before we lose the light,” Gage says, and we all spring into action, unloading the car.

We start bringing our bags into the cabin, and Knox takes the bag of surveillance stuff and starts setting that up. It’s not super sophisticated, just a scope on a tripod pretty much. With the vantage point of our cabin, we can get a good view of the highway we think the runner will be coming down. So we’ll stake out this spot, and then when we see him, we’ll be ready to spring into action. Since we made good time on the drive, we should have plenty of time for our plan to go off without a hitch. Hopefully.

“I’ll get dinner on,” Ash says, and he heads into the kitchen to start unloading the groceries we bought on the way up. Pretty soon we can all hear him humming as he chops veggies and starts onions and garlic sautéing in a pan.

The smell of that chases out the lingering scent of dust and disuse that was hovering in the air, and Gage and Priest get to going through all the equipment we brought with us, getting things ready.

I move between all of them, trying to help where I can and checking in with them.

Ash grins at me whenever I come into the kitchen, and he holds out a spoon of red sauce for me to taste.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Mm, it’s good. Needs a little more salt though,” I tell him, licking my lips.

He licks a bit of sauce off the spoon thoughtfully, then nods. “Good call. Thanks, killer.”

“River, can you come hold this for a second?” Gage calls, and Ash shoos me out to go help them set up all of our shit.

After a little while, Ash calls us to the kitchen for dinner, and we all gather to eat. Someone has to stay on the scope at all times, so we plan to take turns with that. Knox says he’ll take the first watch, between big mouthfuls of the pasta Ash made.

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