Brooklyn dropped her head once more, licking the precum away with a throaty moan before sliding her lips over the tip and sucking on my piercing.
I opened my mouth, meaning to ask what she was doing, but as she took the entire length of my cock into her mouth and moaned even louder, it became all too fucking clear anyway.
The force of Jack’s thrusts were damn near knocking me off of the roof, and I gave up on trying to do or say anything other than focusing on the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my cock and enjoying the way his thrusts drove her down onto me even further every time.
Brooklyn’s moans got louder and louder, and suddenly she was clamping her lips down around my dick so tight that the vibrations rolling out from her throat had me coming hot and fast between her pretty lips.
She swallowed me down, moaning louder, her nails, making my thighs bleed as Jack fucked her through her orgasm before coming with a roar loud enough to move mountains which made her entire body spasm with pleasure.
We all fell in a sweaty, panting heap on the roof of the bar and I tugged our little psycho into my arms as I trembled in the wake of my release.
“You’re officially in, fuck the probation,” I grunted to Jack, not bothering to look at him and just staring up at the endless sky above as I held Brooklyn tight in my arms. “Anyone who can protect her and make her come like that makes the cut. I’ll work on not killin ya myself every time the urge strikes, but if she wants ya, you’re in.”
Brooklyn’s hand found mine, her fingers tangling with mine and lifting Jack’s from her other side so that his were mixed in too and squeezing tight. “I want him.”
“Then it’s done,” I agreed. And just like that, my entire world shifted into something brand spanking new.
I sobbed uncontrollably into my pillow then crawled to the edge of the bed and grabbed the crusty loaf of unsliced bread I had there, leaning up to take a big bite out of it and swallowing it down as it muffled my sobs.
“Spider? What the hell is going on?” Niall called from the doorway of his room and I flipped over, glaring out at him, spotting Jack and Mateo at his back.
“What do you think is going on, Hellfire?” I snarled.
“I don’t fuckin’ know. Yer eating bread and wailing like a banshee,” he said, confounded.
“It’s my bed bread, Niall,” I snapped. “God, you’re so stupid sometimes.” I hurled the loaf at him and it smacked against his chest before slapping onto the floor.
I looked at it with a whimper, realising I’d just ruined my nice bread, and it had been the only thing making anything better. I sat up, grabbing the bedside lamp and hurling it at all of them with a scream. It smashed against the doorway as the three of them ducked for cover and Brutus barked somewhere beyond them.
“Mi sol,” Mateo’s gruff voice carried to me as I flipped over and buried my face in the pillow again. My tummy was ouchie and I was on my second foof stick of the morning, but that had nothing to do with anything. “Is it your time of the month?”
I screamed at the accusation, flying out of bed and grabbing the nearest thing to me, my hand closing around a heavy book on Niall’s nightstand called Forget-Me-Not Bombshell. And it seemed like the perfect weapon in that moment, because they were not going to forget this. I hurled it with all my might and Mateo cursed as it struck his head.
Jack barged past him, striding towards me with a stern look on his face and I slapped at his hands as he tried to grab me.
“Rook,” he growled in warning, but I kept slapping, smacking all his big muscles and his stupid lovely face too.
“The fact that I’m on my period has nothing to do with anything!” I cried.
“Then why are ya upset?” Niall demanded as he and Mateo walked up beside Jack and gazed down at me in concern.
“Because, Niall, I was just innocently scrolling your phone on the Tok-Tik app and I found out something terrible. Something I can never, ever recover from.” I whimpered again as I remembered it, and tears ran down my cheeks.
“Come on, love, it can’t be that bad,” Niall reasoned and a snarl peeled back my lips at his dismissal.
“Maybe it is that bad,” Mateo said quickly, elbowing Niall hard in the ribs.
“Yeah, Niall,” I hissed, shoving him in the chest and he shoved me right back. Then we fell into a shoving war where I pushed his chest and he knocked me away, but I kept coming back, shoving and kicking his shins too. He cursed, grabbed hold of me and flipped me off my feet, throwing me onto the bed.
“Now I’m warning ya.” He pointed down at me as I did a ninja move to get onto my knees and bared my teeth at him. “You need to be a good, Spider, or you won’t get any Pops today. How about that?”
“Explain,” Jack cut in, stepping to his side and Niall shot a surprised look at him.
“Bringing out the two syllable words today, eh big fella?” he asked loudly and slowly. “Clever boy.” He patted his head and Jack gave him a cool look before turning his attention back to me.
I sniffed, looking at AJ then to Mateo as they all surrounded the bed, penning me in. I wiped my tears away on the back of my hand as I composed myself. “If a female ferret goes into heat and she doesn’t mate, she’ll die,” I choked out and they all shared a look before turning their gazes back to me.
“What’s that now, love?” Niall asked, a frown pinching his brow.
“Female ferrets!” I shrieked, leaping off the bed and grabbing hold of the curtains, tearing them down from the window. I balled them up in my fists, shoving the window open and throwing them out. Then I grabbed everything I could around me, hurling it out after the curtains into the rain which was beating steadily down outside. I ripped open Niall’s nightstand next, carrying the whole top drawer to the window just as he collided with me from behind, trying to wrestle it from my grasp.
“No,” I said through my teeth. “It’s mine. Let go!”
“That’s my stuff, you little hellion,” he growled and I looked down at all the things he had in there, from a fancy little knife called Stanley to a shiny broach that had King of the Cuckoos etched into it, a squid pen, a potato, and a small stuffed owl toy.
I released the drawer with one hand, throwing the heel of my palm into his nose and he reared back with swear words falling from his lips. Then I hurled everything out the window, tiny owl and all and Niall lurched forward to try and catch him, his inked hand closing on nothing.
“Owliver!” he yelled as the toy hit the muddy ground.
Mateo wrapped an arm around me, drawing me back against his chest. “This must be about more than some ferret, chica loca.”
“You don’t even care,” I lamented, biting his wrist until he let me go, then I sprang across the bed, ducked under Jack’s huge arm as he tried to grab me and ran out into the hall.
I sprinted downstairs with a sob tearing from my throat as I remembered the fluffy little ferret’s face in the video as the handler man at the zoo had explained about their terrible fate. For him to know that fact, there must have been a lady ferret out there who’d been all horny and needy, and no mate had come for her. Or maybe he’d been trapped somewhere, desperate to reach her, but he couldn’t get out and he knew, he knew in his little ferret soul that his mate would die if he didn’t make it to her. And then he’d probably died too from the heartbreak.
I threw the front door open, running out into the rain, only wearing a pair of big black granny panties and a glittery crop shirt which had a partying weasel on it. And weasels were really just less fancy ferrets. Noooo.