Take It On The Run

Chapter 52

POV: Reed

"Shit." I dragged a shaking hand through my floppy locks. "That was so fucking reckless, guys."

We'd cleaned Sloan up as best we could under the circumstances, but there was still a pretty good chance Liam Murphy would notice that every orifice of his fiancée's body had just been thoroughly fucked.

Guilt hollowed out my chest, carving a deep bloody hole. 

My trauma doctor senses had been tingling from the beginning of the too-brief encounter. I knew Sloan wasn't a victim of domestic violence, but her behavior...well, it definitely set off alarm bells. She'd seemed like a shell of her usual playful, sarcastic self, and it shook me to my very core.

That wasn't the only thing that frightened me either. Someone had shone a dim light onto her, revealing that she'd lost weight in the five short days she'd been in that bastard's care. Seeing her fully blonde again and dressed like a mob wife had also shocked me quite a bit. She appeared nothing like the woman I knew and loved. Somehow she managed to look like a million bucks and hollow at the same time.

It was clear that she was under some form of duress, and what had we done? We fucking gang-banged her.

I loved Sloan to death, and I would never regret showing her how I felt on a physical level. But tonight had been completely reckless.

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

"We took advantage of her," I continued, feeling absolutely wretched.

Avery replied gently, "It was her choice, Reed. It's what she wanted and needed from us. We were in no position to deny her."

"It was still risky as hell," I argued.

Deacon barked, "What's done is done, Reed. None of us said no, and if memory serves, you initiated all of it in the first place."

I opened my mouth to argue again and promptly shut it because he was right. I had started it.

He continued, "All we can do now is make better choices in the future."

"We keep saying that, but we keep making the same bad choices." I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do y'all really think he isn't going to notice that her cheeks are flushed?"

Sloan's cheeks were always stained bright pink after she came. Then there was all the cum. My balls were already tightening at the memory of emptying into her narrow throat. The three of us had spilled and spilled and spilled inside her tight, wet warmth...

I knew my seed wouldn't be a problem since she'd swallowed it in that eager way that drove me crazy, but more of Deacon and Avery would leak from her pussy and ass soon. She'd worn panties for once, but the lace thong wasn't absorbent enough to hide the slick evidence of our lovemaking.

D held up a finger, silencing further conversation. "Kelly escorted her back to the stage. She's with Murphy. Coast is clear."

"What if he figures it out?" I asked.

The thing that unsettled me most was that we would have no way of knowing what consequences befell Sloan for our careless actions, no way to intervene.

"He definitely will if he sees us here," Avery said quickly. "We need to go. D's contact will let us know if something's wrong, but we have to let her handle this for now. We aren't prepared to fight his armed security detail."

They swiftly exited the closet without another word. I followed, closing the door behind me. A few seconds later, we emerged from the service entrance and climbed into the limo. The driver didn't wait for our command as he drove away from the alleyway, quickly locking the doors with the press of a button as he went.