Nightshade

Chaper 5

fuck, fuck, fuck

Looking around the kitchen one more time and realize that this is in fact NOT the same hotel room I went to sleep in. That would also explain why this damn coffee taste so good. There are dishes in the sink that I'm pretty sure not mine, some different magazines on the kitchen-island. And I really hope I am wrong but there's a camera in the ceiling that you would only see with a trained eye, plus the hidden Mark XIX Desert Eagle under the sink.

Reaching under to the sink to take the gun and slowly pressing my back against the wall, making my way through a white hallway with four black doors. The hallway is bare and only one door is open by five inch.

I'm taking a wild guess and say that the moans came from there

With the cold gun in front of me and a finger near the trigger, I start inching closer to the opened door. Hearing some more moans and a growl? from the room, slowly pushing the door open only to be met with a sandy blonde slim fit guy with sharp but innocent features being throughly fucked by a big muscular, brown haired man full of tattoos on his arms down his back and chest. He has a lip ring and I'm pretty sure his cock is pierced as well. Tucking the gun away in the shorts against my back to still be able to feel it I lean in the doorway and watch.

What, not my fault they look sexy as a sin

Damn

I want to join

Coming out of my head to see that I missed most of it and they are finished I make my presence known

"Damn, that was mind blowing hot"

Both of them freeze for about three seconds before the tattooed man covers the blonde one and from somewhere, like what the fuck, draws a black gun at me spewing not so innocent things in Russian that even makes me blush and I just watch them fuck.

Just mere seconds after his gun is pointed at me I have my desert eagle pointed at the blond, because if I am right he means more to him so he will hopefully put the gun down.

"Who are you?"

"Raven" he grunts and start lowering his gun.

The poor blonde guy start blubbering and blushing like a mess, almost enough to make my mama bear instinct to kick in, like shit I just wanna take him and hide him from the world, but like I said, almost.

Looking around the room with my gun still raised, I get the picture that this is the blonde ones room because of the computer and all the math written on the walls, it's a pretty neat looking room. Shaking the thoughts out of my head and slowly backing out of the room speaking in a sultry but hard voice I say
"I will let you guys finish here and met you out there."

Closing the door, before they get a chance to respond, after me and tucking the gun away I make my way to the kitchen again to return to the heavenly coffee.

Because all of the chairs make my back vulnerable I make the choice to hoist myself up on the counter. Making myself comfortable I cup the coffee with both hands and take a long sip, closing my eyes and savor it. Opening my eyes again I notice the blonde standing with his back to me looking in his phone.

"So, you're done fucking?"

I don't think he noticed me before because jumps around looking at me with wide startled eyes and know I am pretty sure that's not the same guy. He looks more rough with sad eyes.
Before he gets a word out another guy walks in, naked. He has black hair in a bun by his neck and almond shaped dark brown eyes. He has a slim face, pretty sure he's Native American. Continuing roaming my eyes over his deliciously gorgeous body. Like hot damn.

"What are you doing Brandon" he asks sad eye or now Brandon.

Before I give him a chance to answer the question I speak up.

"Well hello there, may I say you are hot piece of ass" I say in a soft but seductive voice making him spin around to face me. And if I thought his back was sexy, I was in for a surprise. He has a muscular toned body with a light brown tan and that V-line leading to his-

Cough cough

Being rudely interrupted I snap my eyes up to his and see that he is checking me out and by the looks of it he likes what he see very much.

"Axel, please put some clothes on" Brandon pleads before he leaves the kitchen going god know where.

Axel, as Brandon nicely put it, turns his back to me and starts to leave but not before he casts a glance back at me to make sure I don't plan to escape, I don't plan on it if I get too stay with these models. Quickly but quietly jumping down from the counter I follow after him to another identical hallway. He goes to the last room and before he shuts the door close I slip in just behind him and lay my hand on his back, running it slowly down feeling his ripped muscles.