Page 12 of F*ck It Out With A Devil
“You could have waited for me, I would have helped.”
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your lady friend?” Karter says, eyeing Kitty like she’s a piece of meat. “We don’t bite… Hard.” He laughs at his own joke.
“She’s mine, for now. Go get your own.” I growl.
“Oh, I see someone is territorial of his new pet.” Dash chuckles.
“C’mon, we share everything.” Onyx whines.
“Yeah, well we aren’t sharing her.” I grunt.
“It’s okay, baby, Mama has enough to go around,” she says, dropping her robe once more. “You can all take turns, but understand this, it’s Wyck’s decision.” She says, looking directly at me. As if I hold all the answers. I guess in this case, I do.
“I don’t share my women.” I growl. “But, you are my brothers, and you did come to my rescue.” I begin. “If we share her, understand I will be the only one she sleeps in bed with. Once you have your fun here or the place you choose, she will always return to me.” They all shake their heads in unison. “I’m glad we all agree, I know we are all young, but I feel she can teach us many things. Whenever you are ready to leave us, Kitty, you may do so.”
“Thank you, baby, afterall, I am doing this for you all. One day, you won’t need me. Until that day comes, I am at your disposal.” She smiles at all of us.
Karter is the first to act. He rushes up to her, grabs her by the waist and twirls her around. “Are you ready for us, Kitty?”
“I’m ready for anything.” She purrs. We spend the rest of the night worshiping her body as each of us has our way with her, well into the night.
The following morning, I wake up to Kitty staring at me.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.” I yawn. “What time is it?”
“Seven-thirty.””Hmmm, it seems later. Where are the guys?”
“Downstairs, I made breakfast. Come, you need to eat.” She really is treating me like her son.
“Okay.” I toss the covers aside, throw on my clothes from last night, and follow her downstairs.
I see the guys sitting and standing around in the kitchen as they stuff their faces. Kitty gets to work making me a plate. I scarf it down in two minutes flat.
“I see someone was hungry.”
Hunching my shoulders, I answer, “I guess I was.” I push my plate away from me when I’m done. “Listen, I have to get back home. You need to get an alarm system and security cameras set up around your house. I don’t trust my father one bit.”
“Consider it done, dude. Anything for your girl.” Karter announces.
“She’s not my girl. She is free to do whatever she wants. It was wrong of me to think you would be tied down to me. Iamonly fifteen, and we both have room to grow and figure out life. I’m not rescinding my request about you teaching me and my boys all you know, I’m just saying that you are free to be with whomever you want, and you may also leave whenever you want, too.”
“Thank you, but I have five reasons to stay… For now.” She winks at me. “I’ve got to get to work. You all can stay as long as you like or come back. It doesn’t matter to me.” She says, coming over to place sweet kisses on the boys’ cheeks, before coming to stand in front of me. “I’ll make a man out of you if it’s the last thing I do.” She whispers, leaning in, grabbing my face, and kissing me long, deep, and hard.
“I look forward to it… Mama.” I whisper, and smack her on the ass when she turns to leave us alone in the kitchen.
“Dude, how did you manage to score a nice piece of ass like that?” Karter asks, licking his lips.
“It was all my father’s idea, but this was not how it was supposed to go down.” I inform them.
“Really?” Wells, who has been rather quiet, asks full of suspicion.
“Not at all. I thought The Devils set it all up, but as it turns out, my father set this one up. I was supposed to come in, jab her in the neck with the drug to paralyze her, and kill her husband should he walk in.” I say, looking around at each one of them. “She propositioned me with a much better wager, and the rest is history. She is property of The Devils, but not my father’s chapter. She belongs to us.”
“She belongs to us, but is free to do what she wants?” Onyx asks. He’s the logical one, always analyzing but never assuming.
“Yes, that is correct.”
