Chapter 1306
They rounded the corner, heading back the way they'd come. Suddenly, a door flew open and Douglas stumbled out. He saw Audrey, his face contorted with rage. "You bitch! You set me up! You're dead!" He lunged at her, a knife flashing in his hand.
Audrey froze, paralyzed with terror. She watched, helpless, as the blade came towards her chest.
"Audrey! Look out!" Lachlan shoved her aside, throwing himself in front of Douglas. The knife sliced across his arm, blood spurting instantly.
"Douglas! What the hell are you doing?" Jerome spun around, his voice thunderous. "Are you trying to start a war?"
Douglas, his face pale, clutched the back of his bleeding head. "Jerome, this bitch… she attacked me! Look!"
Jerome glanced at Audrey, her face ashen, and sighed inwardly. He'd only been gone a few minutes, and she'd managed to embroil herself with both Quentin and Douglas, nearly causing a bloodbath. He'd almost died because of her once already. This woman was a walking disaster.
"Enough. This ends now," Jerome said, his voice hard as he glared at Douglas. Douglas, though a valuable addition to the Southern gang, was volatile and commanded a significant number of men. He was a loose cannon.
Douglas knew Jerome outranked him by a mile. Seeing Lachlan's bleeding arm, he sobered up. This wasn't going to end well for him. He grunted and retreated back into his room.
Jerome frowned. Douglas was a crucial asset, especially with the escalating tensions between the Northern and Southern gangs. He needed to keep him on the side. He looked at Audrey and Lachlan. "Both of you, back to my room. There's a first-aid kit in the drawer. Patch him up. I'll deal with Douglas."
Back in Jerome's room, Audrey found the first-aid kit and had Lachlan remove his shirt. She cleaned the wound and bandaged it as best she could, but the blood quickly soaked through.
Lachlan, inhaling Audrey's delicate scent, gazed at her beautiful face, flushed with concern. "Audrey… you're stunning."
"Quiet," Audrey murmured, noticing his pallor. He'd lost a lot of blood. She thought back to the moment Douglas had attacked. If Lachlan hadn't pushed her… she'd be dead. "Lachlan, how are you feeling?"
"Cold…" he shivered, his body trembling.
Audrey grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around him, but he continued to shiver. Hesitantly, she put her arms around him, trying to warm him with her body.
Lachlan, enveloped in her warmth, felt her breasts pressed against his chest. A wave of euphoria washed over him. "Audrey… am I dying?" he whispered.
"No… you're not going to die," Audrey said, tears pricking her eyes. His voice was so weak. "You'll be okay. I promise."
"Audrey… I'm glad I could help you. Couldn't have… asked for anything more," he murmured, a faint smile on his lips. "I… have one last request. Could I… touch your breast?"
Audrey blushed crimson. But looking into his pleading eyes, her heart ached. He'd saved her life. This was the least she could do. She hesitated, then nodded.
Lachlan's eyes lit up. He tried to lift his arm, but it was too heavy.
"I'll… I'll help you," Audrey whispered, guilt gnawing at her. She bit her lip, took his hand, and guided it to her breast. "There…"
His fingers closed around her soft flesh, the warmth radiating through him. He felt like he was dreaming. "Audrey… thank you," he breathed, his face filled with a blissful expression. The cold seemed to recede, but a heavy drowsiness was creeping over him. His eyelids fluttered.
"Lachlan… stay awake… please… don't…" Audrey sobbed, but his eyes closed, his body growing cold in her arms. She cried out, her voice filled with anguish. This night was too cruel, too long. Not everyone would survive it.
…
Daisy had a habit of waking in the night. Around 2:00 AM, she got up to use the bathroom. Returning to the living room, she noticed a light spilling from under the guest bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. Curious, she approached and listened, but heard nothing. She pushed the door open. The room was brightly lit. Kevin lay on his side, clutching a pink pig pillow, his pajamas discarded, clad only in boxer shorts. The blanket lay on the floor.
He's a restless sleeper, she thought, amused. She bent to pick up the blanket, but just then, Kevin rolled onto his back. His boxers, perhaps too loose, had shifted, and his cock slipped out through the gap, the tip exposed, soft and limp, a stark contrast to the hard, eager state she'd seen it in before.
Daisy's cheeks flushed. Her gaze lingered on the exposed flesh. Her eyes grew hazy, her breasts swelling beneath her nightgown. A warmth spread through her, her body yearning for touch, for release.
"Kevin…" she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. He didn't stir. Her eyes traveled over his body. He was well-built, toned from playing basketball, but his features were gentle, almost scholarly, unlike the typical jocks at school. He was exactly the type of man she found attractive.
She disliked overly masculine men, finding them often arrogant and possessive, lacking sensitivity and a zest for life. But she wasn't drawn to overly effeminate men either, the type who preened more than she did and crumbled under pressure.
A dancer in her troupe, tall and graceful, had once pursued her. She'd been tempted and had even considered dating him. But one day, a mouse had scurried into the office, and the dancer had shrieked like a little girl. Daisy's attraction had evaporated instantly. She'd eventually chosen the steady, dependable Oliver.
Looking at Kevin's soft cock, she hesitated, then reached out to tuck it back into his boxers. But as her fingers brushed against the tip, it twitched, then began to harden rapidly, swelling and lengthening until it stood proudly erect.
Daisy gasped, flustered. She hadn't expected him to be so sensitive. Luckily, he was still fast asleep.
She watched, transfixed, as the thick length strained against the confines of his boxers. Concerned it might be uncomfortable, she carefully slid them down. His cock sprang free, thick and long, bobbing slightly, a drop of precum welling at the tip.
Daisy's breath hitched. Her heart pounded, her body flushed with heat. She stared at it for a long moment, then slowly reached out, her fingers closing around the warm, pulsing flesh. The feel of him in her hand sent a thrill through her.
Oliver, in his younger days, had been similar, hard and hot. The memory of him inside her, the waves of pleasure… it had been so long.
Biting her lip, she began to stroke him rhythmically. Her face, already flushed, grew even more so, her eyes sparkling, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. A dampness spread between her legs, soaking her panties.
One hand moved on Kevin's cock, and the other went to her breast, kneading the full, firm flesh that so many men craved. Perhaps because Oliver hadn't touched her in so long, her breasts seemed even fuller, more sensitive than before.
"Kevin…" she moaned softly, her lips parted, her face flushed with desire. Her fingers slipped inside her nightgown, pinching her nipple and rolling it between her fingers. A delicious, tingling sensation shot through her, intensifying the heat in her core. She released her nipple, her hand trailing down her smooth stomach to her thigh, rubbing the swollen flesh of her vulva through the damp fabric of her panties. Her legs pressed together, thighs rubbing restlessly. Her body, ripe and wanting, was a feast for the senses.
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