"Who's she?" Jericho was eyeing the white-blonde pixie following close behind Eve suspiciously as they came out from Paradise Falls. The way she carried herself screamed killer, even if she did look fairly innocuous in her pink dress.
"This is Clover," Eve replied, hooking the chain on her wallet back onto her belt. "I just bought her off Eulogy." She exchanged a meaningful glance with her new pet. "Clover, this is my partner, Jericho. Everything I have, I share with him."
"Everything?" Clover asked, setting a hand on her hip and looking the ex-Raider over from head to toe.
Eve leaned close to her ear, smiling suggestively. "Everything."
Clover smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning in to give her new mistress' neck a playful love bite. "Whatever you say, baby..."
Jericho's eyebrow shot up as Eve pulled the girl into a slow, savoring kiss.
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The first order of business once we got back to the Tower was to get that damned collar off of the poor girl. I knew she wouldn't try to leave the minute I proposed the arrangement: she sticks with me, she can do whatever the hell she wants- rape, pillage, murder to her heart's content. As long as she doesn't jeopardize the sweet setup I've got here at Tenpenny Tower, I don't care if she wants to kill everybody from here to Arefu. She agreed, naturally; that prick Eulogy would never have given her the kind of freedom I'm offering. Stupid fuck. He had no idea what a treasure he had in her.
As soon as the collar comes off, she pounces on me, lips as soft as silk closing on mine in a not-entirely-unwelcome show of gratitude. Jericho's sitting on the bed, watching us with an idiotic grin plastered across his face. Honestly, I'm amazed he's not jerking off already, the way he's drooling. Then I realize why he's being so patient. Clover's giving him the eye; the same look I use when I want something. She looks back to me, nuzzling my cheek affectionately before letting me know what she has in mind.
"I wanna play, sugar," she says, her breath coming in warm puffs against my skin. She bites her lip and I know I'm never going to be able to tell her no. Not in the bedroom, anyway. She looks back over at Jericho. "Both of you. Right now."
The way the big guy's staring at me, I know he's going to stab me in my sleep tonight if I don't say yes. I nod towards him, telling her, "Have at him."
Clover saunters away from me to stand over him. She hooks one knee over his thigh, sitting astride one leg; the angel then crooks a finger at me, motioning for me to join them. I smirk and take the other side, watching as she kisses him in her disarmingly gentle way. When he tries to deepen the contact she bites his tongue roughly, making him do one of those sexy growls he reserves for foreplay. She pulls back and starts working on getting him out of his armor. I lean in, claiming a kiss of my own, sucking at his tongue to soothe the wound she's given him.
As soon as she gets the jacket off him, she pulls out her knife, cutting his t-shirt open rather than trying to lift it off and risk breaking the liplock I've got him in. Clover presses close to us, licking at the corner of my mouth, and I let her draw me back to her. Jericho's unbuckling the straps of my armor when her hand travels down to unfasten his pants. He insinuates himself into the fray, groaning softly as she pulls his cock free from the leather and strokes him. I reach over and unzip the back of her dress, sliding first one strap then the other off her shoulders.
It doesn't take long before Jericho's sprawled out on his back, bare-chested but still in his pants, looking from one of us to the other. Clover's out of her dress in no time flat. Unable to wait any longer, she mounts him, rocking her hips in a steady rhythm. Once I'm out of my armor, he's pulling me towards him with one hand pressed into my backside. She tugs me closer to her, nipping at my lips while she rides him, her hands leaving his chest to trail up my stomach to my breasts, giving each one a gentle squeeze. Jericho takes the opportunity to grab my thighs, pulling me over so that he's directly under me. My moans as his tongue flicks up and into my sex are muffled against her mouth. Clover reaches down and strokes me while he licks and sucks, making me shudder with every move between them. Her speed picks up, driving down onto him with renewed enthusiasm as her fingers find new ways to make me buck against his assault.
Just when I think she's going to outlast me, she throws her head back, a breathy moan slipping from her lips. Clover grabs a fistful of my hair, roughly yanking me into her kiss once more. Their combined attack drives me past my limits just as Jericho reaches his, and I thank my lucky stars that I had enough caps on me to buy this minx.
The encounter ends with the two of us pressed affectionately into Jericho's sides while he dozes off. She gives me a wicked grin, promising that there'll be more fun in the days that follow. Oh, Clover, I do think I love you. Now, if I can only rope dear Mr. Burke into one of these orgies...