“I’m coming too,” Finn says. “If this asshole wakes up and decides to be a problem, I’ve got footage he’ll like to see. He hit Kit first. Everything after that’s self-defense.” He turns to Reid. “Isn’t that right?”
Reid lets out a low snort but nods. I don’t believe him.
Walker hoists the guy up by his armpits, Grant grabs his legs, and they carry him toward the tree line like a sack of meat.
Finn glances back at me before following. “You good, man?”
I can only manage a stiff nod, but it’s enough for him. He jogs after the others, disappearing into the dark.
And then it’s just me, Reid and Miles.
“Can you walk?” Reid asks, crouching down in front of me. I try to stand, my legs buckle. He catches my weight before I hit the dirt. “Guess not.”
Miles pulls his jacket off, and wraps it around my shoulders, pulling the zipper up, and between the two of them, they manage to carry me back to the car.
Riding in the back, I can’t stop thinking about tonight. The writing on my skin. The faceless strangers. The unbelievablerush of being absolutely nothing but a toy for them to use. The intensity of being wanted like that.
And then the hit. A reminder that not everyone who wants to play with you knows how to do it right.
And finally, my friends.
Miles, who never throws punches, throwing reckless hands. Reid, who barely speaks two words a day, kicking a man until his ribs cracked.
They came for me.
All of them.
I don’t know what that means for us. I don’t know what it says about me, or about them, or about what we’re doing together. I don’t know if tonight was a beginning or an ending or just another thing that happened.
But I learned something.
I learned that I can be used and still be safe. That I can strip away my personhood and still matter. That the people I live with will break bones for me if they have to.
And I learned that the world is packed with guys who want to fuck a doll, and some of them know the rules and some of them don’t. That some will play with it, and some will want to break it.
I close my eyes and don’t open them again until we’re home.
18 Loads
The water’s too hot but I don’t say shit. Reid’s got his sleeves rolled up, one hand braced on the edge of the tub while the other works a rough washcloth over my collarbones, smearing the FREE USE ink into a blur.
My dick’s still hard.
It’sembarrassing, okay? I’m not proud. The silk cord’s gone, but my cock sits thick and heavy against my thigh, bobbing every time Reid shifts me to scrub another patch of skin. I wish I could sink underwater and hide it, but Reid’s grip on my shoulder keeps me upright with no way to hide anything.
“Hold still,” he mutters, dragging the cloth down my sternum where HUMAN FUCKTOY is half-gone. His knuckles brush my nipple, and I bite my tongue to keep from flinching. Fuck, even that tiny contact sends a direct jolt straight to my groin.
Reid’s eyes flick down, then back up. His mouth does that thing where it’s not quite a smirk, but it’s notnota smirk eitherbecause he’spissed. He keeps washing me without saying a word, ignoring the fact that I’m sitting here leaking pre-cum into the bathwater like some desperate slut after causing so much trouble.
He reaches my hips, scrubbing at USE ALL HOLES until the words dissolve into gray streaks. The washcloth dips lower, skimming the crease of my thigh, and my breath hitches. Reid pauses.
“Is that okay?”
I nod.
He hums, then drags the cloth over my inner thigh. My dick jerks, slapping against my stomach, and a fat drop of pre beads at the tip. Reid ignores it.
I want to cry.
