I was so close when he released me and I started moving as fast as I could, putting every bit of energy I had left into making it good for the both of us.
“Come for me now,” Dio commanded as his hand found it’s way between us, his thumb stroking over my clit. He barely touched it and my orgasm hit. My movements faltered as it washed over me, too much and yet the perfect amount of pleasure and sensation. I felt like I were floating when Dio grabbed my hips and thrust upwards into me. Moments later he gasped and tensed his body beneath me.
Once I was sure he’d come, I collapsed on top of him, boneless and gasping. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head several times.
“Christ, Carr. For a beginner, you just smashed the shit out of that,” he told me playfully.
“Glad to hear it,” I returned. “Always good to have a skill.”
For several moments we just laid there, holding one another, Dio still inside of me, and I was in no rush to move.
“I need to take care of this condom,” Dio groaned eventually, and I grimaced when he pulled out of me, still half erect. There was a distinct wet sound that had me blushing and I hated the loss of him instantly.
“Will you come to my room after? Shower with me, then you can lay with me and Cal. I’m not ready to let you go yet,” I confessed.
“Of course, but I’ll need to go and check on Rafe before I settle into bed. He might be waiting up for news on Kozlov.”
I easily agreed as Dio pushed to his feet and pulled off the condom, tying it off. I felt kind of bad that I hadn’t gone up to check on Rafe myself when I woke up. I hadn’t wanted to disturb him if he were sleeping, but if he’d been sat awake the whole time – well, I was a shitty sister.
I scoffed at myself. I knew that already. Not only had I got him shot, but I was also sleeping with his friends behind his back, and neglecting him when he needed me. Fuck. I wasn’t sure I even got five full minutes of peace after my time with Dio to hide from reality. It was already crashing back in.
I sighed as I stood to gather up my nightshirt and panties. One step forward and a few moments of peace before my own dark thoughts dragged me right back two.
CHAPTER 23
CARA
“How are ye smiling that much when ye barely slept more than an hour last night?” Arran groaned as I walked into the kitchen a few days later.
It was true that I’d had another rough night, filled with nightmares, but I had resolved not to let that rule my whole day as I got dressed that morning. Aside from my crappy sleep, things were good.
Rafe was healing slowly, and behaving himself, mostly, working from his room for the time being. The doctor, who had been at the house every day since Rafe arrived home, was happy with his progress and assured us that he would continue to recover as long as he didn’t push himself.
Things had been quiet with Adamian and anyone else who might have meant us harm. Best of all was my relationship. Things with the guys were just going from strength to strength. We spent as much time together as we could, which was made easy for the time being, since Rafe was sequestered in his room.
We had all seemed to find this sweet spot where everything just worked. The guys all got along, and they were united in most things, especially in taking care of me. When we were all together it was light, easy, and almost playful most of the time,and then when I was with them separately, things were more intimate and deep.
I was becoming comfortable kissing and touching them all when we were all together. And it was made easier by the fact there didn’t seem to be any jealousy that I could sense. I was just happy when I was with them, and they eased my anxiety and darkness.
“I’m having a good morning,” I shrugged.
“Yer no plannin’ to go down te the gym alone, are ye?” he questioned as he looked at my outfit of yoga shorts and a sports bra, with my hooded jacket open over them.
“What’s wrong with that? I’m not injured any more. I have no need of a babysitter down there,” I reminded him sassily.
“Woah! Steady, lass. I’m allowed te worry fer ye, and ye still get lightheaded from yer concussion, especially when yer tired. I’d just feel better if you weren’t workin’ out alone.”
“The dizzy spells are getting better,” I told him stubbornly.
“I’m glad to hear that, but until they stop completely, we agreed ye’d nae be down in the gym, on the equipment, alone,” he said, trying to out-stubborn me.
“You all have to stop babying me at some point, you know?”
“Aye, and we will, but we’ll never stop takin’ care of ye.”
I growled in frustration as I stormed to the fridge. I’d lost the argument and I knew it, What could I say to that? Tell them not to care about me? Even I knew that sounded insane.
“Fine,” I gave in. “Cal’s coming with me. I already had this argument with him upstairs.”
