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“Chester,” I snap, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at me. His whiskey eyes lock with mine as the smell of bourbon and sex invades my senses.
“I’m okay, I need you to calm down. Just listen to the sound of my voice.” I take a deep breath. “Please don’t kill them. I can't go through that again; I barely survived the first time.”
He nods. “You need to get dressed.”
I would hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’ve fucked almost every man in this room. I have no regrets about that and maybe now’s not a great time to argue with him that it’s not necessary since they've already seen it all before. One of my old foster mother’s words filter through my head.Why would they buy the cow if they can get the milk for free?Well bitch, at least no one’s thirsty.
“I’ll go and get dressed, but you have to come with me, and when I come back down I want to talk to everyone. So if any of you,” I say, turning my head to them, “need to get changed or have a weak bladder, go and take care of it now. You all have some explaining to do. I am not okay right now.”
I take Chester’s hand and pull him from the room. He trails behind me silently from the morgue and through the house, until we are in my room. He stands at the corner of my bed and watches me gather some clothes, before heading into the bathroom. He follows me to the door, then leans against the door frame, watching as I strip his brother’s shirt from my body. Neither of us say a word as I turn the shower taps on and step in when the water is at the right temperature–not blistering hot, but hot enough to turn my skin pink. Chester starts to strip off his clothes and dumps them in a pile on the floor.
I lather a loofah with my body wash as Chester steps into the shower behind me, his muscled arms coming around my waist and he takes the loofah and starts to circle on my stomach.
“I feel like we finally had a chance to get to know you and now they’re back. They’re going to take you away from us.”
Still partially in shock, I shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere Chester.” I spin in his arms and he looks down at me through hooded eyes. I take a step back until my back presses against the cool tiles and Chester steps up to me.
“I hear the words that are coming out of your mouth, but in here,” he says, beating his fist against his heart. “In here feels like it's cracking and you won’t fucking be here to hold it together.”
“I’ll cut a hole in your chest and hold your heart together if that’s what it takes.”
“I’m a monster, my love has no boundaries.”
Fuck, dropping the damn L word.I might not be able to say it back, but the conviction in his voice tells me that he means every word he says. I bring my hand to his face, cupping his cheek, and he nuzzles into it.
“Then you’ll be my monster and we’ll figure it out together. Surely there’s a bigger reason as to why we are the way we are.” I murmur, rubbing my thumb across his sharp cheekbone. “But make no mistake, you’re mine and no one can take that away from me.”
A primal noise tears from his throat as his hands slide to either side of my face, pulling me to him on my tip toes. “Mine,” he growls against my lips as water cascades over us both. His lips crash to mine and our kiss is raw and brutal; his force bruising my lips as his tongue tangles with mine. His right hand leaves my face and he takes a handful of my ass and lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He doesn’t ask permission; he thrusts deep inside me, claiming me as his just like I did to him a few seconds ago. Chester needs actions not words. He warned me that once he took me there was no going back and I don’t care–I don’t want to go back, he’s mine as much as I’m his. His thrusts are punishing, brutal. His fingers digging into my ass leaving Chester shaped bruises behind. I match his momentum to prove that I’m all in. His demons don’t scare me, this is what we were made for, each other. I might have nine others downstairs that I was equally matched to and I have no idea how I plan to deal with that, but right here at this moment it’s just us claiming each other. His body moulded to mine, water dripping down his face as an orgasm has my pussy clenching against his hard pulsating cock. His body stills, a growl ripping through his lips as he finds his release with me. He rests his forehead against mine, still panting from exertion.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?”
“For taming my monster.”
“Thank god for that,” Creed says, and we both turn to see him leaning against the door frame. God only knows how long he’s been standing there. “I was running out of skin.”
Chester smiles and I laugh as he helps me down. He cups my pussy and runs a finger through my slit until he slides two fingers inside me before pulling them out and sucking them into his mouth. He moans around his fingers, before he repeats and holds them against my lips. I open for him and he slides them against my tongue, the bitter taste invades my mouth. “That's what we taste like together, and I’m never going to get enough.”
Creed groans from the door. “I’m going to beat one out, I’ll meet you downstairs.”
With that parting statement, he turns on his heel and disappears. I don’t know if he’s serious or not, but I turn the water off as Chester gets out and wraps a towel around his waist before holding one out for me. He motions for me to turn around and starts to dry my hair, then works his way around my body. There is something really intimate about having someone dry you and my heart skips a beat at his rare display of tenderness. Once he’s ensured I’m fully dry, he slaps my ass, making me giggle. I throw on my black leggings and one of Boston’s hoodies. He picks up his discarded clothes from the floor and follows me back into my room, then gets himself dressed. Once we’re both ready, we head back downstairs and find everyone is already waiting in the kitchen, even Creed.
My gaze snags on Boston leaning against the kitchen island with a brow raised at my attire. I smirk at him, daring him to say something. He shakes his head and a small smile tilts his lips, but he wisely keeps his mouth shut.
I guess this is it. Time for their lies to be spread across the table.
My stomach churns as I look around the room at the ten guys who are meant to be mine. I’m a mess of emotions, happy they’re back, pissed that they lied to me again, and uneasy about what this means going forward. No one should have to deal with this amount of bullshit in such a short amount of time. At this rate, I’m going to be clinically insane by the time I’m twenty.
15
Jolie
“I guess we should all talk,” Brennan mutters. I nod because yeah, that’s the understatement of the century. Everyone moves around the kitchen, and once we’re all seated at the table–me squashed between Creed and Chester as if I’m their lifeline–I look up at the five pieces of my heart that I thought were gone. I still can’t process what or how this is even possible.
“I saw your bodies. There was so much blood, and you guys weren’t breathing. How is it even possible that you’re here right now?”
“Mr. Z’s assistant called me the morning that you went to see him and explained what he was planning. We needed a plan and fast.” Brennan explains. “I called Ziyon, asked for his help, and he gave us an idea. To fake their deaths.”
