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Yes.
My heart starts to beat wildly in my chest as a smile spreads across my face. My entire body heats at the idea.
It doesn’t escape me that neither Gage nor Maddox have asked or demanded that I return the favor. I know they are being careful with me, easing me into this. I understand why and I should be afraid and nervous. I have every reason to be. More than either of them even know.
But I’m not. Not even a little bit. I want to get on my knees for them and bring them as much pleasure as they have brought me. I want to see them look as turned on as I feel when I’m with them. I want to hear them moan when I make them cum. I want their cum in my mouth, on my body, inside of me—
I shake my head at the thought. That’s stupid. No, I shouldn’t want that, not at fucking all. But judging by the wetness building between my thighs, I do want that. All of it.
Now, I just need to convince them to let me give it to them.
Feeling positively fucking gleeful, I move to slide out of bed, ready to shower and track down my men, when something on the pillow next to mine catches my eye.
What the hell?
A laugh bursts out of me and I shake my head, grinning wildly. There’s a note, much like the one on the counter the other day, next to two brightly colored kids’ toys. I don’t need to investigate to know what they are.
Squirt guns.
Picking up the note, another laugh flies out of me at Maddox’s words.
Baby Girl-
Come out when you’re ready.
No use getting all dolled up just to get soaked.
More soaked than you were last night.
See you soon.
xx Maddox
I can’t help the blush that fills my cheeks. Lord help me, these men will be the death of me. Butterflies collide together in my belly as I jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom, completely naked. I at least need to brush my teeth and hair and pee before this.
Finishing up in the bathroom, I run back to the bedroom, beyond excited about this. I feel like a kid again. A sharp twist in my gut reminds me of the childhood I didn’t get to have. Half of it was forgotten, the rest destroyed. There were never any water fights, at least none that I can remember. There was no laughter and playfulness.
No, I’m not letting the past ruin this. Shaking those fucked up thoughts from my head, I run to my dresser to get some clothes, only to realize that the fucking dresser is gone and so are all of my clothes. Spinning around the room, I find my discarded sleep shorts and thin tank top on the floor where I left them when I came back in here last night.
After watching Nyx with that woman, I ran back into my room to escape his stare. I dropped down onto my bed and fought with the warring feelings inside of me. Part of me was upset and hurt at what he had done. Irrational jealously filled me despite the fact that I know he’s not mine and I have no claim over him. But the rest of me was turned the fuck on. It took me all of five seconds to decide that the feelings of being aroused were way better than the other emotions.
I jumped out of bed, stripped of my clothes, and laid back down. The second my fingers glided across my clit, sparks danced across my skin. Closing my eyes, I tried to picture anything except the scene out in the living room. But no matter what I imagined, Nyx’s cold, angry stare replaced it. The woman’s moans, the way his tongue looked laving at her wetness. The way her thighs trembled with the head between them.
The way he was turned on for that woman. The way her perfect, unmarred skin looked. The way hewantedher. Before I knew what I was doing, I was in the same position she had been in and my mind was completely filled with thoughts of him, doing what he was doing to that woman.
But instead of her, it was me.
Forcing the thoughts of last night from my brain, yet again, I grit my teeth and pick up the discarded clothes. Could I really walk around the house like this? The shorts are so fucking tiny, that they barely cover my pussy. The tank top is light pink and does nothing to hide the shape of my small breasts and puckered nipples. But more than that, the entire outfit shows more of my scars than I have ever exposed to anyone, besides Hunter.
And Maddox last night.
I close my eyes and breathe through the impending panic. He said that I’m beautiful and perfect, he loves the way I look, even with the scars. Does he though? Was he just trying to be sweet to calm me? No, I don’t think so. It’s evident that both he and Gage are attracted to me. Even Nyx, as rude as he’s been, has never shied away from looking at me, scars and all. Neither has Stone.
I may not know this house of criminals well, but none of them have made me feel ugly or ruined. Not once.
New me.
Brave me.
