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The string of curses that comes out of my mouth surprises even me. Declan was right, this goes all the way back to their time in the house of horrors. It seems the foster father isn’t quite done with Alayna. He’ll get her over my dead fucking body though.
“We need to get Riggs and Lay back here,” I growl out after I calm down a little bit. “They need to know how bad the threat against her actually is.”
“This is a fucking shitshow of epic proportions.” Adam slams his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw at the same time.
“You can say that again,” I respond, moving out of his room to make the call. I would rather do anything else than make this phone call, but it needs to be done. She needs to know how bad this is.
This is going to destroy her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alayna
That was the best date of my entire life. Between the amazing dinner, the easygoing conversation, and the heated looks we’ve been throwing at each other all night, I’m ready to throw this man on a bed and have my wicked way with him. It’s been so long since that particular itch has been scratched and the idea of it being with one of the three men that have captivated me completely has made it that much more arousing.
“Fuck, Lay. Stop looking at me like that,” Riggs groans, adjusting his position in the seat to put some more space between us. “I don’t trust myself when you look at me with that sexy gleam in your eye.”
“I trust you,” I whisper, scooting closer to him. “I trust you to take care of me. To protect me. To worship me.”
“With what happened to you before —” He pauses, brushing my hair behind my ear while watching the road as he drives us back to the house. “I don’t want to move too fast with you.”
“I’ve had ten years to come to terms with what happened to me,” I reassure him, taking his hand in mine. “I’ve had sex since then and I’ve learned what I can and cannot handle in the bedroom. Just like I trust you, you need to trust me to know what I can handle.”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Riggs awkwardly looks down, his expression contrite. “How did you overcome those memories?”
Smiling kindly at him, I adjust to hold his hand tightly in my own before I start talking. His large, tattooed arm flexes beside me, making me think he’s fighting the urge to pull me into him. His face is turned to the road but he keeps looking at me like he’s afraid I’ll leave. That’s the furthest thing on my mind.
“For a couple years after I moved in with Melinda, I couldn’t bear to be touched let alone have any sexual contact at all. The only person I ever let touch me willingly before that was Dec.” My mind conjures memories from my times with Dec, the only positive sexual touch I had ever known. “My needs eventually caught up with me and on my journey of taking back myself, I realized that I needed to take back that aspect as well. It started with self-love, learning what I did and didn’t like done or what felt good and what triggered me.
“After a while, I grew more confident about myself and my body. It was mine to choose who I gave it to, who I allowed to touch me. Thoughts are a powerful thing and these ones made me able to put myself out there. It was never more than a friends with benefits thing because anything more allowed too much vulnerability. There were rules I refused to budge on like no hands on my head during oral, no rough sex for a long time, and no kissing, ever.”
“Why no kissing?” Riggs asks, his voice open and curious, not a hint of judgement tinging his words.
“Kissing opened up the more category to me,” I explain with a shrug. “It could never be more than sex between friends. I wouldn’t allow that.”
“When the time comes for us, I’ll respect all of your rules,” Riggs vows, his lips brushing the back of my hand lovingly. He pulls into the driveway then, parking the car in his spot and turning to look at me.
It takes me no time at all to unbuckle my seatbelt and push past the center console. Moving into his arms, I turn to look up at him with every little emotion I’m feeling in this moment. The desire, the vulnerability, the love. Slowly, I slide onto his lap, straddling his massive thighs and sitting as close to eye to eye as I’m going to get.
“I know you will,” I whisper, pushing my hips in closer. “Because we won’t need rules. I trust you, Hudson Riggs. I trust you with my heart, body, and soul. And with you, Rhys, and Adam, I finally want more.”
“You want more?” he repeats, his voice low and husky as he glances between my lips and my eyes. His cock strains against his jeans, pushing into me as he grows harder and longer with his arousal.
“I want so much more.”
Riggs closes the gap between us, his lips crashing down on mine with vigour and passion. My words broke the dam on his restraint, the exact outcome I had hoped for tonight. This relationship between all of us wasn’t going to move forward until I made the first push. Riggs was waiting on me, even after that night in my room not that long ago. He held back some, not quite closing that bridge between us completely.
His hips grind up into me, hitting that perfect spot that has me moaning into his mouth. My hands grip the back of his neck, his own moving to grip my ass and guide me along the ridge of his hard cock straining to get through his dark wash jeans. Throwing my head back, I give him access to my neck as I ride him fully clothed, my body already chasing the orgasm that's building inside me. The tingles are exploding everywhere, that edge so close I'm teetering on it. With a thrust up from his hips as I ride down on Riggs my orgasm explodes through me, my loud moan filling the car.
"You are so fucking beautiful," Riggs exclaims in awe, his lips finding mine again.
"Let's sneak inside," I whisper against his lips. "I need to feel you inside of me. Now."
Riggs smiles, pulling back and slapping my ass lightly to get me moving off of his lap. Popping over to my seat again, I quickly grab my bag off the floor while Riggs unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out. He grabs my hand, placing one finger over his lips to say quiet. We move around the side of the house, towards a backdoor I didn't even know existed. I really need to fully explore this house apparently.
The door opens right by Riggs' room, but I pull him past that quietly to my room. Keeping the light off for now, I pull him back to me, his hands sliding back under my ass and lifting me up to wrap myself around him. He pushes me into my door gently, his lips descending on mine again, devouring me like he's on death row and I'm his last meal.
The scent of lavender is heavy in the air, making me pause and push Riggs back a bit. There's something else under the lavender that I can't place, but while I use lavender wash, this smell is way too strong to be coming from that. It was hours ago at this point that I showered and I don't use enough for the smell to linger this heavily in the air.
