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“Holy fuck,” I moan, my pussy tingling and begging for him to make good on those words right now. My whole body is on edge, and I just know that if the wind blows the right way, I’m going to come undone without even a touch.
“You keep having her make sounds like that, and we’re not going to be leaving this cabin anytime soon,” Riggs grumbles from the doorway. His hands are clenching and unclenching at his sides, his eyes darkening as they slowly move up my body, taking extra note of the hand buried deep in my black locks. “Get the bags and get to the car.”
“Bossy,” Adam taunts, a cocky smile taking up his beautiful face. Riggs storms off, his frustration making his walk heavier than normal. “Let’s get going, Hellcat. We’ll finish this soon.”
Adam walks out to grab his suitcase and leaves me to the last of my packing. My mind is a jumbled mess of horniness and frustration, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. The only times I’ve felt this way before were after months and months of not having sex. Masturbation is fantastic, but it only works for me for so long. Eventually, I need human contact to satisfy my sexual desire. This level of horniness after having sex two days ago is a fucking mind boggling thing to me.
Coming from the shit show I did, it took me a long time to get comfortable with my body and sex. Even when I did get comfortable, I never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would get to a place where sex was anticipated and fun. It was something I needed to become comfortable with so I could fulfil a basic human need inside of me. So many times I wished that I was asexual so I would not need to face this hurdle, but that’s not who I am.
These three are changing me in ways I didn’t think I was capable of changing. They’re opening me up to a world I thought was stolen from me as a mere child. It's scary, confusing, and a little exciting. Maybe I won’t be that broken, hard woman that I turned myself into to survive. Maybe I can finally heal and let out the scarred, vulnerable little girl that was hurt so many times.
“You ready, babe?” Rhys pokes his head in, shaking me out of my thoughts. Looking around at the room, I nod, answering a different question than the one he’s asking.
“I’m ready.” Grabbing my suitcase, I follow him out of the room, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly in mine.
It’s time to start healing my pain instead of hiding it so I can finally meet the person I was supposed to be. Adam, Rhys, and Riggs have helped me overcome so much in such a short amount of time. They’re bringing me out of my empty shell into the open arms of a loving family. If only Declan were still here to be on this journey with me. He deserved peace as much as I do.
“Are you absolutely sure you’re ready to go in?” Riggs asks for the hundredth time since we parked in front of the grey brick house we call home. “We can go get a hotel or another cabin or something if we need to.”
“I’m sure, Big Guy. This is our place, and I’ll be damned if I let him take it from us,” I reassure him. “I may be sleeping with you guys instead of that room again, though. I think for now, the house is enough to take back, the room will have to wait.”
“You aren’t going to hear any of us complain about that.” Rhys throws a wink back at me, making me playfully roll my eyes back at him. The car gets solemn again quickly, all of us turning back to stare at the house.
“This feels a bit like deja vu,” I murmur, my eyes glued to the house as if it’s going to grow legs and walk away. “At least we aren’t in our funeral best this time.”
“This house is just ominous as fuck,” Riggs chuckles beside me, clasping our hands together on the seat. “Last time we were searching for answers about Dec and his death, but this time we’re hit with the uncertainty of whether our house is even safe anymore. It’s a mind fuck, that’s for sure.”
“Should we bite the bullet yet again and head inside?” I ask, placing my other hand on the door handle, ready to face what awaits us.
“Still too soon, Lay,” Adam jokes, the tension in the car dissipating with our sudden laughter. It feels good to start remembering that time with humour instead of the heartbreak I normally associate it with. That entire week is such a confusing blur of emotions that it’s almost hard to even think about. We all lost someone we loved, and somehow in the process of grieving and remembering him, we also found love.
“I still think Dec would have liked that joke,” I say, finally pushing the door to the car open and stepping out. “He was kind of dark that way.”
“Dec would have been the first one to make that joke,” Rhys agrees, all of them following me out of the car. “He lived for that dark humour. I still remember the first time he cracked a joke like that with us. He had barely been talking to us and didn’t trust us at all, but we were doing our best to make him comfortable. Adam was talking about a new baseball diamond they were considering for the community center—”
“Oh, fuck.” Adam laughs, Riggs coming up behind him with a smile, shaking his head. “I remember this.”
Rhys glares at the two of them before turning back to me to finish his story. “Anyway. He was sitting quietly, eating his cereal and just kind of listening to us around him. Dec then looked up, locking eyes with Adam, and told him that a baseball diamond was not a good idea for the types of kids he had at the center. When we asked why, he said,‘Well, you’re bound to have quite a few orphans at the center, and they can’t play baseball. They don’t know where home is.’”
Slapping a hand over my mouth to try to contain the laugh, I shake my head, looking between the guys who have no qualms laughing at this memory. “He did not tell that joke.”
“He did!” Adam throws his head back, laughing even harder, and the rest of us follow suit. “It was then that we knew he would be okay and fit right in with us. I swear he had the best and worst jokes always sitting in his arsenal waiting for the perfect time to throw it out.”
“Thank you.” I look between all of them, making sure they see how much I mean this. “You guys have given me a part of him that I missed out on. I’ll never get to hear these jokes or make these memories with him, but I’m glad they live on in you guys and you’re willing to share them with me. I came here looking for a boy I loved and lost in the midst of unspeakable horror, and I found three kind, funny, and amazing men who not only take care of me but also give me a small piece of what I thought I lost. So, thank you.”
“We’re just as lucky to have found you, Lay.” Riggs kisses my head, his giant hand resting against my lower back.
“Let’s rock this bitch,” Adam yells out, trying to break up the sappiness like always. Rhys shakes his head, but turns to unlock the door finally.
Getting the first glimpse inside of the house after leaving the way we did is a little surreal. It hasn’t even been that long since we’ve been gone, but it might as well have been a lifetime ago. It’s almost like stepping back in time. There’s been so much that’s happened in such a short amount of time that my brain can’t wrap my head around most of it. The fear I expected to feel walking in here is nowhere to be found. Instead, I’m nostalgic and fairly numb to my surroundings.
“We’re home,” I whisper, running my hand along the wall as I walk fully into the house, the grey and navy tones so familiar to me. It feels a bit like a fever dream, all the traumatic times coming into this house mixed with all the mundane times. This house holds so many memories already for me, but I think it’s about time we make better memories here.
“Yeah,” Rhys murmurs, coming up behind me with the other two on each side and placing a kiss on the top of my head. “We’re home.”
Chapter Twelve
Riggs
