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“Yeah?” Poor Adler looks so confused.
“I’m filled with and covered in cum. Like a nutcase. Get it? I’m a nutcase.” Adler tries to give me a look like I’m stupid, then he bursts out laughing too, and I can’t breathe.
Gray comes back into the room and gently cleans me up, but neither Adler or I can talk. As I’m able to take deeper breaths, I calm down. My eyes close on their own, and I couldn’t convince them to open again if I wanted to.
“What the fuck was that about?” Gray’s voice is getting farther away like he’s walking toward the bathroom again.
Adler laughs, and all I hear him say is, “You wouldn’t appreciate it properly, man.”
I guess I have inside jokes with my kidnappers now. These fucking dreams are crazy.
Rory
Thecoldwakesme.I reach my arms out to stretch, and I’m surprised that I’m alone in bed. Even more so that I’m disappointed. I’ve got to get my fucking head on straight. Light is pouring into the room, but I have no idea what time it is without my phone or a clock. My body aches, some of the areas where I was cut sting to touch. That combined with sweat and dried fluids from last night, I’m in desperate need of a shower.
I sit up slowly, not sure how much of the drugs are still lingering in my system. I sway a little as I try to stand, but I give myself a minute to adjust before I take any more steps. I leave the lights on low when I finally get into the bathroom because squinting makes my head hurt. I slowly brush my teeth, not enjoying the lightheadedness I’m feeling or the spots that occasionally dance across my vision. I just need to get through a quick shower, then I’ll ask the guys to bring me a feast with a shit ton of water.
Not wanting to increase my lightheaded feelings, I make sure the water is coming out lukewarm before I step in. It feels amazing as the blood and filth roll off my body and down the drain. It’s like it never even happened. The water irritates some of the cuts, but I’m sure it’s in my best interest to get them clean. Plus, I’m sure Wade will be all over them when he knows I’m awake.
As I gently wash around my sore lady bits, blood starts trickling out of one of the cuts above my clit. It isn’t a lot of blood, and I’ve never been one to get squeamish, but suddenly, my stomach rolls. I refuse to throw up in the shower, so I whip the glass door open and crash onto the floor. I feel my head connect with something hard, but it really isn’t my problem anymore as the lights go completely dim, and I sail back to dreamland.
My body is cold again, but I’m confused. I already woke up once today, didn’t I? Did those assholes drug me again? I can hear faint voices, and as I focus on them, they become clearer.
“What happened?”
“Oh, good, you’re awake. You know your bathroom is a no diving zone, right?” I open my eyes to see Wade standing over me with a small smile.
“Damn, where were the signs?” I crack a smile, then wince when I move my head.
“You’ve got a decent sized bump on your head from where you smacked it into the floor, but the swelling has already gone down with some ice. Let me know if you experience any dizziness, lightheadedness, nausea, things like that, okay? I don’t think you have a concussion, but I’d like to stay on top of things.”
“Yeah, okay. Thanks.”
“What happened, Little Bird?” Gray hid himself in the shadow near the door, so I didn’t notice him until he wanted me to.
“I probably shouldn’t have been up in the first place. I was feeling kind of dizzy when I woke up, but I wanted to shower. When I got in there, I thought I was going to get sick, so I tried to rush to the toilet and fainted instead.” My cheeks flame, and I shrug.
“I guess we’re going to have to keep a better eye on you, then.” Gray’s eyes flash with a satisfaction that I don’t understand.
Wade pats my hand, and I focus back on him. “All your vitals are normal now. I’m sure it’s the fact that you lost some blood, haven’t eaten enough, and had drugs in your system. I was going to see if you felt up to having breakfast with us in the kitchen this morning, but maybe you should stay in bed and rest some more.”
“Please, get me out of this room. I’d love to have breakfast in the kitchen.” I haven’t been outside of these walls in…well, I’m actually not sure how long, but I’m more than ready.
Wade and Gray exchange some silent thoughts before Wade bends down and scoops me out of the bed. It’s then that I notice I’m wearing someone’s baggy T-shirt, and only their baggy T-shirt, as cool air hits between my thighs. I try to delicately shove the fabric of the shirt between my legs, and Wade can’t fight his grin.
“There’s no point in being shy about it. I’ve had my tongue on every inch of that sweet pussy.”
I can’t control the gasp that leaves my mouth. I wouldn’t be so surprised if anyone else had said it, but there’s something about those words from Wade that make it even hotter. The vision of him with his mouth on me has me rubbing my legs together, and a knowing smile spreads across his face as he sets me down at the kitchen table.
Wade had me thoroughly distracted, so I take the opportunity to check out my surroundings. The kitchen is very modern with lots of white and stainless steel everywhere. There’s a large center island that has an extra sink and cooktop in the middle. I would never do enough cooking to need all that. I’m seated at a high top dining table. It’s sleek and black, and the plush black chairs are actually very comfortable with an extra bar by my feet that I can rest them on. It fits these guys well.
“I hope you like chocolate chip pancakes and bacon.” Gray speaks low in my ear as he sets a heaping plate of food down in front of me.
“Thank you. They’re some of my favorite foods actually.” I don’t waste any time digging
in.
I’m vaguely aware that water and juice are placed in front of me, but I’m completely oblivious to the way Wade and Gray are watching me eat. It’s only after I pull the fork out of my mouth that I realize how obscenely I’m eating. I’m a whore for chocolate, and the way these pancakes are so perfectly melty and delicious, I can’t help the noises and faces I’ve been making.
