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“Fine whatever. Can we hurry? I have shit I need to do.” I wave my hand in the air to emphasize let's get this over with but for half a second I swear I saw a hurt look on my angel's face but that couldn’t be right.
Xander and Jax help Wren out of her clothes while I discard my shirt and jeans. I leave on my boxers not wanting Wren to freak out if I was fully in the nude. I tuck my dick up under the waistband of my underwear not wanting Wren to realize how wrong her thought of me was.
“Mav, you get in first and I’ll place Wren between your legs. You clean her hair but be mindful of the stitches. Xander and I will wash the rest of the blood off.” Jax calls out behind his back and I just grunt in response as I climb into the tub to get in position. “Princess, you’re going to feel three sets of hands on you. This will be the fastest way to get the blood off. If at any point it becomes too much or you want us to stop, you let us know and we will stop. Understand?” She nods but that won’t do for Xander.
“Words Little Bird.” Xander purrs out and I see the slight tensing of muscles in Wren. And I don’t think it’s from fear. Interesting.
“Yes. I say when it’s too much and you all stop.” She responds but her voice seems lost, like her mind is somewhere else and she is on autopilot response. Is this already too much for her? She is completely bare to us and I see more small marks in various places.
My mind starts going to very dark places when I think about what Wren might have lived through. The scars that lay across her body are all different ages. Some more faded from years ago, some look barely a few years old. None of us have mentioned anything to each other but I’m starting to think her being blind was no accident either. She is always in her dark apartment or wearing glasses when I see her but earlier, I swear I saw scaring near the edges of her eyes. Whatever happened to her I will find out who did this, and I will make sure they suffer for her injuries.
“Good girl. Here we go.” Xander purrs out again while Jax lifts Wren's small frame and heads towards me. He places her gently in the tub right between my legs and somehow Wren relaxes and tenses all in one motion.
“Shhh. It’s okay. We won’t hurt you. Let us take care of you. You need this as much as we do.” I whisper in her ear. I realize I’m telling both of us what we need to hear. She needs us to take care of her and protect her. I need to know I don’t have such a cold black heart as I pretend to have. She mumbles something incoherent but relaxes a bit back into me. I grab the removable shower head and make sure the water is on low flow and warm and bring it to her head. The water runs red with her blood as I continue to let the soft flow slowly rinse her clean.
Once I get most of the blood out, I grab some shampoo and slowly start to message the soap into her scalp. Avoiding her stitches and saving that area for last. I get a good suds before rinsing once again, the water now coming off more pinkish than red. I decided to shampoo once more, starting the process all over again. I’m rubbing the suds into her scalp when a soft low moan echoes through the room making me pause. I look up at Jax and Xander wide eyed and a bit confused. Did that sound come from Wren?
Their faces would be comical if mine didn’t have the very same stunned look. That must have been a pain filled moan. It couldn’t be anything else, could it. “Angel, Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” I ask, pausing my motions. That’s when I realize I’m not tucked away anymore but grinding between her plump ass cheeks. Shit. I go to scoot back, not wanting her to freak out on us or get the wrong idea that we only want sex from her.
“Please.” She whispers out, making me pause again. Her voice is a plea but a plea for what.
“Tell us what you need, little bird. Use your words.” The look on Xander’s face tells me everything I need to know but I'm so afraid to admit to myself. Maybe Wren is perfect for us.
Chapter twenty-six
Wren
“Good girl. Here we go.” Xander purrs into my ear making goosebumps erupt across my skin as I feel Jax lift my naked body and start to move. I tense as his skin meets mine, the warmth sinking into me and making my stomach flutter. He slowly lowers me into the hot water that heats the rest of my chills from being so exposed to these men.
My muscles once again start to relax when I realize I forgot I wasn’t alone in the tub. Maverick sits behind me seeming just as tense until he leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Shh. It’s okay. We won’t hurt you. Let us take care of you. You need this as much as we do.” I give a small nod, a bit confused by his words. I need this as much as they do, how?
My mind starts to drip and I pretend I’m anywhere but here when I feel the guys start to shift. I close my eyes tight as I feel Mav lift his arms and I can hear water running from behind me. Water rushes down my face, surprising me a bit and making me stutter. He starts to run his hands through my long hair, his fingers catching on a few knots. I feel him add shampoo to my hair and massage around my scrap while still being gentle. It’s a bit of a shock that all three men who surround me are treating me like fragile glass.
I can feel Jax and Xander using washcloths to wipe down my body and their touches start to heat an area that hasn’t seen the light of day in a while. The smell of lavender and coconut waft through the air causing me to relax my tight body and allow for just a minute to let these guys help me. I almost feel cared for and loved with all the tender touches and whispered words and for half a second I almost forget I’m a prisoner here with these men.
Maverick scoots forward a bit to wash out the top of my hair and I feel the long hard length push in close between my ass. The pleasure I felt earlier skyrockets and a small needy moan slips from my mouth. Shit. The room goes deadly silent and Mav might as well be a statue with how still he is. But can they blame a girl? I haven’t been laid or touched like this by another in such a sexual way in years, regardless, if these men might kill me, a girl has needs. And this girl needs to get laid before she dies.
“Angel, Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” Maverick goes to move away but I can’t let them see me as the broken little girl they think I am. “Please.” I plea. Not sure for what but something deep inside is begging for it. Desperate for it.
“Tell us what you need, little bird. Use your words.” Xander’s voice feels like electricity riding along my skin, sending tingles in all the right places but it’s not enough. I need to be touched but can I let these men? We all sit there in silence; the only sound is the running water that Mav has forgotten. No one is moving and I sit here warring with the fact I’ve been kidnapped and been told I have to stay. But they did say only until I’m healed but that could have been a lie.
I feel like I’m being torn apart, my mind, body and soul all screaming at me for different things. My mind is being logical. We know these men are killers, we heard it. Would have seen it if I wasn’t blind. My body is burning alive with the need to feel good, to be fucked to the edge of death and be able to float in the bliss of the afterglow. My soul is what is struggling right now. We know these three are bad men who probably do very bad things but their soft tones and tender touches scream I won’t hurt you. It doesn’t help that they keep telling me they won’t hurt me and then proving it.
So, if my body and soul are okay with letting them pleasure me one last time before I’m six feet under fuck my heart. It’s not like I’m ever going to fall in love with them, if anything, I am using them for my own selfish wants.
“Princess, none of us will touch you if you don’t want us to but Xander is right. You need to tell us what you want.” Jax words shake me out of my inner thoughts but I still need one question answered.
“Why me?” I whisper. I have so many reasons why I need to know. The biggest is that I kept thinking they were hinting at actually having some type of feelings for me. But can men like them, powerful and deadly, really love a woman like me? Broken in so many more ways than they might realize. No, they know nothing about me, and can’t feel anything but lust like every other man on this earth. I thought fairy tales were true once upon a time but when I thought I had prince charming he turned out to be a monster in disguise.
“Wren, I don’t think any of us know when we started to fall for you. But the night we first met I knew you were going to be mine. At first, yes, I thought you might be a good fuck. A quick fling to keep me entertained but we watched you. Night and day to make sure you didn’t go to the cops and do something dumb but you didn’t. I was surprised at first but I realized you were hiding something yourself but now I think you’re actually hiding from someone.” Xander explains. He wanted me as a fuck doll, as entertainment like some paid whore or something. He must see the rage written on my face because he continues in a softer tone. “I know that makes me a shit person but along the way I started to care for you. Started sticking new clothes in your closet. Making sure you got to and from work safely. I know I’m no saint, little bird, but when you applied for a loan to try and afford your shop I bought it.” A gasp rips from my throat.
My store, he bought my store. That was the only place I felt safe and normal. A tear slides down my cheek and I wipe it away. I have nothing left. The Cozy Nook was the last bit of freedom I had in this world.
“Princess, don't cry.” Jax hushes me but another tear falls. And another.
“Way to go asshole. Angel. We don’t own it, It’s in your name. You now own the building and can do with it what you want.” I spin around in Mav’s lap quickly, water splashing all around me but not caring a single ounce. My legs land on either side of him and I flinch at the sharp pain that shoots through my aching body at the quick movement. But I don’t think I heard him correctly. I hear Jax and Xander rush out careful but I ignore them too.
“What did you say?” I demand. But I need to know what his words really were because I swear, I heard I own the Cozy Nook fully and don’t have to worry about banks and all that nonsense. I slowly feel his hands creep up my legs to my hips but he doesn’t advance. He holds tight like he is trying to keep me still. That’s when I feel his cock slide between my folds and I almost groan in pleasure and frustration at the fact he has fabric on between us. Focus Wren don’t get dick-matized.
