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He doesn’t answer right away, instead he carefully studies her now peaceful sleeping face. “I really hope so.”
The room drifts off into silence as we both slowly relax enough to fall into a light sleep. The peace doesn’t last long.
It feels as if only a few minutes have passed when a jarring scream wakes me up once more. Scar is locked in another nightmare. Her arms and legs flail as she thrashes, trying to escape the sheets.
“Kade, Kade, please help me,” she cries. “It hurts. It hurts so bad.”
“I’m here, Letty. I’m still here. What hurts?” His voice is so strong and soothing, so aware, I have to wonder if he ever managed to fall asleep. The first hints of light give away the hours that must have passed since her last fit.
“Everywhere. Everything hurts.” Her arms wrap around herself and her body trembles with the phantom pain.
Kade hesitates but as her body convulses and tears begin to cascade down her face, sobs only seconds away from breaking free, he steels himself and makes a decision. “It’s me and Noah, okay, Letty? We’re going to replace the pain with pleasure. We’re going to take care of you.”
I arch a brow in question. “She’s physically feeling that pain right now,” he says, his voice breaking. “Anything to make it disappear.”
“Anything,” I agree. “The meds’ effects should be fading as well.”
Not much ever holds me back from making my girl feel good. From doing anything I can to make her pain disappear. Fear is a strong deterrent though. Fear of making it worse. Of hurting her more.
I steel my nerves. Anything is better than this. Better than doing nothing.
Kade begins to slowly kiss down her face and brush away her tears with his lips. I place my hands on her thighs and gently massage my way down and back up again, being careful to avoid her ass entirely. This isn’t the time to push her.
He pulls away from her and looks down at her flushed skin. I help hold her up so we can pull the thin tank top over her head, letting her gorgeous tits spill free. Her whimpers turn to sighs as Kade dips his head to her breasts and reverently kisses the soft mounds.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, exposing her neck to me. I trail my tongue up along the side until I reach her ear. “There’s my baby girl.” Her body relaxes against mine as Kade begins to tease her nipples between his fingers. “Let us take control.”
Her mouth parts open and a gasp of pleasure eases the tension in my shoulders. She’s slowly coming back to us.
Chapter Twelve Scar
My head swims.Confusion and darkness fill me as pain and pleasure battle for dominance.
Shadows hover around me. One moment causing indescribable pain, only to be replaced with soothing caresses the next.
Fear wars with a sense of safety. Feeling like I’m home, where I belong, only to have it ripped away and dropped in hell. Sensations and memories keep me locked in place as my mind battles to sort out what’s real and what’s not.
The smell of vodka fills my nose and I gag, fear winning and washing out the comfort. No, no, no. I know what happens next and I don’t want it. The pain. The shame. The blood.
My stomach turns and I’m going to be sick. I squeeze my eyes tighter but it doesn’t make the smell go away. Nothing could make that wretched scent disappear. It fills me, suffocates me, drowns out everything else. A warning of what’s to come.
Harsh words whispered in my ear but I can’t grasp them. I shake my head and it muddles my thoughts even more. Pain ricochets through me, rattling my thoughts and making the dark even darker.
More words.
No, no, no.
I don’t want what comes next.
I struggle, fight with everything I have but my body stays locked in place. I only sink deeper into the abyss. My fear skyrockets, tears burning my eyes and my skin itches.
“Let us take control.”
I freeze. That should scare me. Giving up control is my worst nightmare. I need control. Need it like I need to breathe, like I need to fight. I can’t give up control, not when the monsters already stole it from me.
So why did those words wash some of the fear away?
More words but I can’t hear them. They’re so close, like I should be able to reach up and grab them. Hold them in my hands and keep them with me. Why can’t I?
