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“I just wish I didn’t feel like this.” Tears sting at my eyes, but I blink them away with varying levels of success.
“Like what, sweetheart?”
“So…” I move my free hand, making an aborted motion somewhere around my chest. “A little bit guilty. I’m cold. I just feel empty and strange.Like maybe I’m not really me anymore, or that something broke in me when I killed him. It’s dumb, right? Tell me it’s stupid and to just get over it.” I need something to push me past it. Something to make the empty ache less daunting.
“You’re not dumb,” Rory is quick to answer. “And you’re not alone. Most people aren’t born murderers, Bailey. Myself excluded, of course. But you can’t be surprised that this has been a trauma for you. That it’shardto get past the first time.”
“Evan is dead,” I whisper. “I’m not the one who should be feeling traumatized, or upset.” But more tears fall down my face, even though I can’t place the emotions that have them there in the first place. “I’m—”
“Bailey, you’re perfect,” Rory interrupts, both of his hands coming to rest on my knees. “You can’t hold yourself to the standards of anyone that’s not us. You can’t lower yourself like that.”
“That’s not narcissistic at all,” I can’t help but mutter, but he turns my words into a gasp when he jerks me forward on the bed, forcing my knees wider around him.
“I just have a healthy ego and good ideas about self love,” the auburn killer chuckles softly, slanting a kiss against my jaw. “I also know how to make the bad feelings go away. If you’ll let us help you.”
“It’s sex, isn’t it? Your answer for every problemcan’tbe—”
“It can be for this one.” Phoenix follows my movement into Rory’s lap, closing in behind me to keep me pressed between them without any chance of escape. But I don’t want one. Especially when Phoenix’s mouth closes on the junction of my neck and shoulder and his teeth scrape against me, so deliciously that I nearly sob.
“Let us take care of you,” he adds, bunching both hands in my shirt. “Just this once. Maybe more than this once.” Before I can reply, he has my shirt up and over my head with Rory’s help, and my shorts don’t last much longer.
“Can you…” I feel bad asking. But I want to see them. Ineedto.
“What, gorgeous?” Rory asks, lips pressed just under my ear. “What do you need?”
“I want you both naked. I want to touch you. Please.” They always end up stripping at some point during or after we’re fucking, since I’ve learned both of them prefer cuddling naked. But I don’t want to wait this time. I want to run my hands across their skin, and reassure myself that they’re real and here, and I didn’t fuck this up like I thought I had.
“Anything you want,” Rory is quick to agree, and within seconds, all of his clothes are gone, tossed onto the floor in a pile that Phoenix’s clothes are joining as well.
This time, I don’t wait for one of them to grab me. I reach over my shoulder, turning just enough that I can kiss Phoenix, though my hand that isn’t curled in his hair reaches out for Rory, urging him forward instead of giving us space.
I don’twantspace, after all.
I want them.
He gets the memo quickly, his lips finding my throat, my shoulder, and even nipping along my collarbones as I taste every bit of Phoenix’s mouth as I can before twisting to grab Rory’s hair instead. I drag him up to me next, leaning forward on my knees to press myself against him like a cat.
My shock comes seconds later, when behind me, Phoenix decides he doesn’t want to wait either. He pulls me back just a little, just my hips, until he can grind his body against mine, letting me feel his excitement as he rubs his cock between my thighs.
“Let me fuck you, Bailey,” he purrs, leaning over to kiss Rory as well. Trapped between them like this makes it even better, because I feel every hitch of breath, hear every soft noise that both of them make. I’ve forgotten his question by the time he pulls away, lips shiny and slick from Rory’s mouth.
“You can do anything you want to me,” I assure them both, getting a snicker from Rory in response.
“Oh, don’t promise us that,” he purrs, lunging forward to nip at my lower lip. “Or I’ll be begging you to try all of my kinks with me from here on out.”
“And you think I’d mind?” Phoenix pushes me forward, then Rory wraps his arms around my waist and guides me almost into his lap. If I weren’t braced on his chest, I would need my arms on the bed, but when Phoenix’s fingers stroke along my slit, I realize it’s intentional.
I kiss Rory again, letting him feel and hear my reactions as Phoenix sinks his fingers into me, stretching and fucking me on them sweetly.
But he’s taking way too long.
“Just fuck me,” I beg, pulling away from Rory’s mouth. “Please, Phoenix, just—” Rory yanks me back to him, catching my mouth with a snarl. Like it’s the signal he’s been waiting for, Phoenix slides his fingers free, drags my hips back to him, and thrusts into me deeply, not stopping until I can feel his warmth pressed against my thighs, and the way he’s leaning against my spine.
“Good girl,” he purrs in my ear. “You’re so perfect, Bailey.” His hand comes up to tuck my hair behind my ear, and he presses his mouth against my shoulder as he fucks me. Slow, languid strokes aren’t what I’d expected, and it doesn’t instantly turn me into a writhing, panting mess. Instead, his movements build a slow burn in my body, every thrust sending tingles up my arms and back, until I’m scraping my teeth against Rory’s lip, and I can’t help the way my body moves, urging him deeper and harder.
But I can’t go far. I can’t go anywhere, really, since both of them are still pressed against me, trapping me between them in the absolute best way.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Rory murmurs, resting a hand on my face. His other slips between our bodies, and I jerk when he strokes my clit teasingly, his fingers wandering across my shaking thighs instead of teasing me further.
