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“Time to take a walk,” Atlas grunts, pulling me toward the exit. I don’t know what I could have said to her anyway. Guilt starts to kick at me, and the word‘coward’starts to score itself across my soul.
Is this how it feels to realize that your actions molded someone into a version of herself that’s less than she should be? There’s strength, sure, but there is also fuckload of self doubt inside of her too.
“I think we fucked up,” I rasp as I stumble out of the stadium.
“I think we did too, and I don’t know how we can fix it,” Atlas mutters.
TYLER
I don’t think I’ve ever been as proud as when Layla knocked the big oaf on his ass. Unfortunately, we’re back in our hotel room, and she hasn’t returned from sitting out on the balcony.
“She didn’t cue us in all night,” Draven says softly, staring at Layla from the couch. “It was like she was singing to the crowd and forgot we even existed.”
“Layla retreats into music when she’s feeling a lot,” I tell him. She has a notebook with her out there even now, furiously scribbling before staring out into the night. She hasn’t changed yet, and I’m sure there’s a cold breeze out there.
“That I know. There are holes I don’t understand and I think Mav and Atlas are at the root of it,” Draven grumbles. “I wastotally okay not sharing Layla with them, but now I’m torn. I think they owe her a shit ton of groveling, though.”
Playing devil’s advocate, I sit across from him. I’m always in my girl’s corner, but I need to know if Draven is.
“What if they thought they were doing the right thing?” I ask. “Layla was a virgin, and a threesome is probably a lot to ask of a twenty-one-year-old.”
Draven’s lip curls as he shakes his head. “There are much better ways to handle it than fucking your boyfriend and making the baby chick feel undeserving or unwanted,” he snarls. “Who’s team are you fucking on, anyway? Do you not see how small she makes herself around them?!”
His voice is a roar as he stands, breathing hard, his eyes on me now. His gaze promises to burn the world down, and I smirk with a nod.
“I will always be in Layla’s corner,” I confirm. “I just needed to know that you were too.”
My voice is calm and collected as Draven glares at me. “You arse,” he mutters, walking outside to Layla.
My lips twitch as I watch him talk to her, coaxing her to come inside. I wonder if he’ll have to carry her in like a caveman, chuckling at the thought. My girl is feeling a bit stubborn, and she gets the royal treatment of being thrown upside down over Draven’s shoulder. I swear this is their form of foreplay now.
“You’re such a pain in the ass,” Draven growls as he brings her inside. “Since you insist on being one, I’ll entertain your need to have one.”
Getting comfortable in my chair, I watch as he sits down heavily, picking her up to toss her over his lap. “Draven, let me up,” she complains.
Instead, he gives her a warning spank across her ass, tangling his fingers in her hair to push her head down. “Punishment for bratting is necessary,” Draven says, peeling her leather pantsdown her body. Layla isn’t wearing underwear currently because she says the lines bother her when she wears these pants.
Her ass cheek is slightly red, and I move from my chair to one closer so I can see her beautiful, pink pussy. Licking my lips, I watch as he swats her ass again.
“Arg, Draven. What am I being punished for?” she asks.
“Refusing to rock the boat when my friends clearly need their heads knocked together,” he says, swatting her again. “I think she should count, don’t you, Tyler?”
“Yes, Little Flower. Count for Draven,” I murmur. My cock is hard as steel watching them together. Draven is gentle at times, but has no problem with being a disciplinarian either. Fuck, it’s really hot as his tattooed finger moves through her core, smearing her arousal over her before kicking her feet apart. His next spank is right over her pussy.
“Draven!” she screams, writhing in his lap. Watching her carefully, I see she’s fine, so I sit back to enjoy the show.
“I believe you forgot something, Lovely,” he says, pushing two thick fingers inside of her channel.
Groaning thickly, I watch as she widens her stance. “This is ridiculous. Please,” she both admonishes and begs in the same breath.
“Count,” he insists, removing his fingers from her cunt to spank her again.
“Ahhhh,” she mewls. “One, you asshole.”
“There’s my good girl,” he chuckles darkly before spanking her again. “I swear you have no self preservation sometimes, kicking a man’s legs out from under him like that. You’re this tiny pixie!”
Draven can’t think Mav would hurt Layla, despite their history, but he continues to grumble as he hits lower on her ass this time. Layla hisses, leaving him to smirk as he lets go of her hair to gather her wrists in his huge hand.
