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The clarity of my feelings shocks me, and I find myself coming apart at the seams underneath them with a long, drawn-out moan. As I do, Dominic thrusts deep into my mouth, and then stills, his seed spilling down my throat.
Breathing hard, I cling to Bastian as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. I can feel that he’s close. Above me, Caleb moves his hand away from my clit to fist himself, frantically racing towards the finish line. As Bastian comes inside of me, Caleb paints a stripe of white over my belly.
The boys collapse on the bed next to me as we all come down from our collective high. Caleb pulls me against him and Bastian tucks himself on the other side of me, with Dominic on the other side of him.
“Thank you,” I whisper. My heart is full to bursting and as I think back over my revelation, I realize I’m not as scared of the truth as I thought I’d be.
I’m definitely falling in love with them.
29
SIENNA
In the days following the incident, the tension that once hung heavy in the air between us gradually dissipates, replaced by a tangible sense of calm and security within the walls of the house.
As I sit nestled in between Caleb and Bastian on the worn sofa, my feet on Bastian’s lap, I inhale deeply, savoring the comforting smell of campfire and cedarwood that surrounds me. The fireplace casts flickering shadows as I open up to them about my past.
“My mom never took me to do anything,” I tell them. “She was always busy working or when I was a teenager, deep in her alcohol addiction. This is the furthest away from home I’ve ever traveled.”
Bastian inhales sharply, reaching out to touch my hand. I don't flinch away like I used to. Instead, I let his warmth seep through my fingers, a small crack forming in the walls I've built.
The next day, he brings me to the bike shop with him as well, letting me watch him work.
“May not be the Taj Mahal but at least you’re gettin’ out of the house,” he says, the smile he gives me utterly distracting. Itdoesn’t help that he’s parading around in a tight tank and low-slung work jeans, with a smear of motor oil on his cheek. We end up having a quickie on his workbench.
The next day, Dominic asks to spend the day with me. He brings me to an empty parking lot. “I’m going to teach you how to ride a bike today,” he says. My eyes widen and I shake my head. “I couldn’t. I’m sure I’d totally fail.”
“You can do it, Princess,” he encourages, showing me where the throttle and the brake are located.
Terror races through my heart over the entire short ride, but by the time I’m done, that fear is replaced with adrenaline and exhilaration.
“I can’t believe I rode a motorcycle!” I say, flinging myself into Dominic’s waiting arms. “I did that!”
“Amazing job, Princess,” he says, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “Sometimes fear can be thrilling, under the right circumstances. I don’t want you feeling like everything we do is so big and scary.”
His words pierce me inside, making me realize that I’ve let fear hold me back for too long. “I get it. But I’m not sure I’m ready to do it again any time soon.”
“Fair,” he teases, ruffling my curls.
Despite the newfound peace, I still feel the lingering effects of being kidnapped. At dinner one night, Dominic drops a plate. The sound makes me jump, my heart racing as I struggle to catch my breath. Bastian's hand on my shoulder grounds me, but the fear lingers long after the noise fades.
Nightmares plague my sleep, dreams of Diego still holding me captive while his hot breath ghosts over my neck, the cool blade of the knife running along my cheek.
Those nightmares leave me restless and exhausted, often waking up in a cold sweat. Luckily for me, whenever thathappens, one of the boys is there to offer comfort and respite from the storm inside my mind.
Nearly a week after the incident, I’m finally ready to venture back to the place where it all went down. “I need to go back to campus,” I tell Caleb. “Can you come with me?”
His dimpled smile is instant and disarming. “Sure,” he says. “Do you want me to come into the building with you?”
“Maybe you could hang around in the hall while I talk to Dr. Thornton,” I suggest.
“Anything you wish, Princess,” Caleb says. We head out to the Firebird and I load my files in the back before climbing into the passenger seat next to him.
The nickname sends warmth through my chest and I nod, linking his free hand with mine. “Thank you for coming with me,” I tell him. “I know it’s silly to be scared.”
“You went through something difficult,” Caleb says, stroking his thumb over my hand. “It’s natural that you might still be spooked. You’re not weak for struggling. Talking to us about it helps, right?”
I nod.
