Light From The Dark: Protecting What's Theirs, page 16
He shifted, leaning over to place a light kiss on her cheek. “We’ll do everything we can to make sure she wants to stay.”
He carefully slid out of bed, slowly, as if any sudden movements would have a bomb setting off in the room.
“You want a little help?” He gestured toward my adorable trap. I hesitated for a minute. No, I didn’t want to leave. I was uncomfortable as hell, and it was everything I had hoped for. But I nodded because I had to piss like a racehorse. He maneuvered the pillow to take the place of my arm while I slid out as slowly as he had, being careful not to pull any of the strands of hair that had wrapped around me like a boa constrictor.
As soon as I was free, I bent over to give her cheek a kiss, brushing back some strands of hair so they wouldn’t tickle her face, grinning when she snuggled deeper into the pillow, hugging it the same way she had done my arm. We both walked into the bathroom, and I breathed out a sigh of relief as I used the toilet while he flipped on the water to get hot in the shower.
We grinned at each other when we stepped in together after brushing our teeth, immediately getting into each other’s space. Our kiss was hard in a way that it wasn’t with her. I relished the hard muscles under my hands, a rumble coming from my chest as I took in all that he was. Yeah, I fucking adored this man.
We broke apart, and he handed me the body wash after pouring some into his own hands. Together, we washed up, eager to get back to our girl.
“Will it always be like this?” I asked as I glanced toward the closed bathroom door.
“Wanting to get back to her? Not wanting to leave her even long enough to take a shower? Yeah, probably.” He ducked his head under the water, rinsing the soap and shampoo from his body. “It’s intense.”
All I could do was nod in agreement. After rinsing off, I shoved him up against the wall. “Love you.” His breathy response warmed my insides as I kissed him again before pulling away and shutting off the water. We quickly toweled ourselves off and walked back into the room to see our little princess sitting up in bed, blinking in confusion. As soon as she saw both of us walk in completely naked, her face grew red. The color starting from the tops of her breasts that were barely covered by the sheet she clutched.
“Hi.” Her shy greeting was enough for my hard cock to turn to stone. I placed a knee on the bed and crawled up to her, forcing her to drop back onto the pillow.
I grinned before swooping down for a closed-mouth kiss. “Good morning, dollface. Sleep well?” Her face grew even redder as she nodded. “Good.” I gave her another kiss as Ethan climbed up on the bed next to us and placed his own kiss on her cheek.
“I have to, umm, go to the bathroom.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I know the feeling. You can use ours if you want.” I sat back, giving her space to sit back up and shuffle to the edge of the bed. “But, baby?” She looked back at me, trying to keep the sheet with her as she slid out of the bed, an impossible feat since both Ethan and I were on top of it, holding it in place. “Hurry back. We aren’t done with you.”
She nodded quickly and then darted to the hall instead of our bathroom. I watched as her ass cheeks jiggled with her movements and sighed. Nope, I would never get enough of her. I moaned as Ethan wrapped his hand around my cock, giving it long, leisurely strokes.
She returned quickly, wrapped in a towel, beads of moisture still clinging to her flushed skin. Standing just inside the doorway as she watched Ethan taking my cock down his throat. I gestured for her to come to the bed, but she shook her head. At my raised eyebrow, she explained. “I really want to watch you. If that’s okay?”
Ethan pulled his mouth from my cock and glanced back at her. “Sugar, you can do anything you want to do.” He stroked me from where he was kneeling over my relaxed body lying in the middle of the bed. “But, there’s something I’ve been dying to try.” He gestured with his finger while giving her a devilish look. I had a feeling I knew where this was going and braced myself as she took slow steps forward.
He grabbed the towel from her body, tossing it to the floor. For once, I ignored it and focused on the woman he pulled in and onto the bed, not stopping until he had her legs spread and her pussy perched over my face. A deep groan rumbled out of my chest as I looked up to see all that beautiful pink hovering over me. I didn’t hesitate to reach for her hips, yanking her down to my mouth.
I ran the flat of my tongue over her entire cunt, tasting the wetness from her shower along with the moisture that was all her. After that first initial taste, I dove in, sucking and giving her small bites to her clit, letting her flavor burst on my tongue. Fuck, yes. Even though I could hardly breathe, I knew I could die a happy man at that moment. It didn’t take her long before her legs started shaking. Before I could send her over the edge, Ethan pulled off and slid her body down until she was hovering over my erection.
My protest at losing my morning meal died in my chest when he grabbed my cock and held it up before lowering her slowly down. I had to clench my eyes closed as her warm, wet heat enveloped me. I felt her do a full body shiver as I stretched her wide, my piercings dragging over her walls. As soon as she was fully seated, I opened my eyes to see her above me, looking like the goddess I knew her to be.
I placed my hands on her hips as she rested hers on my chest. I lifted her a few inches, then allowed her to slide back down. Our groans mingled together as I lifted my hips to meet hers. As I continued the slow strokes, punctuated with a hard thrust, I heard a bottle of lube open. Images of both of us being inside her at the same time flooded my brain, making my cock jerk hard. I knew it was too soon for that and suspected the lube had a different purpose than getting her ready for both of our cocks. My suspicions were confirmed when I felt his fingers reach down between us to finger my asshole.
I spread my thighs wider, giving him better access while Casey took over the movements, lifting and lowering herself. She looked over her shoulder and widened her eyes as she realized what Ethan was up to. I felt a rush of wetness coat my dick.
“You like that, huh? Knowing that our man is getting me ready to take my ass while you ride my cock?”
“Uh-huh.” Her breathy moan sent another flare of arousal through me.
Ethan pushed on her back between her shoulder blades and shuffled closer, making her lie down on top of me, her pillowy breasts pressing flush against my hard pecs. He lifted my spread thighs, placing them over his as he got ready to penetrate me. It should have been an awkward position; I was sure that there were easier ways to accomplish a three-way, but nothing could have stopped what was coming.
Ethan leaned over her, placing the tip of his cock at my ass, and pressed in steadily until he was in as far as our position allowed.
“That’s it, sugar. Grind that pussy while I fuck Brent.” His dirty words made her even wetter as she rolled her hips against the root of my cock. “Soon, it will be your ass I take as you ride him. Would you like that, sugar? Having both of your men’s cocks inside you at once? Maybe one day we’ll both take you here.”
I felt him slide his finger between us, stroking along my cock and around the opening of her pussy. His words and actions almost had me going off as my fingers flexed in reaction, gripping her hips harder.
“I—I don’t think…” she stuttered out as she shivered almost violently.
“Don’t worry, sugar. If that day ever comes, we will make sure you are nice and stretched out for us.” He turned her head to kiss her deeply, then separated from her mouth so he could take mine next.
I didn’t think it was possible, but her whines and moans grew louder while her pussy got even wetter. She had no idea that he was just teasing her, but the thought of having both of us in her pussy at the same time was obviously a turn-on for her.
As Ethan continued to plunge in and out of me, Casey ground her hips, moving as much as her limited space allowed. She rubbed her clit on the root of my cock with every rocking motion. The whole scene was hot as fuck, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. The dual sensations were nearly overwhelming.
Before long, her body began to shake, and I felt her pussy start to flutter around my cock.
“Fuck, she’s about to come, man. I hope you’re almost done because as soon as she does, I’m going off, too.” I growled out my warning before kissing her deeply, swallowing her cry of pleasure.
Ethan didn’t answer, he just began to pound me like a man possessed. Every movement added additional pressure on Casey’s rotating hips. When she froze, holding her breath for a long second, I knew that she was going to explode all over me. When she let loose, I was done. I lifted my chin toward the ceiling and shouted out my own release, letting jet after jet of hot cum shoot off inside her, until it began to slide out from between us.
Just a few more punishing strokes were all it took for Ethan to off-load inside me. He pulled out slowly, then collapsed in a panting heap next to me while Casey just lay sprawled on top of me with little aftershocks running through her body.
Pure. Heaven.
Twenty-Five
ETHAN
We spent the entire weekend getting to know each other better. We didn’t spend our entire days in bed, but it was close. Brent only left to run to the pharmacy for a morning-after pill and the largest box of condoms the store had. With most of the town knowing us, I was sure he’d had plenty of questioning looks, but he gave about as many fucks as I did. Let the entire town speculate on what we were up to. They could all eat a bag of dicks. What we did in the privacy of our own home was no one’s business but ours.
I knew we were facing the first hiccup in paradise when I just asked about the scar on her back. I had a feeling it had something to do with her time in captivity, but her immediate reaction confirmed it. She jumped back from me as if I had zapped her with a cattle prod instead of just running my fingers over her wet, soapy back.
I wrapped my arms around her and just held her still, letting the steady fall of the water in the shower soothe her. As I felt the speed of her heart gradually decrease, I grew increasingly angry. Not at her, never at her. No, I was enraged at the person that tried to destroy her body and soul. All I had was the story I had found on the internet. I knew she wouldn’t want to talk about it, but I also knew that it would help her if she told us what happened.
I turned her around by the shoulders and lifted her chin with a finger. “Sugar, I need to know.”
She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her eyes changed from sadness to determination as I watched. At that moment, I was so proud of her.
“I thought it would be okay.” She shook her head at the memory. “It was stupid. They had warned the whole town about it. Especially young women. It was all over the news. You couldn’t turn on a radio or a tv without hearing about the Castle Killer.” She looked up at me, gauging my reaction. I just nodded without reacting, encouraging her to continue.
“So I stupidly walked home from work, the same as I did every night. I was only a couple of blocks from my apartment when a hand reached out from between two buildings and yanked me into the darkness. I didn’t have time to scream or put up a fight.” She raised her hand to her neck, and I held back a cringe. “I’m pretty sure he injected me with something because the next thing I knew, I woke up naked inside a large dog cage. You know, those ones that people keep in their homes?” I nodded to let her know I understood. All the while, my insides twisted.
“It was so cold. I remember laying there shivering so hard my muscles ached. I lost track of time. Eventually, I didn’t feel the shakes so much anymore. That was nothing compared to when he showed up.” She swallowed hard, and tears started brimming in her eyes. “There was another girl with me. Her name was Megan. Instead of being in a cage like me, she was chained to a metal table in the middle of the room. When he came, he would—” Her tears finally broke free, and she threw her arms around me as she started sobbing.
“The things he did to her! It was awful. I couldn’t watch.” She pulled back to look up at me. “I was a coward. I couldn’t watch.” She shook her head emphatically. “I couldn’t watch.”
I brushed the tears away. Wanting to hush her, to calm her down, but she continued as if she needed to tell the story. I had the feeling she hadn’t really talked about it, not completely.
“After the last time, when her cries stopped. When he—when he killed her, before he left, he opened my cage door. He left me a bottle of water.” She shook her head again. “At first, I didn’t notice. But you know how those cages have latches on both the top and the bottom?” I nodded because she seemed to want me to understand. “He didn’t fully latch the bottom one and left the lock off. I don’t know. Maybe he thought I was too weak to get out, or he didn’t think there was any way for me to fit through.” This time when she met my eyes, hers were full of pride.
“But I did. It took me a while. I had to bend the bottom of the door open, and there was hardly any room to maneuver, but I was finally able to squeeze through.” She reached behind her, touching that long pink scar. “It’s kind of hazy. I remember pulling myself to my feet and not being able to stand very well. There was so much blood. I know I had to break the handle off the door. I think I was just acting on instinct. The next thing I knew, I was walking through a perfectly normal looking house and out onto the street.”
After she stopped talking, I cupped her face and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I’m so proud of you, Casey. That was very brave of you. It took a lot of courage to escape, even though you were so afraid.”
She nodded, though her eyes said she didn’t feel very brave. She let out another heavy sigh. “I moved back in with my parents. But after several weeks of the police being unable to catch him, my parents begged me to leave.”
My body grew tight. They kicked her out? What the actual fuck? It was her turn to calm me. She rubbed her hands down the stiff muscles in my arms.
“No, it wasn’t like that, I promise. They gave me some money and told me it would be safer if I went on the road and traveled far away. I got on a bus and paid for my tickets with cash using a fake ID that my dad got me somewhere. I don’t know where. I didn’t ask. No phone, no ID, no trail. He couldn’t track me.”
I didn’t like it, but it made sense. It was all they could do for their little girl. “The FBI couldn’t put you in WITSEC?”
She shook her head. “They said they didn’t have space and that I didn’t qualify.” Her shrug was helpless. “But it brought me here. To you and Brent,” she whispered.
I brought my forehead down to hers and breathed her in. “Oh, sugar. I hate that you went through any of that, but I am so glad that you ended up here.”
We stood like that for another few minutes until the water began to run cold. I helped her out of the shower, handing her a towel and using a second one to dry her hair. Once we were done toweling off, she smiled at me hesitantly. “Thank you for listening to me.”
“Of course, sugar. Anytime you want to talk about it, we are here for you. Both of us.”
She nodded, then gestured toward the door. “I’m just going to go get dressed in my room. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
I watched her walk through the door and smile up at Brent, who I knew had been standing at the door since the beginning. She reached up and brushed her hand over his chest as if she were trying to soothe him the same way she had done with me. He pressed a hard kiss to her lips and then to her forehead without saying a word. Then, he, too, watched her walk away.
He gave me a hard look, and before I could say anything, he turned to stalk out of the room. Likely heading back to the kitchen to finish whatever needed to be done for our dinner. I quickly threw on a pair of sweats and rushed after him, hoping I could stop him before he did anything we would all regret.
“I’m not leaving,” were the first words he said to me when I entered the kitchen. He was plating the lasagna that was still piping hot, the steam wafting up from the pan on the stove.
“Good,” I grunted back.
“She’s going to hate me. Fuck,” he slammed down the spatula. “Sometimes I hate myself.”
“She’s not going to hate you.” My words were hollow. Someone who had been through what she had might not understand the demons that raged inside of him. I did, and my family did. That was why my uncle allowed him to use his farm to dispose of the bodies. It was why my cousin provided him with syringes filled with a sedative. What Brent was having a hard time coming to terms with was that the people he killed weren’t the same, and he wasn’t the same as the serial killer that was after Casey.
“Why would I hate you?” The soft voice coming from the entrance to the kitchen had both of us freezing. She stepped forward, looking at both of us in turn, before her gaze settled back onto Brent. “Why would I hate you, Brent?”
He collapsed in the chair nearest him and just stared at her, unable to speak. I stepped toward her, holding my hand out, not knowing what I was going to say or do but knowing that this was about to go very, very bad. “Sugar…”
She fixed me with a look before turning back to where Brent was slumped in his chair, looking defeated. “Brent?”
He looked up at her, sadness and shame burning in his eyes. “I’m a killer, dollface. I kill people. I’m just like the man you are running from.” He snorted, a distorted grin tugging at his lips. “You have shit luck, baby.”
She shook her head and took a step back. “No. No, you’re…” She glanced around the kitchen helplessly and waved a hand. Then she looked at me, a pleading look in her eyes.
“Maybe it’s time that she hears your story, babe.” My words were for Brent, but my eyes stayed locked on Casey as she swallowed hard. Her eyes swung back to where Brent was still slumped in his chair, staring at the floor. He shook his head and chuckled but didn’t say a word.
Casey took a tentative step forward. Her voice was small, pleading when she begged. “Please. I need to know. I need to know you’re not…”
