Rage

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Thea

A snowball hit my shoulder blade when I turned, shielding my face. My lower lip pushed out in a pout. That was hit number five. I’d only gotten Hendrix once, and I was pretty sure he felt bad and stood still so I’d actually hit him.

“That’s five, baby. Game over,” Hendrix said. His lips curled in a silly grin, and he stalked toward me.

“Cheater,” I taunted, taking a slow step back.

“I didn’t cheat. You just have horrible aim.” He reached me, a finger grabbing ahold of a loose strand of hair, and he twirled it.

“Though, I should have put a wager on it.” His voice grew thick with lust, and like always, my stomach flipped with anticipation.

I liked the sweet sides to Hendrix, but I liked the primal part of him, too. The part of him that let his darkness shine through. It was rare, especially when he was able to take out a lot of his frustration with Parker.

But when he got that dark glint in his eyes, coupled with that dirty grin of his, I couldn’t help the excitement that fluttered through me.

“Yeah?” I asked, forcing myself to remain still. Unlike Calder, I never fought Hendrix’s commands. I enjoyed pleasing Hendrix while I loved the way my refusal to comply ruffled Calder’s feathers.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “What would you have put on the line?”

He tilted his head so his mouth was close to my ear. “I’d have told you that if you won, I’d drop to my knees in the woods and feast on that sweet pussy of yours.”

I groaned, still frozen in place when he pressed the palm of his hand between my legs. “And if I lost?” I asked.

“I’d have made you get on yours and swallow my dick.”

My heart raced. I inhaled the scent of his spicy cologne, and my mouth parted of its own accord, desperate to taste the bead of sweat falling from his temple. “We could play another game,” I whispered.

He chuckled, the warm air of his breath tickling my cheek. He still held me in place with his hand between my leg. “Should we play hide and seek?”

My eyes widened, but I didn’t respond. I wanted to play, but also, what if I got lost in these woods? I wasn’t familiar with the area, and we were closing in on sunset. That fear was something I’d have given into years ago. Before I knew the safety of the guys I’d fallen for.

I didn’t want to be scared anymore. It’d been why I left Paisley’s father and moved to a different state. But now, knowing that they’d do anything to keep me safe, the fear was more than just about dying or being hurt. It was an adrenaline rush that always ended in arousal.

I trusted Hendrix with every fiber in my body. So I nodded, yet couldn’t form any words.

Hendrix took a step back, the smile he was wearing one with excitement. He nodded once, then crossed his arms over his chest. “Run, kitten.”

The fear crossed with excitement, swirling liquid heat in my belly. My heart was pounding so fast that I could practically hear the rhythmic pounding in my ears. I didn’t waste a second and took off through the snow-covered trees.

The sound of snow crunching under his boots was already near, and I could tell he was already close to catching me. I tucked my chin to my chest and ran as fast as I could.

I was already getting out of breath. Running was never something that I enjoyed, and Hendrix was way more in shape than I’d ever be. It didn’t take him long to wrap his hands around my waist. He pulled my back against his hard chest and I shrieked.

“Not fair! You didn’t give me a head start.” I struggled in his grip, feigning a fight to get free.

“Of course not, pup. You didn’t really think I’d let you out of my sight, did you?” His hands gripped me tight while I softened my body, no longer interested in playing.

“No,” I said, my voice thick with the desire flowing freely in my veins.

A hand moved to my mouth, and he slid a finger inside. My tongue swirled along the salty pad of his finger, pulling a groan from him. Hendrix’s foot tapped against the inside of my leg. I spread my legs wide for him, and the hand gripping my waist circled to the small of my back.

“Get on your knees. Drop your pants.”

I glanced down at the snow covered ground. A shiver ran through me. “But the ground is frozen.”

“Are you protesting, kitten?” Hendrix asked. The finger in my mouth withdrew, and he used that hand to grab a chunk of my hair. His grip tightened as he pulled my head back. “I said get on your knees.”

“Sorry,” I croaked, dropping to the ground. He still held me by the hair while I undressed for him. The cold air hit between my thighs and I let out a gasp when his wet finger slid through the folds of my pussy from behind.

Hendrix let out a strangled sound of approval while he tortuously played with me. Each soft stroke of his digits causing me to push my hips toward him.

A hand gripped my ass, spreading it apart. “Fuck, Thea. You’ve got the most perfect little pussy.”

A finger slid inside and I cried out at the pleasure. I’d missed the sensation of being full, of having the ability to be so close to him.

“Always so ready for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He pumped his finger once, twice, then slid two more inside me.

“Hendrix,” I moaned, grinding my hips. My hands dug into the ground, clenching into fists in the snow. “Please, it’s cold.”

“It is, baby,” he said. “So fucking cold.” The crisp sound of metal unzipping filled the air, and a second later I felt the warmth of his cock against my entrance. “My cock is freezing. Will you warm him up, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed, throwing my head toward the sky.

Hendrix pressed against me, burying himself inside of me. The sudden fullness was intense, almost too much. There was a burning in my lungs, and I couldn’t help the cries of pain mixed with pleasure that left my lips. His fingers dug into either sides of my hips, each pump forceful and determined. I wanted more, needed more, but also knew I was on the edge of climax already.

My bare knees ached from the hard ground. They were wet and cold, and my hands were holding onto patches of grass, the snow melting from my body heat.

“Look at you, Thea. You take my cock so well,” Hendrix said. My whole body jolted, moving with each hard thrust.

Footsteps sounded in the distance, the crunching of snow and hard grass giving it away. Hendrix didn’t stop though. He continued his hard fucking, and I couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure that left me.

“What the fuck?”

I knew the voice belonged to Parker. I could also tell the anger that was rising from him.

Hendrix paused mid-thrust, the tip of his cock still inside me. “Hey, man,” he said. “Come to join?”

Parker’s steps were more hastily heard, and I tossed a glance over my shoulder. “Tell me you have a fucking condom on,” he said through gritted teeth. His jaw was taught and face red with anger.

“What?” Hendrix asked.

He pressed his hand against my back, stroking small circles to keep me calm. It didn’t help. Parker was still in the anger stage of grief, and I didn’t know how to help him. And that made me sad. My heart cracked every time I saw him shut one of us out, or react out of anger, and right now, that’s what was happening.

“Parker?” I whispered, pulling away from Hendrix. I grabbed my pants, hastily throwing them back on. “What’s wrong?”

Parker let out a sad laugh, his head shaking as he glanced between Hendrix and me. “What’s wrong? Everything is wrong.”

I closed the distance between us, reaching out to grab Parker’s arm. His jaw clenched, and I flinched when he took a step away from me. Parker had never been angry with me, never raised his voice at me, flinched away from me. This behavior broke my heart. I hated that he didn't want or need me. It made me sad for him, because this wasn’t who he was.

“All of you are acting like nothing happened. Like you didn’t carry a baby that we lost. None of you give a flying shit.” Parker kept his gaze on Hendrix. His fists were clenched at his sides. “And now you’re being so reckless that you’re fucking her without a condom. She’s not on birth control.”

My brows scrunched as my head jerked back. He’s barely spoken to me in weeks. How would he even know If I’ve gone to the doctor? “I’ve been on birth control, Parker. You’re completely checked out. We’ve barely spoken since the night before we lost the baby. So it’s really low of you to sit here and lecture Hendrix on safe sex.”

I inhaled, shaking my head. “Where were you when I couldn’t get out of bed, Parker?”

“I was dealing with it my way.”

“Yeah. You were dealing with it alone. You still are, Parker. I needed you, we all did. And you shut down. You don’t get to stand here now, acting like it’s not okay that we’ve gotten through the stages of grief while you’re still stuck alone trying to figure it out.”

Parker’s teeth cracked, the anger in him rising to near-uncontrollable levels. I wanted Parker to be able to do whatever he needed, and I knew there was no timestamp to get through loss. But I couldn’t spend much longer seeing him like this.

I shivered, wet sweatpants clinging to my body. Hendrix stood beside me, pulling me against him. “Let’s go inside, Thea. You’re cold.” He tugged me past Parker to head toward the cabin.

I stopped, grabbing Parker’s hand. He pulled it away, and I took it as the final go fuck yourself , before I continued to walk away with Hendrix.

“I’ve been punishing myself,” Parker whispered.

It was so low, I barely heard him. But Hendrix heard it too because he stopped us in our tracks and spun around to face Parker again. “Come inside.”

Parker waited a beat, then nodded. He fell into stride on the other side of me, and quietly we went back to the cabin.