Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Cash
S he’s nervous. And I couldn’t deny that making her nervous after she had already fucked three of my brothers filled my cocky soul with pride.
I bet she’s remembering how I took her virginity. How I stroked her slow to make those first moments of pain as enjoyable as possible, before I took her raw and rough, her smeared blood on my dick increasing my desire even more.
Even now, the way she observed my pocketknife with interest after I removed it from my jeans confirmed everything I recalled about our time together in the past.
“Crawl to me,” I demanded, waving two fingers in the air to motion for her leave the spot where she was kneeling in front of Seb to come to me.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“He won’t ask twice,” Darth informed.
She almost rolled her eyes at him, but she caught herself. Fucking brat. My eyes caught Darth’s, both of us shaking our heads at her blatant disobedience. I’d give her a pass today, but soon, we’d break her out of that shit.
I’d always been different than my brothers, but probably the most like Darth if I had to choose. Which is why I didn’t mind when he slowly walked behind her as she crawled, his eyes on the way her juicy ass jiggled, and her large breasts swayed with every move she made.
It was even sexier that her thick thighs were sticking together since they were coated with a mixture of my brothers cum. Proof that when she asked us to knock her up, we took that shit very seriously.
When she reached me, I looked down at my beautiful mess of a woman and ordered her to stand. She did so with a lot less attitude than she had my other request.
Her eyes lit up when I began rubbing my hands over the blade of my knife.
“Scared?” I asked, my voice low.
“No,” she stated, that one word kind of shaky.
I stepped closer, the knife tracing the air between us deliberately slow. She could have moved or protested, but her body betrayed her, locking her in place. The tip of my blade hovered near her bare shoulder, close enough that she could feel its chill without it touching her skin.
“Good,” I murmured, meeting her gaze. “This isn’t about pain. It’s about trust.”
“Trust,” she echoed, her voice barely audible.
The blade kissed her collarbone next with the slightest pressure.
“Still not scared?” I asked, my knife sliding downward as I traced the curve of her neckline.
“No,” she said again, this time without faltering.
I smiled, wondering if she realized that each no from her lips promised destruction and something I’d been dying to offer her since that memorable night—intimacy stripped of pretense. There would be no pretending with us. Nowhere for her to hide her true desires.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, removing my jeans since I had already discarded my shirt when Key and I were holding her up for Darth to catch her pussy juice in his mouth.
“I do,” she muttered.
Tilting my head, I studied her like she was a puzzle I was piecing together.
“This isn’t just about the knife.” My free hand brushed a fallen loc from her face. “It’s about letting go and giving me control. Letting me guide you through the fear of experiencing pain to find what lies beyond it.”
The knife moved lower, carving a small cut into the valley between her breasts, earning me a surprised gasp as I licked the drizzle of blood.
“Bring her to the futon,” I told Darth, who did as I asked. When she was in position, my eyes wandered over every part of Nyx’s gloriously curvy body while she laid there, waiting for me to cut her some more.
She has that look again. The same one she had the day I took her virginity. An expression that had been branded in my mind for years because it meant she liked pain with pleasure. Not wasting a second more, I placed a few more pleasure cuts on different parts of her body, hovering over her until she opened her legs to let me in.
“That’s it,” I coaxed. “Spread your legs open for me.”
She widened them more, allowing me to sink my dick into her wetness while I obsessed over the slight blood oozing from where I cut.
I licked every wound I placed on her body, her blood fueling me to pound her pussy as if she hadn’t just had three other dicks inside of her.
“Oh fuck, Cash!” she yelled, wrapping her legs around my waist and gripping the backs of my shoulders to keep me in place. As if I would go anywhere but be inside this addictive pussy.
Being with Nyx was like coming home from the war after being away from my family for the past few years. When I stroked her deep, she met me halfway. When I gripped her locs, she gripped mine right back in a painful way, but I loved that shit.
I came hard and rough, Nyx not fairing any better as she hollered and wailed into the air, thrashing her head to the side as she came for the umpteenth time today. My brothers were right there watching, each one of them ready to step in if she needed them in any way.
It seemed like our convulsions went on forever, my mind wrapping around the fact that she was in my arms again after all this time.
“That was …” Her voice trailed off, her eyes wide in awe as she observed each of us with love and admiration shining in her eyes. “I guess I didn’t know that sex could be like this.”
“It can with the right person,” Darth answered, gently rubbing her right cheek.
“Or people,” Seb corrected.
Key shook his head. “Nah, you both have it wrong. This shit was good between us because Firefly’s pussy picked up what our dicks were laying down.”
We all laughed at Key’s backward reasoning, each of us agreeing that what made everything special was the fact that all of us just worked together. As a unit, we made sense … we fit.
“Baby, you did so good. You handled our dicks like a pro,” I whispered, a smile lighting up her face at my praise.
Nyx’s body finally caught up with her as she passed out while we were talking. Darth picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, placing her in the center of the bed.
Although we had never shared a woman before, it was like we all knew exactly what to do because the woman in question was Nyx … the girl who had stolen our hearts before we even knew what falling in love felt like.
When I returned with a warm towel and aspirin, Seb had pulled a sleeping Nyx into his arms, while Darth was on the other side of her and Key was sitting at the foot of the bed.
I cleaned her up slowly, each of us enjoying the fact that we could study her uninhibitedly.
“Can we keep her forever?” Key asked, breaking the silence after she was all cleaned up.
“Of course we can,” Darth stated, linking his fingers in hers even if she was too knocked out to grasp them back. “She’s always belonged to us. It just took us all a while to get here.”
“She came to us because she’s also scared,” Seb said. “With her family’s history of ovarian cancer, she has every right to be concerned and take control of her future.”
“It’s not just that,” I told them, not wanting to reveal a secret while Nyx was sleep but needing my brothers to realize how monumental `it was that she was here with us today.
“We’ve always known that Nyx was strong as hell, but the kidnapping and sexual assault wasn’t the only thing she faced three years ago.” I brushed a few of her faux locs from her face. “She also had an abortion,” I revealed, my eyes still on her peaceful face despite the tension I could feel radiating off my brothers bodies.
“That asshole Tim got her pregnant?” Darth asked, trying his best to keep his voice low as to not wake Nyx. “We all could tell by the state we found her in that he had raped her, but I wasn’t aware she went through that alone.”
“She wasn’t alone,” I told them, leaning down to briefly kiss her lips, loving the way she smiled even in her sleep. “I was with her every step of the way. I took her to a creditable doctor, was with her at the appointment, and as you all remember, we took turns taking care of her the week she stayed here.”
“Until she pushed us away,” Key reminded.
“She was grieving,” I told them, my own emotions clogging my throat.
I finally lifted my head from Nyx to observe my brothers, not at all surprised by their empathetic expressions.
“Why didn’t you tell us before now?” Darth asked.
I shrugged. “I thought about it so many times, but telling y’all wouldn’t change the circumstances. Plus, I was devastated myself, but it didn’t seem fair when compared to what Nyx was feeling.”
“Shit,” Seb voiced. “I was afraid that was the case when you told us you supported her through it.”
“What was the case?” Key asked.
“That the reason I went with Nyx was to be there for her,” I told him. “But also, it was because there was no way of knowing if she had gotten pregnant by Tim … or me. The dates of me taking her virginity and him raping her were too close.”
“Fuck,” Key huffed. “Cash, that’s messed up.”
“I couldn’t watch her go through nine months of agony, especially if the baby ended up not being mine. Nyx would have dealt with it had I asked, but how could I?”
“And here I was fighting with you every chance I got,” Darth disclosed, his words full of guilt.
“You didn’t know,” I defended. “Besides, you can’t tell me that you all don’t think that despite how fucked up everything got, now felt kinda perfect.”
Our eyes all went back to observing a still sleeping Nyx.
“You’re right,” Darth stated, running his long fingers up and down the length of her body. “She has us now and we’ll protect her from everything.”
Truer words were never spoken. And after today, there was nothing she would do alone again.