Chapter Sixteen #3
“We did our first but cancelled the others at Adrian’s request,” Adam tells me. “I’m proud of you for opening up to Adrian this morning, Milly.”
“Is that why things were cancelled?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Yes. What is it?”
“Go sit with Ace, so he knows you’re okay,” he says, patting my butt.
I get up and turn to see Ace and Grayson are on the couch.
I contemplate what exactly I am going to do.
I am naked and wrapped in a blanket. Ace has tears in his eyes, and his face is puffy.
He thinks he hurt me again. This is the result of him panicking.
I look at Grayson and flick my eyes to Ace to communicate, and he smiles.
He must understand because when I step in front of Ace, he turns in his seat to watch us.
I drop the blanket to the floor before climbing into Ace’s lap. He is tense, so I grab his hand and place it on my breast. He moves his other hand up and squeezes me, relaxing a bit.
“I am not who I was then, and neither are you,” I say. “Those versions of us are dead—They died in that basement, and this is who we became in the wake of that.”
Ace moves his hands up to cup my face, and he is lost in thought. “Whatever it is, Ace, say it where she can hear you,” Grayson says.
“I have never wanted someone so badly before,” Ace says to me. “But I can’t be what breaks you again.”
“Ace, honey, you weren’t who broke me,” I say.
“I was seventeen, Milly. You were ten. I got you shot,” he says. “If you hadn’t ended up pregnant… Your dad would have been able to save you.”
“Mom kept it from him so well that he had no idea, Ace. He wouldn’t have been able to save me from something she trained me to keep a secret.”
“Milly…” he sighs.
“If you don’t want me or don’t want to even see if you want me, fine, but don’t make excuses,” I say.
“I do want you, and it makes me feel guilty,” he admits. I sigh and look at Grayson.
“He has a voice, Baby Girl. Do what your instincts want, and he will speak up if he needs to,” Grayson tells me.
I nod and sit back a bit. I unbutton Ace’s jeans and slowly work his cock out.
He is fucking huge, but there aren’t any memories suffocating me.
Saying out loud that we are different people now puts a lot into perspective, and to find him hard is exhilarating.
“Fuck, Milly,” Ace groans as I stroke him. His eyes never leave mine.
“What do you want?” I ask him. “I’m asking you, the thirty-one year old man who has busted his ass to heal from his past. I’m not asking that broken and abused seventeen year old that just wanted to go home.”
“I want you,” he says. “I never thought I’d be here, but now that I am, I want it.”
“If you want me, you have to understand that Grayson is who I will always look to first. That man has pulled me out of the depths of hell, and I owe him everything for never giving up on me. He has a special piece of me that I will never be able to match with anyone else,” I say.
“But you and Adam own a part of my soul that I can’t replicate.
Maybe this is just going to create an environment to make me codependent, but I don’t care.
I can need the three of you and still be a functioning adult.
I don’t know how you and Adam ended up taking a piece of my heart so quickly, but you did.
My soul is damaged, but I am not broken.
I am not the girl from that basement. I am not the girl getting shot by her uncle or even the girl so traumatized that I pushed my trauma off onto my dead sister that I was hallucinating—I am Milly Torres.
That is who I am now. For every part of my childhood, I have a scar to open, and I want you three to help me heal the way I should have been allowed to before. ”
“Is there anything you want to know before this step is taken?” Ace asks me.
“Are you into guys?” I ask. “Because I would love to see you and Adam gang up on Grayson.”
“I am, and I planned on it,” Ace says with a smirk.
I lift up, and he holds my hips as I position myself.
When I lower down on him, I gasp. Seeing him and feeling him are two different things.
A painful memory stabs through my mind, but he pushes me down to force the rest of him inside me, and it overwhelms my thoughts.
“Adam,” Ace grunts before turning and lying back. He grabs Grayson’s hand before he can get too far away and pulls him down next to us. Grayson smiles mischievously at him as he pulls his cock out.
Grayson and Ace keep eye contact as he pushes to the back of Ace’s throat and starts to fuck his mouth.
Ace is sucking him, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
That is, until Adam steps behind Grayson and pulls his cock out.
Grayson opens his mouth and extends his tongue, and I moan.
I am rocking my hips, desperate to come now.
Ace is getting brutalized, but so is Grayson.
After a few minutes, Adam stops and moves behind me.
Grayson stops, and when he stands, I know all three of these men are about to fuck me up.
Adam starts by dripping lubricant on my ass, and Grayson covers my mouth.
I whine, but Adam suddenly slams into my ass.
My scream is muffled, but as soon as I quiet down, Grayson holds the sides of my face and pushes to the back of my throat.
Ace starts to move, and I am fucking done for.
Together, Grayson, Adam, and Ace brutally fuck me. It’s not a matter of how many times I come, because the entire experience feels like one massive orgasm with waves of intensity.
At some point, I hear the office door open, but they don’t stop, and I am in no state of mind to do anything about it.
By the time they all come, though, I am floating high in the clouds.
I can tell they are working together to clean and dress me.
I am then placed in Grayson’s lap, where I curl up and bury my face in his chest.
I am vaguely aware of Grayson and Adam explaining everything. At some point, Dad’s voice is here, and I freak the fuck out for some reason. I suddenly sit up, and Grayson tries to hold me for a moment, but releases me. I go straight to Dad. He hugs me tightly, and I am shaking as I start to cry.
“What’s happening?” Ace asks.
“Sometimes we just need our father,” Grayson says. “And she has that now.”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Dad says. He kisses the top of my head before I pull back and wipe my face.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just freaked out,” I sniff.
“Well, honey, you were pretty fucking out of it over there. You probably just didn’t expect me to be here,” Dad says with a smile. “Go sit and let Adrian look at your hand.”
“Wha…” I say, but when I look down at my hand, I notice that my fingers look like they have lost circulation. “Ew.”
“Come sit,” Adrian laughs. I sit back on the couch between Grayson and Adam. Ace is in the armchair while Adrian is sitting on the ottoman in front of me. Alania, Brentley, Raul, Derek, and Dad are standing.
“Why does it look like that?” I ask.
“You just need to take the brace off for a bit to let it swell a bit more freely,” he says as he gently takes the brace off. When he takes the bandage off, my face curls up at the sight of my puffy hand. “Do you have a first-aid kit in here, Grayson?” Adrian asks.
“I do,” he says as he gets up.
“Are you like a doctor or something?”
“No, but I have trained in first aid for injuries that might happen when doing a scene,” he says. Grayson comes back and sets the duffle bag beside Adrian.
“I’m pretty sure he has that because I used duct tape to bandage a cut once,” I say, and Alania cackles. “Is it supposed to look like that?”
“Eh… It looks like it might be getting infected. I’ll have antibiotics called in for you,” he says as he opens a drape of some sort across our lap so he can place my hand palm up on his knee.
“I feel like something is not being said right now,” I say.
Adrian glances up at me, and I see a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
He looks back at my hand, and everyone is dead silent as he gently cleans around the stitches with saline.
The swelling caused it to bleed a bit, so he is careful as he cleans the blood off my hand.
“Greg is dead,” Adrian says simply. It feels like someone has dumped a bucket of cold water on my head.
Everything around me starts to spin, and I can’t hear anything.
My eyes are glued to my hand as I watch Adrian clean it.
When I look up, there she is, only different.
She is a mirror image of me. As I stare at her, it’s not Molly I am looking at, it’s me. I am seeing myself.
“Grayson,” I hear Dad say, but it’s distant.
“Just give her some time,” Grayson says. “She needs to find her way out on her own.”
“Me,” I whisper.
“What is it, Milly?” Grayson asks, rubbing my back.
“I see me,” I whisper again through tears. “It’s not Molly. It’s me.”
“Don’t force it away. Keep yourself grounded in reality, but don’t try to force it,” Grayson says.
“Isn’t that just enabling the hallucinations?” Raul asks.
“No,” Adam says. “She has blocked so much out, and her brain is trying to self-preserve.”