Chapter Twenty-One
Lorelei
Six Days Later
T oday is the first day I am leaving the house after essentially everyone I know seeing me get shot.
They know I’m okay, or at least our employees do, because I’ve been doing my work and sending emails.
Mom and Dad are at the hunting cabin without service.
Cameron and Remington have been right by my side through the anger, the sadness, and the horrific nightmares.
The first night I spent having nightmares of getting shot over and over again.
Thrown into the mix were dreams about Tris and how I know she died.
The second night I didn’t sleep at all, but then they drugged me.
This time was different, though. It wasn’t for them to be able to play with me while I slept.
No, this was because I refused to sleep otherwise.
Today, we are flying to Seattle. Clay sent his company jet to us so that we could send ours to Florida. We paid the pilot to take it and sit for a few days so that it appears that we are somewhere we aren’t.
My arm is healing wonderfully. It hurt for a while, but it’s manageable now.
I got really fucking lucky. Andrea and Ross have questioned Remy and Cam numerous times on how they knew to save me, but they can’t seem to figure out why.
They understood why they were being questioned, and the best thing any of us can come up with is that they saw the person, but their brain didn’t retain anything because they were worried about me.
None of us have had sex all week. I have been so focused on work that by the time they make me stop, I have to go to bed. It’s not that I don’t want to; I just need to process things. I think they are mostly afraid of hurting me. I plan to break this dry spell while we are in Seattle, though.
Omar has all but disappeared, which tells me he’s guilty. It’s hard for me to understand why he would shoot me, but it’s looking like he did. That leads me to believe he is the one who killed Tris, but again, why? This has been the hardest to understand because he was my friend, or so I thought.
Tris’ body was finally released yesterday morning to the funeral home, and they cremated her immediately.
Now, I am holding her urn as we pull up to the jet.
I decided to take Tris with us because she always wanted to visit the west coast. I plan to spread a little of her ashes here so that part of her will always be here.
After I make three memorial necklaces, I will scatter the rest at a later date.
We want to move, but we need to decide where.
We’ve considered New Jersey or Rhode Island for obvious reasons, but we are not dead set on anything yet.
“Call if you need anything,” Ross says. “Local police know you will be out here, and you have the number for Detective Valerie Thomas. She should check in with you three at some point, but she will be available if anything happens.”
“Okay,” I say. “Thank you, guys.”
“You’re welcome. Please, be safe,” Andrea says. “Remember, no social media. Nothing online at all to avoid being traced. Use cash and use the burner phone we gave you.”
“We got it, Mom,” Cam laughs.
“Mhmm,” she smiles. “Be good.”
“We won’t,” I smile.
We get out, and the guys get our bags as I carry the urn. When we get on the plane, I place it with the bag in the compartment for luggage. The last thing I want is her ashes opening and going airborne.
“Need anything before we takeoff, guys?” The pilot asks.
“No, we are okay,” I say. “Thank you for this.”
“Not a problem,” he smiles. We didn’t want to have too many people involved, so we only have the pilot and co-pilot. It’s easier this way should anything happen. We are intentionally leaving late at night so we will have all day for the meeting.
“Come lie down,” Cam says.
“I’m okay,” I say. I go to sit, but he grabs me by the throat and pulls me close. “We are in public, Cameron.”
“Go, lie down. I’m not asking.”
“Bossy,” I say.
“Bratty,” he retorts. I stick my tongue out at him and while Remy laughs, I yelp when Cam suddenly yanks me forward and nips my tongue.
“You freak,” I laugh and playfully smack his chest.
“Sweet little sister,” he smiles and gently kisses me. “You let your big brother fuck your ass and begged for more. We are both freaks.”
“I’ll own it,” I say with a grin.
“Please go lay down, Lori. You need sleep,” he says.
“You need sleep too.” I frown.
“We will be in there once we are in the air,” he says. “I promise.”
“Okay,” I sigh.
I go back to the sleeping quarters and strip down to just a t-shirt and panties. By the time I get into bed, the plane starts moving. The bed has a built-in belt, so I fasten that over the top of the covers and close my eyes.
By the time we are in the air, I am almost asleep.
I can sense that the guys are in here, but I’m too tired to open my eyes.
The belt is taken off and they both get into bed with me before I am pulled against Remy’s chest. I snuggle up to him and Cam moves close to me so he can press his chest against my back.
They both wrap their arms around me and I fall asleep.
I wake suddenly to the feeling of hands on my thighs. My hands are behind my back and a blanket is wrapped tightly around my abdomen before the belt is pulled tight, keeping me tied to the bed. I lift my head up but groan and let it fall back down when I see Cam smile at me.
“Morning,” he smiles.
“Why am I unable to move?” I ask.
“Because I’m about to be mean.” He grins. I whine when he kisses up my thigh. Remy lies on the bed beside me and props up on his elbow to look down at me.
“Comfortable?” he asks.
“Mean,” I frown. “Why do I have to be restrained?”
“Because he is going to make you come until you call your safe word,” he says before kissing me.
“ Evil !” I say again, but even more dramatically. “Why?”
“To make sure you will actually say it,” he says. “It’s important that we know you will say it when you need.”
“Why?”
“Because we plan to fuck you at the same time in that hotel, and we need to make sure if we overwhelm you that you’ll speak up,” he clarifies.
“Oh…”
“When you’ve had enough, say apricot,” he says, kissing me again.
“Oh… my God,” I groan when Cameron flicks his tongue across my clit.
“You know… that first night. Cameron ate my come out of your pussy and ass?” he says. “You came so pretty for your big brother.”
“Oh, that’s good,” I pant.
“Who’s eating that pretty pussy, Lori?”
“Cam.”
“Who?” he asks.
“Cameron!”
“Who, Lori?” he asks again.
“Fuck,” I whine.
“Say it. Who is eating your pussy, Lorelei?”
“My brother,” I moan. “Oh, fuck! My brother is. Jesus, that’s good.”
Cameron is sucking my clit with three fingers deep in my cunt, moving them around like a goddamn expert.
These men know exactly how to play with my body, and I’m in love.
God, I am so fucking in love with them. I will happily burn in the hellfire just to let my big brother make me come one more time.
An orgasm suddenly hits me, and I moan, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking and biting my clit, pulling orgasms out of me back-to-back. As I move through my pleasure, I become desperate for reprieve.
“I can’t. Oh God. Please. Stop. I can’t. No more,” I beg.
“One more, Lori.” Remy smiles.
“Nooo,” I whine, and try to wiggle my hips to get away from his mouth.
He starts fucking me harder with his hand.
My legs are shaking and I am moaning wildly.
When it breaks, my arousal floods out of me and Cam growls as he drinks from me.
When the feeling fades but he doesn’t stop, I call out immediately.
“Peach!” I shout and Remy cackles. “No. Fuck… Fruit… Apricot. Stop it.”
Cam and Remy are laughing heartily as I try to catch my breath. “Peach?” Cam asks before kissing me, still amused.
“Let me go, you psycho,” I complain.
“And here I was going to be nice when I fucked you,” he smirks as he pushes my knees to my chest. Remy covers my mouth with his hand, and I scream into it when Cameron slams into me.
My eyes roll back as he starts to pound into me, fucking me to literal tears.
No holds barred; he pounds into me like he has a lesson to teach me.
It feels amazing in the most painful way.
By the time he comes, I can’t form words or anything more than a grunt.
Cam replaces Remy’s hand and my knees stretch back to my chest so Remy can slam into me. I scream again and shake my head, trying to get him to move his hand. When he does, his words surprise me.
“Go ahead. Beg for mercy,” he says mockingly. “Mercy is at our discretion. Go ahead. Say the word.”
“Fuck, it hurts,” I say tearfully. Despite giving the impression that they will continue regardless of what I say, Remington does slow down.
I hear a buzzing sound before Cam presses something to my clit.
I gasp and he covers my mouth as a mind-numbing orgasm rips through me.
The toy is sucking my clit and vibrating, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.
“There you go. Good girl,” Cam praises. “Relax and let him use your tight little cunt.”
Orgasms roll out of me, and I am nearly unconscious by the time Remy pushes deep to drain his cock inside of me. They unwrap me before cleaning my body. By the time they get me dressed, the plane is touching down.
“I’m so tired now,” I whine as Remy pulls me up to stand.
“We have a full day of meetings,” he says, kissing me.
“Boo,” I say.
“Come on,” Remy laughs as we walk out of the back room. Once we have the bags and Tris’ ashes, Clay steps onto the plane.
“Hey!” I say happily.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says as he hugs me. “I’m so sorry about Tris.”
“Hear someone tried to shoot me at her funeral?” I ask.
“Mhmm. They figure it out?”
“No.” I frown. “I think I have a guess, though.”
“Oh?”
“Someone I worked with at the club. His name is Omar. It doesn’t make any sense why he would try to kill me, but it’s the only thing that makes sense.
He disappeared right before I was shot and was in the back.
I’ve also tried to call him twice and he rejected my call both times.
He’s literally never done that,” I explain.
“Well, fuck him,” Clay says. “Let’s go grab some food and we can go to the office.”
“Food sounds amazing,” I remark.
“I already ate, but I could probably eat again,” Cam says casually. A blush heats my cheeks that I can’t hide with Clay looking at me. He narrows his eyes at me and I fold.
“Stop it,” I complain.
“Stop what?” Clay asks simply.
“Staring at me.”
“Sorry, can’t help it,” he smiles.
“Can we go?” I ask impatiently.
“Go on,” he laughs. When I step past him, he pokes me in the side, making me squeal and jump away.
“Now I remember why I hated when you three were together,” I say.
Clay moved here when he was seventeen, but they were pretty close.
They still are, just from a distance. It makes me curious if they trust him enough to know about me and Cam.
I assume so, considering Cam made a joke about it, knowing I could react that way.