Deliverance

Chapter Forty Four

Maggie

I’m texting Sky while she’s on the plane back from her honeymoon. Kinda jealous she got to fuck off a few weeks before the semester was over, but then again, she’s basically the queen of Salem now. She can do whatever the fuck she wants.

Me: I’m surprised your fingers still work. I’d have thought you broke them off in one of your guys’ assholes by now.

Skyla: MAGGIE

Skyla: Holy shit. You’re really the worst, you know that right?

Snickering to myself, I nod as I type.

Me: All I’m hearing is a topic change, which means that I’m right. I knew your guys were into that shit. My gaydar goes off like crazy when I’m at your place.

The text bubbles pop up, then go away, then pop up again before disappearing.

Skyla: I am not doing this with you.

Me: I’m just saying, good for them. Good for you for being okay with it. Now, all you need is someone to play with.

Skyla: That’s what Liam and Wesley keep saying. The others would never go for it.

My eyebrows raise in surprise.

Me: They’d do anything you asked of them. If you want to experiment, all you’d have to do is ask nicely. Ronan would run background checks on all of them, Vincent would threaten them, Asher would hold auditions for you and Liam and Wesley would high five in celebration.

Skyla: It’s scary how you know my husbands almost as well as I do.

I laugh at that. I’ve gotten a little bit of bi-curious vibes from Sky since I’ve known her. I mean, to be fair, she came here an innocent virgin and was basically sold off to Asher. Outside of her vigorous sex life with the guys, she hasn’t gotten the chance to experience much else. Then again, she did grow up in an all girls boarding school, so what do I know?

“Why are you looking at your phone? You wanted to watch this movie,” Maryia snaps.

Sighing, I pocket it before focusing on the TV. I chose the couch in Maryia’s room while she’s laying on the bed in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of panties. She’s very obviously trying to seduce me the way she’s poking her ass out, but it’s not working for me.

“You know you could at least come lay with me,” Maryia whines.

I let out a heavy sigh as I shake my head.

“I’m fine over here.”

“Okay, Maggie. What the fuck is going on?” she says as she turns off the TV and faces me.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been ridiculously distant lately. You hardly touch or kiss me. We haven’t fucked in weeks. What is going on?”

I stare at her blankly, mainly because I don’t know what to say.

“Don’t play dumb, Maryia. You’re smarter than that. You know exactly what is going on here.”

She frowns. “You still want to break up with me? Even if it means I kill myself? You’re okay living with that?”

Irritation flickers through me. I knew she was manipulating me from the beginning, but this just further proves it. People who are suicidal often don’t throw it out as casually as she does. They suffer in silence. Maybe when they get to a tipping point, they will ask for help. Most of the time, though, by the time you figure out they are considering it, it’s too late.

Like it almost was with Bridgette.

Bridgette’s mental health struggles and Maryia’s are not even comparable. The fact that she knows Bridgette just went through that, that I went through it beside her, and yet she’s using it as a leverage tool, is fucking disgusting.

“Sure, whatever.”

She balks at me, her mouth dropping open.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah, I am. Look, I pacified you because I do care about you. I don’t want to see you go down that dark path, let alone act on it, but this is ridiculous.”

“What? My love for you?” she defends.

“No! You’re fucking blackmailing me to be with you! Don’t you want someone who wants you back?”

“You said that you wanted me,” she says, her voice wobbling as tears fill her eyes. “You said that?—”

“I lied!” I shout. “You were holding a goddamn knife to your throat, telling me you were going to kill yourself if I didn’t tell you those things. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Enough is enough. I’m done. I truly hope you seek help. I want only the best for you. That just can’t be me, though.”

Standing to my feet, I grab my bag before heading for the door.

“You’re just going to walk out on me? On us? Just like that?!” she screams.

I look over my shoulder at her and shake my head.

“Just like that.”

Slamming the door shut, relief like I haven’t felt in weeks takes over me. It’s like I can breathe for the first time. I really do hope Maryia is okay. I hope she works through her stuff, but her mental health is not my responsibility. I tried to be a good person, tried to stick with her, but she is so deluded, I can’t take it anymore. I have to prioritize myself, my happiness. Feeling lighter than I have in a long time, I text my human embodiment of happiness.

Me: I want to see you tonight. Where are you?

I reach the elevators in Parris dorm before hitting the button when Bridgette’s text comes through.

Baby B: Not much. Just relaxing.

A picture pops up following her text. She’s sprawled across my black bed sheets wearing my favorite Led Zeppelin shirt and absolutely nothing else.

Goddamn. My woman is delectable.

When the elevator finally reaches the ground level, I’m practically sprinting across campus to our dorm. I gave Bridgette a key a couple of days ago, even if we are leaving campus soon. I wanted her with me as much as I could have her. With us just putting a security deposit down on a condo in town, it looks like that will be our reality for the rest of the summer, starting next week.

I make it to my dorm in record time and practically burst through the door when Bridgette leans up on her elbows, giggling with that sexy smirk that drives me fucking wild. I practically pounce on her, throwing my shit to the ground as I slam the door shut and devour her.

“Oh my god! What has gotten into you!” she laughs.

I lift up the shirt, scattering kisses across her stomach before I smile at her.

“It’s done.”

“What is?” she asks.

“Maryia. Me. I walked out.”

Bridgette’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Really? So that means?—”

“You’re mine, baby. I’m yours. Forever.”

Her hand slips behind my neck, pulling me towards her as her tongue wraps around mine. I moan into her mouth as I undress as fast as humanly possible before she speaks in between kisses.

“I got us a present.”

“Us?” I question as I look to see the little black bag on my side table.

She nods. “Open it.”

Reaching over, I stick my hand inside, pulling out a long pink double ended dildo. My eyes come back to Bridgette, who looks shy all of a sudden.

“I thought it would be fun. I don’t know…”

Grinning, I nod. “Oh, baby. It’s going to be the most fun. How is my pussy doing? Is it nice and wet for me?” I ask, running my hand through her lips before pushing a finger inside.

Bridgette moans and nods as she practically drips down my fingers.

I take one end of the dildo, running it through her wet cunt before pushing it into her. She moans around it, her pussy pulsing until it’s about halfway seated inside her.

“That good?” I smirk.

“Yes. You now.”

Laying on my back, I slip one leg under hers and the other over as I line myself up to the other end. Slowly, I begin sinking myself on to the dildo until Bridgette’s and my pussy touch.

“Fuck! Oh my god,” she gasps.

“Yeah,” I laugh before choking back a moan.

Together we find a steady rhythm, taking turns fucking each other while fucking ourselves with it. It’s sloppy, messy, and way too much fucking fun.

“Maggie! Shit. Fuck, I love you,” Bridgette moans, her fingers digging into my leg.

“I love you too, baby B. So fucking much.”

The dildo hits me just right, and I try to keep my thrusts short, focusing on that spot as pleasure sparks through me again and again. I look over to see Bridgette playing with her clit, her moans becoming needier and more frantic as she loses it.

“Oh god. I can’t stop. Can’t stop. I—” She falls apart, screaming so loud, I swear to god the walls shake as my own orgasm slams into me.

We wring out every ounce of pleasure we possibly can from each other before collapsing onto our backs. We stay like that for several seconds, the dildo still filling both of us before we slowly pull it out. I toss it to the side, too sated from my orgasm to care where it ends up, before laying on my side, tangling my legs around hers. She curls into me, and I fall asleep to the sound of her perfect, steady heartbeat.

* * *

“Oh my fucking god!” a voice screams, startling me awake.

Disoriented, I blink rapidly, attempting to get my bearings as Bridgette does the same, before our eyes land on Maryia in the doorway.

Oh fuck.

“Wha-what the fuck is this?! You’re fucking your whore stepsister?! You’re cheating on me?” she screams.

I lay there, stunned. How the fuck did she get in my room? My eyes flick down to the key card in her hand. The crazy bitch made a copy of my key? Or swiped a master like I did.

“You! This is all your fault!” she snarls, her eyes going wide as she lets out a feral scream and attacks.

She pounces on Bridgette like a goddamn cougar, slapping, scratching, and pulling her hair.

“Bitch! Get the fuck off me!” Bridgette shouts as I try to pull Maryia off her.

I grab her arm to pull her away, but that still leaves her enough room to slap Bridgette across the face. The slap practically echoes through the room, and anger flares in Bridgette’s eyes as she makes a fist and drives it into Maryia’s face. Her nose explodes, blood beginning to pour down her face as she falls to the ground. Bridgette, looking like a badass and not giving a fuck that she’s completely naked, jumps off the bed, pinning Maryia to the ground as she delivers punch after punch. No slapping or hair pulling for her, it’s very clear she grew up with a brother.

“Fuck you! Crazy fucking bitch!” Bridgette screams.

I slide out of bed, wrapping my arms around Bridgette’s stomach as I haul her off Maryia, whispering in her ear.

“Easy, baby B. Easy,” I shush.

Her breathing is labored and ragged as she huffs and nods. I release her as Maryia scrambles to her feet, attempting to stop her nose from bleeding.

“I can’t believe this, Maggie. I just…” She trails off, her eyes closing. In a matter of a heartbeat, all the devastation wipes from her face as she turns to pin a malicious look at Bridgette. “I wonder how daddy dearest will handle me finding you two naked and in bed together.”

Bridgette’s eyes round as Maryia takes off, running through the door. I attempt to grab her before she leaves, but I’m unsuccessful. FUCK!

My eyes frantically whip around the room before I see a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. I slip both on as fast as I can, pushing my feet into my sneakers as I come to Bridgette.

“I’m going to go get her. I’ll fix this, baby. I promise,” I say as I take off running.

Of course, Maryia is already in the elevator. I debate waiting before I head for the stairs. Flight after flight, I skip two steps at a time, practically leaping and jumping from landing to landing.

When I finally make it to the bottom floor, my head whips around before looking through the front door. I see the back of Maryia’s head disappearing around a building. Shit. Heading off in that direction, I pump my arms and stretch my legs as far as I can, though I’m definitely no track star.

I reach the parking lot just as Maryia’s BMW is backing out of her parking spot.

“No, no, no,” I shout as I push myself to get there faster.

She sees me coming, rolling down the window as she shouts to me.

“You want to fuck around on me, you deserve what’s coming!”

“We were broken up!” I shout as I close in on the car.

She lets out a short laugh. “You expect me to believe this is the first time?”

“It is!” I lie, reaching out my hands for the side of the car.

“Bullshit! Get fucked, Bartlett!” she snarls, punching the gas just as I get a grip on her car.

I hold on for a second or two before I have no choice but to let go. My feet are still moving as I attempt to slow down before I bury my fingers into my hair.

“FUCK!” I shout into the quiet parking lot.

Heaving labored breaths because I fucking never do cardio, I slowly head back to my room. When I get there, I find Bridgette dressed, looking panicked.

“Did you catch her? What did she say?” Bridgette asks.

I shake my head and her face fills with worry.

“Okay, what do we do? I mean, if he calls, I just won’t answer. If he comes, I won’t go with him. Asher decreed there would be no punishment for anyone who is queer. I’m queer, right? So, we fall under that. Right? Right?” Her voice is rising higher and higher, anxiety bleeding through her words, as she struggles for breath.

Taking a few steps towards her, I rest my hands on her arms as I hush her softly. Her panicked, wild blue eyes tug at my heart as I nod.

“We’re gonna be fine, baby. I’m going to call Sky. Maybe she can give us some advice as to how to handle all this, or the guys can. It’s going to be okay.”

“You really believe that?” she asks vulnerably.

Not sure, but I’m not going to tell her that.

“Of course. Besides, we couldn’t keep it hidden from him forever. You’re out from under his thumb. You never have to go back to that house again. I promised I would never let anyone hurt you again, least of all him. We will be okay.”

She sucks in a deep breath, letting it out as she nods shakily. I give her an encouraging smile before it slowly fades. I hope I’m right.