Chapter Thirty-Five
Blair
I have not been able to sit down. My mind is racing with all the possibilities of everything that can go wrong. Nobody has called me. No texts. I have nothing but my thoughts and those bitches are not helping me. I have chewed off every fingernail I have. My leg is throbbing alongside my right side. They told me to take it easy, how can I fucking sit still now? I’m in the kitchen talking to myself out loud when a shooting pain sears through my chest, and I grab the cabinet and bend over.
My hands are sweaty, and I feel the beads roll down my forehead- I’m overdoing it. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through my nose when I feel a hand on my back. I gasp, lean up, turn around, and punch the guy trying to help me.
“Oh fuck!” He grabs his nose and rushes to the sink.
“What’s going on in here?” another man comes into view and looks from me to the man hovering over the sink.
With a raised brow he looks at me, “I… I’m sorry, he startled me.” I raise my hands and then place them back on the counter because the pain is still intensifying.
“You don’t look so good,” the man pinching his nose huffs .
“Yeah, I was just coming to make sure she was ok. Who knew something so small could carry a fucking punch like that.”
I look at my phone again and it's way after three in the morning. I grip the counter when I try to walk but god this fucking hurts.
“Want some help?” the man offers, and I debate it but decide it’s probably for the best.
“Have you taken your meds? Wyatt told me you were supposed to take them about two if you were awake.” I shake my head trying to focus on my breathing and not the knife stabbing through my lungs.
He holds out his arm and I grab it tighter than I meant to. I look back at the other, he’s stopped the bleeding and is now cleaning up.
“I’m sorry. I was in my head about…”
“Don’t apologize, I shouldn’t have snuck up on you after everything that has happened. Since you punched me and made me bleed, guess you earned the right to my name, Silas,” I smile at him, and he turns back to finish cleaning.
“Do I get to know your name?” the man walking me to the couch smirks.
They are both handsome, which is highly annoying. Does everyone who works with Wyatt and Kade have to be so attractive? Shit even Hailey is gorgeous. They both have similar features, which makes me think they are related somehow. Tall, muscular with sharp jaw lines. They are wearing all black, with a bunch of weapons hanging off them. I know they are probably sculpted by gods like the rest of them. Both of them have dark brown eyes and sandy blonde hair.
“Are you two related?” I can’t help but ask.
“He’s my brother,” Silas says from the kitchen .
“Trent, my name is Trent. And yes, that ass hat is my brother,” I laugh then regret it instantly when my lungs feel like they are on fire.
“I’ll grab her medicine and some water,” Silas says behind me somewhere.
We finally reach the couch, and I sit down, my body hurts all over and the adrenaline that was keeping me going, is now fading. Silas comes back with the bag of medicine and a glass of water, and I graciously take it. I take the pain medicine and rest my head on the back of the couch. “He should be home by now,” I say more to myself than to anyone else.
“You should try to sleep. He’ll come wake you when he returns, he always returns,” Trent’s eyes are unreadable, but I have to believe what he says because I have no other choice. My body is crashing. I reach over, take a sleeping pill, and sip my water. Sitting back on the couch, I sigh when the pain subsides enough for me to breathe without pain.
I feel my eyes grow heavy and I must have fallen asleep. Because when I open my eyes, I am still on the couch and the sun is shining through the windows. The windows are open. I sit upright and look around. I see nobody and I mean nobody.
No security, no noise, no Wyatt. But I can’t help myself from calling out, “Wyatt?”
I walk to the kitchen and find it empty. I make my way to the bedroom and when I open the door- I gasp. Standing at the far end of the room is a man in a mask. The same mask that was worn when a certain someone came to visit me at my job. “Wyatt?” looking around, I call out again, but the man shakes his head.
I gulp and back up but when I turn around the door is gone. A solid brick wall is behind me now, I start to panic and search for the door .
“What do you want?” turning around I find the man a few feet from me.
He points at me, the mask morphs into something sinister, and I scream. I try to run but everywhere I run leads to the same place. Laughing, all I hear is laughing. Then before me lays Wyatt, unconscious and bleeding. “Wyatt!” I rush towards him, but I’m trapped. Trapped and I can’t reach him, I can’t touch him, “Wyatt!” I shout again, my voice breaking. But nothing, nothing happens.
Elena stands before me in a dark-covered room. Bloodied and beaten. She’s saying something but I can’t hear the words. She’s crying, sobbing, screaming, and thrashing then she stops. Her dead cold eyes stare at me and then I hear it, “KADE!”
I jump up and start frantically searching for her, to get to them all. I feel my shirt sticking to my sweat-covered chest. My heart is racing, and my breathing is heavy. “Wyatt!” I scream.
Soft hands. I feel a soft hand on my arms. I look down and feel them to make sure I am not still dreaming. I choke on a sob when I turn around to meet a pair of blue eyes I have been missing. I don’t hesitate and throw my arms around him, and he pulls me to his chest.
“Shhh, I’m here,” his voice breaks through the fog of my dream and I slowly become more aware that I am, in fact, awake.
He kisses my forehead and then I remember, “Elena?” I pull away and he gives me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“She’s at the hospital. I stayed to make sure she was going to be alright, and she is. She has some deep wounds but nothing major and will be leaving tomorrow.” More tears stream down my face and I hug him tighter .
“Thank you. Thank you so much for saving her. Where is Kade? I need to thank him and make sure he is ok. I have a weird feeling…” I feel his body tense and I shut my mouth.
I’m afraid to move. To breathe. To blink. I force myself to move back. My heart pounds in my chest, I don’t even want to look, I know something is wrong. I meet his gaze, but he isn’t staring at me. He’s away, far away. His body is rigid, and he seems to be stuck in a memory. I reach my hand out and place it on his face, his eyes instantly go to mine and he grabs my hand. He brings it to his lips and places a soft kiss on my knuckles.
The playful, possessive look he used to give me is gone. And I wouldn’t know how much I missed it until now. His jaw is clenching and unclenching. Even though he is holding me tenderly I can see the fight within him. He takes a deep breath, “Kade’s dead.”
Time seems to stand still. “This can’t be happening,” I whisper between sobs.
I’m trying to stay strong for Wyatt, but my heart feels like it’s shattering into a million pieces. Kade, the loyal friend who made the one girl I thought could never fall in love- fall in love with him
“Does she know?” I slide onto the floor and press my back against the bed.
He sits next to me on the floor and inhales sharply, “Kade died while Elena was in his arms. I stayed at the hospital until they gave her something to sleep. Elena will be ok physically, but mentally…” he trails off and my heart bursts.
I reach for him, but he backs away. I can see the hard lines of his jaw. His breathing becomes heavy, and he stands up, “I have to go back and get him. He can’t just stay there.” He looks at me and I slowly get up .
“Wyatt,” I say his name, but he ignores me and continues his soliloquy.
He starts pacing and then he picks his phone up and starts dialing numbers until someone answers. He is yelling, shaking, and completely out of control. I have never seen this man not in control before. His calm exteriority has crumbled and before me is a broken boy who lost his brother.
“Wyatt,” I say a little louder, but he doesn’t hear me.
I hear Stuart on the other end, and Wyatt keeps repeating, “We have to get him.”
I walk in front of him, yank the phone from his hand, and throw it on the couch. His eyes change from frazzled to deadly in an instant. It makes my hands shake and I gulp but don’t back down. I reach up and grab his face with both of my hands, “Wyatt!” I say louder, almost screaming.
He snarls at me and grabs my hands “You’re playing with fire, Little Dove.”
The nickname has my body reacting to his dangerous threat. I step into him, and he watches my every move. He lets go of my hands and I take the opportunity to lean up and pull his face to mine. I do the only thing I can think of to calm him down. I capture his lips in a soft kiss of a plea to come back to me.
He doesn’t kiss back right away, but I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. Something seems to click because he starts kissing me back. He pulls me to his body and I swear it reacts automatically, and melts into his. His hands roam my back and he grabs my ass. With one swift motion he lifts me, and I yelp.
“Wyatt!” I break the kiss and see his hungry eyes searching mine.
He needs this .
“Out!” He shouts and I hear footsteps leaving the room and a door shut.
I didn’t even know we weren’t alone, but I don’t care. Right now, he needs me, and I need him. He sets me on my feet in the middle of the living room. He takes a few steps back and starts to circle me. My pulse quickens as he watches me like prey. I follow him with my head when he disappears behind me, I turn slightly. “Don’t move,” his words are husky, dangerous.
I feel the slickness between my thighs and clench them together. I hear a movement behind me and then he appears to my left. He tilts his head, “Strip.”
“B…But-”
“Now,” he leaves no room for discussion.
I take a deep breath and with shaking hands, I pull my shirt over my head and slide down my shorts and thong. His eyes roam my body and I shiver involuntarily.
“You’re mine,” he says as he steps into me.
“Yes,” I meet his stare.
“Nobody will fucking touch you without losing a hand.” Alex comes to my mind, and I gulp.
“Who do you belong to?” he whispers in my ear as he runs a finger across my collarbone and disappears behind me again.
“You, I belong to you,” I say with a shaky breath.
He moves my hair to the other side as he kisses the spot on my neck that makes my knees weak his hot breath leaves goosebumps on my skin. “I won’t lose you,” I don’t respond.
He gently slides his hand down my side and over my scar and I hiss. He freezes, “Are you hurting?”
His voice is so serious it catches me off guard, considering I’m still picturing him railing me from behind because god I fucking love it when he uses me.
“Hmm?” I murmur, and he chuckles .
He turns me around abruptly and I gasp when I’m face to face with him. “Are you hurting?” I shake my head and he smirks.
“So, if I do this, it doesn’t hurt?” He trails his hand lightly over my ribs and the scar on my chest.
I clench my jaw and shake my head. “You’re a terrible liar.”
I sigh, “Fine, it hurts. But not a lot, just when you touch it.” He places his forehead on mine and laughs.
“You were going to endure pain, a pain I personally cannot control, just because you want me to fuck you?” I bite my lip but nod.
His handsome smirk is back but he backs up. I reach for him, but he grabs my wrist first and shakes his head. “You should rest.” I sigh.
“I don’t want to rest.” I take a step towards him.
I can see the outline of his cock pressed against his sweatpants. I take my hand free and trail it down his body, surprisingly he doesn’t stop me.
“Let me make you feel better.” I lick my lips and drop to my knees.
“Blair,” he warns, and I smile innocently at him.
“You’re right, I probably shouldn’t but you can. There isn’t anything wrong with my mouth.” I pull the sweatpants down and his massive cock springs free.
I make eye contact with him when I grab the base- he hisses.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.” I lick my lips and run my tongue over the tip.
His hips jerk and I smirk, “Shhh, accept it.”
He snarls at me, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes. He hates not being in charge, but he wouldn’t tell me no right now .
I spit on his length running my hands along it to coat it. He’s breathing through his nose, and I can tell he is trying to not lose control- for my sake. I lick the tip then take him in until he hits the back of my throat and I gag- I hear him groan. I make eye contact as I start bobbing my head, licking and sucking the best I can. I swirl my tongue around the top as I take him in deeper. His hand grabs my hair and I know I have won. His grip becomes painful, and he pulls me off him with a pop.
He smacks my face with his brick-hard cock, and I open my mouth as he shoves his cock all the way in. My nose is hitting his pelvic bone, and I can stop the tears or the gagging. He holds me there, “Take it like the good girl I know you are.” His praise, gives me motivation to keep going. I’d do pretty much anything as long as he called me his good girl.
“Mmmm, just like that,” he says as I gag again around his cock.
I try to push back so I can breathe but he starts fucking me instead. My pussy is dripping, and my clit is throbbing painfully- wanting attention. He lets go and I pull back, coughing as I try to breathe. Before I can fully catch my breath, he is shoving me back on him. I moan around his cock. “Fuck!” He groans, as he grabs my head and holds me still.
“You wanted this, remember that,” he snarls, as he begins to roughly fuck my mouth.
The only sounds in the room are my gagging on his cock and his breathy moans. Drool runs down the sides of my mouth, dripping to my chest, and lands between my thighs making it more wet than it was originally.
“Is your pussy throbbing yet, Little Dove?” he taunts, and I nod as best I can.
He pulls out and steps back. I cough and spit up precum. Sucking in sweet oxygen. He bends down and when I look at him, my body ignites. This look, the look on his face right now, is the look he gave me the first time in the club. Like he owns me and there’s not a damned thing I can do about it.
He grips my chin and smirks, “You are so pretty when you cry for me.” I whimper.
“Does your pussy crave my cock?” he whispers in my ear.
“Y… Yes,” I whisper.
“Get on your hands, ass up.” I am happy to oblige this time.
“If you-” I interrupt him.
“If I hurt, I’ll tell you.” He takes a deep breath.
I feel his fingers rub down my ass over my hole and then he finds his way to my clit, and I moan as soon as he makes contact.
“So needy for my touch.” he smacks my ass.
I feel him line up and push the tip in, I squeeze my eyes shut at the burning sensation.
“Did you think I forgot about when you hit me?”
“Wyatt,” I warn, and he chuckles.
“I'll see if you can change my mind, and maybe I'll let you come.” Before I can respond, he thrusts into me fully, making me arch my back as the sensation of being completely filled overwhelms me.
I can tell he’s holding back. When I feel him pull out, I meet his thrust with my own and I push him all the way in, and he groans. His hands grip my hips, “That was bad, Little Dove.” I smile.
I start moving on my own and he stops me right before I come, he pulls out and I scream frustrated.
“Wyatt!” He laughs.
“You think you deserve to?”
“Yes,” I grit out. He runs his fingers over my throbbing clit and pinches. I yelp .
The pain turns to pleasure as his other fingers slip inside me, “So fucking wet for me.”
He lets go and without warning, slips his cock in me and starts pounding me so hard my body is being thrown forward. “Face down,” he commands, as he pins my hands behind my back.
I can’t do anything but moan incoherent words. “So fucking tight and mine. You are fucking mine!” He shouts and plunges into me harder.
I feel my orgasm rising, my pussy clenches around his cock and he groans, “fuck, you feel so good.”
“Wyatt please! Please let me come!”
He pounds into me harder and faster, and I can’t hold back anymore. “P… Please,” I beg, and he smacks my ass.
“Come on your cock Blair, now.”
My body obeys and I feel myself release all over him so much that it’s dripping down my legs. A few more pumps and he grabs my hair and pulls me up and he growls into my ear, “Mine.” Then he bites into my shoulder, and I scream- coming again. “Such a good girl.”
When we finish, I collapse onto the floor, while he slides out of me and sits on the floor next to me. Tears sting my eyes as I fight back the sob that wants to take over me. My heart breaks for my best friend and the man I love. Love? When did that happen?
I sigh and sit up. "You should go get him. I can make some arrangements if you want?" I say softly, trying to reach out to the man lost in his thoughts.
I stand up and put my shirt back on along with my shorts. I hold my hand out to him, and he looks at it for a moment before making eye contact with me. Hands grab my arm and pull me down to sit on his lap .
“Thank you, Little Dove. You don’t understand how much your being here is helping.” He nestles into my neck and kisses me softly.
“We should shower and make the calls,” I whisper.