CHAPTER NINE | CHERRIE
TIERAN NUZZLES THE curve of my neck over the spare coat he’d pulled around me earlier. His arms are tight around my middle, and I lean back into his chest.
“Where are we going?” I ask, watching from the front porch as Milo and Cal haul large, black duffle bags into the truck bed from the garage.
“Dunno yet,” he says. “Where do you want to go?”
“Somewhere warm,” I say automatically.
His finger tips my face up to his. “That’s where we’ll go then.”
It has been two days since my punishment and I’m still sore and throbbing. Sitting is a constant reminder of my actions, but I regret only the fact that I hurt them. If I had just stopped when they said and listened ... well, a lesson was taught about communication, and I’m going to hang onto it.
“I love you, Tieran,” I tell him because I want him to know I’m not going anywhere. That he, Milo and Cal are my world. That I’m in this with them.
He blinks, momentarily surprised before he breaks into a broad grin. “You’re not just saying that because I can find your g-spot, are you?”
My cheeks warm. “Not entirely.”
He smirks for only a second before his expression turns serious. “I fucking love you, too, chérie. A whole fucking lot. ”
“Hey, stop standing over there and come help,” Cal shouts from the driveway.
Tieran kisses me deeply before pulling back. “Can’t wait to see you in a bikini.”
Laughing, I watch him hop off the porch and hurry to help the others.
My men.
Criminals, absolutely.
Filth, debatable.
Rejects, without a question.
But mine.
I turn and slip back inside. I’d packed a cooler of sandwiches and another of drinks. I check both and do another walk of the house to make sure nothing is forgotten. Cal says we’re never coming back. The lodge has only been my home for a little over a week and I’m going to miss it. I keep telling myself it would be fine because we would find a new place far, far away from Jefferson and it will be our forever home together, but the lodge would always have my heart.
“Baby?” I turn away from the mudroom to find Cal wiping the sweat off his brow with a rag. “You okay?”
I sigh and nod. “I’m going to miss having you guys to myself.”
His boots shake the hardwood as he crosses to me. “You will always have us to yourself.”
“Not like this.” I turn and press my face into his chest. His warmth and strength envelop me, and I shut my eyes. “Am I being stupid?”
His finger tucks beneath my chin and my face is lifted to his for a slow kiss. “You are never stupid.” He skims my jaw with his thumb. “We’ll find a place like this and we will fuck you in every room and surface, and we’ll build you a home, Cherrie. We’ll take care of you and do our best to make you happy.” He kisses me again. “We might even consider buying you clothes ... one day.”
I burst out laughing and he grins down at me in my tights that have been pulled on and torn off so often they have holes along the seams and his sweater, and Milo’s socks and Tieran’s coat.
“You better make sure that house has really high walls or we’ll be giving the neighbors a show.”
He grunts softly. “Let them watch us bend you over and fuck you until you scream.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
His large hand slips beneath my hair to cup the back of my skull. “No. I’ll fucking kill them.”
Chuckling, I lean into the kiss, pulling away only when we’re both breathless. “One more time in the mudroom for old time’s sake?”
His hands are already twisting into my tights. Adding a new hole, but I don’t care as he lifts me up on the wooden crate.
His dick is still warm and nestled inside me when he brushes his lips across my cheek and murmurs, “Love you, Cherrie.”
My chin jerks up, eyes round with surprise. “You stole my moment.” He raises an eyebrow and I continue. “I was going to tell you I love you right as soon as I got my pants back on.”
His lips quirk into a grin. “I guess I can wait.”
I poke his side. “I love you, Cal.” because he makes me feel safe and protected. Because he loses control with me.
Large palms frame my face. “Even if—?”
“I love you,” I repeat firmly. “You. I love you.”
His groan vibrates against my mouth. “Get in the car before I fuck you again. Now!” he adds as if reading my mind which was thinking I would like that.
Grinning at him, I let him slide me off the crate. We straighten our clothes, and I take his hand as we leave the lodge. Milo and Tieran are waiting by the truck. Both pause in their conversation as we approach. Their eyes roam over me and I’m very aware of my disheveled appearance, but neither care as Tieran pulls the passenger’s side door open and helps me up.
THE END
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