2. WREN
It’s like the hot water just washes away the stress of the last hour, the moment I step under the spray. My shoulders relax as I just soak up the heat and steam. I feel Mav step in behind me, and I step aside so he can wash up, too. Feeling around, I try to find my shampoo, but right as my fingers reach for the hard plastic of the bottle, it disappears. “I said I would help you, Angel. Let me take care of you.” I don’t bother with a response, since I’ve learned it doesn’t matter what I say. These guys will do what they want, so I give him a nod of my head. “Good girl. Now turn around.” His hands grip my hips and slowly turn me so that my back is now facing him. “Lean your head back.” I do as he says and feel the cool gel touch my scalp a second behind Maverick’s fingers, gently rubbing it all in. His fingers do their magic and a small, satisfied moan escapes my throat before I can stop it.
“Does that feel good?” He asks and this time I nod because I don’t think I could even use my words if I wanted. “Good, now let’s wash it out.” He pulls me back against his firm soap chest and then pulls me back under the spray of water. I shut my eyes, blocking out the world as he rinses away the soapy residue. Soon after, his body presses against mine, urging me to forward. I feel his hard length nestle between my cheeks, and I try to ignore the needy whimper building. I must not have hidden it very well because Mav’s hot breath is against my ear as his hand glides across my stomach and down between my thighs.
“Do you need something, Angel? Are you feeling needy for me?” he purrs, the sound going straight to my pussy.
It takes a long second to breathe through my need, but I finally find the words. “Y-Yes. I need you.” And I do. I need something to help me process that I’m about to tell someone my deep, dark secrets and relive a nightmare I’ve been trying to forget. Mav can make me feel something, even if it’s just for a moment. I need to feel alive, to remember I made it out and have been free for years. I’m stronger than in my past.
Maverick’s finger skates across my skin as his dick twitches behind me. The asshole stops right before reaching my center. “Ask nicely.” His voice is thick with lust as he thrusts his hips against me, grinding his hard on against my ass.
“P-please Maverick.” He lets out a groan as his fingers finally dip lower and pinch my nub, causing me to jump a bit. Letting out a deep chuckle, his fingers dive lower until he is teasing my opening.
“I love it when you say my name.” Shoving his finger into my core, I’m instantly moaning out at the feeling of being filled by this man. “Now, just let me take care of you, Angel.” I slump back against his chest and let him fuck me with his fingers. In and out, in and out, he keeps a steady pace, and I must’ve been needing this more than I thought because I’m reaching a climax in minutes. My pussy flutters around his fingers, my back arches as a wave of bliss builds, but right as I’m about to crash over the wave into pure euphoria, Mav yanks away his fingers. I cry out in protest as my pussy tries to tighten around nothing now.
“Oh no, baby, if you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my cock.” Then he flips me around, hands gripping my hips, and then I’m lifted. The sudden change in position has my head spinning, the breath leaving my lungs in a gasp, and I immediately reach out and wrap my legs and arms around Mav. “Hold on, baby.” I feel him lean back, and then I feel him reach between us. Knowing what he is doing, I lean back a bit to give him better access. He lines himself up, his tip barely tickling my entrance. “Hang tight Angel. I’m going to fuck you till you see stars.” Before I can respond, Mav is slamming home and doing just as he promised.
Maverick wastes no time fucking me senseless, and I’m cumming in record time. He gives me at least two orgasms before he finally starts to chase his own high. His hands are gripping my ass so tight as he slams into me. I’m pretty sure I’ll have fingertip bruises on my ass tomorrow. Not that I’m complaining. His pace gets faster, harder, and I know he’s close. “Fuck. Wren, your pussy feels so fucking good.” Slam, slam, slam. “Shit. Fuck. Baby, I’m about to cum. Cum with me, baby.” He leans forward and his mouth wraps around my nipple and a second later, he bites down. The pinch of pain causes my body to tumble into one last climax as my pussy tightens around Mav’s shaft, milking him of his juices. He groans out, the sound long and low as his pace slows. We stay like that for another few minutes until we can catch our breath.
I loosen my legs around his hips, and he helps me slide down his body. Good thing we were in the shower because I feel a mess again. Without another word, Mav continues to wash my hair and body. We stay quiet as he switches to cleaning himself, just at peace with each other at that moment. The water shuts off, and I hear the door slide open. Reaching forward, I feel for Mav. I step into his space and feel for his chest before hugging him. “Thank you, Mav. Somehow, you knew I needed this?” His arms wrap around me tight, but he says nothing, and I don’t need him too.
I feel a towel wrap around me from behind. “Alright, you two, Xander is downstairs with food. Let’s not keep him waiting.” Jax says as he lifts me up and shifts me away from Mav. Jax mumbles something sounding like “lucky bastard” under his breath. But I can’t be sure because reality comes crashing back, ruining my peace. I now have to explain a part of my past that literally gives me nightmares.
“Princess. Everything will be okay. I promise.” Jax kisses the top of my head as he leads me back into the room to dress. I’m on autopilot as I dress in one of the guy’s t-shirts and a pair of leggings. Jax made me put on another pair of fuzzy socks and I appreciate it now as the guys lead me downstairs and to the kitchen. The smell of food wraps around, and my stomach lets out a loud grumble. One of the guy’s chuckle, before I’m being sat in a chair, a fork shoved into my hand and food being placed in front of me.
“Eat.” Xander says, and I sigh, deciding to just do what he wants right now. The longer I can stall, the more I can prepare. At least, I hope so. We all eat in silence, and I can only tell they are eating as well by the noises they make. My mind wanders to where I should start story time at, from the very beginning or from where it got bad. Or the reason he might have been so shocked to see me.
I finish entirely too soon and sit there, nerves rushing through my body as I fumble with the edge of the t-shirt. It smells like Xander, the whiskey and natural manly scent fill my nose the longer I sit and stall. Someone clears their throat, making me jump and snapping my head up in that direction.
“Let’s all move to the den. Wren, would you like a drink?” Xander’s tone is softer than before, and I think he realizes how much just the thought of explaining all this is affecting.
I take a deep breath before pushing away from the table. “Yes. I think that’s a good idea. I think you all should have one as well. This isn’t a pretty story.” With that, I turn and head toward the den, hands outstretched toward any furnishings or walls.
Here goes nothing.