Chapter 6 #3
"After class, he has hockey, and then he's going to do something with his dad. It's personal, so if he hasn't told you, then I can't tell you for him. But trust me—he won't be back."
"Hockey with who?"
"He tried out for the team; he hasn't told you yet?"
"No. What team?"
"He's playing for the Wolverines."
"Wow…that's not…" That doesn't sound like something Elias would ever do. I remember what he said to me when I suggested he do the same thing—how angry it made him. He scared the shit out of me that day. "I mean, that's great, right? Good for him."
"Yeah, I was pretty fucking surprised, too.
" Dax leans in, brushing my hair behind my ears, and kisses my lips.
"Come on, Saige. Skip your classes and come back to the house with me.
It's cold, and it's rainy; I'll make coffee, and we can lie in bed together.
Nolan will be home around four, and I bet he'd be really fucking happy to see us together. Don't you think so?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's too soon; I don't want to get his hopes up. Maybe we should just…stop and think about this for a minute."
"Saige, I've been thinking about it…for weeks. You know what Nolan told me the other day?"
I shake my head.
"He said that if I didn't know what I wanted from someone, I should probably just leave them alone.
I know what I want from you; I don't need any more time.
I want to be done with that." He traces my jawline with his fingertips and smiles…
but it's a sad smile, not like the ones I'm used to.
"I think that…if you don't know what you want from me, you should probably leave me alone. It hurts too much, you know?"
"That's not it. I know what I want from you, Dax. I just…"
"You just don't trust me to give it to you."
"Yes," I tell him, lowering my gaze.
"Hmm…then we still have a problem, don't we, baby?"
Sighing, I lean against his shoulder, breathing him in. "I can't help it."
"Saige…" He holds me tightly against him. "What am I going to do with you?"
It feels good—being here with him, his arms around me, inhaling him. I know it hurt him, too. Maybe he did learn his lesson, and he won't do it to the next person.
Maybe he won't do it to me.
And he's right about my broken pieces—they're too sharp. I am too much like Elias.
"Just take me home," I tell him. "I miss you."
"Really?"
"I want to be with you. I don't want to be like Elias."
"You won't regret it. I promise." He stands and then pulls me to my feet, kissing me, his tongue slowly gliding over my busted lip before slipping into my mouth.
"Be careful," he says after pulling away.
"The glass made the floor slippery as fuck.
It's another accidental murder scene waiting to happen. "
I finally look around the darkened room at the mess I made, and panic sets in. "They're going to kick me out if they find out I did this."
"Don't worry, my little menace," Dax says, throwing his arm around my shoulders. "Your secrets, as always, are safe with me."
As promised, when we got to the house, Elias's car was gone. As curious as I am, I didn't ask where he was—not even when he texted to check on me. I just left it on read, like I always do.
Now, I lie against Dax's bare chest, his arms around me, trailing my fingers up and down his abs. He made coffee, changed into a pair of sweats, and then we spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon in bed, watching television and catching up.
Still, being in the house feels wrong. Even though—as much as I hate to admit it—I feel safer here. Dax always makes me feel safe; that's not the problem.
It feels like I'm doing something behind Elias's back, and in a way, I guess I am.
The front door opens and closes, setting off the alarm before Nolan disables it and heads upstairs. "Dax? Are you here?" he calls from his bedroom, the doors to the bathroom between both rooms open.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Why'd you set the"—he pauses, spotting me—"alarm. Hey, Saige. What's…going on?"
"We made up," Dax says.
Nolan looks at me. "Seriously?"
I nod. "Yeah, I think so."
"Well, I'm relieved." He pauses, looking at Dax. "But nervous."
"Nothing to be nervous about," he tells him.
"How'd this happen?"
I grimace, remembering the way I'd left the lab.
"You know," Dax says, "it doesn't really matter how it happened, right? I don't think we need to get into all of that."
"Yeah…the details aren't important."
"Well, that's not weird at all," Nolan says.
Dax smiles, threading his fingers into my hair, but then I feel them brush against the scar and jump back.
"What was that, Ripley? Surely, I haven't done something to piss you off already."
"It's not that. I just—I have this bald spot."
Nolan rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."
"It's really fucking weird, and so it's better if you just look at it and get it over with. That way I don't have to see your reaction when you find it by accident."
"Saige, I don't care about that," Dax says.
I turn, pulling my hair out of the way and showing him the same way I did Nolan. "See? There it is."
"That's not a big deal at all."
"Told you." Nolan sits on the other side of the bed, running his hands up my arms. "It's nothing to worry about. It's not as bad as you think. I'm glad you're here, baby—bald spot and all. I'm going to let the dog out and then set the alarm again."
Nolan kisses my forehead before leaving the room.
"See how happy he is, Ripley?" Dax asks. "I told you."
"Yeah…I know."
When Nolan comes back, I scoot over, making room for him on the bed, and then lie in the middle of the two of them. Dax pushes play on the television before grabbing his backpack full of processed food from the ground and holding it out to Nolan. "Hungry?"
"No," he says, making a face. "What is all this?"
"I stocked up at the cafeteria while I was staking out you and Saige earlier. It seemed like a good idea."
"What?"
"I don't know. I was drunk and had this vision in my head of like…hiding behind trees all day, waiting, doing recon, etcetera, and thought I'd need provisions."
Nolan snorts. "Dude. You're weird."
I laugh. "You are kind of weird."
"I should bite you," Dax says. "I should bite both of you."
I place my hand on his cheek. "I mean it in a good way. Anyway, you already bit me. It still hurts."
"What?" Nolan asks. "Where?"
I pull down my lower lip, showing him where Dax tore the flesh earlier.
"Jesus. It's turning purple."
"We're matching," Dax tells him, referring to his own busted lip. "And it came from a place of love."
"No, it didn't. It definitely came from rage."
Dax scoffs. "She's fine; we're even, right, Saige?"
"For now."
"Don't tell me you've got that bratty attitude back in you already," Dax says, bringing his lips to mine. "I thought I took care of that earlier."
He bites down on my sore lip. "Ah! Dax, that hurt."
"Sorry, baby," he says softly. "I'll be gentle this time—I promise." His lips meet mine again, and then he slips his tongue into my mouth, sensually tasting me while Nolan runs his fingers through my hair, watching us.
I reach under the blanket, dipping my hand under Dax's boxer briefs and wrapping it around his hard shaft, pumping it in my hand.
"Mmm, you missed my dick, didn't you, baby?" he asks against my lips.
"Yes…"
"We spoiled her for too long," Nolan says. The fingers combing through my hair trail down my neck and then over my chest before moving under my skirt, moving my panties aside. I gasp as he pushes them into my pussy.
"Probably why you've been acting like such a brat, huh? Is that it? Did we spoil you, baby? Did you have a hard time coping with not having two dicks to fuck and suck?"
"You ruined me," I say breathlessly.
"I like that," Dax says before pulling my shirt over my head. He runs his hands over my tits while Nolan fingers me, toying with my nipples before pinching them hard enough to make me yelp. "Ruined. You're never going anywhere, are you?"
My pussy clenches around Nolan's fingers. "Fuck…no."
"You can't let her come already," Dax says.
"You sure? She looks so sweet when she comes on my fingers."
"She's already ruined, Nolan." Dax rolls onto his back, pushing his sweats down his legs before discarding them, and then fists his hard cock. "Suck my dick like a good girl, Saige," he says.
I move between his legs, taking him in my mouth, licking and sucking the tip like a lollipop before sliding my lips down the length of him. I gag a little, but it doesn't stop me from finding a rhythm while he gathers my hair behind my head.
"There you go," he says. "Show me how much you missed it. I bet you can still taste yourself on my dick from when you came all over me earlier, can't you? Fuck…"
Nolan watches, pumping his dick in his hand.
I pick up my pace, and Dax pulls my hair tighter, pushing up into my mouth just a little bit, and I moan around him.
"Jesus, Saige…your mouth feels almost as good as your tight little pussy."
His head falls back, his eyes closing, and then Nolan grabs my shoulders, pulling me back.
"That's not fair," Dax tells him. "I was getting close."
"I know you were." Nolan wraps his hand around Dax's dick and pumps it in his hand. "Sit on it, Saige," he says.
I wipe my chin before licking my lips. "Okay."
I slip my underwear off before straddling Dax's waist. Then, Nolan fists the base and positions it at my opening. With his other hand on my shoulder, he guides me onto it. "There you go, Saige."
"Ah, fuck…" I moan as it fills me.
"That's it. That's my perfect fucking girl," Nolan says, wrapping his hand around his own cock again. "Ride him, baby."
I rock my hips, riding Dax's cock while Nolan watches intently, pumping himself. Dax groans, gripping my ass cheeks and urging me on.
"I bet that feels good, doesn't it, Saige?" Nolan asks, running his thumb over my nipple. "I know how good his dick feels."
"Yes," I whimper. "Fuck, it feels so good."