Chapter 6 #4
"I'm so glad you two made up. You look so fucking good together." He tilts my chin toward him, watching intently while I roll my hips over his boyfriend's cock. "I can't wait to watch you come on him."
Nolan kisses me, and when he pulls away, I ride Dax harder, bracing myself with my hands against his tattooed chest.
"Fuck, that's it," Dax says. "Take what you need, baby. You're a spoiled fucking brat, aren't you?"
I'm so close, I can barely answer the question. "Yes."
Dax grabs my hair, using it to pull me into him, kissing me while he thrusts up into me. Just when I'm about to come, I feel something cold and wet running down my crack, and then Nolan nudges against me.
I cry out against Dax's lips, who holds me tightly against him while Nolan pushes into my ass.
My nails dig into Dax's shoulders. "Fuck!"
"You need to relax a little bit, Saige," Nolan says, touching my face. "You feel like fucking heaven, baby, you know that?"
I whimper, a single tear running down my cheek, and then take a deep breath, willing my body to relax while waiting for the pain to subside.
Nolan rocks his hips forward, fucking me into Dax, who groans, and then grips my thighs before doing the same.
"It's all right, princess," Dax says as they both thrust into me. "Just enjoy it; let us spoil you. I know you were about to come, weren't you?"
"Yes…"
I sit up a little, placing my hands on Dax's chest, bracing myself against the quick, powerful thrusts of Nolan's hips. "Oh, fuck. Oh…fuck."
"Look at you…" Dax says. "He's not going easy on you, baby, is he?"
"No…"
"He knows how to treat a fuck doll, doesn't he?"
"Yes…oh, god…"
"Fuck…I can feel you fucking her," Nolan growls. "I can't wait to watch you fill her with cum."
Nolan reaches around me, gripping my tits, grunting as he thrusts his cock into me, and my body remembers where it left off—on the edge of orgasm—and my legs begin to shake as I take them both.
"You're a good girl, Saige," Nolan says, his voice strained, before kissing my neck.
Dax pushes my hair away from my face before gathering it in his fist, forcing me to look at him. "So good, baby."
"I'm…I'm going to come," I moan, digging my nails into Dax's flesh while my body clenches around them. "Oh, fuck…oh, fuck."
"Jesus, Saige…" Nolan groans, pumping into me in long, hard bursts. His dick pulses inside me, filling me as I come apart. My breath heaves while I just barely rock my hips over their cocks, letting the orgasm roll through me.
It's intense. It's painful. It's almost too fucking much. My eyes roll back in my head, and I slump against Dax's chest.
Nolan pumps into me a few seconds longer, and then finally, he stills and pulls out. He stretches out next to us on the bed, watching us with wet hair stuck to his forehead.
And then, without giving me a chance to recover—Dax turns us over so that I'm on my back, barely missing a beat before he's fucking into me again.
"Dax…"
"Such a good little fuck doll, Saige," he rasps. "Fuck, I'm going to come, baby."
He slides his hands under my ass, gripping my cheeks in each of his hands, and comes inside me for the second time today. When he finishes, he lies next to me on his side and, with a thumb on my chin, guides my eyes to his.
And just stares.
"What are you looking at?" I ask, catching my breath.
"You," he says. "I just really missed you."
"I missed you, too."
I reach for the covers, pulling them over my body before Nolan wraps an arm around me and brings his chest to my back.
"It's fitting, isn't it? Both of us fucking you in that skirt again? It's symbolic," Dax says.
I laugh a little. "You think so?"
"I do. It's a good sign for our new beginning."
"I hope so," Nolan says. "I'll be back. I'm going to shower and change."
He kisses me before heading toward his bedroom.
"I should go shower, too," I tell Dax. "Do you care if I use the one downstairs?"
"No, baby, you can do whatever you want. That's your bathroom."
"Thanks." I climb out of bed and pull on one of his t-shirts. "I assume that means I can wear this, too?"
"Whatever you want. Just don't leave me."
"I'm not planning on it," I tell him as I step out into the hallway.
"That's why I set the alarm, you know—so you can't escape," he calls after me.
"Whatever. I know the code."
"You mean you knew the code. You don't know it now. I changed it the last time you left me."
I turn to make some snide remark, but the smile falls from my face when I see the pain on his.
He's not joking, and I did hurt him.
"I won't leave, Dax."
"Better not."
After a quick shower, I throw on Dax's shirt again and head upstairs. I lie in bed beside Dax, and he instantly pulls me into him, holding me against his chest, resting his chin on the top of my head. Nolan returns a few minutes later.
He runs his fingers through his dark, wet hair before sitting at the end of the bed. "Do you need anything from your dorm, Saige? Any medications or anything? I can go get them for you."
"No. I don't need anything else." And this time, I mean it.
Just as the words leave my lips, the alarm goes off downstairs, and I almost jump out of my fucking skin. Nolan rushes toward the bedroom door, freezing once it's disabled.
"What the fuck?" Elias grumbles downstairs. "Who set the goddamn alarm?"
Nolan looks at us, slowly closing the bedroom door, and then locks it.
"I thought you said he would be gone all night!" I whisper.
"He was supposed to be gone all night," Dax says. "He told me he would be."
"Shit…"
"Hey, baby…" I look at Nolan. "It'll be fine. We'll just stay in here and stay quiet. You and I can leave before he gets up tomorrow, okay?"
I nod. "Okay."
"But you should stay away from him tonight, Saige. It's his mom's birthday, and it's not a good day for him."
"Well…should he be alone, then?"
"Yes," Dax answers quickly. "He can only be alone today. You know how he is."
"Yeah, I do."
Footsteps pass Dax's bedroom door before Elias slams his own.
I feel guilty for sneaking around in his house. I shouldn't—he doesn't really love me, and even if he did, he kind of deserves it anyway, doesn't he?
"Hey, it'll be fine," Dax says. "We'll move to Nolan's room, and I'll order food, okay?"
"Yeah…okay."
After we eat, we turn off the television, and Dax and Nolan fall asleep, but I don't. I lie awake with Dax's arms around me, watching the fish tank.
He finally got it right and stocked it while I was in the hospital.
It's the first time I haven't been tired in weeks. I can see why Nolan likes it—the fish tank, I mean. It's peaceful. At least until I start thinking about the one Miles crushed beneath his boots that night and the way they flopped on the carpet while they suffocated.
My fingers find the molar hanging by a thread around my neck. It's a good analogy for my sanity, really.
They didn't see him that night—not like I did.
I worry he's more dangerous than any of them think.
I've gone over it in my head, trying to think of a scenario in which it could have been anyone else who did this to me.
I'd love nothing more than to find out it was another random monster, and that they caught him before he could move onto the next person who accidentally caught his attention.
Women know there are far too many of them. Maybe that's what it is—they're men, so they can't quite grasp the severity of the threat. They know they're bigger, stronger. They think he can't touch them because they walk around feeling untouchable.
But Miles is smart—smarter than they give him credit for—and he's already gotten away with too much for too long. He's probably gotten away with far more than even we know. Someone like that would feel invincible. And they won't stop until someone stops them.
I don't think I can look at the fish anymore.
I turn over, pulling the blankets up to my chin before burying my face against Dax's chest.
"You still awake?" he asks. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
He runs his fingers down my back for a few seconds before exhaling sharply. "Hey, Saige?"
"Yeah?"
"I told you I loved you—twice, I think—and you didn't say it back."
"It's not a good feeling, is it? Maybe you should go find your friends."
"Ripley, don't do that. I'm serious."
I swallow a lump in my throat. The words don't come easily—it's like every cell in my body is fighting to smother them out of existence, to keep that wall up, to keep me a little safer this time than I was before.
A little less vulnerable, less exposed.
I can barely breathe.
"I love you, Dax. You already know I love you."
He kisses the top of my head. "I love you, too."