Chapter 24 #2
After he drops me off, I go inside, strip down to just my t-shirt and underwear, and then crawl into Elias's bed, pulling the covers over my head.
Closing my dry, heavy eyes, I beg for sleep—for just a few hours of relief from the ache.
And maybe when I wake up, it won't feel like such a big deal anymore.
It won't feel like the end of something.
I don't know how long I lie there before the door opens and closes. I don't bother pulling the covers back and see who it is, either, but I guess I already know.
Dax climbs under the blankets beside me, our noses touching. "There you are, princess," he says, pushing my hair away from my face. "I didn't hear you come in. Are you okay?"
"Yeah…I think I will be. It just hurts right now."
"If it makes you feel better, it hurts me, too. I love him, too. It doesn't feel right, you know?"
I nod. "I do know."
"Should we day drink about it?"
"Probably not. That didn't work out so well for us last time. We might need to work on our coping skills."
"Well, that doesn't sound very fun. You want to go to the gym and watch Nolan work out?"
I laugh a little. "Kind of. But I didn't sleep last night; I'm tired."
"Well, turn over. I'll rub your back for you."
I do as he asks, closing my eyes again, my breath slowing as his hands run up and down my spine.
"My mom and stepdad are making me go to a therapist," I tell him.
"Eh, you don't need therapy. You're perfect."
"Alex said something about me and Elias. He said we're toxic together…and he has a unique perspective."
"But so do you. So do I. And from the inside, it doesn't look so bad. What do you think?"
"I think I'm happy—I mean, I'm not particularly thrilled right now.
But I'm happy with him…and you and Nolan.
I think maybe a part of me worries he's right, and it'll wear off while he's gone.
I don't want it to wear off." My words start to bleed together as sleep becomes inevitable. "I like the bite."
"Feelings like this don't just wear off, Saige. I think you know that."
I hear him, but just barely, and I don't answer.
I finally fall asleep.
It's after midnight when I finally wake up. Between the hangover and the heartache, I slept the entire day away.
"Hey, there, sleepyhead," Dax says as I come downstairs.
He and Nolan sit in the dimly lit room, watching television. I slept the entire day, and I'm still tired.
"Is there anything to eat?"
"Yeah, there's a burrito in the fridge for you, baby. Extra jalapenos."
"Thank you."
I grab it and then sit beside Nolan with Dax on his other side.
"You okay, Saige?" Nolan asks.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Um, have you talked to him, though? He called while I was sleeping, but he didn't answer when I called him back."
"I did," Dax says. "When you didn't answer, he thought it was a Level 5 Emergency. I told him it was fine, and he said he was going to take a nap and then go out with his new teammates later."
"I guess he's probably been passed out for a while, then. They're three hours ahead of us."
"You know what we need?" Dax asks.
"Therapy?" I offer.
"Probably," he says. "But no; I still say fuck that. A fucking vacation."
"Oh, yeah. I would take a fucking vacation."
"Where do you want to go, princess?"
"I don't know…Mexico?"
"Mmm…I don't know. Too hot for me," Nolan says.
"Oh, yeah. I should have thought about that—sorry."
"Banff, then," Dax offers.
I shrug. "Yeah, I'd go to Banff. Fair warning—I can't ski. I have a feeling you're a skier."
"I'm an excellent fucking skier," he says. "Nolan's not bad, either. We'll teach you how to ski. I'll book it now for spring break."
"Okay."
I get up, throw my trash away, and grab a beer before sitting beside them again with Arcadia stretched out at my feet.
"I forgot to tell you—I declared a major yesterday."
"Did you?" Nolan asks.
"Yep, pretty much scrapped my whole schedule. Psychology…and creative writing."
"Really? Are you going to diagnose me? In writing? Actually, don't…I might not like to see that," Dax says.
"I could probably do that right now," I joke. "But I realized with all of these reporters calling me and emailing me all day that I probably have something to write about. I haven't felt that way in a while. My mind was just…too clouded with self-preservation."
Nolan squeezes my hand. "I know what you mean."
"Well, we're all in our soft era now," Dax says. "I hope you're both ready for it."
I am. As long as I can keep some of my sharp edges—as long as our love is still the kind with teeth.
But fuck, I miss him already.
The front door opens, startling all three of us, and Nolan leaps off the couch, fists clenched, putting himself between us and whatever's on the other side.
Elias sets his suitcases down in the entryway, and then, wordlessly, hangs his coat and slips off his boots.
I blink hard, wondering if I've finally fucking lost it. I mean, it would make sense. I've seen some shit, and now I've lost my goddamn mind, and I'm imagining Elias came back for me.
Nolan shakes his head before dropping down on the couch again. "Jesus. You scared the shit out of me."
"Um, did you forget something, bro?" Dax asks.
"Whatever. Scoot over, Saige."
Still partly in shock, I move closer to Nolan, and Elias squeezes in with the three of us on the coach, throwing his arm around my shoulders. "Who won the game?"
"The Canucks," Nolan tells him.
"That's good news for you, Saige."
"What are you doing here?"
He shrugs. "I don't know. I got there, checked into my small, sad apartment in temporary housing, and it just didn't feel right.
I was supposed to go out with my teammates later, and I just thought, I don't want to go.
I don't care about any of these fucking people.
So, I went back to the airport, instead. "
"So…you're staying here?"
"What? Mad you have to give the car back?"
"But what about hockey?"
"I'll keep playing for West Pine. I like those guys better, anyway."
"It is West Pine Batman, after all—not Toronto Batman. That just doesn't sound right," Dax says.
I shake my head. "But you won't be able to go pro."
"Oh, well." Elias shrugs again and then takes the beer from my hand, bringing it to his lips before adding, "I'll just coach some greasy high schoolers; I'll take it out on them. Besides, Dax is rich and Nolan is going to be a surgeon—they can take care of us. We're a family, right, Nolan?"
Nolan smiles. "Yeah, we are."
"I'm okay with that," Dax says. "I might even help you coach those greasy high schoolers."
"What if you regret it?" I ask.
"What if I let this slip through my fingers? I'd regret that a lot more, Saige. You're not trying to get rid of me, are you?"
I sigh and climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thank you," I whisper.
"I'd do anything for you, baby," he tells me. "Our parents are going to be pissed, though."
I scoff. I wonder if he got the speech about how toxic we are, too. "Yeah, they will be."
As I rest against his shoulder, Elias begins tracing the anatomical heart tattooed onto my forearm—the one that matches Dax's, with a 'D' and an 'N' hidden in the barbed wire.
"You know, I might need to carve my name into your skin, too," he tells me. "It's only fair."
"It's already there," Dax says.
"What?"
He leans over, grabbing my wrist, and then turns my arm over. "Right here, see? It's an 'E.'" I look at Dax, my brow furrowed. "What? Don't be mad. Old habits die hard, baby."
"I'm not mad. I love it."
I love them.
Anyway, they've already left a mark on me, just like Dax said. Some people might say it isn't a good one, but there's nothing I can do about it now, and I wouldn't want to.
Because I do love the scar.
Elias grips my hair, pulling my head back before bringing his mouth to my neck. "What do you think, little sister?" he asks as his lips lightly graze my skin. "You okay being stuck with a monster forever?"
"My monster." I turn, straddling him. His hands find my hips and the hard ridge of his cock grinds against my pussy, causing me to gasp.
"Careful with her," Nolan says. "I bet her little ass is still sore."
"Is that true, Saige?" Elias asks. "Are you still sore? I can't tell by the way you're rolling your pussy over my dick, baby."
"Yes…"
"Then why are you acting like you want to get fucked like a whore?"
"She can't help it," Dax says from behind me, pushing my cami down until my tits spill over the top. "We've ruined you, haven't we, Ripley?"
Elias's mouth finds my nipple, flicking it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. "Yes…" I answer.
"You've been through a lot, baby. You deserve this.
" Dax's hand dips into the waistband of my leggings, his fingers rubbing my clit while I grind against Elias's dick.
"Nolan, why don't you go get the handcuffs?
We can lay our little fuck doll down on the kitchen table and take turns fucking her pussy. You think you'd like that, fuck doll?"
"Of course, she would," Nolan says. "Look at her—she's shaking already." He grabs my chin, kissing me. "I'll be right back."
Elias carries me to the table, laying me on my back before removing my clothing. Then, Nolan reappears, a pair of metal handcuffs dangling from his finger.
"You sure you're okay with this?" he asks. "I mean…after what happened."
I nod. "I'm sure."
Slowly, he closes the cold cuffs around my wrists. "How does that feel?"
"Tighter," I tell him.
He squeezes both cuffs until I feel them against my skin, biting his lip as dark eyes drink me in.
"Tighter," I say again.
Each cuff clicks twice more and then Elias grabs the chain, pulling hard, and I cry out, gritting my teeth. "Yeah, I think that'll work," he says.
"I have something else for you, Saige," Dax says from the other side of the table. I tilt my head slightly as he smooths a few stray hairs away from my face.
"What is it?"
He pulls out a blindfold. "We're going to play a little game…called guess who's dick is fucking your pussy."
"Easy. What do I get if I get it right?"
"You get to come all over it," Dax says.
"What if I come all over it anyway?"
"Then you get your fucking ass beat, Saige," Elias says.
"What do you think this is?" He leans forward and palms my tits, running his thumbs over my nipples before shaking his head.
"So fucking eager to let your brother and his friends wreck your pussy.
Aren't you at least a little embarrassed about what a desperate slut you are? "
"Yes," I whimper, knowing what he wants to hear. "I'm ashamed, but I can't help it. I'm addicted to it."
"Blindfold her," Elias tells Dax.
The blindfold covers my eyes before the lights and television turn off, sending me into darkness. The room is still—eerily quiet for a minute—and I wonder if maybe they've left me here, bound, naked, and helpless, my legs dangling over the edge of the table.
And then I hear a shuffling around me, like clothes dropping to the hardwood floor.
I wait impatiently, my clit throbbing, the room silent again...
"Hello?"
Then, someone tugs on my cuffs, bringing me to the very edge of the table. My legs fall apart as their cock nudges against my entrance and then runs up my slit, taking the time to tease my clit.
I already know it's Nolan. But I don't want to say it yet…just in case. I really need to come.
Someone else grabs my legs, holding them against the table, and he finally thrusts into me, filling me. "Nolan…" I moan. "It's Nolan."
"That's right, baby," Nolan says.
Thank fuck.
After Nolan, it's Elias, then Dax…then Elias again. My knees are so weak, my pussy so overstimulated by the time they're finished with me that I can barely walk up the stairs.
Somehow, I manage—my thighs sticky, dripping with all of their cum.
"You don't get to shower tonight, Saige," Elias says when I turn toward the bathroom.
I freeze, and he pulls one of his shirts over my head instead—the same one he gave me the night of the party, with his name and number on the back.
He kisses my forehead before tilting my chin toward him with his thumb.
"I want you to wake up sticky, and I want you to feel our cum dripping from your pussy all morning to remind you what a pathetic cum slut you are. That's your punishment, sweetheart."
"Punishment for what?"
"For ruining my fucking life, baby."
"W-what do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong—I wouldn't have it any other way. That doesn't mean I won't have to punish you for it from time to time. You understand, right?"
I nod. "I understand. I'll try to be a good sister…sometimes. I'm going to go sleep with Dax now."
I dart toward the door, but he slams it shut, picking me up and then carrying me to the bed. "You're not off to a good start, Saige."
He climbs on top of me, holding my arms down, and then sinks his teeth into my chest—the same spot he bit the first night we met.
I yelp before biting back a smile, because it's exactly what I wanted—love with teeth. And as addicted as I am to him, I know my monster is the one who's weak for me.
When he lets go, he sighs, resting his head against my chest. "You keep me sane, Saige. You ground me. That's why I couldn't do it without you. I love you—I hope you know that."
"I know," I tell him, running my fingers through his hair.
This time, I fall asleep easily. And when I wake up in the morning, I look at the bruise on my chest in the mirror, smiling before thinking of my own barbed wire wrapped heart.
The one in my chest—not the one on my arm.
It turned out I never needed to take it off; I just needed to find someone who could tolerate it—who could love me through the pain, the way I needed to be loved.
Or in my case…three someones.