Chapter 16 Wren #2
“I’ll drink any of them, but I prefer black.”
“I’ll try that first.” I reach for the cup and take a small sip. My nose scrunches, and I shake my head. “This one’s all yours,” I tell him as I pass it back.
“Too bitter?” he asks, taking a sip. I nod, watching as he presses his lips to the lid, where mine just were, and wonder what it would feel like to have them on me. I wasn’t sure he saw me that way, though, so I wouldn’t dare ask. Asking him to cuddle last night was hard enough.
By the time we’ve all finished eating, I’ve decided that I like all the breakfast food, and don’t have a favorite yet. I also am not a fan of coffee.
“So what are we doing for the rest of the day while we wait for our packages?” I ask as I stand, grab Sly’s empty plate from his lap, then move around to grab everyone else’s.
“Wren, you don’t have to clean up after us,” Sly says. I lift my head to see them all watching me curiously.
I look down at where I’m tidying up all the empty food containers. “Oh. Sorry, it’s just a habit. I always had to clean up at… home.” That word feels strange on my tongue now. It doesn’t feel like home anymore.
“You don’t have to,” Sly says gently. “But thank you. There’s nothing wrong with being clean, we just don’t want you to think it’s your job to clean up after us.”
“Yes, thank you, angel cake,” Pete adds, giving me a side hug as he passes.
I stare down at the empty container in my hand as I consider his words. I cleaned up after every single meal back home, and not once did Robert ever thank me. I didn’t realize how much I resented him for it until now.
But cleaning up after these guys feels completely different. Was I also doing it to make them happy? Yes. But the fact that they appreciated it made the biggest difference. The fact that they didn’t expect it or demand it made me want to do it even more.
I turn, my eyes meeting Sly’s. “I don’t mind cleaning up after you guys. I… I want to do things for you, to make you happy.”
“I can’t take it anymore,” Dex says dramatically as he steps closer and scoops me up into his arms.
“What are you doing?!” I ask, surprised, as he marches us toward the bathroom.
“You want to know what we’re doing today?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m going to do something to make you happy.” He sets me on my feet on the tiled floor, then stands tall. “Now, have a shower or something and keep yourself busy until I come get you.”
“You want me to stay in here? For how long?” I ask in confusion.
“Just like five or ten minutes.” A big smile crosses his face, so wide, it’d be full-on creepy on anyone else. “It’ll be worth it.” He turns and shuts the door.
Deciding that, although I just washed my hair last night, I could have another shower, just to cleanse my body. So I take a quick shower. I don’t have any other clothes in here, so I get dressed back in my undies and long T-shirt. Just as I finish, someone knocks on the door.
“Come in,” I call, and Dex opens the door and does a strange bow, offering me his hand.
“M’lady?” Amused, I place my fingers in his hand, and he leads me out of the bathroom.
I see they’ve pushed the beds together against the far wall, leaving a large open space closer to where we stand.
Sly and Jagger are relaxing back on the bed, watching me, as Pete bounces from foot to foot.
When he sees me, he points the remote at the TV and presses a button.
Soft music fills the room while landscapes scroll across the screen. I'm not sure what show this is, but I forget all about it when Dex pulls me forward into the middle of the open space and turns to face me. “Care to dance?”
My eyebrows raise in surprise. “You know how to dance?”
“Not like ballroom dance or something, but I can move a little.”
I smile up at him and nod. “I’d love to.”
He places a hand on my waist and pulls me close. I move one hand by his neck, but he’s so tall it’s too much of a reach with both hands, so I place it on his chest, over his T-shirt. His other hand moves to rest over mine as he starts to sway us side to side as we turn in an extremely slow circle.
My neck gets sore from looking up at him, so I turn my head to stare at our interlaced fingers resting on his chest and let my cheek do the same. The beating of his heart is loud and soothing, so I close my eyes as the music continues, enjoying this moment with him.
This is nothing like ballet, or even the dancing I did in secret. But it’s sensual and hypnotizing, and I absolutely love it.
I don’t know how long we dance for; it feels like hours pass as song after song plays, and we sway to the music. Everyone is silent, and I appreciate them giving us this special moment together.
I’m still unclear about exactly what they want from me, and I’m too afraid to ask.
Too afraid they’d ask me to choose or that they’d tell me this is just temporary until they can figure out their next steps.
However, Jagger had confirmed last night that he would always be mine.
But I still wondered whether that was just something people said. Did he really mean it?
And the others had all said they would go where I go.
But that didn’t exactly mean that they saw anything…
romantic with me, except maybe for Dex. What we are doing right now definitely seems like more than a friendly gesture.
But then again, I know that I don’t have the best instincts when it comes to people. Something Robert was always telling me.
Was that another lie he told me? Were my instincts about Carlos and Ivan right?
Ivan was going to buy me, so I think I was bang on about him.
Maybe my gut reactions to people weren’t as far off as I thought.
Of course, I’d never thought my brother would do something as terrible as sell me either, so what do I know?
“Oh, babe, yeah, just like that!” A strange man's voice fills the room, startling me enough that I jump back from Dex. Instantly, my eyes are drawn to the TV where the show has changed from rolling landscapes to something very different.
“Oh shit,” Pete says as he jumps off the bed and searches for the remote where he was just lying.
I watch with wide eyes as the man on the screen, who’s lying shirtless in bed, threads his fingers in a woman’s hair, who has her face between his legs.
You can’t see what she’s doing, but his head is thrown back in pleasure as he groans.
“It’s over here,” Dex says, moving to grab the remote. But I grab his arm and stop him just as the camera angle changes.
“Wait,” I whisper as I can very clearly see she has her mouth wrapped around the guy’s penis and is bobbing up and down. And they both clearly enjoyed it—a lot.
Dex turns to me, brows pitched as I whisper, “What—” I lick my lips and try again. “What is she doing?”
His mouth parts slightly as he stares at me in stunned silence. Jagger gets up and switches the TV off, then pulls my hand off Dex and leads me to the bed, pulling me into his lap.
For some reason, my body feels warm and tingly.
I glance over my shoulder at Jagger. He presses his lips tightly together, which I’m learning is his version of a smile, then he places a quick kiss on my cheek, heating me even more.
I squirm in his lap, trying to alleviate some of the pressure between my legs.
He pulls out the phone, opens the notepad app, and types.
“Do you know what sex is?” I read aloud, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. “Yes, but that couldn’t be sex, unless…” I look at Sly, who’s now sitting right beside us as I ask, “Do I have that wrong, too?”
“Technically, what you saw on TV wasn’t sex, but it was sexual. She was giving him a blow job.”
The term doesn’t register in my brain as I try to figure out what that could mean. My eyes dip to Sly’s tight joggers, and the bulge there has my eyes widening.
“She was blowing… it? Like a balloon?” I ask, not comprehending.
Sly runs a hand down his face, groaning as Dex answers, pulling my attention to where he’s now standing in front of me, shaking his head. “Not blowing it, sucking it, licking it.”
My brain seems to short-circuit as my eyes drop to his crotch. I wonder what he would taste like. Suddenly, I want to know what all of them taste like more than anything. Would they all taste the same? Would they all look the same?
I try to rein in my thoughts as one particular one keeps my attention, so I ask the question that bothers me most. “Why is it called a blow job and not a suck job?”
Pete snorts, and Dex smiles at me like I hang the moon. “I don’t know, it just is,” Sly finally answers with a sigh.
There’s a thump outside our door, and Jagger wraps his arms around me, keeping his back to the door and holding me tight as the other three jump into action.
“What’s going on?” I whisper nervously.
Sly looks at me and presses a finger over his lips, telling me I need to stay quiet. I nod as he moves around the bed and out of my eyeline.
After a few seconds, Pete yells, “It’s all clear!”
I turn around as he pulls the door open, and a stack of packages falls into the room, surrounding his feet.
He grins, looking at me as he asks, “Ready to play makeover?”