Ruin

29. Trixie

TWENTY-NINE

TRIXIE

Declan's hands are on my thighs as he lifts them higher, and wider for him. He looks at me and smiles.

“I can get used to sex all day.” He winks, leaning down and he sucks on my nipple hard. I’ve already come twice, and he’s going for a third. I have no complaints about it, Declan makes my body feel things it’s never felt before. I moan when he bites on my nipple softly, God yes.

He leans up to my lips, giving them a kiss before locking eyes with me. My fingernails trail down his back again, and I have no idea what his back looks like, but every time the tip touched his skin, he would tell me to show him how much pleasure I was having. And God was I having the time of my life.

“What would you like, Trixie?” Declan asks as he kisses the side of my neck, and I smile.

“You,” I whisper. He rubs his dick against my clit teasing me. “Declan,” his name escapes me in a moan, waiting for him to get inside me.

Declan thrust hard inside me, making me arch my back off the bed, and dig my nails into his back. I wrap my legs around his waist as he goes faster and harder.

“God,” I moan.

“Now you can finally talk, you can start saying my name.” Declan jokes, and it makes me laugh but the laughter quickly turns into a loud moan when he slams into me hard. Both his hands grab my breasts as he slams harder and harder.

Fuck yes, is all I can think as I get ready for another orgasm to him me.

“Fuck.” Declan grunts out, as he looks straight into my eyes, and I see the lust in his eyes for me. “Come, Trixie,” he shouts, and on demand I come, because I already knew my body wasn’t going to take it.

As I come, Declan places his hands on my ass to lift me off the bed a little, and slams hard with each thrust, then goes quicker as he comes inside me. I can feel his hot cum inside my pussy, which is a feeling I’m going to enjoy more and more.

Declan falls on top of me, which makes me laugh. Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, he rolls off me while giving me a kiss.

“I can get used to this,” Declan jokes.

Three orgasms, and it’s only morning, or early afternoon. We didn’t wake until after ten, because Declan wanted to do other things rather than sleep last night. I’m not going to complain about it, because for the first time in my life, I’m feeling things I never thought I would.

I never thought I would fall in love with someone. Fuck. Did I just say that? I’m in love with Declan Crawford.

“D, I know fucking is amazing, but get your fucking ass downstairs!” Miles shouts, and I can feel my face going red.

“Aww you look cute when you blush.” He leans closer and kisses me then looks over to the door. “Coming,” he shouts at Miles.

“Cain’s here,” Miles adds, and Declan shakes his head.

Declan gets out of bed then turns to me. “I think we can have a quick shower,” he winks at me, and I shake my head.

“I can’t even stand up,” I tell him. And that's not me trying to get out of it either, my legs feel like jelly at the moment. I need at least an hour in bed to recover.

“I’m sure I can hold you up.” Declan comes around to my side of the bed, and as if I weigh nothing sweeps me off the bed, and makes his way to the bathroom. “Plus, I like my name being screamed from your lips.”

“And I like your lips on me,” I tell him.

Talking... is still hard to do, and I would prefer to sign, and I know Declan won’t say anything to me about it. He has told me a few times that I can talk when I feel like I’m ready. It’s getting easier with him, but with others I still find it so hard to.

I hear the water from the shower come on, my legs still around Declan’s waist. This is what it feels like to be happy and safe.

Grabbing one of Declan’s sweatshirts, I look over at him checking his phone. Whatever the message is, he’s not happy about it. The countdown. He plays it off, and says they’re playing games, but I know he’s only saying it to keep me from worrying.

“You know Lileah will try to talk to you again.” Declan turns to face me, and I give him a nod because I know she will. “Trust me, she won’t give up for two reasons. One, you’re with me, and she always said she would be best friends with my girlfriend if I ever got one. Two, I think she really wants you to make her prom dress.” Declan walks over to me, wraps his arm around my waist.

You’ve not asked me to prom, are we not going?

I don’t know why I’m signing to him, but I still find it so much easier to do, even now.

“Back to signing, are we? You can talk to me, not just when you are screaming my name.” I lean my head on his chest, and I feel him kiss the top of my head. “Trixie, will you go to prom with me?”

I look up at him and smile. “Yes.” I tiptoe and kiss him. When I started at this school, not once did I think I was going to prom. I didn’t want to go, but now I’m smiling and it's hurting my cheeks. “I need to design a dress.” I move out of his grip and grab my notepads so I can draw up some ideas.

“I know you’re excited, but give Lileah a chance. She’s been on your side from the start, if it helps.” I give him another nod, and he wraps his arm over my shoulder and we go downstairs, and I already hear them all laughing.

“Lover boy has joined us.” Mason jokes at him, and he walks over to them, and I walk over to the kitchen. I don’t know about him but I need food, and on cue as if he can hear my thoughts, he looks at me. Food?

“I’ll get something delivered-”

“No, you won’t. The doors are locked, no one in or out, but Cain.” Hayden snaps at him. “Trixie, we have food, throw a pizza in the oven or something.” he shouts toward me, and Lileah joins me in the kitchen.

“I’ll get them. Do you want anything to drink?” she asks, I shake my head, and sit on the stool listening to them talking about today.

“Cain, I said I won’t leave, so I won’t leave.” Declan tells him, and I open my pad to the designs I’ve done for Lileah. I know she liked one, but I drew another one which I think will look really nice on her.

“Good. You don't disappear from this room,” Cain tells him, well it’s more of a warning than anything else.

“Pool?”

“No.” Cain cuts that idea off straight away, and I press my lips together seeing how they are all with him.

“So, I can’t swim, can’t fix my car, can’t fuck my girl, this is going to be a long fucking evening.” Declan digs his phone out of his pocket, and I was waiting to see how long it was going to take him to show them the message. He throws the phone over to Cain, who catches it with one hand, and reads the message.

“You can hide, but you’ll regret it.” Cain hands the phone back to Declan, and they both stare at each other as if they both know what they are thinking without uttering one word. “Everyone is watching, they‘re to call if something is wrong.”

“You think someone has turned?” Declan asks him, and Cain hasn’t taken his eyes off him once.

“When you have all the power, there is always someone who will betray you. But why? You find out when it’s too late.” Why does he sound so calm saying that, no one should be calm when something is happening like this? “It’s part of our world, Declan. You lose people.”

Declan doesn't say anything, but you can see the change in his body, the tension and the worry is in his eyes. But who is he worried about? We are all here, except his parents. That’s who he is worried about. Oh my God, I’ve not once asked about them, to see if they are safe or not. I'm not a good girlfriend at all. My mind goes into overdrive with all the questions I should be asking him. Will your parents be safe? Do you need to call them? Fuck, I should be asking these things. I take a deep breath as the guilt of feeling so shit about myself hits me, there’s a tightness in my throat.

I look down at my hand and see Lileah’s hand on mine, she gives me a small smile as if she knows what I’m thinking. “It’s okay,” she whispers.

I watch Declan talking with his brothers, thinking about how he would do everything and anything for me, and then there is me who is so lost in my own self-pity that I’ve not once asked how he is feeling about this.

Fuck, that’s the number one question I’m asking him once all this crazy is finished. I’m going to ask him every day how he is.

“Let’s keep looking at this. Is this for me?” She turns the pad towards her and looks at it. “If it’s not, can I have it, I love the backless look. In black?” She turns to face me, as I had it in red, but it’s her dress she can have it whatever color she wants.

I take a deep breath, and I feel the words on my tongue, but they won’t come out. I close my eyes for a moment, calming myself down. It’s just a few words, you can say them. I give myself a peptalk. I know I can do it.

“It’s your dress,” I whisper the words, and Lileah snaps her eyes to mine, and smiles. I don’t have to look across the room, because I feel Declan staring at me.

He is close to his family, but I think being twins, he would love for me to be around Lileah a lot more. She places her hand on top of mine, and smiles, not making a big deal of it she continues to ask about her dress.

“You think we can add lace-”

“Whoooo. I think we need to look at this dress. Lace, I don’t think so,” Mason shouts, and I have to laugh as Mason takes the pad from her, and the pen from me, and doesn’t show us what he’s doing. I see him drawing all over the pad. “Well, this can come down more, and this part can go up.” Hayden stands behind him agreeing with him, then points to the pad and Mason nods agreeing with whatever he has whispered to him.

Mason hands Lileah the pad back, and she looks up at him in shock. “I might as well wear a black bin bag,” she shouts at him. I take the pad from her to look, and they have covered more than half of her back and lowered the dress length to over her knees.

“If it’s long enough,” Hayden is the one to reply. I look over at Declan and Cain talking, then Declan walks him to the front of the house. I turn back to Lileah arguing with her brothers.

“You’re being stupid. Trixie is making me this dress the way she designed it, and there is nothing you can do about it,” Lileah shouts at them, and I jump a little when Declan wraps his arm over my shoulder.

He looks down at me, but I smile already, knowing he will ask me about it later. I don’t even know why I jumped, it’s not like Robert will ever come close to me again, but why do I think this is all a dream and I’m about to wake up and find he's attacking me, again.

“Fine, you wear that-” Mason points to the pad which Declan has taken from me. “-then I think we have to come, too, make sure no one thinks they can touch you.” Lileah cusses under her breath and shakes her head, rips the pad from Declan’s hands, and turns to me.

“I was thinking some lace on the back of the dress-”

“Not happening,” Hayden snaps, and at this point I’m not going to do this even if Lileah nags me. I’m not getting on the wrong side of these four.

I pull the pad over to me, and re-design the dress, maybe something which might still look good, and the brothers are happy too.

Then write on the pad.

How about backless, but with straps going from one side to the other?

Lileah lets out a breath, and thinks about it, and all her brothers, but Declan, walk away from us. I’m taking that as they agree with the new design.

“Ohhh, can we do pearls instead?” Lileah asks.

I feel Declan’s hand rubbing my back letting me know he’s here with me. “If you want.” I know it’s only three words, but it’s better than nothing for now.

“Can’t wait for you to sew it, and I’m going to pay you. I won’t take no for an answer.” Lileah smiles, and I go to say no to her, but stop when Declan talks.

“So, you have your dress, what about my girl? What have you designed for yourself?” Declan looks through the pad, and I go to sign to him and before I can he stops me. “Words.”

“I haven’t designed anything yet. I didn't think I would be going,” I tell him.

“Well, you are, and you’re going to be the hottest girl there, so make sure your dress is sexy.” He kisses the side of my neck then walks away to his brothers.

“So not fair. You can wear whatever you want, and I have to change the beautiful dress you designed.” Lileah shakes her head, grabs a few pop cans and we join the guys in the living room.

I sit next to Declan and Lileah is on his other side. “Let's design this dress of yours.” Lileah opens the pad and hands it over to me. Might as well, the guys are playing some game I have no idea about.

One thing about being here today, I don’t feel like I’m an outcast, they have all welcomed me into their house, and lives, something I always wanted and now I have it. I pray it never gets taken from me.