Chapter 13 #2
“Not being with you is torture. We’ve been living in fucking agony, Bailey.
I’m in agony.” Roman’s eyes meet mine, and I can see the war he’s fighting swirling within their blue depths.
The betrayal I had felt just moments ago has dissipated, and even though part of me still wants to fight him on it, he gave me his truth.
I understand now. All I ever wanted was an explanation, and yeah, I get why he couldn’t tell me, but ever since they walked away from me, I’ve been in agony too.
I understand, because deep down we still know each other.
Better than anyone else ever could, which is why it hurt so much when they walked away from me three years ago.
“Please say something,” he breathes, his weary eyes almost the color of violet as he stares up at me. There’s nothing but regret, pain, and longing woven into his troubled expression, and all I want to do is replace that with the love that I’ve secretly carried since the moment we met.
I push off the wall and take a slow step forward, and then another, until I’m standing right before his parted knees, my eyes not once leaving his. His lips part slightly, and his eyes widen, searching my face for something… answers maybe?
“You hurt me,” I say, and his face falls.
“I know. I’m sorry, Bailey. I’m so fucking sorry for all of it. I was selfish. We all were.”
“You were trying to keep me safe?” I question, though I already know that he’s telling the truth.
“Yes. I will fucking die before anyone ever lays a hand on you, Harlequin.” His eyes almost bug out of his head the moment his nickname for me escapes his lips, and it only confirms what I already knew.
“Why do you call me that? Was it my costume?” I say blankly, and I can tell that he’s freaking out on the inside.
He clears his throat, and a pink shade of embarrassment flames his cheeks.
I didn’t think I’d ever live to see the day that Roman Graystone got embarrassed, but here I am, and I’m not mad about it.
“No. It wasn’t because of your hot as fuck costume.
” A beat passes between us, and when I don’t say anything, he gives in on a sigh.
“I call you that because on the outside, you’re a kaleidoscope of colors that cover me, and anyone else who stands in your orbit.
” He pauses, biting his lower lip like he’s unsure whether or not he should admit these things to me.
“But inside, you’re just like us. Me. Cole.
Jace. You wear a mask of your own, playing roles for others to keep them satisfied, all while starving for something it seems that no one else can give,” he almost whispers the words, as his eyes drop to my thighs, barely covered by the edge of my towel.
“You crave something dark…” he says, gently trailing a finger along the material.
I can feel his touch everywhere, and nowhere at the same time, and all I want to do is beg him to claim me.
Right here, right fucking now. “...something dangerous, depraved even, and baby, I’m fucking addicted,” he continues, before gripping the back of my thigh with his free hand, pulling me closer to him.
I stare into his hooded eyes, his gaze heavy and dark with hunger, and a wave of heat settles between my legs from the way he’s looking at me right now.
I hold onto my towel for dear fucking life, completely at a loss for words.
“I was yours from the very first moment we met, and I am yours now. Cole and Jace are everything to me, but there has always been something missing. They feel it too, and when we finally had you, for those fleeting hours, you begged so beautifully to come undone. That’s the moment I knew, the moment we all knew that we were done for.
” A heavy knot coils behind my ribs, tightening with every word he breathes, like my heart already knows what’s coming but doesn’t care anymore.
“Fuck it,” he rasps, as he tosses the knife aside and grips the back of my other thigh. The tension lingering between us finally snaps, and before I can think, we’re colliding.
Roman lifts me at the same time that I launch into him, wrapping my legs around his body, not caring about my towel now swimming at his feet. My fingers tangle in his hair as his possessive grip on me tightens, and our mouths crash together in a frantic kiss.
His tongue dances with mine, parting my lips and stealing the air from my lungs. I grind into him harder at the same time he pulls my hips against his rock-hard cock, and I feel like I'm fucking floating.
“Tell me you want me,” he chokes out.
“I want you,” I say between jagged breaths, my will disintegrating with each grind of my aching pussy against him.
“You're so fucking perfect,” he says, his voice hoarse and thick with need as his hands glide up my body, and in one swift movement, he spins me around until my back is flat against the bed, and he's hovering like a dark, broken angel above me. His hair has fallen in his face, and I hold back my smile. I’ve dreamed of this moment more times than I’ll ever admit out loud.
“God, it’s a shame I’m going to hell, because I don’t think one lifetime will ever be enough with you, Harlequin,” he murmurs. He lowers to kiss a trail along my neck, and his warm breath sends a wave of goosebumps across my skin.
“I'd rot in hell with you,” I whisper before his hand slides down my body, settling in the place I need him the most. His fingers glide through my wet pussy, and I writhe like I’m starving for it beneath his touch.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, baby,” he says, his deep voice as smooth as velvet, before driving two fingers deep inside me.
His mouth finds mine as he starts to finger fuck me, twisting his wrist to find my sweet spot.
He leans back, looming over me, watching me unravel beneath him.
A loud moan tumbles from my lips, and it must confirm something with Roman, because he lets go of whatever was holding him back, and pumps in and out of me harder, faster, until my vision blurs and the only thing I see are stars.
“Your pretty pussy gonna soak my fingers, baby?" Roman growls, working me into a frenzy as he seeks my mouth for another kiss. He gently presses a thumb to my sensitive clit, and that’s all it fucking takes.
“Ohhh… m-my. Ro! Baby, I’m fucking coming!”
“That’s it, Bailey. Come for me,” he groans against my lips, and electric heat ripples through me as I catapult over the edge, coming like I never have before from nothing more than his fingers. This man is part of me. He always has been, and now that I have him, I don’t ever want him to let me go.
I kiss him back with the same level of possession and hunger, wanting more and more of him with each slow pump of his fingers. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.
He removes his fingers from my dripping pussy, and moves, leaving a trail of soft kisses down my naked body.
“You are a fucking vision, Bailey Asher,” he whispers, his warm breath only setting me ablaze.
He traces his tongue over my bare mound, teasing me in all the places he knows I don’t want him on purpose.
I must have an annoyed look on my face, because he chuckles lightly.
“I have dreamed of you. Dreamed of tasting this pretty cunt. Making you mine in every way,” he says, positioning his face in line with my center, and guiding my legs with his hands to rest on either side of his shoulders.
I lose all train of thought when he buries his face into me, and my soul almost leaves my fucking body when his tongue darts out and licks my throbbing clit.
“Mmmfuckk!” I moan as he closes his mouth around it, gently licking and sucking me until I’m a quivering mess. He holds my legs, pinning me to him as he tastes my release.
“Heaven,” he murmurs before he pushes his tongue inside me.
“She really does taste like heaven, doesn’t she, baby.” Colton’s voice cuts through the room, startling both Roman and me. Roman raises his head and looks toward the doorway, where Colton and Jace are standing, both wearing nothing but baggy sweats.
We woke them up.
The thought slips through the haze of heat still simmering between Roman and me, and something about that makes me feel victorious.
I don’t bother hiding my body from them, after all, they’ve already seen me up close and personal.
I want them to see me like this. To see their precious Roman claim me, own me, because every part of my being wants them to do the same.
Jace’s eyes roll over our bodies before flicking to the discarded mask and knife on the bed beside me. His eyes widen, then immediately snap back to Roman. His brows knit together in confusion, or maybe it’s disbelief, as he realizes what actually happened here.
Roman came clean, and judging by the look on both Jace and Colton’s faces, they can’t believe it.
“You know?” This comes from Jace, though I believe he's talking to himself more than anything.
“She knows,” Roman says, reaching for the towel at his feet. He goes to cover my body to give me some privacy, but I shake my head. I sit up, and Roman leans back on his knees, the whole time his eyes never leave mine. A beat passes between us before Colton clears his throat to speak.
“How much do you know?”
“She knows all of it. Well… she knows about The Order. She knows that I love her,” he says, and I offer him a small smile before turning to the others.
“I know it was you on Fright Night. The mask and knife kind of gave it away. I also know that it was you three who left me blindfolded and chained to a fucking warehouse ceiling.” They all fall silent, and I look up to see Jace, cool as a fucking cucumber, which only irks me.
Jace… Jason.
I am so fucking stupid, of course it was them.
They'd better not hold that against me, because I was obviously blinded by the possibility of being railed into the middle of next week by three very large, masked men.
I stand, not bothering to cover myself, and Roman’s eyes widen when he comes face to face with my pussy, that two minutes ago he was tongue deep inside. As much as it pains me, I ignore him, walking over to stand in the center of the room.
Colton and Jace lean on either side of the doorway, looking both guilty and like they’re concerned about what my knowing all of this shit means.
Their tattooed, muscular bodies are enough to make even the strongest woman weak in the knees, but I refrain from thinking those kinds of thoughts right now.
I will not let them distract me, not yet.
My emotions are all over the place as I look between them, feeling both disgusted and turned on.
I want to hurt them and fuck all their brains out at the same time.
Crossing the room, I retrieve a scarf from my dresser drawers, feeling the heat of all their gazes on my bare ass. Returning, I narrow my eyes before showing them just how pissed off I am.
“Jace,” I say calmly, but the look on his face says that he knows I am anything but calm.
Colton, on the other hand, is so fucking confused right now, and I’m savoring every damn second of it.
“Come here,” I order, and Jace pushes off the doorframe, knowing he’s about to lose whatever power he thinks he has over me.
If we’re going to do this, they need to know that I’m not just some sort of dull, pick-me bitch who’ll let them walk all over me.
No.
I am a woman who has known what the fuck I’ve wanted since the day that I met them, and this time, whatever is happening between the four of us is going to be on my terms, whether they like it or not.
“What are you—”
“Did I say you could speak?” I spit, successfully cutting him off. I roll my eyes over his body, noticing the outline of his growing erection through his sweatpants.
This man, I swear to God.
“Kneel,” I demand, and with an amused smile, he does. His dark eyes, the color of whiskey in this light, stare into mine as he moves, and they only make my heart stutter.
“Holy fuck,” Colton groans, and I think that by now they all get the fucking point of what’s happening here. I want to spend the rest of my life tracing every sharp line of their big, delectable bodies, but tonight, they’re going to work for it.
Jace is on his knees, kneeling before me, his broad shoulders locked tight, and it’s obvious he's working overtime not to let his gaze fall south.
I wrap the scarf around his head, using it as a makeshift blindfold, because out of everything that’s about to happen, he’ll hate not being able to watch it unfold the most—besides, an eye for an eye and all that shit.
Once the blindfold is in place, I stand back, taking in the sight of him. “Stay,” I order, before walking toward Colton. I look over and see the devilish grin plastered to Roman's face, and it’s the fuel I need to keep going.
He knows what this is to me, that this moment is where I get to take back the control they had taken from me back in October.
Colton’s forest-green eyes are unlike any other color I have ever seen. You can always tell what he's thinking just by looking in them, and right now, he's both petrified and aroused.
“You left me there,” I say, a statement, not a question. He knows that he fucked up, and he doesn't even bother denying it.
“I did. We did,” he says in answer. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Bailey,” he says, his voice ragged and clogged with emotion, and I push away the heartfelt ache that always surfaces whenever I’m around him.
He reaches for me, but I flatten my palm against his bare, tattooed chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath my skin.
“No,” I mutter, pushing my shoulders back. “Not now.”
“But bab—”
“I’m not your fucking baby,” I snap, before walking over to where Jace is kneeling.
I spin on my heels and face Colton, now standing across the room from me.
“Take off your pants,” I command, and his eyes widen.
“Did I fucking stutter, Hayes? Take. Off. Your. Pants.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen Colton move so fast in my life.
He rushes to remove his sweats and instinctively tries to cover his cock.
He has an erection, so his hands hide fuck all.
He spares a glance toward Roman, who’s grinning from ear to ear, and I shoot him a death glare that has the smirk flying completely off his pretty, smug face.
“Kneel, Colton,” I say, and he lowers himself onto his knees, still trying to hide his length.
Every single one of us in this room has seen it, but he’s holding it because his control is compromised, and while I’m sure he’s used to it by now with the guys, I have taken him by surprise. “Now, crawl to me.”