9. Sirena
SIRENA
S titches thrust into me, making me arch my back as I took all of him into my pussy.
“Fuck, you take my dick like such a good fucking girl,” he husked out as he jostled my body, all his hard planes of tatted muscles on display.
“Open,” Church instructed.
I turned my head and parted my lips for him. He pushed his cock deep into my mouth as he kneeled at my head on his bed. He’d been acting strangely since Stitches and I had gotten home. I knew something was going on that was bothering him, but in true Church fashion, he was silent on the matter.
I vowed that if he weren’t being himself again by tomorrow morning, I’d press the issue. I assumed he was still upset over the Adam situation, and I hated that I had any part in his sadness. I wanted to voice that to him, but I didn’t know how to do it without making it sound like I regretted killing him. Because I didn’t, and I’d do it again if given the chance. Monsters like him didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as their victims.
Church’s fingers tangled in my hair, making me cry out against his cock. His green eyes were wild as he stared down at what he was doing to my mouth as Stitches fucked me.
Stitches slammed into me twice more before I was gushing my release all over him. He groaned, following a moment later, his dick twitching deep inside of me.
Church pulled free from my mouth as Stitches moved to lie beside me.
“Let me in,” Church husked out, shoving my legs apart again. I let my legs fall open for him, and he wasted no time pushing deep inside me without further fanfare.
I whimpered, but Stitches silenced it with a kiss as Church fucked me roughly. It didn’t take long until I was coming again, my body trembling from the intensity.
“There you go, baby,” Church groaned. “Fuck, I love this pussy. So fucking tight for me.”
I shifted my hips to meet more of his dick. He let out a soft, dark chuckle at my efforts and gripped my hips tightly before railing into me so hard my lips broke free from Stitches. I arched off the bed as I came again.
“Fuck, yeah,” Church groaned, his cock unloading deep within my depths, his muscles corded and tight. Finally, he loosened his hold on my hips and leaned forward to kiss me as Stitches let out a soft laugh.
“She needs to be cleaned,” Stitches commented as Church rolled off and pulled me into his arms.
“Not tonight. I want our come dripping from her pussy all night,” Church murmured before pressing his lips to my temple. “I like when she’s dirty like that.”
I winced, feeling their releases slick between my legs, but I didn’t try to break away. It was two against one, so I knew how that would end.
Closing my eyes, I drifted off, two of my watchers holding me tightly. I prayed that it would be four tomorrow because I missed us so much it was suffocating me.
* * *
The moment Ashes walked through the door the following morning, I rushed at him and threw my arms around his neck. He laughed softly and held me against his hard body.
“Mm, heaven, what’s wrong, baby? You miss me?” he teased softly before breathing me in deeply.
I pulled away from him, desperate for news on Sin.
“Sin is doing good,” he said, smiling as if reading my mind.
Stitches had left this morning to sit with him. I hated that I couldn’t be there. While I hated the facility, I loved Sin and needed to see him.
I grabbed his hand and quickly wrote words on it.
He crinkled his brows as he tried to decipher what I’d said.
“Babe, you can’t go,” he said gently once the words were sorted. “I’m sorry.”
My heart deflated. I thought if I kept at it long enough, especially with Ashes, who was my sweetheart, one of the guys would break and let me see Sin. I knew they were trying to keep me safe, but I knew I’d be fine if they were with me.
“Hey, don’t be sad. He’s doing well. He’ll be home to us soon. I promise.” Ashes brushed his lips gently against mine before hugging me again.
I sighed against him, breathing in the smell of smoke and leather, my heart filled with sadness. Not only was Sin hurt, but Cady was still not talking to me. I kept trying to see both, but nothing was working.
“Sirena, you know the rules,” Church said, coming up behind me and drawing me away from Ashes. “We want you to be safe. You don’t need to spend any time in the facility, not even to visit Sin. Don’t ask again. OK?”
I frowned at him, my anger rising.
“Stop,” Church murmured, noticing my irritation. “I love you, specter. I’m only trying to do what’s best.”
I sighed, knowing it was a losing battle, at least with Church. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t stop working on Ashes. Stitches continued to turn down my request before I could even communicate it to him whenever I tried to see Sin. He hated the facility even more than I did, for good reason. It needed to be burned to the ground, taking all the sick monsters with it.
“Don’t be sad.” Church tilted my chin up. “I don’t like it when you’re sad. It makes me… angry.” He frowned at those words. He’d been trying hard to understand his feelings lately, and I loved that he was working on it. However, in this instance, I just wanted him to give me the five minutes I desperately needed with Sin.
“I have an idea,” Ashes said, pulling my attention away from Church.
I looked eagerly at him, knowing he’d have a solution.
He pulled his phone out and softly chuckled at my reaction. Then, he walked to the couch, took my hand as he passed, and pulled me onto his lap.
I stared at the screen for a moment as a video call rang.
Moments later, Stitches’s face graced the screen.
“Hey,” he said, a smile spreading across his handsome face. “Angel, baby, you look even prettier than you did when I left this morning. How is that possible?”
My face heated at his sweet words, and I cuddled against Ashes, who wasted no time holding me with one arm while he held the phone with his other hand.
“I bet I know what you want,” Stitches continued, smirking at the screen. He turned the phone, and I got my first look at Sin since the night in the cemetery.
I sat forward, grabbed the phone from Ashes, and stared at Sin as he lay in his hospital bed, a cannula in his nose. The bruising and cuts on his face were healing, but he looked weak and exhausted.
“Siren,” he murmured, his voice cracking and eyes misting over. “Baby…”
My eyes burned with tears as I gazed at him in the hospital bed. His blond hair was a mess and out of its usual bun. He’d cut it when Church and the guys had kicked him out, but he still always wore it back. It was a wild mess around him and hung nearly to his shoulders. His gray eyes were rimmed in shadows, and the faint bruising on his face made him look exhausted and hurt. All I wanted to do was reach out and hold him.
“Take-Take it. Malachi. Take the damn phone,” Sin garbled. The video on the screen rotated and went dark for a moment before Stitches returned with a frown. I could hear Sin sniffling in the background.
My heart clenched, and fear raced through me.
“Uh, I’ll talk to him. He’s on some heavy painkillers…” Stitches looked over at Sin, who was off-screen.
“He needs to rest,” Ashes said, clearing his throat. “Let’s give him some peace. He’ll be home soon.”
I returned the phone to Ashes, and he said a quick goodbye to Stitches before disconnecting the call.
I looked over to Church, who stood frowning at us. He noticed Sin’s weirdness, too. He shook his head and sighed before beckoning me with his finger to sit with him in his chair. I went as commanded and slid onto his lap before burying my face in his neck.
“Ashes is right. Sin’s high as fuck right now. He’s still in a lot of pain. Once it settles, he’ll be home. I promise.” He held me tightly, rocking me gently on his lap. “But we need to get to classes, OK? I don’t want that shit to trickle down and fuck us over. Can you go to class and be my good girl?”
I nodded against him even though I only wanted to run to Sin and tell him how scared I was and how much I needed him right now.
I couldn’t do that. Not only did my words not want to work, but the guys wouldn’t let me within twenty feet of the med facility.
“Don’t be upset,” Church murmured. He raked his fingers through my hair. “It’s going to be OK. I swear it.”
I peeked over to Ashes, who was frowning at his phone as he typed out a message. Finally, he darkened the screen and looked over at us.
“Doc is coming in to check Sin. Stitches said he’s reassessing him now.” Ashes offered me a smile. “He’ll probably be able to come home this week, heaven. We can throw him a little party.”
I bit my bottom lip and stood. Church grunted, clearly displeased at my distance. I went to Ashes. He held his palm up for me, and I quickly scrawled letters against his skin.
I’d like that.
He gave me another of his sweet smiles and got up. “Good.” He placed a kiss on my forehead and took my hand. “We do need to get to classes. Church is right.”
I hadn’t heard Church get up, but he was suddenly behind us as Ashes led me to the door.
Church took my jacket off the hook and helped me into it while Ashes grabbed my bag. Within minutes, we were walking the path to the main campus. My mind drifted to Cady. I sent up a silent prayer that she’d get better soon. I hadn’t forgotten what I’d walked in on with Adam, her, and Sin. It plagued me like a disease. All the ugly thoughts kept rushing through my head like tidal waves, making me feel sick.
God, please don’t have let something happen between them.
“I’ll be back to collect you before lunch,” Church said as we entered the science building. He tugged me against him before crushing his lips against mine. I kissed him back until I was breathless. He released me and gave me a smirk. “Be good, specter.”
He stepped back, and Ashes took his place. His kiss was far sweeter. He cradled my face before pulling away.
“Love you. Be good. Message if you need anything, OK?”
I nodded as he stepped away. I gave my guys a tiny wave before they turned and left me. Sighing, I walked into my class, hating starting my morning in chemistry. It was just as well, though. It would at least keep my mind busy, so I wasn’t stuck thinking about Sin.
* * *
Chemistry didn’t help. In fact, I spent all morning thinking about how I needed to see Sin. I needed to talk to him. It dawned on me just before lunch that I could get a note to him. Carefully, I wrote it out. Telling Sister Clare I needed to use the restroom, I grabbed my bag and left the room early. If I waited, Church would find me, and then I couldn't deliver my note.
Bryce worked in the office before lunch, so I headed there and let out a sigh of relief when I saw him stapling papers behind the desk.
“Hey,” he said, looking up at me as I stepped into the office. He paused in his tasks, his eyes taking me in eagerly. Butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach at the sight of him. His auburn curls fell across his forehead, and he hadn’t fastened his top button today. Even his tie hung a little looser.
“Everything OK?” Concern blanketed his handsome face. Dirty thoughts raced through my mind as he stepped around the desk and came to me. “Sirena?”
I swallowed hard and pushed the thought of kissing him out of my mind. I swore to myself I’d be respectful in that regard. Church was already struggling. So was Stitches. Ashes didn’t say much about it, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely on board with my new desires.
And Sin…
I breathed out. He was my primary focus.
I held out the note and widened my eyes as he stared at the folded square in my palm.
“Sin?” He crinkled his brows and looked at me.
I blinked at him again and licked my lips. He stepped forward, crowding my space. The smell of his cologne wafted to me. I inhaled deeply, loving that distinct, sweet smell of his.
I noted we were alone in the office.
I breathed out and closed my eyes as his knuckles brushed against my jaw.
“I miss you,” he whispered, bending his head downward to continue whispering. “Fuck, cupcake, I can’t get you out of my head.”
I squeezed my eyelids together tightly.
“I’ll make sure Sin gets this.” He gently took the note from me before backing away as I opened my eyes.
I stared up at him, my pulse thundering in my ears.
He gave me that sweet smile that concealed the monster I knew he kept caged.
“Asylum is organizing a movie marathon this Friday. Perhaps you can join us? He’s moved me into his dorm.” He rolled his hazel eyes. “He mentioned that he enjoys the company. It's odd because I thought he was a loner, but hey, strange times, right?”
I bit my bottom lip as I memorized every contour of his handsome face.
“He has me going to the gym with him as well. We’ve been running together. He’s fun once you get past all the voices and riddles.”
I reached out and cradled his face, halting him mid-sentence.
I had no idea why I had done it, other than the fact that I wanted to touch him.
He closed his eyes and released a soft breath as I gently dragged my hand down the scruff of his cheek.
My heart raced as I stared at him; he was beautiful. The kiss we had shared in the cemetery the night Adam died flashed through my mind. I pushed down my feelings, forcing myself to focus as I let my hand slip away from his face.
He opened his eyes and gazed down at me, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I’ll get this to Sin,” he whispered. “Please try to come on Friday. Ashes burns that day. We can take care of you.”
I gave him a slight nod before stepping back. He fixed his gaze on me as I rushed out the door and down the hall.
All I knew was that I desperately wanted to watch bad movies and sit with him on Friday. Asylum too.
A lot had changed, and I definitely didn’t hate it.