13. Sirena
SIRENA
“Y ou’re going to spend the evening with Asylum on Friday,” Church said as he held me on his lap in the living room on Thursday.
I raised my brows in surprise at him. I’d been unable to find a way to bring it up to him without worrying about him losing his mind over it.
“Really?” Stitches called out sourly. “You do fucking realize Andrews and him are roommates now, right?”
“I’m aware,” Church replied dryly. “But I have it on good authority from Asylum that all will be well. If he wants to keep breathing, he’ll ensure his words carry merit or I’ll drown him in his fucking toilet.”
Stitches grumbled softly as I stared into Church’s eyes.
“Are you happy with my decision?” Church murmured.
I pressed my lips against his softly.
“Tell me,” he continued, his voice low, when I pulled away. “I want your words, specter.” He thumbed my bottom lip.
I exhaled, trying to focus on the words. It was so strange to me how sometimes they came to me and other times they simply stayed lodged deep in my throat.
I parted my lips to speak, but nothing came out. I tried again.
Church let out a soft growl of frustration. “What do I have to do to fucking impress you?”
I cradled his face, my eyes wide. He did impress me. God, how could he not know he did? Each and every damn day.
“Not a good enough answer,” he said, working his hand beneath my skirt and panties. I whimpered as he swept the digit along my pussy.
I was aware that Stitches had paused the movie that was on to watch us. I assumed he’d join once satisfied that Church was settled down.
Church pushed deep into my heat, making me cry out a little.
“My finger gets your words?” he husked out. “What would my fucking cock do, then? Would you finally talk to me?”
His words broke my heart. I knew he was upset that I communicated more easily with the others than with him. Maybe he was just that intimidating to me. I wasn’t sure. He was definitely overpowering, but I loved him so much.
I didn’t get to keep contemplating it because Church tugged my panties off roughly before unzipping his pants and bringing his fully erect cock out.
He didn’t give me much of a chance to do anything more than moan as he adjusted me over his dick.
I twisted my fingers in his white dress shirt as he thrust roughly into me. He wasn’t gentle with me. He fucked into me hard and fast before he gripped my waist so tight it made me wince.
“Fuck me,” he commanded. “Come on my fucking dick.”
I rode him as hard as I could, but he let out a snarl after a few minutes before standing and taking me to the couch, still impaled deep inside me.
I whimpered again as he laid me on Stitches’s lap before drilling into me from between my legs.
“Malachi, put your cock in our little slut’s mouth. You fill her from that end for me, brother.”
Stitches wasted no time in doing Church’s commands. Within seconds, his cock was buried in my throat as I twisted my head in an uncomfortable position to suck him.
“Holy fuck,” Stitches groaned as I worked him the best I could. “Fuck, angel. You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.” He raked his fingers through my hair and let his head fall back against the cushions.
I whimpered as Church kept pounding away between my legs. I was so overwhelmed with so many feelings that I couldn’t focus.
I came with a muffled cry on Stitches’s dick.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his thick, salty release shooting deep into my throat. I coughed and gagged on him, but Church reached out and forced me to remain on Stitches’s dick.
“Again. Keep sucking,” he snarled out. “You don’t stop until you tell me you’re fucking impressed.”
I winced as Stitches let out a soft cry, his body fidgeting from how sensitive I knew he had to be. He drew in a few deep, even breaths before he could stop trembling and kept going.
Church swiveled his hips, and the move made me come again. I shook beneath him as he just continued to keep pounding deeper into me, the sound of our skin slapping echoing in the room.
Stitches came again in my mouth minutes later, his body trembling violently. I’d made a mess of his last orgasm. I wasn’t able to swallow it, and it had just sort of leaked from my mouth and gave me a sticky face and Stitches a damp lap.
If he cared, he didn’t make mention of it.
“Fucking eat him with me,” was all Church said before he tugged my mouth off Stitches and kissed me deeply, collecting Stitches’s come in his mouth. It was a vulgar mess, Stitches’s release dribbling out as Church deepened the kiss, both of us eagerly swallowing.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Stitches murmured in a husky voice.
Church let out a low, feral groan. His cock twitched deep inside me as he filled me with his release.
Hard planes of corded muscle tensed beneath my hands as I clung to him.
“Tell me,” he choked out in a shaky voice, his forehead pressed against mine. “Tell me I impress you, specter. Fuck, I need to hear it.”
“Y-You impress me,” I whispered to him.
His lips crashed against mine, his tongue sliding against mine in a frenzied dance. He moved again, going for another round.
Stitches didn’t move out from beneath us. He simply unbuttoned my shirt and let my breasts spill from my bra cups before massaging them while Church fucked me once more.
I truly was impressed.
* * *
I rested my head against Stitches’s shoulder as we sat on the couch later that evening. Church had been in a pleasant mood since and was even making dinner. It wasn’t often I saw him cook, and it was typically just a sandwich or something easy, like mac and cheese, but the smells from whatever he was making permeated throughout the house, making my stomach growl.
Stitches chuckled as it gave a loud rumble and kissed the top of my head.
“Poor, angel. All that fucking earlier worked up an appetite, huh?”
I slapped playfully at his leg, making him chuckle.
“I loved you both eating my come. Fuck, that’s gotta be one of the hottest things ever. I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to suck my dick again…”
I ran my hand to the growing bulge in his pants, and he let out a soft hiss.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, tilting my head up so he could kiss me while I rubbed him over his pants.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs had me jerking away from him to find Cady standing awkwardly at the bottom. She twisted her hands in front of her, her eyes rimmed in red from crying. Immediately, I was on my feet and rushing to her.
I threw my arms around her, sobbing softly. She broke with me, both of us clinging to one another.
“Rina,” she cried, hugging me tightly.
I rocked with her for a long time before pulling away and staring into her tear-stained face.
I reached out and cradled her cheek.
“Cady cat,” I whispered.
A tear leaked from her blue eye and ran a trail along my hand.
“I-I’m sorry,” she choked out. “F-For everything.”
I shook my head at her. She never needed to apologize to me, especially for something like Adam Larson.
I pressed my finger to her lips and shook my head. She quieted immediately, crying silently. It was rare to see my sister cry. She was always so strong, so this was breaking my heart further.
“Cadence, welcome to the world of the living,” Church said, coming into the living room to stand beside me. “I made dinner. Come. Eat.” His voice was no-nonsense. He kissed my temple before calling out for Stitches to help him in the kitchen.
I gave Cady a reassuring smile and offered her my hand. She took it and let me lead her to the table where she sat in Ashes’s spot, her eyes focused on her plate.
Despite her being here, I was still worried about her. She wasn’t herself.
But she’s been through so much trauma just like me. She needs time. Give her the time she needs.
Church and Stitches placed the food on the table, and I stared at the strange dish.
“Pelmeni,” Church said when he noticed me staring. “It’s a Russian dish. Dumplings, basically. They have a ground beef and onion filling and are buttered. The white stuff here is sour cream. They taste good with it. The pelmeni has a dill pesto I made, and I have some sauteed mushrooms, sauerkraut, and dinner rolls here glazed in garlic butter. For dessert, we’ll have some chocolate mousse.” He settled in his seat and poured me a glass of ice water before filling Cady’s glass.
I had no idea Church could cook. He always said he couldn’t.
“Don’t let him fool you,” Stitches called out as if reading my mind. “He can’t cook for shit. This is the only thing he knows how to make.”
Church gave him the finger, making Stitches chuckle. I smiled at the pair as Church doled food onto my plate. Once satisfied with how full my plate was, he speared one of the dumplings and sour cream and raised his brows at me.
I blinked at him but parted my lips. The guys liked to feed me. It was sweet and cute, but I liked feeding myself whenever possible.
He put the food into my mouth, and I chewed slowly, taking in the burst of flavor. It was good.
I parted my lips when I swallowed, making him smile and give me more. He did this several times before I took the fork from him. He sighed but relented, allowing me to eat on my own.
I caught Cady’s eye from across the table as she pushed her food around.
“Eat, Claws,” Church said in a husky voice. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
She quickly put food into her mouth and chewed. I reached out, rested my hand on Church’s thigh, and squeezed it. He locked eyes with me and sighed, clearly understanding what I wanted.
Stop being a jerk.
I knew he and Cady had a rocky relationship. All the guys did with her. She was like the annoying little sister they tolerated. I appreciated that they did, but I wanted them to be kind and sweet to her. She’d been through a lot recently, and the last thing I wanted was for her to retreat upstairs and not come down again.
I saw Stitches had finished his first serving and was working on his second.
“Are you going to classes tomorrow?” Church asked, looking at Cady.
She stopped eating and glanced at him. “I, uh, yeah. I should.”
“Good.” He put more food into his mouth and continued to eat. I gave Cady a smile, which she returned with a shaky one that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Church and Stitches talked again. Most of it was just chatter about classes and Ashes going to burn tomorrow.
“You want to come with us?” Stitches asked, looking over at Cady.
She seemed surprised at the question because she dropped her fork, making it clatter on the porcelain dish. Quickly, she picked it up and cleared her throat before casting me a glance.
“Um, I-I don’t think so?—”
“We have room. We’re taking the snowmobiles out. You can drive mine if you want,” Stitches continued. I knew he was trying hard to make her feel better. It was out of character for him, and if she’d been anyone else, he’d not bat an eyelash at her issues. I knew he was doing it because I cared for her so much.
“If it’s OK, I think I’d like just to stay home?—”
“It’s not OK. You’re going,” Church said. “New rule. You get your ass out of the house for at least two hours a day outside of class hours.”
I frowned at him. I thought she’d argue and cause a scene since she hated to be told what to do. Church gave her a pointed look, and she ducked her head again.
“I’ll go,” she mumbled.
“Cool. Ashes picked up this new torch he wants to try out. Pretty sure he’s going to end up setting a venue on fire or something to watch the people run out screaming, surrounded by the smoke.” Stitches stuffed more food into his mouth. “He’s already done that shit once before.”
He and Church continued to talk, and I stole looks at Cady, who ate slowly. When she was done, she cleaned her plate at the sink before putting it away.
“I’m going to shower,” she murmured. “Then turn in since I have classes tomorrow.”
When Church didn’t protest, she walked around the table to leave. I got up and stopped her, pulling her in for a hug. She fell into it instantly, sniffling.
“I love you, Rina,” she whispered, hugging me tightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I nodded and released her, watching as she wiped her eyes and left the room.
Sighing, I retook my seat. Church reached out and held my hand tightly as I grabbed my fork. I looked over at him to see his green eyes wavering.
He seemed sad. Or worried. I couldn’t tell which, and that terrified me more than anything.