Chapter 12 #2
“We’re here,” Decker affirmed with a tone that was slightly harsher—yet, somehow just as soothing as Krew’s soft, loving words. “We’re not going anywhere without you.”
Decker had no clue how his honesty affected me. Unfortunately, his unconditional support made me cry even more.
The guys let me have my moment, again. And I appreciated that.
I finally calmed down and raised my head, swiping the wetness from my cheeks.
Krew walked away, and then came back with a large wad of toilet paper in his hand. “Here.” He handed it to me.
“Thanks,” I uttered, half chuckling and half still crying. Krew’s sweetness continued to unravel my resolve to keep quiet about Teke.
The moment I locked eyes on Krew, I knew there was no way of hiding the past. Those eyes were always going to haunt me. The truth had to come out. One way or another, these men had to know what happened. At least to clear my conscience.
“Better?” Krew asked, and my heart lightened at seeing a glimpse of his smile.
“I’m sorry for being a raging shrew. It’s just that…” I blew out a breath, and tried to ease the thrashing in my chest.
You can do this, Regi . You can tell them .
“Don’t say sorry. I know it’s a lot to take in,” Krew said sweetly—so sweetly that I had to look away from his attention.
God, he thought I was talking about our current situation. If only that was all of it.
I dropped my head. “There are some things…” I couldn’t finish. The truth was a giant burr stuck in my throat. I pulled away from both men, hoping the distance would give me clarity and the strength to confess.
“What?” Krew stood there, didn’t move an inch while his voice was coated with concern.
Even though Decker’s scrutiny was slightly unnerving, I swallowed down the hesitation, ready to tell them everything. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Krew was suddenly in my space and kissed my forehead. “Whatever it is, we’re here to listen.” Then his lips touched my temple.
I clutched the wad of toilet paper to my chest as the swell of emotion swept through my body. I used to kiss their foreheads when they were hurt or upset. It was an innocent action back then. Now…
The tentative touches of his lips on my skin made a bloom of desire spread like wildfire throughout my body, and a fluttery pulse started between my legs. I couldn’t explain why his kiss affected me, but I wasn’t going to ponder on it.
“Thank you,” I said with a hitch in my breath.
“Whenever you want to talk about it, we’re here,” Decker added, as he stood next to Krew.
With utmost gentleness, Decker brushed my bangs out of my eyes. But his predatory gaze made my breath hitch in reaction. Krew had a similar look, just less wolfish. And that was my undoing.
The connection I was feeling with these men temporarily exorcised the demons out of me. Every reason to run disintegrated to dust. The yearning I thought I had lost years ago glowed bright, becoming a pyre of need and desperation the likes of which I had never experienced in my life.
Instead of telling them the truth about Teke, I stepped into them, cupped the back of Krew’s neck, and looked into Decker’s azure eyes.
I pulled Decker down for a kiss, but he stiffened at my touch.
I wasn’t going to be deterred, though. I needed this from him and from Krew. Even if it was only for a short while.
I pressed my mouth gently against his until Decker opened for me.
He tasted of cigarettes, which startled me, since I didn’t remember him smoking when we were young.
It was a potent reminder that, although he was still Decker, he was a man now, not a boy.
And this man’s tongue was dueling with mine in a frantic dance for dominance.
Then I felt another set of lips on my cheek. Krew .
I closed my eyes as Decker pulled away and Krew took over. His lips were warm, gentler than Decker’s, and his tongue wasn’t as demanding.
The last time I’d kissed each of them was when I turned sixteen—a light peck on their lips. Krew and Decker had shared open-mouth kisses, but they hadn’t been comfortable with the idea of me joining in on their kisses.
I was too young, they had said, and we three had agreed to wait. So, we made a pact that I had to be of legal age. And I was okay with that at the time.
Now?
My intentions weren’t innocent. Our kisses had awakened a torrent of longing within me that spun my desire into a demand of want. A greedy need that turned carnal. They were the only ones who could cast away the darkness that had been plaguing me for years.
Krew, now even taller, tatted up, and bulky with muscles, was my gentle giant. Decker, on the other hand, was all angles and hard lines, especially his toned, sinewy body. The contrast between these men, and their kisses, had me ravenous for more of their mouths—their touches.
I craved them in ways that didn’t make sense to me, but they felt right. It was like I’d been empty for so long that my fear of intimacy didn’t matter. My ravenous need to be with Krew and Decker outweighed the rising panic coursing through my body.
What was that saying? When in Rome? Okay, maybe that didn’t fit this scenario.
Still, I refused to give up because I was scared shitless.
I shouldn’t—couldn’t turn away because it had been my dream to be with these men since I learned what sex was.
I’d take what they were offering and then I’d run.
At least I would have their taste, their touch, and the feel of their bodies imprinted on my memory.
Decker’s overwhelming presence was intense. As his mouth deepened the kiss and his hands roamed my body as though he owned it, I still needed more.
I shivered, knowing Krew had stepped back and was watching us like some voyeur. The idea of Krew touching himself as he observed Decker devouring me shot another bolt of lust straight through my veins and down to my pulsating clit.
A pleasured pain exploded from my breasts as Decker pinched my already tight buds through the fabric of my t-shirt, bringing me into the present.
The part of my brain still capable of thought wondered why I wasn’t afraid of what he was doing to me. Maybe I was just overwhelmed by lust—drowning in Decker’s desire, determined to ride this wave of pleasure all the way to the end.
Soon Decker’s touch wasn’t enough. I hungered for both men’s hands on me, like I’d dreamt about for years.
If my mother could see me now, she’d call me a deviant—a whore, for wanting two men. But in this moment, I didn’t care.
I reached out for Krew, and he came back to us. He anchored himself behind me while Decker ran his fingers through my hair, gripped it tight and angled my head so that my lips were close to Krew’s.
“Kiss her,” Decker ordered.
Krew didn’t give me a moment to breathe. He obeyed immediately, engulfing my mouth with so much passion, I almost suffocated in his longing. And I kissed him right back with equal fervor.
He then pulled back, his eyes on Decker now, equally hungry and desperate. I knew that look all too well. I remembered how Krew had looked at him. The intensity of their stares was nuclear.
Decker’s pupils were blown as he leaned into Krew and captured his mouth. Their kiss was frantic and wanton, all tongues and teeth, like they were about to take a bite out of each other.
Sandwiched between Krew and Decker, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in this moment. Their connection ramped up my desire. And seeing these two men loving on each other, picturing them loving on me, filled me up with so much joy that I almost wept.
“I need to taste you,” Decker demanded before I felt his hand sliding down the front of my yoga pants. His fingers maneuvered behind the tight waist band until he was inside my underwear.
Decker didn’t hesitate and dragged his digits across my throbbing clit until he drove two of them inside me.
I gasped from the intrusion, and waited a second for the familiar panic to resurface… But it didn’t and the pleasured pain grew into an inferno of desire I had never experienced in my life. Not even my vibrator on the highest setting got me to this level of want.
“Krew, you have to feel her. She so soft and wet for us.” Decker dipped his fingers deeper into me and then pulled them out. He brought his hand to his nose and sniffed. “Fuck, Princess you smell good. Now how do you taste?”
He stuck his fingers into his mouth and groaned, while Krew stood still behind me like he was waiting for his turn.
“You want to taste her—don’t you?” Decker asked Krew as he delved back into my pants, drove his fingers inside me and pumped in and out several times. I was about to come.
“Decker,” I panted out.
“Don’t come,” he commanded before he pulled out and raised his hand to Krew. “Taste her—suck all her juices off my fingers.”
Krew lowered his mouth onto Decker’s fingers until his lips swallowed them down to the third knuckles before pulling back. “So sweet,” he whispered in my ear.
“Give me your mouth.” Decker clasped the back of Krew’s neck and he lowered his head until their lips collided.
I couldn’t do anything but watch these two men hungrily devour each other.
Then Decker pulled back and looked down at me. “Say yes to us, Regi.”
The window shattered, and Decker swiftly wrenched Krew and me down to the floor. “Get to the bathroom,” he growled, and scuttled us backwards.
“What the hell was that?” I whispered-screeched in outrage as I climbed into the tub, shaking badly.
“Don’t fucking move from here.” Decker completely ignored my question, then took off, slammed the bathroom door, and left me in there with Krew.
“Christ,” Krew spat as he turned to me. “Are you okay? Do you have any glass on you?”
“A few scratches on my feet, I think. Otherwise, I’m not hurt.” I admitted. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“What was that, Krew?” I tucked my legs tighter to my chest.
“I think that was bullets.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I hope Decker…”
My eyes widened. “Then why in the hell did Decker run out there? Is he fucking crazy?” My voice rose, until I looked into Krew’s hardened gaze, and I quickly shut up.
“Because out of the three of us, he’s the only one that can find out who’s trying to kill us—Jesus, Regi—we tried to tell you,” he said with irritation.
Bile rose quickly in the back of my throat, but I swallowed it down. “So, what you guys were saying earlier is true? There are people out there who are after us?”
“Not people, Regi—killers. Someone put a hit out on us both. Who did you think was in your apartment? Decker told you the truth. That guy was a hitman.”
“You aren’t lying.”
“No,” Krew said with a slow shake of his head.
“Why? Who would do that to us—to me? I’m a nobody,” I shakily insisted, not wanting to believe what Krew was telling me. All the wonderful feelings from moments ago—poof. Incinerated until only ashes remained, leaving behind fear and outrage in its place.
Krew stretched out a hand and took hold of mine. My eyes dropped to the tattoos running up his arm, to where his t-shirt sleeve hid the rest of the ink. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “But Decker knows people. He said he’d take care of it, and I believe him.”
I pulled my hand out of his hold, attempting to separate myself from Krew. This all started when I saw him at the fight. I should have listened to my gut and declined Maya’s invite to go. I felt panic rising back up, so I clung to the tub wall, my eyes still glued to him. “Krew?—"
Before I could say anymore, the bathroom door flung open and Decker stood in the threshold, his eyes glowing with rage. “Whoever was shooting at us is gone. We need to get the hell out of here, fast, before they come back.”
“Alright,” Krew said as he tried to help me out of the tub.
“I can walk out by myself.” I resisted taking his hand, and avoid Krew and Decker’s stares. The more distance I put between these men and me, the better.
“Your foot is bleeding,” Decker growled, as he bent down.
“Don’t,” I barked. I walked around him and grabbed my bag, skirting the glass on the floor the best I could. I didn’t mean to snap at Decker, but I felt too vulnerable to apologize.
Maybe Krew was wrong, and they weren’t after me—that meathead had mentioned Maya—could it be that—damn it, I couldn’t think straight.
Once I’d slipped into my shoes, I was ready to get the hell out of there. Away from them.
Decker had other ideas. He gripped my arm and spun me around. “I don’t know what happened between where we were earlier to now, but I want your full attention, Regi.” Decker released his hold and got in my face. “Your, full, attention.”
I refused to look at him. Because if I did, I’d break down again. The way I felt safe in their arms was only an illusion. It was a mistake touching them. I had to run—it was the only way to be free. I had done it before, and I could run again.
“Damnit, get out of your head and give me your eyes, Regi.” The force in Decker’s demand caught me off guard, and I had no choice but to listen.
I raised my eyes to his and saw raw anger, mixed with hurt, in those azure pools.
“What?” I hissed back, knowing my anger was the only way to combat his fiery temper and the panic that was coursing through my veins.
Decker bent slightly, bringing his face close to mine. He raised his hand and I flinched, in case he was going to hit me. It was an involuntary reaction. Deep down, I knew he would never hurt me. Well… the Decker I once knew wouldn’t. Did I really know who Decker was now?
Decker paused a second before he dropped his hand.
“If you think I’m going to let you go without us, you’re crazy.
Until I get this shit sorted, you’re not going anywhere alone.
Krew and I finally got you back, there’s no way we’re ever going to let you go.
You are ours. You know it and we know it.
” His voice wasn’t laced with anger, but it was no less harsh.
Then Decker turned to Krew. “Gather our things, we’re out of here in three. ”
I stood there frozen by Decker’s icy words.
What he said about me belonging to them might have been true once upon a time.
Not today, though. Not ever again. I didn’t belong to anybody, only to myself.
And the sooner they knew the truth about Teke, the sooner I’d be free of them for the rest of my life.