Chapter Twenty-One #2
“On it, Doc.” Jonas disappears as Damon scrounges around the kitchen as though he’s looking for everything.
I guess it’s his first time here. He finally finds a pot after his fourth attempt, gets to the fridge that’s barely stocked except for a few essentials.
He gets to the pantry and finds a few packets of Swiss Miss.
“Jonas!”
“Yeah?”
“Look in Axel’s room, see if you can find anything for Maverick.”
“Oh, I’m good. I don’t need –“
“You saved her life, Maverick. The least we can do is get you into some dry clothes and get you warm. Please, as a doctor, let me.”
I nod. How can I argue with that?
Raven still hasn’t looked up, she’s pale and her lips are almost back to their natural pink. When Jonas comes back in less than three minutes, he throws a towel at me but begins to dry her with gentleness that’s almost concerning. “Hey, baby. Did you have a bad dream?”
Raven nods as he peels off the sweatshirt from her body. We all see the bruise my grasp left on her forearm from when I yanked her to me but her gaze stays down. “You want to tell me what happened?”
She shakes her head. My eyes stay glued on her, them.
The way Damon watches as Jonas peels off the camisole, putting the towel around her, hiding her body from my sight as he reaches and pulls her panties down and off, carefully avoiding her feet.
He grabs a clean pair and again, avoiding her feet, he slides one up to the ankle then the other.
“Lean on me, baby. Mmhmm. You’re doing so good. ”
The white cotton panties glide up her thighs, and they disappear under the towel.
Catch. Feast. Torment. Rut.
I adjust my growing erection that hasn’t been hard in ten fucking days.
“Good girl.” Jonas turns his muscular back to me to face Damon. “I’ll stir the chocolate. Take a look at her feet. Other than clean them, I don’t think I’m good for much. ”
“Do you have a first aid kit?” Damon asks and Raven points upstairs. He nods then looks to me. “You should come with me. I’ll show you where you can change.”
I follow him up, he points me to the first bedroom on the left where I dress into a loose-fitting Yellow Jackets tee, sweatpants, and clean socks.
I wander out into the hallway, noticing how void it is of anything.
There are no pictures hanging on the wall, no items of sentimental value, as though the cabin was purchased as is and was never lived in.
The walls are painted a light lilac, a frequent, little thing that pops up around her.
Purples. All shades. Lilac, plum, lavender, magentas.
Even the lotus flower tattoo on her thigh is shaded in with various purples.
Easily her favorite color.
At the end of the hallway, where the only other door is open, in big shimmering gold letters is Casa de Cuervos, est. 2018.
So I was right; the home was purchased and never lived in…
until now. I hear voices downstairs, but I can’t help myself.
I step just outside the threshold and peer inside.
Against the middle of the back wall between two windows is a giant black four-poster bed, the purple comforter is ruffled up.
Two duffle bags are by a door that’s either an en-suite bathroom or a walk-in closet.
I turn and go back the way I came, standing at the base of the stairs, and watch as Damon cleans and disinfects her feet, her adorable face scrunched up in a wince. Her hands come up and make motions.
“I don’t care if you don’t like it, little bird, I have to clean and wrap your feet so they don’t get infected. You were already supposed to be resting your leg after last night. I knew you should’ve taken your Ambien.”
Her hands come up and then she spreads her legs, there, perched on the counter.
“Stop trying to distract me. If you think I won’t devour your sweet little cunt on this very counter because your feet are hurt, you’re very wrong. I’m eating your cunt. Not your feet.”
Jonas chokes on his hot chocolate. “Christ, we created a monster.” He laughs.
Raven sighs, annoyed .
Jonas leans over and kisses her cheek and then winks, “I love my little monster.”
Well, that answers my question.
Damon slathers an ointment on her feet, puts gauze on them and then wraps her feet and her hurt ankle. “No stitches needed, free of debris, just a few deep scratches but nothing rest won’t heal. Looks like she’ll be your backpack all weekend after all.” Damon smirks.
Jonas laughs. “As soon as the weather gets better and it’s not so cold out, I’ll have her on the back of my bike so she can really be my backpack. But I’m sure with some great super padded riding gear, we could push through some of the chilly days. Would you like that, baby?”
Raven nods enthusiastically and points to her tattoos.
“More?”
Raven nods once again and from the smile that spreads across both Damon and Jonas, I’m guessing she’s smiling too. She moves her hand over her arm and down.
“A whole sleeve, huh?”
Damon grabs the arm she was showcasing and he slides the sleeve of the shirt she wears up and sighs, inspecting my artwork. “This will stay bruised for a while. Maverick grabbed on pretty tight.”
“Good thing we have to wear a blazer with our uniform. If she walks around with that, they’d think I did it.”
“The good thing is it was done for good reason.”
Jonas smirks. “I left bruises on her and you didn’t mind them.”
Damon side-eyes Jonas. “I believe those were made with good intentions as well.”
Jonas laughs and gets closer to Raven, cupping her face in his palms, his eyes darken and the bulge in his pajamas growing. “Oh you’re right about that. And as soon as she can walk again, I’ll make sure to leave more. Then again, if her legs are on my shoulders…”
He’s incorrigible… a bit like me.
I clear my throat to make my presence known. The last thing they need to think is that I’m upstairs going through their things. Which I would’ve if there was anything to go through .
“Maverick, glad you could join us.” Damon hands me a mug and the warmth of the chocolate when I sip at it makes me feel warm everywhere. It’s delicious and I want it so bad to not be.
I nod. “Thank you for the clothes… and the chocolate.”
Damon grins. “Thank you, for… bringing her home.”
Home.
“Is she okay?” I ask like I didn’t hear them earlier.
“Scratches weren’t too deep. She’s bruised and favoring one leg over the other due to exhaustion but other than that, she’s perfect.” He smiles, looking at her. She blushes and looks down at her mug of chocolate that tastes divine.
“Do you all live together? Here, I mean.”
Jonas shakes his head. “No, we’ll be back on campus tomorrow evening. We just came by because Raven wanted to come here last night. Something about her cello and her books.”
Raven almost bounces off the counter in excitement.
“Okay, baby, okay. C’mon. Show us your spooky little lair.”
Raven wraps her legs around Jonas’ torso her crotch resting just inches above his and her arms over his shoulder.
She just goes to him so easily. As if they never broke up.
As if he never overheard her swallowing my load.
He grabs her by the bottom and she leads us, pointing to which hallway to go through, every wall naked.
We reach a final door and she taps in her code, and down we go.
It’s like walking into an entirely separate world.
It’s not spooky at all. It’s… It’s perfect .
The walls are painted a light green sage, the shelves on the walls are lines with the same shimmering gold paint from above.
Sofas, a reading nook, a circular hanging chair, a coffee and tea bar, and then she points to a door in the corner of the room and when Jonas opens it, there, in the center is a singular music stand, a chair, a very expensive cello, a keyboard, a guitar and recording equipment.
“ She was a music major… plans to transfer to Julliard.”
“Play for me?” Jonas asks with a kiss. I lean against the doorframe, crossing one ankle over the other, and then cross my arms. Damon mirrors me.
She makes a motion with her hands as if to say, piano ?
“No, I want to see you in your element. All classy and shit, playing your cello. It’s so fucking sexy. ”
Raven blushes. It’s obvious no one has ever told her that her raw gift for playing the cello is exceptionally sexy.
Because yes, I had done my research thoroughly and watched her playing on the school’s YouTube channel, and yes, it’s erection inducing.
She nods up at him and he sets her down on the chair and grabs her cello for her, settling it between her knees, he takes a seat on the floor and leans his back against the cushioned wall.
She leans to pull the bow from where it’s tucked.
In the smoothest of motions, Raven pulls her half-dry hair to the opposite side and over her shoulder, straightens her back and when she places her hands over the strings, she closes her eyes, and softly inhales. On the exhalation, her bow touches the strings and she transforms .
Her eyebrows knit together, the scar on her temple disappears under the lighting, her lips pout as Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters begins to ricochet off the walls.
With each pluck, each glide of the bow, the cello a mere extension of her soul; she’s lost, lost to the music she is creating as sweat forms on her brow, the music a gathering crescendo, and she’s gone, gone, gone .
And I’m gone with her. Her hands move in a frenzy, muscles in her forearms flexing, her head tilts and her eyes roll back and forth behind her eyelids, as if she’s reading the music notes behind them.
I’m not sure if my heart has stopped beating, but by the time she’s done playing, I finally remember how to breathe.
The same effect seems to have taken ahold of Damon as he silently blinks, his chest visibly rises and falls, his handsome face poised in total fascination.
She opens her eyes, twin amber flames settling on mine, setting me ablaze.