Chapter Twenty-Six #2
Not a lot of people know this about Lex but he was a child prodigy.
He could play any instrument, listen to a piece of music and replicate it instantly.
He had a car accident after he married his wife and he broke both of his hands.
It took years of him teaching himself to play again.
When he took the job as a custodian, the university granted him full access to the music rooms and any instruments left behind .
So, I would tap against the door of the locker but he’d be playing so loudly he couldn’t hear me. But on the third day, I thought he was a hallucination. The music, too. So I pretended I was tapping on my phone to change the song. Even requested a few.
“He finally heard you.” Jonas whispers with unshed tears in his eyes.
Raven nods and looks down, not meeting our gazes.
I tried to talk at first, but my throat always hurt and the words were hard because of the medication I was under and then…
and then it seemed like they didn’t matter anymore.
I was lost to the pills or in my mind most of the time and then they, my family, gave up trying to talk to me or I was always alone and then it really didn’t matter anymore.
“But why the vow of silence?” I ask.
She looks up at me and blinks. I want my words to matter when I finally speak them.
“Everything you do matters, little bird. Even if you don’t impact millions of people, even if you only decide to tell your story to us, you’ve changed our lives.
That’s the thing people tend to forget; the way you impact just one person creates a ripple effect.
You’ve been created ripples for a very long time that are causing tsunamis. ”
She smiles sadly at me.
“Well, I for one, can’t wait to see the type of destruction you leave behind.” Jonas leans over and kisses her jaw in a place that makes her squirm. “Make those waves, baby. Fuck with their heads and then drown ‘em all.”
Maverick pops up with two mugs of steaming coffee, black for me, and one for himself. “So, what did I miss?” He asks, sitting on the other of the bed, his back against the headboard beside me, even though he’s lax, he’s still tense in his own home.
I shake my head. “We were just talking about how Riordan is probably being arrested at this moment, and how since the police department said it was an open and closed case, we can start rebuilding soon.” I half-lie.
Maverick takes a sip and then clears his throat, “There’s… There’s no rush.”
“Maverick, we’re obviously crowding you, we’ll find an Air BnB in the meantime and either rebuild once the insurance money comes through or find a new place to live. I’ve already been scoping out a few places I could purchase if Raven doesn’t want to rebuild.”
“I’m uh, just not used to… I’ve lived alone since I was a teenager. This is all just… new to me but you aren’t… I’m not entirely uncomfortable. I just need to adjust.”
I understand what he means. Every room in this house is impeccable.
Nothing is out of place. Not even one throw blanket on the plush sofas downstairs are actually thrown.
They’re perfectly placed to make the house look warm and inviting, but it’s not.
It’s just a place someone lives but doesn’t live in .
It’s desolate in the many ways it shouldn’t be - a house of this size.
As a single man, it was why I’d opted for living in an apartment.
There was something that felt wrong about having an entire home and nobody to share it with.
Men like Maverick and I… we weren’t the type to be hosts either.
“We argue a lot.” Jonas states.
He nods.
“Raven is messy.”
Raven kicks Jonas.
“Ouch. Babe, you are. The books and throw pillows and blankets and the taking notes with everything laid out, not to mention, you tend to forgo picking up after yourself so you can nap. And her hair gets everywhere.”
Maverick watches them intently as Raven hikes a brow and she crosses her arms.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
She climbs into my lap and Jonas frowns when I chuckle.
“I don’t mind those things.” Maverick argues.
“You don’t mind those things until you’re in the shower pulling hair out of your ass that’s not even yours.” Jonas mumbles.
Raven looks at me, the question in her eyes, asking me if it’s true.
“I have yet to have that happen to me,” I lie.
“At this point I could build a wig.”
Raven makes a scissoring motion with her fingers and grabs her hair. It’s a collective gasp and a “No!” And she smirks knowingly as if saying that’s what I thought with a head nod .
“Besides, Siren, I thought you preferred me being able to wrap your hair around my wrist when I fuck you from behind.” Mav growls and Raven shivers.
Mav?
It's my turn to hike a brow. Oh ? “I prefer being able to watch her face when she comes for me.” I wink.
“Same. But that’s why I love fucking her in front of a mirror. It’s the best of both worlds.”
“You sure it’s not just your own ego and you watch yourself?” Maverick jokes but the tension in the room is building.
Jonas laughs. “Why watch myself when I can watch her titties sway and clap together or look down and watch her ass bounce while her pussy swallows my dick? Fuck, Raven baby, come here. I need you.”
He stands up, hands already in the waistband of the sweats Maverick let him borrow and she climbs out of my lap and goes to him immediately on all fours, flashing us her pussy and my cum dripping out of it.
Maverick hisses and I groan in satisfaction.
She sits up on her knees and kisses Jonas tenderly as he slips the sweats down to mid-thigh and then tugs the FBI shirt off.
“Show me what Professor Harrington taught you, baby. Show him what a good student you are.” He whispers and she bows to him, exposing herself to us again.
“This doesn’t bother you?” He asks.
“Watch.” I whisper.
She licks her lips then grabs the base of his shaft and pumps him while swirling her tongue over the head before taking him into her mouth. He fists her hair in one hand and guides her. The smile on his face demonic. “That’s it baby, fuck you’re such a good girl aren’t you?”
Her thighs tremble in response and I leak out of her. “Show me how much you love me, baby.” She sucks him deeper, swallowing and his eyes roll back. “Fuck yes, that’s my sick little slut. Did your doctor fuck you? Hmm?”
Instead of letting her answer he reaches over and plunges his ring and middle finger knuckles deep into her slippery cunt and she moans, arching her back further .
I feel my length thicken and harden as if I hadn’t just fucked her thirty minutes ago. She’s dripping. The sight so erotic I want to take pictures of it. He scoops as much of me as he can out and wipes it on her pink puckered hole, playing, teasing, one finger, in and out and then the other.
“Relax, baby.” He coos, slowing the piston of his hips into an unrelenting pace.
He looks at me, hazel eyes dilated, lids heavy.
“Doc, clean your mess while I finger this perfect ass. Spit it all in there so Harrington can see what other lessons she took. She’s been such a good girl for us, hasn’t she? ” He winks.
“Jesus Christ.” I hear beside me and smirk at the Professor stroking his dick over his sweats before I lean forward on all fours and begin to lick up my mess.
Raven tenses and Jonas shakes his head at her. “Uh-uh baby, you wanted this, remember? When me and Archer took your virginity? I asked you if you wanted Maverick, too. These are the consequences to being honest, baby. You get rewarded .”
Another whimper and her thighs shake when I lick her pussy from behind, the taste of us, tangy and sweet, intoxicating and reviving.
I do as I’m told, for no reason other than my love of watching her reach oblivion.
When I’ve gathered enough of myself I lift my head.
Jonas let’s go of her hair and uses both hands to open her ass and I spit all I haven’t swallowed into her.
Jonas pulls out of her, a string of saliva connecting them. “Let Maverick stretch your asshole baby, but face me. I need to feel your pussy squeeze me.”
Jonas is deranged . There’s something that happens to him when he’s inside of her that’s on the verge of depraved and experimental, testing hers and his own limits, forcing her to trust him, me, and now Harrington to break past her mental barriers to give her the pleasure she doesn’t or won’t ask for but so desperately craves.
She looks at Jonas confused and then at Maverick. I know we’ve put him on the spot, but if we’re going to stay, we need to learn to be able to share. Specifically, Raven. It’s what made Jonas and I able to tolerate each other, to get past the initial awkwardness. Maverick must sense this, too .
It isn’t a power play. It’s a choice . We either do this, or we don’t. He knows we’ll take her with us and we won’t come back.
He tugs down his sweats and kicks them off completely, extending his arms to her.
She goes to him, still unsure of it all, but when he takes her mouth and shoves his tongue into hers, it seals us together.
She breaks their kiss to turn over and he guides her, helping her straddle him.
He spits in his hand and glides it over the tip of his dick, then positions her so he can enter and she sits, her hands on his thighs.
“Jesus,” Maverick groans as she leans on him, jaw slack, brows furrowed but her eyes bounce between Jonas and me.
He stretches his legs out, his heels finding purchase on the mattress to spread her legs wide.
He slowly fucks into her ass, holding her hips and it is a sight to behold.
I’m still draining from her puffy, dark pink hole, her nub is swollen and begging to be kissed and that’s exactly what I do.
It’s an instinct now, a reflex to pleasure her in all ways imaginable. She rides Maverick, gliding her own pussy against my flattened tongue, those little sighs various in pitch as I lick and suck on her clit.