Chapter 11 Nyx
NYX
Ifeel their hands everywhere. One set is gently rolling both of my nipples between their thumbs and forefingers.
The other set, slowly exploring every inch of my thighs.
Looking down Hutch, sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue.
Demitri’s scruff follows behind his hands as he kisses up the inside of my thighs.
I writhe beneath their hands. Demitri holds my thighs open before taking a long lick up my slit to my throbbing clit. His tongue lashing the small bundle of nerves until I feel my orgasm building. I am about to fall over the edge when Hutch takes my nipple between his teeth and I fall…
I bolt up out of bed, my heart pounding out of my chest. I can still feel the lingering spasms of the orgasm from my dream.
It’s been years since I had a dream that intense, unless it is a nightmare.
I couldn’t tell you if I’ve ever had a dream about a guy, let alone the two haunting my real life lately.
I need to get these men out of my head. I don’t have it in me to open my legs, let alone my heart to one guy, and there are two of them that I could never choose from.
Hutch is light personified, and Demitri is the darkness that lurks in the corners of every room.
I feel like they are one, each half of the perfect whole that is my Demon and Blue.
No, goddamn it. I need to stop thinking like this.
They made mention that they have shared before.
I refuse to just be a fling. Although maybe that would sate this need raging inside of me.
Four years is a long time without the affection that comes with being intimate with someone.
Something that my trusty rechargeable and a good book boyfriend can never give me.
Climbing out of bed, I head for my kitchen.
I stop by Midnight's cat tower to give him morning scratches. Midnight is my constant companion. I grab my favorite stainless steel water bottle out of the dish rack next to the sink and start filling the bottle with water. The apartment is all clean lines, bright sun coming through the windows. This place is just a place to rest my head, it has never felt like a home. I have never hung up any photos on the walls or added any decor that doesn’t have a purpose.
The only thing in here that shows any sort of personality is the bookshelves that line every available wall in the living room.
One thing I never give up is my books. I read just about anything, but my favorite genre is dark romance.
Most of the book girlies would kill to have two hot Marines chasing after them.
The shit Demitri did yesterday is straight out of one of my books.
All I needed was for him to chase Nick off, grab my face and crash his lips to mine.
Fuck, and now I am thinking about kissing Demitri.
That thought reminds me of the fireworks that erupted in the middle of the day in downtown Detroit.
Hutch’s lips on mine. They were the softest male lips I have ever kissed.
Just enough plumpness that I didn’t feel like I was kissing the grim reaper but not enough to feel like he’s suffocating me.
He tasted like his coffee from this morning.
He didn’t want to shove his tongue so far down my throat that I was going to gag on it.
It was just possessive enough with his hands on the back of my neck.
Suddenly I feel water running over my hands.
I zoned out so long that my water bottle is officially overflowing.
I dump a little of the cold water out and head over to the cabinet to grab an electrolyte packet.
Dumping the fruity powder in the bottle, closing the lid and giving it a good shake.
I go back to my room and change into some workout clothes.
The one nice thing about this complex is there is a really nice gym on the ground floor.
Grabbing a pair of black leggings and a black cropped workout top I change quickly and throw my hair up into a ponytail before grabbing my running shoes off the rack and tying them up.
I grab my keys, headphones and the water bottle and head for the gym.
Nothing can right my brain more than a good run and some weights.
I am finishing up a two mile run on the treadmill, the music taking my brain away from the chaos that is happening outside of this gym.
I have spent the last hour and a half not worried about the security for the game, having to spend two whole days with my own personal angel and demon.
I am one-thousand percent laying the ground rules when I see them tomorrow.
This is not happening. It can’t. My phone vibrates on the treadmill as soon as it switches over to cooldown mode.
Blue: You cannot ignore me forever, Little Witch.
FUCK. This boy is relentless. Can I call him a boy? They are both older than me.
Who doesn’t love a little age gap?
Blue: You will have to see us both tomorrow.
Unknown Number: Come out, come out wherever you are, Little Fox.
Oh, Jesus, Hutch has Demitri on this now too.
I can tell it’s him from the “Little Fox” nickname he has taken to calling me.
I cannot do this right now. I put my phone on “do not disturb” before I clean off my machine and grab a yoga mat to stretch out.
Switching my music over to the audiobook I was listening to.
I get lost in a fictional world while I finish cooling down and stretching my muscles out.
Heading back up to my apartment, I have the lingering feeling of eyes watching me.
Knowing it has got to be my paranoia getting the best of me, I take my headphones out of my ears and turn the book off.
I want to keep all my senses open until I get back into my locked apartment.
I stick my keys in the lock but I don’t hear the lock disengage.
Weird.
Walking into the apartment, everything seems normal. Nothing seems out of place or like it was disturbed. I take my phone out of my pocket, loving that they are putting pockets on leggings now. Pulling up my favorites list from my contacts and hitting Kyra’s FaceTime number.
“Hey, girly!” Her smile appears on my screen. She radiates sunshine no matter what she is doing.
“There is my bestie.” I can’t help but smile back at her. “So, girl, do I have the tea for you today.”
”Ooooh, do tell?” Her face gets closer to the camera, like, if she gets closer she will be able to get more out of me. Her blonde hair falls in her face while she rests her cheek on her fist.
“Wanna meet me for lunch and drinks? Will Mike let you out of the house?”
”He’s at work. Wanna say in like an hour?
The diner we love?” She giggles, knowing that if Mike was home this would never happen.
I have never liked him, but she met him while I was deployed, and by the time I came home there was nothing I was able to do to change her mind.
Kyra is just as stubborn as me and if I had tried to force her hand she would have clung to the asshole even more.
Thank goodness, they don’t have money to plan a wedding, or else he would probably be her husband by now. But for the time being, they are both “happy” engaged.
“See you there. Love ya.” I hang up the Facetime, and go hop in the shower to get ready to head to lunch.