35. Chapter Thirty-Five
Ireluctantly lift myself from Brad’s lap and he huffs at the loss of connection between us whilst Ryker’s heated gaze washes over my naked body.
“Take the condom off and keep your dick up,” Ryker orders, his eyes still fixed on me.
“Yes, sir.”
Brad’s snarky comment causes a flash of amusement to pass over Ryker’s face.
“Don’t make this weird, Brad.”
He steps towards me, his eyes flicking down to my lips.
“Turn around and bend over.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip at his gruff tone and I immediately obey, desperately wanting the release that was stolen from me.
As I turn to face Brad, I’m met with the glorious sight of his hand sliding along the length of his dick, his hungry gaze burning holes into my skin.
Ryker moves behind me, his thighs brushing against mine. He nudges his foot against my ankle and I widen my stance.
I bend forward, arching my back and pushing my arse in the air until my lips are hovering above Brad’s cock, and place my hands on his thighs to hold myself up.
He lifts his hips, sliding his glistening tip against my lips.
“You look so perfect like this, Callie.” His praise makes me blush as heat swarms my body.
Ryker swipes the head of his dick through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal, and my lips part as a whimper releases from me.
Ryker leans over me, his warm body pressing against mine as his lips brush against my ear.
“This is going to be hard and fast, Callie. Tell me if you’re ready for this.”
I nod my head with no hesitation.
Brad’s hand twines into my hair, and he pulls my head up until I’m looking at him.
“Use your words, Callie.”
“Yes, I want this. I need this!”
That’s all the confirmation they need.
Ryker growls as he thrusts inside of me with no resistance. Filling me with each delicious inch, a shocked, high-pitched moan tumbles out of me.
I would be embarrassed if I could feel anything other than blinding pleasure.
My inner walls clamp around Ryker as he continues pushing inside of me whilst my stomach quivers in excitement and anticipation.
My nails dig into Brad’s legs when Ryker bottoms out, and I gasp, feeling swirls of desire rush through me.
I tentatively swipe my tongue along Brad”s length, savouring his taste, and when his hips jolt, it gives me the confidence to do more.
Swirling my tongue around the tip, I slowly suck it into my mouth and move one of my hands to grab hold of his shaft, pumping it up and down in time with my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Callie. Don’t stop,” he pleads.
He rocks his hips slowly, matching Ryker’s pace inside of me.
I suction my lips around him, bobbing my head up and down, pulling him deep into my mouth until my throat constricts around him and my eyes water.
“Holy shit!”
Ryker fastens his pace, and muffled noises escape me.
The room fills with animalistic sounds from each of us and the sound of skin slapping against skin at a furious pace.
My legs begin to shake as the pressure inside my core builds. Brad’s hand tightens in my hair and Ryker’s grip onto my waist.
I lift my head and let Brad’s dick slip from my mouth, needing to catch my breath, but I continue twisting my hand from the root to the tip.
Ryker reaches his hand beneath me, and his fingers connect with my clit. My vision blurs as tingles erupt across my body, and my muscles tighten as he swirls his fingers around.
Brad leans back, lifting his hips in time with my hand, watching me intensely as I start to lose control.
“I’m so close,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“So is she. I can feel it,” Ryker grunts.
The mixture of being pounded into from behind, the fingers rubbing on my clit, and the salty taste of Brad’s pre-cum in my mouth pushes me over the edge.
My inner walls clenches tight around Ryker, and my hand squeezes around Brad.
My eyes shut and sparks ignite. Shocks of ecstasy shoot through me when Ryker pinches my clit, and sounds I’ve never emitted before start pouring out of my mouth as I finally orgasm.
Ryker and Brad are both grunting as they grow closer to their own climax, both of them now moving at a rushed and unsteady pace.
My toes curl, digging into the plush carpet beneath my feet, and my limbs slacken.
Brad’s hand envelopes mine and he pushes the tip of his dick into my mouth as hot spurts of cum shoot out of him, coating my tongue.
Ryker pushes himself deep inside of me, a tortured groan leaving his lips as his cock thickens with his release, filling me with his cum and warming my insides.
I slump down, my face resting in Brad’s lap as the sound of our ragged breaths fills the room.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he breathes, flopping backwards against the bed.
Ryker’s damp body connects with mine as he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts my limp body, walking me over to the bed and laying me down beside Brad.
He tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear, and his concerned gaze meets mine.
“Are you okay?”
A sated smile graces my lips.
“I’m really good. That was really good. Tiring, but good.”
He smirks and leans in to kiss me. It’s soft and quick, yet it holds so much passion.
“I think we should all take a nap,” Brad mutters.
“I would agree, but I think we all need to clean up.”
Brad and I sleepily groan at Ryker’s suggestion and he laughs before lifting my body.
“I’ll help you shower, Pretty Girl. I won”t, however, be helping him.”
“Dude, my balls were just in your face, and we made eye contact whilst fucking our girl. I think it’d be okay for you to shower me.”
Brad chortles when Ryker kicks his shin on the way past him.
After each of us has showered, it’s close to daylight outside. Not surprising considering I showered with both Brad and Ryker, separately, neither of them able to keep their hands to themselves.
Brad is lying on the bed behind me, his body curled around mine as his chest vibrates against my back each time he snores. Ryker’s the other side of me, his arm beneath my head and he too is asleep.
I’ve spent the last twenty minutes or so tracing my finger across the tattoo of my eyes on his inner forearm, admiring the attention to detail. Even though it’s not a coloured tattoo, you can see the brightness of my eyes. You can see the love, the innocence, and the vulnerability.
My gaze travels to the mirror opposite my bed, and I know that if I were to walk over to it and inspect my eyes, they wouldn’t look the same. They’re dull and haunted instead.
My phone vibrates against my desk, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I carefully pull myself away from Brad and Ryker, twisting my body in certain ways so I don’t disrupt their sleep. Then, I grab one of their t-shirts from the floor and slide it on.
I pick up my phone, seeing a missed call from Nate.
I glance at the sleeping hunks before quietly leaving my room and walking downstairs to call Nate back.
My phone rings twice and then he picks it up.
“Hey, Princess, did I wake you?”
I pick at my lips with my fingers, debating whether to tell him the truth or not. Would he be hurt if he knew what we’d done last night?
“Uh, no, I was already awake… Ryker and Brad came here last night and stayed over.”
“Okay, great. Well, I have some info from Dad, and I also miss you after not seeing you lately. Do you mind if I come round before college so that I can talk to you and the twins?” His tone is normal, and I can’t detect any underlying annoyance.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll make sure everyone’s awake for when you get here.”
“Great. I’ll still be about forty minutes, so no rush. I’ll bring clothes for Brad as well, and I’ll likely have Kat with me.”
“Okay.” I pace around the entryway as the line goes silent. “Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks, his confusion evident.
“I just thought you might’ve had a different reaction about Brad and Ryker being here.”
“No, Callie,” he says, chuckling. “We’re all on the same page with everything. I’m not going to be annoyed with anything you do with them. I’ll get my chance with you at some point in the future when we’re both ready.”
My cheeks flush at his playful words and a smile spreads across my face, glad that he’s genuinely okay with the situation.
“I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”
As I’m stirring my coffee, waiting for Nate and Kat to arrive, I hear footsteps thumping against the marble floor in the entryway. My muscles tense, and my hand stops as I turn around to see who it is.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I see Callum walking in, rubbing at his eyes and scratching his navel.
“You still find it weird, don’t you?” he asks, moving over to the fridge and grabbing the milk.
“What do you mean?”
“I can read your body language too well, Callie. I saw how rigid you were when I walked in here.” My shoulders slump, and I nod my head, turning away from him to continue making my drink.
“I’ve spent years being fearful and apprehensive in this house, always listening to every movement and being cautious in case they get the jump on me. I forget that they’re gone, and I don’t think I can fully believe that we’re safe until Colin finds them and locks them up.”
He sidles up behind me, slinging his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side.
“Yeah, Connor and I feel the same way,” he says, dropping a kiss to the top of my head before pushing his hip against mine and moving me away from the kettle. “For example, I heard some real strange noises early hours this morning. Freaked me out at first until I realised that they were coming from your room.”
My face heats, and I whip my head around, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Oh my god!” I shriek, covering my flaming face with my hands to hide my embarrassment. Callum laughs at my reaction.
“Don’t worry, I plugged my ears afterwards. I didn’t hear all that much.”
Thankfully, the doorbell rings, saving me from this mortifying moment.
I rush out of the kitchen and fan my face as I walk through the entryway.
As soon as I open the door, I’m engulfed in a light hug, Kat’s face squished against one side of my face and Nate’s chest pressed against the other side.
“I’ve missed you so much, and I can’t wait to have you all to myself on Saturday!”
I giggle, wrapping an arm around Kat. “I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
When she pulls away, I move further into Nate’s arms and breathe him in.
“I’ve also missed you. It doesn’t seem as sincere now that she’s said it before me,” he mumbles into my hair. I squeeze him against me as I smile against his t-shirt.
“I think it’s safe to say that we all missed each other.”
He finally releases his hold on me when we hear footsteps descending the stairs.
Turning, I see Brad and Ryker at the bottom of the staircase and Connor walking down.
Connor’s steely eyes dart between each of us, confusion marring his face.
“How come everyone’s here?”
“Oh, uh, Nate called earlier. He has some stuff to talk to us about,” I rush out, glancing at the pair at the bottom of the staircase and willing them to keep their mouths shut.
Thankfully, Connor doesn’t even pay them attention, his eyes flying over to Nate instead.
“Is it about my mum or my dad?”
“It’s about Derek and Cameron. My dad called me this morning, filling me in on some things and asking me to tell you as he’s busy building the case and putting all of the evidence together to hand over to his superior.”
With that, we all walk into the kitchen, joining Callum. He hands each of us a coffee, and then we surround the island in the middle, everyone’s attention drawn to Nate.
“So, my dad rang earlier. They have a rough location on your father, uh, Derek. It’s hard to pinpoint him exactly because he’s constantly moving and he has a lot of help from other people who are covering his tracks, but their team is getting closer to finding him.”
I feel my shoulders slump in relief and a spark of hope flares inside me.
“He’s still with your Uncle Paul. My dad and his team have come up with a plan to use your Uncle Johnny.”
“What do you mean? How is Johnny going to help?”
“Well, they’re going to try and convince Derek or Paul that Johnny has something for them, information or weapons, something like that. They’re hoping that they will agree to meet with Johnny.”
I shake my head. “They won’t trust him, and if they do, he’ll be in danger!”
“He won’t be in any danger, Callie. He will have a whole team of trusted officers with him,” he assures.
Ryker wraps his arm around my waist and tilts my face up to his.
“I’m sure these guys are well trained. They’ll protect him. Besides, you know Johnny, he’ll be fine.”
“What about Cameron?” Connor asks, leaning his arms on the counter. “Have they managed to find him yet?”
Nate shakes his head. “They haven’t been able to find anything on him.”
“Well, they need to. He’s unhinged, and in my opinion, he’s more dangerous than my father. He’s always been strange, even when we were kids. If they catch Derek, Cameron would want to retaliate in some way.” Connor’s words send a fearful shudder through my body.
“Okay, I’ll talk to my dad about it.”
“Is our mum okay?” My heart clenches at the sound of Connor’s voice when he asks about our mother, so soft and vulnerable, so unlike him.
Nate nods, “Yeah, she’s okay. My dad is still staying with her and Crystal, as well as a few other people that he trusts. I promise you, he won’t let any harm come to either one of them.”
“Thank you, and thank your father for me as well. I really appreciate all of this.”
I watch as everyone’s brows rise in surprise, minus me and Callum, as they look over at Connor. He glances around at each face and then his lips tilt up in a half-smile.
“Are you shocked that I was nice or because I spoke a full sentence?”
Ryker sniggers beside me, Callum claps his hand on his twin”s shoulder, and Kat, Nate and Brad look even more surprised than before.
“Oh my God! You smiled!” Kat squeaks, jumping up and down before running towards Connor and throwing her arms around him. Connor’s eyes widen with panic as Kat squeezes him, excitedly rambling on about how she knew that he liked them all and a laugh bubbles up my throat as I watch the awkward scene in front of me unfold.
Connor looks towards us, silently asking for help.
“Alright, Kitty Kat. Let go of the poor guy. We need to leave for college soon,” Brad says, walking over to them and peeling her away.
“Sorry, but I saw that as a breakthrough for him. I just got really happy about it… Are you guys coming to college today?”
Taking a sip of my coffee, I shake my head to answer her question.
“We’re still searching the house. We have a feeling that there’s something here that we’ve missed.” She frowns and huffs, then walks over to me, pulling me into a loose hug.
“I understand, but I’m going to miss you. These two mope around all day when you’re not there.” My eyes dart over her shoulder to Brad and Nate. Nate has a red tinge to his cheeks and Brad shrugs, smirking at me.
“We’ll be back to college soon. Also, we’re going shopping on Saturday, just us two, so you’ll have plenty of time with me.”
She squeezes me in a hug again whilst Brad mentions going to collect his bag from the car.
“I’ll need all the details about last night,” she whispers.
“I’ll happily give you those details if you want them, Shortcake.”
We pull away from each other and turn to face Ryker, who”s standing beside us. He winks at me and then looks back to Kat with a cheeky grin on his face.
“I’m sure you’d prefer to hear it from my point of view instead of Callie’s.”
My brows furrow at his statement. Kat steps back, suddenly stuttering and nervously looking around before shouting goodbye and rushing out of the room.
“What was that about?” Callum asks.
Ryker shrugs, bending down to press a kiss against my lips and then saunters out of the room.
Weird.