Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
If I simply ignore the fact that we’ve been stuck inside for months and shuffled from safe-house to safe-house, I can pretend that Christmas is something to be excited about.
I’m almost content; the last few weeks having been comparatively calm—or maybe I’m just getting used to the chaos.
Noah is healing well after his encounter with who we’re assuming were Bundy’s men.
He’s still obsessively watching and monitoring the organization’s intel and networks, making sure that there are no signs of anyone having our location.
I don’t say too much about the amount of time he spends in the computer room, mostly because I think it keeps him buoyed.
Noah needs control and in a situation like this, sometimes the only control he has is simply to watch.
Waiting is not his strength. Nor Jesse’s, who bounces off the wall after only a few days being shut away.
It’s too cold to really explore the nearby caverns, but I do catch him running through the woods most mornings in a muscle shirt, as if the chill doesn’t bother him in the slightest. Bo simply watches through the sliding glass doors, wrapped in a duvet from the couch as Jesse laps the cabin again.
It’s good for him. He needs the outlet, or we all suffer the consequences of him bringing his energy back inside with him.
It’s just the four of us most of the time, outside of the occasional visit from Aiden and Liam.
Noah’s mom dropped by shortly twice to drop off some baked items and I find myself gravitating toward her every time she pops in.
That maternal energy she has, I just can’t help but let her fret over me.
The issues I have with my own mother that must be deeply ingrained inside me thrive under her attention.
And watching Noah with her is surprisingly attractive.
He kind of dwarfs her small frame, but smothers her with a hug when she shows up, opening her car door, helping with her coat.
Between Jesse and him she barely lifts a finger.
She’s obviously done wonders on teaching them proper manners, even if they do act like possessive monsters with Bo and me.
Patrick was obviously given the new location, and he forces Landon to drag us supplies every week. I hound the both of them for any information since Noah seems to think keeping me in the dark is for my best interest.
It’s not. I need to help, and for this I need to know. They do their best to placate me without really telling me anything useful.
We’ve got someone tailing Eric. It’s okay. We’ll get him. Blah, blah, blah.
But I can make them bring me whatever I need and it’s the only amount of power I’ve had since Noah has forced me into this situation. It felt strange to write out my list of wants, because who am I to be telling anyone what to do, but Noah encourages it.
“If you want it, it’s yours, Em. What else am I going to do with all this money?”
So I do. Nothing too crazy, but just enough to help with the mood for the holidays.
“Here you go,” Landon says after dumping several bags of food on the kitchen counter.
Christmas is two days out and he’s wearing a Santa hat as he scans the room for me, smiling wide when he finds me on the couch.
He drops another small bag in my lap and quirks a brow at me.
“I bought every string of lights I could find for you.”
I can’t stop smiling as I search the contents, also finding some candles and tinsel. We don’t have a Christmas tree, but I’ll decorate anyway. It will make it feel a tiny bit more normal here, or less like we’re on house arrest. “Thanks Landon, this is going to make tomorrow so much better.”
“Anytime, love,” he says, winking at me and ignoring the growl from Noah as he turns for the door. “I grabbed some stuff for New Year’s. I’ll just put it over here.” He sets it atop a bookcase by the front door and nods at Noah. “See you soon.”
“Let me see,” Jesse says, throwing himself down onto the cushion next to me and digging through the bag.
“Oh, garland.” He pops a brow at me, lip ring glittering on his cheshire grin.
It’s made to look like tiny icicles, the long string twinkling between us for a beat.
“I can think of a great use for this,” he declares, his dark tone making my heart skip.
Before I can answer, duh, the railings, he’s spun me around and pressed my head into the couch cushion, his hand covering my mouth as he drapes his body against my back. “Shh, I don’t want you tipping off Bodhi.”
Ignoring that, I yell into his palm, but the muffled noise dies on my lips as I see Noah enter my line of vision through the hair mussed into my face. The look he wears tells me he’s not here to come to my rescue.
He’s been too long without a haircut, and it hangs into his eyes as he smiles down at me, trapped beneath his cousin. “You always get caught so easily, Angel.”
“Bo!” Jesse yells. “Come here, I want to show you something.”
The sound of him shuffling down the hall has my heart pounding, and he enters the room in sweatpants, hair still wet from his shower. “What’s wrong?”
“Look, baby. Come here,” Jesse beckons, and I watch as Bo approaches, towel still mussing his hair. If he would just quit looking at Jesse’s handsome face for one second, he would see me stuck beneath him.
Jesse simply pushes my face into the cushion to keep me from screaming as I squirm.
Bo peeks his head over the couch, suspicious, and his eyes widen at my predicament. Before he can react, Jesse tugs him forward so that he crashes into me.
In no time at all, I’ve got my hands bound behind my back with a length of the faux ice garland, and a tiny red stocking stuffed in my mouth. What feels like a silk ribbon covers my eyes and is tied neatly behind my head.
My protests are garbled by the fabric and I can feel the couch shaking as Bo is bound. Except he doesn’t protest at all, the traitor.
“Seems loose,” I hear him sass, and then his teeth snap as if he’s tried to bite Jesse's hand.
“Is that right?” Jesse’s low voice is venom laced. I hear another noise and Bo’s light groan as I assume they’re tightened beyond being comfortable.
Noah laughs and I feel his familiar hand at my chin, helping tip me up so that I’m on my knees. “I want you on the coffee table,” he says, guiding me as I stumble forward.
My breath turns shallow as he makes quick work tugging off my leggings and underwear before guiding me onto the glass surface, where I sit back on my feet.
Hair brushes against my ear as if he’s leaned forward to whisper. “If you don’t like what’s happening, Emma, just cross your fingers. I’ll be watching the entire time, okay?”
I nod, breath hitching at his words. Anticipation already thrummed in my blood from the sudden turn of events, but I’ll never get used to the feeling of Noah wanting to play with me like this. I’m basically floating with giddy anticipation.
“Bo, up and under her.”
Uh, what? I bite my lip, wondering what he could possibly have planned in his head for us, when I feel his hands on the inside of my thighs. I jump at his touch, and he pushes on them slightly, spreading them enough for someone’s head to work its way underneath me.
Is that Bo?
Noah’s rough voice cuts through my confusion. “Sit, Emma.”
I pause for a moment too long, questioning the position. I can feel Bo’s warm breath on my thigh, but I don’t want to hurt him. What if he can’t breathe?
“Now,” Noah growls, grabbing my tied wrists and tugging down until my knees slide to the side, and my slick center meet’s Bo’s mouth.
I gasp as he groans against me, and someone's hands curl around my thighs to hold them in place as his tongue runs up to my clit and sucks it between his slick mouth. Moaning around the stocking, my hands clench tightly in their bindings as my head falls back.
God, it feels so good. Bo’s hot mouth on me, and the starving way I know the cousin’s watch us making my body heat.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jesse says from somewhere behind me. “Did we not kidnap the two finest little captives on Earth?”
My heart flutters at the praise, and Bo seems to groan in appreciation as his tongue and mouth continue worshipping me.
I wish I could see. I want to see Bo’s face as his baby blue eyes lazily watch the pleasure take over my body. I want to see Jesse as he fixates on Bo’s mouth on me, knowing how much he loves the way we look together.
But most of all, I want Noah’s piercing eyes locked on my face, to see the slightly sadistic look in them as he directs me and tells me what he wants me to do.
He was wrong last night. I do want to be his doll. His to command and bend and use. Sometimes. Only at times like this.
I want to please him, I crave that moment when he’s watching me obey and then his control snaps and he has to be inside me. I live for that, it’s everything.
I garble against my stocking and I hear Noah’s dark chuckle above me as I try to scoot up to let Bo breathe, but no. Noah’s hands grip my shoulders and push me back down, and the vibration from Bo’s moan has me mewling again into my stuffed mouth.
“Bo’s trying to eat, baby, don’t make it harder for him.”
He finally pulls the stocking free when he can’t make out my returning grumble. “What was that, Angel?”
“Please, I need to see you. Please, please, Oh my god—” Bo’s teeth gently clamp on my clit and my legs start shaking. “Noah, I can’t stop, please let me see you all.”
I feel the ribbon slip off and I blink up at him as he stands above me, his eyes darkened with lust. “You can’t stop what, Emma?”
“I’m going to come,” I whine. “Can I please?”
“Oh, fuck,” Jesse says, almost purring, and I look back to see him fisting his own cock. “Em, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
I look up at Noah, waiting for him to say the words as his thumb reaches out and brushes along my lips, the electricity between us zinging through me. My legs shake when Bo’s tongue slides inside me, and I fall forward, Noah catching me and holding me up by my hair as I break.