Chapter 10
Ethan
M rs. Thornbread had reason to be concerned about me driving her, and it wasn't because I'd intentionally harm her, but one look at my trembling hands would have betrayed my confidence. I think I managed to keep it together on the way over to the airport, but as I stepped through the door of the main house, each step forward was like an unsteady Jenga build. That woman's perception was scary, and fuck, I wondered if even in death, Terry was determined to sabotage us by sending his delusional wife hints. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was the one who woke her out of her catatonic state.
Okay, now I sounded paranoid.
But hell, they talk about spouses dying one after the other. Maybe after one dies, the other calls them over to the other side. Except, that happens with couples who are in love. Unfortunately, Mrs. Thornbread still had that cursed tie to him. I wondered what else he'd be able to do. Guilt Ryan to the point of insanity, to the point of spilling every last detail? He almost did this morning. With any luck, he was passed out somewhere. Fuck, I sounded like an asshole.
Rubbing my hand across my forehead, I looked up for a distraction from my throbbing thoughts. Come to think of it, where was everyone? It was a pretty big place, but there was often some sign of life. Music playing somewhere, the aroma of food, an opened glass door leading to the outside. It was so quiet, my breath along with the tapping of my shoes as I walked through the open-spaced living room that was about the size of a separate house.
I didn't recall seeing Eric's car in the garage or the long driveway, but everyone else was here. I didn't know why, but out of nowhere my chest started tightening as if it was being crushed between two heavy metal plates. If I didn't know where everyone was...
What if Ryan reached breaking point? I hoped Matt was with him and was able to keep him away from Lily. Keep him from opening his trap as if he was the only one going through this and it was just his guilt that mattered. We were a fucking unit, damn it. If he said something, he wouldn't just be ruining his life. He didn't get to call time on my relationship with Lily, on the future of our lives.
What if Matt wasn't with him? Was the house quiet because Lily packed her shit and left, and the guys went after her? The question had me pounding the tiles, my pulse rate growing with every millisecond, regretting the day I decided to buy this too-large house. Ryan's room was the first place I headed, banging open the door. It was heavy, so it didn't slam into the wall.
Storming into the room, ready to demand answers from him, I stumbled across Lily lying next to Ryan, his head on her breasts. She stroked up and down his naked back, worry in her eyes as she kissed the top of his head.
Entranced by her naked body, all my concerns went out the window for a moment. I'm simple-minded that way. The room was a mix of sex and alcohol, and I'm sorry, I was intoxicated, alright? I didn't know how to approach this. She was deep in thought and concern, but she'd also been fucked to the point where she was red all over and I was dying to see what her pussy looked like.
"Everything alright?" My voice rasped and all the pounding blood had rushed to my cock.
She looked up, as if now becoming aware of my presence. Her eyes dropped to my cock. I think it was subconscious, but it was also telling me she was up for it. "I don't know what to do with him," she confessed.
"So you fucked him to sleep?" I teased.
She lost her fight against a grin. "More like he fucked the shit out of me and I didn't have a say."
"What?!" My blood ran cold and my fingers curled into my fist.
"No! Hell." She clarified. "I wanted it. I loved it. He was just so rough, clearly running from something."
I advanced toward the bed.
Unable to help myself, I looked away from her eyes and begged for a glance between her legs. "That pussy must be begging for some tender attention," I groaned.
Her cheeks went red and her voice took against my skin. "I'm trying to have a conversation with you."
"Kinda hard when you're lying there, naked, fucked and so damn sexy." I stroked my abs beneath my shirt because there was electricity spiking through my body.
Lily shook her head and fought a blush. "You men are all the same. So simple-minded."
"We know what we want." I shrugged, stroking up and down her legs, begging them to part.
"He hasn't spoken to you about what he's going through, has he?" She rolled out from underneath him and spread her legs. A smile broke out across my face.
"What?" I asked, losing track of the question because her pussy was so swollen and red. It needed a soft touch.
She closed them, forcing my eyes back to hers. "Has he spoken to you about what he's going through?"
What do I say? I knew what he was going through and was grateful as fuck he hadn't shared it.
"We'll get him help," I resolved, looking at his sorry naked ass. I didn't know why I was so bitter. I just wondered if anyone gave a damn about what I was going through. But we couldn't leave him like this. It was destroying him. I hadn't completely lost my humanity.
"Don't worry. We won't lose him to the demon that wrecked our parents. That nearly wrecked us. He has us now. Eh?" I said.
She smiled and nibbled on her bottom lip. "You're always taking care of everyone else. Why don't you come on over here and let me take care of you."
Acknowledgement and appreciation? Oh, yes please.
"Not before I can take care of you." I climbed onto the bed and grabbed a feminine wipe from the nightstand. We all had feminine wipes in our room. Kind of essential when you're sharing one pussy.
I got to work, slow and gentle, swiping away the cream between her lips, lingering a bit around her hole and dragging the wipe through her ass. She shivered. I tossed that wipe and grabbed another one. Those ripe lips were already coated in clear, slick liquid. I smiled, kissing the inside of her leg and using the other wipe to go in for a second clean, taking special care with her clit. It was hard beneath the damp fabric and I applied a bit of pressure. Her hips bucked upwards and she grabbed her breasts. With her eyes shut and her moans soft, I threw the wipe in the bedside basket and covered her plump pussy with my mouth.