Chapter 38 – Mitchell
MITCHELL
Rounding the side of the house, I fish out my house keys and look around, noting Jace’s car is nowhere in sight. Not that I expected it to be.
After I went back to bed this morning, I couldn’t sleep so I decided to look into the raid that I overheard Jace telling Charlie about.
When I found evidence that a few had slipped through the cracks, I headed out and tracked them down, leaving them gift-wrapped on the police’s doorstep along with all the evidence the lead detective would need to put them behind bars.
Thanks to Jace having shared his location with Charlie, I was able to check in on him before I left for home. I also tuned into his live stream too and it looked like he wasn’t too far off finishing so I estimate he should be getting back around the time we pick Charlotte up from school.
Unlocking the front door, I kick my shoes off once I'm inside, closing and locking the door behind me. Spotting Charlie's tossed haphazardly in front of the shoe rack, I pick both of ours up and line them up neatly before stepping further into the house and freezing.
From where I’m standing, all I can see is Charlie’s bare back, and I take a few steps forward, drawn by the quiet whimpers that are coming from beneath him.
With my hand on the back of the lounge, I peer over to see Marissa’s body sprawled out on the floor.
A light sheen of sweat glistening her skin, her hair sticking to the sides of her face, and my eyes travel down absorbing the way her mouth slackens.
How her chest heaves and she arches her back before letting out a loud pleasure filled moan.
My jaw drops, my mouth instantly drying up and I fight the need to adjust my rapidly hardening cock as my eyes zero in on the place where Charlie presses into her.
I don’t realise the keys have slipped out of my hand until the sound of them crashing to the ground resonates through the room, and Charlie snaps his head my way. I can feel his eyes burning into my head, but I can’t seem to look away from where they remain connected.
I should leave, apologise and walk out. Give them some privacy, but fuck if I could make my feet move in any other direction but theirs.
“Charlie, please,” she begs, her eyes still closed, not realising that I’m very rudely watching her every reaction right now.
“Shit-I-Bee…don’t do that, or I’m not gonna last,” Charlie pants out, his hips jerking involuntarily at whatever she just did.
“Then move.”
He looks pained as he holds himself still, his eyes looking around before he grabs one of their discarded shirts and uses it to try and cover her up. “Mitchell-” he tries to explain, but his words cut off on a groan and his eyes roll back. “Oh God.”
“Yes,” she breathes out, her back arching as she rocks her hips onto him. “Mitchell.”
My brows rise and Charlie pauses halfway through trying to adjust the shirt that he’s using to cover as much of her body as he can. His eyes drift from her closed ones to mine, and when they do I see a glint of…something enter his eyes before he smiles.
“Gorgeous, if you want me to move then I’m gonna need you to open those beautiful green eyes.” He leans down, brushing his nose against hers, and her eyes flutter open before he whispers something in her ear.
When he pulls back, Marissa’s eye snap to mine and her lips open on a gasp. “I,” my voice trails off, not sure what to say. I’m sorry for interrupting? Sorry for not turning around and racing out of here when I realised what I was walking into?
Probably. Yeah, but…nothing comes out.
“Did you know,” Charlie draws out, running his finger down her chest, between the valley of her breasts and down her stomach. My eyes follow the path, not looking away as her stomach twitches before she arches up into the touch.
“Years ago, the first kink we learned our dear Bonnie was into, was that she loves when one of us watch the other fuck her.” His words are for me, but he doesn’t look away from Bonnie, watching as her face turns pink from a deep blush, but she doesn’t deny it.
She doesn’t tell him off for revealing that information, doesn’t chastise him or even tell me to fuck off. But she does turn her head so she can see me better.
I’ve seen her in many different states over the years. From her worst to her best, or at least I thought I had. Clearly I was wrong though, because this right here is the best she’s ever looked.
Pupils blown wide, heels digging into the floor, using it to purchase herself so she can drive her hips up onto him, not stopping despite the fact she’s now watching me watch her.
Fuck, there’s no way I’m ever going to be forgetting this. It’ll be replaying in my mind for a very long time.
She reaches out, beckoning me to her and I’m unable to resist, my feet driving me forward before the thought even occurs to me.
Lacing my fingers through hers, I lower myself down to my knees beside her. “Are you s-”
“I wouldn’t,” Charlie sings under his breath from behind me, right as the lust in Rissa’s eyes fades and is replaced with a soft glare.
I’m taken aback, not sure what the fuck just happened, but Charlie chuckles.
“Someone is little sick of hearing the ‘are you sure’ question. Apparently our girl is rather impatient this afternoon.”
Our girl…
“Do you know what else I’m getting sick of?” she asks, turning her glare on him. “You not moving.”
“Oh, you want me to move do you?”
“Yes please.”
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he teases and I’m just about to tell him off for jerking her around, when she repeats her answer around a shout that ends in a scream as he drives his hips forward in a hard thrust.
“Well, what the lady wants.” He smirks, picking up his pace and thrusting hard and deep into her core. “Like that? Is that what you want Bonnie?”
“Yes!” she moans out and he keeps hammering into her, causing their bodies to slowly creep across the floor inch by inch.
“Do you know what else we found out?” This time his voice comes out a little strained, his brow furrowing in concentration with every thrust. “She loves it when you splay with her nipples.”
He immediately demonstrates, his lips latching onto one of her breasts, making sure to angle himself in a way that I can see every single thing he’s doing to her. I swallow around the lump forming in my throat, my racing heartbeat travelling south.
We’ve been living together for years, yet we’ve never crossed this line. I mean sure, I’ve fantasised about it, jerking off in the shower on more than one occasion, but she’s never shown any interest in anything romantic or sexual in anyone, including me.
I was convinced my attraction was completely one sided, but the way she’s looking at me right now has me questioning everything.
“Mitchell.” My name on her lips in the shape of a plea is what finally breaks my resolve, and I lower myself down slowly until I can brush my lips against hers, swallowing down her moans.
They’re softer than I imagined, and her tongue slips out, licking across my lips that open for her in an instant.
Fuck, she tastes amazing.
When she pulls away, her eyes close on another moan and I trail my lips across her cheeks, down her jaw. Right as I’m about to press a kiss against her pulse point, fingers grip the collar of my shirt and pull me away.
I let out a growl, glaring at Charlie, ready to tell him to fuck off when he pulls me closer so that he can reach my ear and whisper, “Not her neck.”
I pull away with a frown and he mouths the word trigger, making me realise how close I came to fucking this up before it even started. I should have seen that coming, I should have known.
Charlie must see my internal struggle because the next thing he does is smile. It’s not a cocky smile or a smug one, but rather the kind that tells me he understands what’s going through my head because…because he accidentally triggered her himself.
Suddenly, I’m grateful he’s here right now. In all the years I pictured something like this happening between us, I never once imagined another man involved, but I get the feeling that without him, we wouldn’t be here.
Swallowing my pride, I nod, letting him know I understand, and he goes back to what he was doing, flicking his tongue across her hardened nipple while thrusting his hips into her.
Following his lead, something I never thought I’d be doing, I mirror what he’s doing on her other breast and together we push her higher and higher, until she’s sitting right on the edge.
Charlie gives me another smirk as if to say, ‘watch this.” Then his hands disappear between them, followed by Rissa’s eyes bursting wide open and she screams out her orgasm seconds before he grunts out his own release.
We sit in silence for a long time, just catching our breaths. My head is still reeling, replaying everything from the second I walked in the door over and over, which really isn’t helping the situation in my pants one bit.
When I first stumbled across the bruised, bloody and deeply cut woman holding her baby, I was captivated. The pull has always been strong from the first second I saw her. It's what drove my need to be there every step of the way as she healed.
I helped change her bandages, catalogued the colour of her skin as her bruises faded and her body stitched itself back together, until the only evidence they were ever there was the mosaic of silver scars across her body, and the haunted look in her eye.
Something that has faded little by little every day since Charlie chased her into that alleyway. It’s like they brought a piece of her with them that I didn’t even realise she was missing. And that piece is…Bonnie. The girl she used to be before all of the pain and heartache.
I can see it in the way she laughs with them; the longing looks she casts their way when they aren’t looking.
The way her panic and anxiety has started to recede.
She isn’t obsessively checking in on Charlotte every hour of the night to reassure herself that she’s still breathing, and I haven’t had to carry her back to her own bed after falling asleep on the floor once.
She needs them. We need them.
A snort puffs out of me at that. I never once thought I’d be considering the kind of relationship that involves me sharing a woman. Especially two men who are nearly ten years younger than me.
Charlie’s head lifts at the sound, and he gives me a questioning look. I shake my head in answer, and he lies back down, his fingers running through Marissa’s hair as she rests her head against his chest.
Looking down at them, my fingers twitch with the desire to capture the look of peace on her face.
Something I’ve never once been inclined to do.
To me, photos mean evidence. They’re simply a weapon I use to take down the scum of this earth who think they can do whatever they want, with no care to what it does to anyone around them.
But after watching the three of them light up with every photo Charlie shared from their childhood, and hearing the stories behind them, the happiness in their voices as the photos reminded them of their favourite memories…I can see the appeal.
I…I want that. I want to be able to crowd around a bunch of photos of the four of us in the future, sharing the stories behind each one with our family. I want to see the way Rissa’s eyes light up as she relives each moment.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull my phone out and snap a photo of the scene before me so that I can transfer it to my PC later for safekeeping.
One of Rissa’s eyes open, hearing the shutter of the camera and she lifts a brow in question. “Did you just take a photo?”
“Maybe.”
“Can I see?” I turn the screen around, showing her the photo. In it, you can see the top of her bare shoulder, her eyes are closed and there’s a soft smile on her face as Charlie runs his fingers through her hair, looking down at her with a look of complete adoration. “Can you send that to me?”