27. Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Seven
Toni
Brennon held my hand as he guided us to the library while doing his best to support Xavi.
He was starting to wake up. His body fought to shake off the effects of the drugs, and it seemed to be working as, bit by bit, he lifted his weight from Bren’s shoulders.
His footsteps got a bit surer. But his face was stone, eyes unreadable, and not just from the darkness.
Whatever Stephanie had done to him, it had left him shell shocked.
I would be angry about it later, downright fucking vengeful, but for now, I was too worried.
Brennon released his hold on both of us to open the door.
Thankfully, most buildings around camp, other than the office, were left unlocked.
Bren waited as we entered, closing the door behind us before guiding us into the centre of the room.
Xavier still hadn’t uttered a single word to us. Nor did he seem to know what to do with himself. He stood frozen, like a statue, in the centre of the room. I leaned into him, hoping to remind him, one victim to another, that nothing about tonight was his fault.
“It’s okay, Xav,” I soothed, squeezing his hand gently. Where normally, my touches were met with instant heat or softness, now, his muscles were tensed, and even though the movement was tiny, I felt more than saw him flinch from my touch.
It immediately clicked. Last summer, the things Mitchell had attempted to do to me. Or worse, all the times I’d blacked out as my father did unspeakable things to me, this was the same. I snapped my hand back, “I’m so sorry.”
He shook a little, but for the first time since we’d removed that rank shirt from his mouth, he tried to speak more than a single word, “Nettie, it’s not… I …”
His voice trailed off and he refused to look at me.
Brennon, on the other hand, stood back, watching our exchange with furrowed brows.
I couldn’t help but recall the faint echoes of every comforting word he’d whispered to me when I was the one shutting down.
I stepped towards him and said softly, “I don’t think I’m what Xavi needs right now. ”
“Huh?” My clueless rockstar answered.
“I…it’s too much…” Xavi tried to explain, only, his words faltered again.
In all the time I’d known him, I had never seen Xav seek out, or even experience, physical touch with anyone other than Cole, Brennon or I.
Not even his sister. Definitely not his parents.
So, to have been drugged and bound like that, by someone who wasn’t one of us?
No wonder he was struggling. Even my own trauma felt too close to the surface looking at him.
The familiar churning in my gut, the always-present desire to seize control in the only way I knew how was there.
But this wasn’t about me, and at least I had the experience to help explain.
“My touch, it’s too much like hers.”
Brennon’s stared down at me confused for a second, and then his eyes widened as understanding dawned. Then he immediately rejected what I was saying, “But Birdie, you’re nothing like her…”
“I know I’m not. And so does Xav,” we both looked to him, still stiff and shivering, he nodded, “But that doesn’t mean I can help him right now. But maybe you can?”
Leaving Brennon’s side, I moved back towards Xav. Careful not to touch him, I kneeled enough that I could catch his still downcast eyes. When I did, so much guilt and anger swirled in their hazel depths. I swallowed around a lump in my throat. Tears from me wouldn’t help right now.
“Will you let Brennon help, baby? Will you let him try?”
He didn’t respond, but he finally looked up from me and the floor straight to Brennon who exhaled gruffly.
I stood again, and stepped back, leaving the wooden floor between the two men clear, praying that one of them would close the five-foot gap.
I sighed with relief when Brennon’s unsure voice rang out.
“What do you need, Xav? I’ll help if I can.”
Nothing, no answer, but Brennon pushed on.
“I know I fucked up. I know I was wrong. I should have believed you. Both of you. I could have been with you this whole time. I should never have let you walk away,” he stepped forward, one long tattooed arm reaching out, “So if I can do something now. To help, to make it up to you, please let me,” he begged.
Xavi’s empty eyes finally looked at him but worry still creased his forehead. His hands fidgeted non-stop at his pockets, and the shaking was getting worse. I couldn’t help with physical comfort, but maybe I could give him a small push to get what he needed from Brennon.
“Tell him what you need,” I directed calmly. Xavier sucked in a breath before focusing all of his attention on Brennon. Brennon touched his arm gently, and just like he had with me, Xavi recoiled.
“Too soft,” he grunted, “Make it hurt.”
I’d questioned my own response to trauma more than once, but as an electric spark passed between the guys at those words, I recognized then that perhaps I wasn’t alone in my unhealthy coping mechanisms, or in the occasional craving for control through pain.
Brennon’s whole posture changed, he stood back, examining Xavi from head to toe.
“I can do that,” he answered, a flicker of heat in his normally icy eyes. Then, they snapped to me. He was hiding it from Xav, but I saw the concern as he questioned, “Birdie?”
I nodded to reassure him. He dropped his chin confirming he’d understood before commanding me, “Then, couch. Now.”
The whole Library was lined with couches.
At Brennon’s order, I scrambled towards the closest one.
A somewhat ratty-looking thing, that had definitely come from someone’s grandmother judging by its awful olive-green colour.
Within seconds of sitting, Brennon issued another command, “Shorts off. Panties, too.”
Heat bloomed on my cheeks, but I listened. I removed the requested items and planted my bare ass on the sofa. The fabric itched my sensitive skin and the backs of my thighs. My turn clearly over, at least for now, Brennon stalked close to Xavi, maintaining his same appraising stare all the while.
“You want it to hurt?” He asked, his gravelly voice full of weight and curiosity in equal measure.
“Yes,” Xav answered quietly, “please, Bren.”
“Okay, then,” Brennon stepped up to him and thumbed the edge of his soaked t-shirt, “Off.”
With one hand, Xav pulled the shirt over his head, discarding it to the floor.
I watched intently as Brennon stared appreciatively at his tanned, olive skin, carved pecs and the abs that trailed to a cut ‘v’ near the edge for his jeans.
Humming with approval, Brennon sank to his knees and popped the button on Xav’s pants.
He mumbled something like “new habit,” but I couldn’t quite make it out, nor did I care much, because the sight of them like this was causing tightness to collect in my lower belly.
But that was nothing compared to the rush of wetness I felt as Brennon lowered Xav’s pants and drew his half-hard cock out of his boxers.
God, watching them together, seeing the love Brennon poured into his every movement, turned me on like nothing else ever could.
He began to pump him with a tight grip. It looked rough, almost painful, but Xavi stuttered out a sharp breath at the touches that eventually morphed into a groan when Brennon swapped his hand for his mouth.
Watching them had me so turned on. My clit practically thrummed, and I was sure I was leaving a stain on the couch cushion beneath me.
But I couldn’t look away. Just as quickly as it started, it was over.
Only because Brennon popped his lips off Xavi’s cock, leaving him now fully erect, his shaft heavy and tip leaking.
With lightning speed he didn’t usually exhibit, Brennon hopped to his feet and ripped his belt off. Darting behind Xav, he grabbed both the other man’s hands in one of his, bringing them together at his back.
“Stay,” he commanded.
He then withdrew his touch, only to wrap the belt around Xavi’s wrists and loop it tight. Brennon stepped back to admire his handiwork. A sharp grin on his face as he looked at Xavi’s bound hands.
“Now watch. I’m going to play with my other toy.”
I gulped as Brennon strolled towards me, removing his jeans and boxers before sitting down beside me on the couch.
“Did you like that, Birdie?” he purred in my ear. I couldn’t answer beyond nodding, too mesmerized watching his hand move up and down his own length now.
“Mmm…good.”
He licked his lips, eyes dipping to my nipples, so hard beneath the tank top he’d lent me, “Would you like me to help you, too? Use your words, little toy.”
“Yes,” I practically panted, unsure what I was agreeing to, but desperate for it anyway.
“Well, then, come here.”
He gestured to his lap, “But face Xav. We want him to see, don’t we?”
On unsteady legs, I shifted until my back was against Brennon’s chest. I could feel his hardness against my ass, but he didn’t move. Not at first. Instead, he stared at Xavi and barked another command, “Watch. But do not come,” then to me he whispered, “Lift your hips, Birdie.”
I did as requested before lowering back down slowly, only to find that the head of Brennon’s cock was positioned right at my entrance.
He held me still as he explained, “I’m going to fuck her,” his grip on my hips hard as he gave me no choice but to sink down onto him.
The angle and his length stealing my breath away momentarily, as he went on, “And then, I’m going to fuck you. ”
I gasped as Brennon rocked my hips back and forth, all while he moaned, “God, Birdie, I always knew your pussy would feel like heaven, but shitttttt,”
More movement, and I felt his cock hit a spot inside me that had me screaming, “Look at Xavi, little toy, show him how good my cock makes you feel.”
I looked at Xav and all the worry from his face was gone, replaced by the desire I was familiar with. “Xav, I…”