Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Sebastian
I see Trina, her mouth twisted in rage, her arms outstretched.
I see Ella, her eyes widening in shock and fear.
And behind Ella, the street full of speeding cars.
I’ve never run as fast as I do now. It’s like my feet don’t even touch the ground. I fly to my little princess, and when she stumbles toward the street, my heart climbs up my throat. I can’t breathe.
But I reach out anyway. My hand closes around her wrist and I yank her back to the sidewalk.
A car speeds by, horn blaring. The force of its movement causes me to rock on my heels.
As soon as Ella is safe in my arms, I spin around and face Trina. “What the fuck ?”
The force of my rage has me worried about my reactions. It’s all I can do to hold myself still and not completely explode at Trina.
She comes toward us, looking like she’ll push us both into the street. But Rick runs from the Kitty Cat and grabs her by the shoulders.
“I saw everything,” he says to me.
“No, it was an accident!” Trina screams. “I was trying to help you!”
Ella is shaking, huddled against my side.
“Are you okay, baby?” I whisper.
“Yeah.” But her hands grip my shirt tightly and her teeth are chattering.
Keeping my eyes on Trina, who’s still held back by Rick, I pull my phone from my pocket and dial one-handed.
Trina’s shrieks and the noisy street makes it harder to hear, but I report everything to the police dispatcher.
I nearly take them up on the offer to send an ambulance, but Ella insists she doesn’t need it.
“It would be scarier to go to the hospital, than not,” she says.
Remembering her trauma over her father’s death, I decide to heed her wishes on the matter. She won’t even have a bruise, and if she’s in shock, I’ll hold her until she calms down. To be honest, it’s going to be hard to let my little girl out of my sight after this.
As soon as that call is done, I call Kingston.
He’s obviously alarmed by Trina’s sounds and I try to explain. As soon as I can get the basic story out, he says he’s on his way and hangs up.
“Bastian,” Trina yells. “Please! Tell this goon to let me go. I’ve done nothing wrong!”
“Nothing wrong?” If I wasn’t holding tightly to Ella, I’d probably get in Trina’s face. I’m glad Ella is here to help me remember to be calm. “You tried to push my girlfriend into traffic. I can’t believe you’d try to kill someone over this.”
“My entire livelihood is on the line,” she screams, struggling once to get out of Rick’s grasp.
The police arrive before King reaches us.
It’s a whole big thing. Onlookers are staring, and they have been since I caught Ella and Rick grabbed Trina.
I try to shield Ella from everyone’s phones that are pointed in our direction.
We go to the station and make reports. I’m allowed to check in with King and let him know where we are.
He plans to wait for us outside the station.
We don’t see Trina again—she’s under arrest. Ella and I do want to press charges.
Finally, we’re done. It’s the middle of the night. Ella comes out of a separate room. I hold my arms out and she races to me. Her face is pale and she has dark circles under her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
She nods. “Now I am.”
“Kingston’s waiting outside.”
She tugs on my hand. “Let’s go see him.”
Ella
We decide to go to Sebastian’s for the night.
Sebastian and Kingston sit on either side of me in the back of Kingston’s car.
Being sandwiched between these two men is no hardship, but the way they’re coddling me right now is starting to get on my nerves.
Kingston’s holding one of my hands, lightly stroking my knuckles.
Sebastian keeps his palm against my thigh, as if he’s trying to anchor me to the seat.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say.
Kingston squeezes my hand gently. “I know.”
“I’m not hurt at all. Not even a scratch.”
“I know,” he says again.
“You guys are acting like I’m going to go poof and disappear or something. I’m not. I’m fine.”
Sebastian’s voice is low as he says, “Princess, someone just tried to push you into traffic. Forgive us if we’re freaked out at the moment.”
I can see his point, but I don’t want to think about Trina anymore. I just recounted the story over and over at the police station. I’m done. I don’t want to think about it, I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to feel like I’m weak.
“You need to know,” I tell him, “that Trina drugged you that night. I don’t know if you listened to the recording I sent you, but she admitted everything. She lied about the assault, paid Alyssa to never talk to you. Alyssa was innocent of it all.”
“I listened to it.” He picks up my free hand and kisses my palm. “You have given me a huge gift, Ella. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you.”
“All I did was help right a wrong. Anyone would do that.”
“I never thought to investigate the story,” Kingston says in a quiet voice. “I should have, but I didn’t.”
“Everything’s okay now, though, right?” I say. “She can’t hurt you anymore, Sebastian. And you can move on.”
“You’re right,” he says. “I’m going to take my time in figuring out what that looks like. But in every idea of the future that I have, you’re front and center, princess. I hope you’re okay with that.”
Warmth flows through me at his words. “I am definitely okay with that. I love you—both of you. I’m more than okay with being in your vision of the future.”
We’re quiet the rest of the way to Sebastian’s place. Once we’re inside, Sebastian’s new cat comes over for attention and pets. Sebastian feeds him, then returns to the entryway and faces me. “What do you want? Anything you want, we’ll give it to you.”
I reach for Kingston’s hand and tug him over to stand next to Sebastian. I touch Kingston’s whiskery cheek, Sebastian’s bearded one. Then I trail my hands down from their lips, over their chests, and down to their waistbands. My fingers hover over their zippers.
“Are you sure, little one?” Kingston asks.
“So fucking sure,” I say with a wink.
He kisses me hard and mutters, “You really like testing my patience with the language, don’t you?”
I grin against his mouth. “Maybe. Are my daddies going to punish me for it?”
Sebastian groans. “Too fucking right we are. Get on your knees, princess.”
I do as he asks, grateful that we’re on a rug instead of the tile. Then I look up at them both and wait.
“Take out our cocks,” Kingston says.
I unfasten his pants first and pull his cock forward, giving it a loving stroke as I do. He’s half-hard and getting harder, and I kiss the tip.
“Now me,” Sebastian says.
I do the same, stroking him and looking up at his beautiful, bearded face while I kiss the tip of his cock.
“More,” he says, his hazel eyes boring into mine.
I pull more of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as best as I can.
Kingston moves behind me and removes my coat, then lifts my shirt over my head. I have to take my mouth off of Sebastian for a second while my shirt comes off. Then I return to sucking and licking him, holding the base of his shaft in my hand because I can’t take his entire length in my mouth.
Kingston returns to stand in front of me and says, “My turn,” so I move my attention over to him.
He cups the side of my face. I close my eyes, loving every sensation—his taste, his scent, his hand on my cheek.
“Look at me, baby girl,” he says.
Opening my eyes, I see that his mouth is a line of restrained approval and his steely eyes are dark with lust. I squirm in place, wanting to get some relief for the aching, teasing pressure between my legs.
“Touch your tits,” Sebastian says. “Play with your nipples so we can watch.”
I pull down the cups of my bra so my breasts sit above them and begin to touch my nipples with my free hand.
Spikes of pleasure travel between my breasts and pussy.
I moan, overwhelmed with this whole scene.
Not just with how it feels, but with the idea that I’m kneeling before them, at their mercy.
Just as I’m getting into it, Kingston pulls back and gestures me over to Sebastian’s cock again. Sebastian wraps his hand in my hair, directing my mouth. His cock jerks against my tongue, and he pulls out and lowers himself to his knees in front of me.
“Fuck,” Sebastian says in a raspy voice. “I’m not ready to come yet. Next time you suck my cock, I want King to be buried in your pussy.” He roughly kisses my mouth, then says, “Get naked and get on all fours, princess. And King, get down here, if you don’t mind, so we can fuck our little girl.”
“With pleasure,” Kingston says, kneeling behind me.
I quickly take off my jeans and panties. When I move for my bra strap, Kingston stops me. “Leave the bra. I like your tits pushed out like this.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I get on all fours like Sebastian requested.
The way I’m positioned on puts my ass directly in front of Kingston’s cock.
Maybe tonight is the night for anal. A thrill of fear races through me at the thought.
Will it hurt? It might. They’ve messed around with my ass—with the plug that one night, with their fingers.
But their cocks are so much bigger than the plug or their fingers. How would either of them fit?
As much as I fear anal, though, I also want it. Kingston and Sebastian would make it feel good, so good. It’s dirty and forbidden and it would be fucking amazing.
I rock my hips backward and give my ass a little shake, hoping to tempt him. Kingston swears and gives me a gentle spank. “Not tonight, baby girl.”
I whimper with disappointment.
“Are you not grateful for what your daddies are giving you?” Sebastian asks, looking down at me.
“I’m grateful,” I say. “As long as you’re fucking me with your cocks, I’m not complaining.”
Kingston spanks my ass. “You really need to watch your mouth, little girl.”
“I don’t think she’s capable,” Sebastian says, looking over me at his friend. “But if I fill it up, she can’t say bratty things anymore.”