Chapter 27
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
Tatum
“Hey, Ma.”
It was amazing how easy it was to revert to a guilty teenager when you were speaking to a parent, even when said parent was the most amazingly understanding person in the world.
“Tater tots, how are you? When are you and Adam going to come and visit us?”
I took a deep breath, working through the disparity between Ma’s use of the nickname she’d given me as a kid and the feelings it evoked when Calix used it to mess with me.
“I’m good, but there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
I let it out in a rush. Adam’s betrayal—abbreviated to make it parent-appropriate, of course—losing my job, going on tour, and hardest of all, why I’d kept it from her for so long.
“Anyway, we’re heading to Madison in a couple of days, and I was hoping we could visit. I think you’d really like them, Ma. They’re good guys,” I finished weakly, wincing as a cramp sliced through my belly. Was it already that time again?
“Of course you’ll visit. I need to make sure those boys are taking care of you.”
“I don’t need to be taken care of, Ma.”
“I didn’t say you did, but you deserve it. After what Adam put you through… I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell me sooner, but you’ve sounded happier the last few times we spoke, so I didn’t ask questions.”
“I’m sorry, Ma.”
“No need for sorry, just give me the details for when you’ll be here, and we’ll have everything organized.”
I didn’t doubt it. Choking out a quick goodbye, I breathed deeply through a particularly vicious cramp before climbing back onto the bus.
“What’s wrong?” Toby asked as I stumbled up the last stair.
Calix glanced up from his sheet music, his eyes wandering over me in the briefest assessment before he pushed to his feet.
“She has her period.”
Otis jumped up and pulled out the first aid stash before I could wave him away.
“I’ve taken some, but they only do so much. I’m going to lie down.”
There really was nothing for it but to wait it out.
I’d feel more human in a day or so, but until then, I needed the guys to focus on the tour.
I’d had a check-in call with James the day before and assured him that things had continued to go smoothly.
Ticket sales were up, and except for Otis’s moment in the spotlight, they hadn’t been in the news for any of the wrong reasons.
It became obvious that James checked out of the conversation after I mentioned good sales.
I’d asked after the preparations for Red String Riot to join the tour and was assured that those responsible had it covered. Mind my business. Got it.
I had to stop to catch my breath toward the back of the bus as my body tried its best to turn me inside out.
The signature Tom Ford scent filled my nose before he spoke, and I wondered if he knew the effect it had on me. “Do you trust us?” Calix and Toby’s big bodies filled the space behind me, obscuring my view of the rest of the bus.
“Within reason,” I said, pairing the sass with a grin so they’d know I was joking. Mostly.
They steered me into the bathroom. Between the three of us, we could barely fit, and that was before Calix demanded we strip.
“I’m bleeding,” I said.
“I know. I’ve been doing some research. Do you know what is recommended for period cramps? Orgasms. So that’s what we’re going to do.”
“But—”
“We don’t care about the blood, Angel. But if you do, the shower will take care of it.” Tobias had his thumbs tucked into his boxer briefs, like he needed my permission to move ahead with their plan.
“Okay.”
Without hesitation, he pushed the fabric off his hips, releasing his pierced erection.
My mouth watered as I took in his beautifully decorated body.
A work of art tattooed in exquisite detail over most of his skin.
I wanted to take my time tracing each detail with my tongue, exploring the stories he felt were important enough to carry with him forever.
He had filled out in the last few weeks—regular food and exercise building muscles that had been worn down from years of drug use and neglect.
He didn’t quite have the same bulk as his twin, but if given a few more months, they would be difficult to tell apart at a distance.
“See something you want, Princess?” Calix’s breath coasted across the back of my neck, a dare, or a promise. “Arms up.”
He swept my shirt over my head while Toby slid my pants and panties down my legs.
“Step into the shower and bend over. Suck his cock while I make you feel good.” I did as I was told, burying my face in Toby’s stomach and blushing furiously as Calix removed my tampon and replaced it with two fingers.
“Hey. You’re okay. It’s just us.” Toby ran his fingers through my hair, smiling gently. A rush of warm water trickled over my back as Calix started the shower behind me.
As much as it scared me, I did trust them. I knew they would take care of me as best they could.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t get hurt in the end.
Instead of dwelling on the morose thought, I opened my mouth wide enough to take Tobias’s cock down my throat.
“Fuck, yes, Angel,” he groaned, rocking his hips as Calix removed his fingers and replaced them with something a lot thicker.
I let go of all thought, pinned between the twins as they thrust into me in alternating strokes.
Calix’s fingers strummed my clit so that I toed the line between pain and pleasure.
An orgasm ripped through me, and in its wake, I felt the cramps loosen their grip.
Endorphins swam through my head, making me light and fuzzy as neither twin lost their rhythm.
A warm hand wrapped around my throat, and I shivered at the growl in Calix’s voice as he bent close to my ear.
“Fuck, you’re taking him so deep, princess.
I can feel my brother’s cock stretching this pretty throat so good.
Do you like this? Letting us fuck the pain out of you?
How many times do you think we can make you come before you black out? ”
I whimpered, the buzzing in my pelvis warning me I was so close to the edge again.
Tobias came down my throat as my knees gave out, but Calix caught me across the torso and turned us toward the wall, barely pausing so I could anchor my hands before he continued.
Black spots danced before my eyes as I came for a third time, and Calix finally let go, growling his release into my shoulder as Tobias unrolled a towel.
“How are you feeling?” he asked as he wrapped me up.
“No pain,” I slurred, offering no protest as he swept me into his arms and carried me to bed.
“Good.”
Anything else he might have said was swept away as unconsciousness pulled me under.