Chapter 5
CHAPTER
FIVE
ARC
I know they’re almost back when Risk stands and goes to the kitchen.
When it’s just him and me, things are quiet. He knows what I would say, I can hear his thoughts…
I don’t need to ask him why he’s started making her food. She’s dizzy.
Getting out a glass and filling it with water, I go to the cabinets and pull out the dishes he’ll need.
He’s made enough for all of us, so when the door opens and Shock helps Chrys inside, the table is ready.
“That smells delicious,” she says. “But I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat it right now.”
“You will.” Risk holds out a chair and I look at Shock.
Normally, I’d poke fun… poor guy, his cock is still straining against his pants.
But the moment he thinks about what happened on the way home, I can’t feel anything for him but commiseration.
He looks at me and I know he’s waiting for it. He expects it.
“Not this time.” I tell him and he sits—uncomfortably—in the chair across from her, leaving the seats beside her for Risk and me.
“Everything okay?” Risk asks.
“Yes and no?” She finishes the glass of water, and I pour her another one as she weaves a little in her chair.
“The doctor gave me a clean bill of health, but something’s going on with my meds.”
Shock pulls the bottle out of his pocket and slides it to Risk. “Are they bad?”
“No.” He picks up the bottle, reads the label and then looks inside… “but they're not what the label says they are.”
“A mix-up in the pharmacy?” Shock has switched back to our language and Chrys has closed her eyes. If she objects, she doesn’t show it.
Risk shakes his head slowly. “No. This was intentional.”
His thoughts say more and I speak them out loud so Shock will know, too. “The person who brought her here knows she’s with us.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. If they wanted her here, they had a reason, and it wasn’t to give her to us.”
Risk’s brow ridges crease, his eyes narrowing. He doesn’t know why they brought her here.
He doesn’t like not knowing.
“I caught like five words of that,” Chrys says, eyes still closed. “Want to give me the cliff notes version?”
“She means a summary,” Risk explains quickly.
“Sorry… there are some sayings that are just habit.”
“It’s fine.”
“We think the people who brought you here know you’re with us. But we don’t know why they’d tamper with your medication like that.”
“Maybe they want me to bond with one of you?”
“That would be counterproductive to their previous methods.”
“What were those?”
“They wouldn’t want there to be anyone who would come after you once they’d taken you.”
“Something tells me you guys wouldn’t let me out of your sight.”
We wouldn’t.
Her eyes are heavy and her plate is empty.
Standing, I tell her, “You should rest.”
She agrees as I help her out of her chair, but says, “I am so tired of being tired.”
“It’ll pass,” Shock says.
She believes him.
I do too, even though I know he hasn’t actually seen that in her future.
She leans on me more heavily than I think she needs to, but I don’t want to let her go, so I let her. And when we reach my bedroom, I walk her all the way to the bed, but she doesn’t sit down like I expect her to.
She worries her lower lip and piercings and looks up at me. Her thoughts are clear and sure, and I nod, because she needs to speak them.
I turn her around to face the others.
Even though I know what she’s about to say, I need them to hear her say it.
“I’m tired, but I know I won’t be able to sleep…” She chuckles and looks aside, not embarrassed, just remembering. “Meditate, medicate, or masturbate… Those are the three things that will get me to sleep, and I’m too anxious for the first. I don’t think I’ll trust the second. And the third…”
Looking up at each of us in turn, she bites her lip before she admits, “I can’t get off without visual stimulation or someone else involved. And since I have no idea how to find ethical porn here, well…” She looks at Shock. “You told me to be rude.”
He exhales slowly, as if he needs to get all the air out of his lungs.
“Will you help me?” Her gaze travels from him to Risk to me. She means all of us.
“Of course,” Risk says, but we don’t move.
And one thought—so clear it echoes in my mind like a reverberation chamber—breaks through the cluttered jumble of all three of their thoughts.
Unless one of them kisses me, right now, I might scream.
Hand locked around her wrist, I turn her away from Risk and her eyes go wide as I drag her against me. “We want to hear you scream, koah, but in pleasure, not frustration. Ask me for what you want, right now.”
“Kiss me.” It’s a demand, not a question, but it’s all I need to hear.
Hand cupping her face, I tilt her chin in just the right way, and when I kiss her, I hear nothing.
Nothing from her anyway. The other two… I try to block them out even if their thoughts echo my own.
Her blank thoughts don’t last more than a moment.
Yes and Please and… Thank you.
But she’s not thanking me. She’s not thanking the saints. She’s thanking the universe… for putting her here.
I hold her more tightly and her hands fist in my shirt.
I don’t ever want to let her go.
But something deep inside Risk aches at the sight of us, and I draw back from her, turning her to him and whispering softly, “I think Risk deserves his turn, doesn’t he?”
Shock watches from where he’s leaned against the wall. He’s in pain, but we can take care of that.
I go to him, leaning on the wall beside him, and he looks at me with one brow raised.
I point at the floor in front of me. “Come here.”
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not.” I manage to keep the stern look on my face. “Remember, you can’t lie to me.”
“I can when I want to.”
Maybe he can, but not about this. Not right now.
Reaching up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pull him to where I want him and stand up a little straighter as I make sure he’s looking at them. And then, I open his pants and slip his cock free.
When he shivers, the sound makes both of them turn to me and Chrys swallows at the sight of him.
She wants him. She wants all of us… but she can only have one. And Shock’s thoughts haven’t told me which one of us it will be.
But they will.
“You wanted to sink into her so badly…” I stroke him, squeezing as I work my way down, softening on the way back up.
His eyes close. “Yes.”
“Having her hot pussy right there, dripping with need, must have been torture.”
He nods as he swallows.
His imagination runs riot.
He wanted to slip himself free, to thrust into her and fill her. He wanted to claim her. But he doesn’t want to claim her alone.
I don’t remind him we can’t all have her. I don’t want to think about that at all.
“Can you imagine how sexy she’d look with our cum sliding down her legs… dripping from her lips and onto her breasts… Can you imagine covering her with our cum so none of her tattoos show anymore?”
He grunts, and I almost feel bad letting the stream shoot onto the floor.
Almost.
Chrys watches him come, licking her lips, and her thoughts make my cock twitch. She heard every word I said… and she wants all of it.
I wish we could give it all to her, but that’s not possible… not tonight anyway.
Shock’s cock is still hard, his second load sure to be easier to coax from him… not that the first was difficult.
It’s Risk’s turn. He takes over as I clean off my hand and watch the two of them back up to the bed.
Wrapping my arm around Chrys’ waist, I hold her back against me and slide my other hand up her throat to take hold of her chin.
“Look what you did,” I whisper as I hold her in place, making her watch, even though she already was. “Risk and I are both going to need the same by the time we’re done with you and your orgasms help you drift to sleep.”
“I want to help.”
“How?”
“I can do that too…” She tries to lower herself, but I don’t let her. “Please Arc. Let me suck each of your cocks.”
“Not this time.” I lean down and kiss the side of her neck. “Ask us again tomorrow and maybe we’ll say yes.”
“You’ll be gone tomorrow.”
She remembered Calisan when I didn’t. “But I’ll be back.”
She whimpers as Risk does what she wanted to.
We both watch as he takes Shock into his mouth. The two of them haven’t forgotten we’re here, but they are solely focused on each other.
It’s been a while since we’ve done this.
I’ve been gone too much. Shock’s been too preoccupied. Risk seems to forget it's an option. But when he remembers…
His tongue slides along the tip of Shock’s cock, forked end smearing precum across him before he presses inside.
Shock curses as Risk pulses inside, and Chrys’ thoughts provide me with a new word… sounding.
It has a name on Earth….
This time, when Shock comes, it doesn’t spill onto the floor. It spills into Risk’s mouth, and he swallows every last drop.
“Fuck,” Chrys squirms, squeezing her thighs together. “If there was any chance in hell all three of you would fit, I’d tell you to bond with me right now…”
“That’s not how it works.”
She looks up at me, her eyes hooded with unmet desire. “Then we’ll find a way to make it work.”
Hand reaching up to grip my head, she pulls me down and kisses me again.
She’s perfect as she melts against me.
She is ours. Even if it’s only pretend. Even if it’s only temporary.
CHRYS
Watching Risk lick his lips and wipe what little cum he didn’t swallow from his chin makes me want to try so many things I know won’t work.
“Get whichever toy you want to use,” Arc says softly as he releases the arm he had wrapped around my stomach. “I cleaned them before you got home.”
Home. He says it like he knows I don’t ever want to leave… he says it like he doesn’t want me to either.
“I don’t.” The words are soft, not meant to spark a conversation.
The bedside drawer is arranged like a surgical tray, but with toys instead of scalpels. Thank god.
Picking up the Sian-shaped dildo and a small, pill-shaped vibrator, I turn back to them.
I know what I want… and in lieu of that, I know what will get me off.