Chapter Ten
I have been awake for a while, but Thane and Reid are still asleep. I’ve been working on my letter, but I don’t know how to explain it without sounding insane.
I glance up from where I am sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed and see Reid is awake and watching me. “Hey,” I say quietly.
“Did you sleep?” he asks, sitting up. I lean forward to kiss him before setting my notebook and pen on the side table.
“I did for a little bit. You two slept like a fucking rock,” I say.
“Yeah. I was tired,” he says, smiling at me.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s just nice to see you so relaxed, is all,” he says. “You being in the facility was both harmful and helpful.”
“How so?” I ask.
“You needed the real world to learn how to cope, but in the moments you can’t cope, an inpatient facility is best,” he says.
“I’m afraid of losing progress,” I admit.
“You will. You will struggle, and you might even self-harm again one day, but it’s not the end of the world. You can have a setback and still progress.”
“I just want to exist and not have to worry if I’ll get too sad again one day,” I explain.
“You’ll get there,” he says, patting my thigh. We look over at Thane when he rolls to his belly with one leg pulled up.
“You should fuck him,” I say. “Like fuck him awake.”
“He will absolutely turn it on me,” Reid laughs. “He’s been itching to actually rage fuck me.”
“You don’t seem opposed.” I shrug.
“You’re right. I’m not,” he says, moving up to his knees. He grabs the lubricant from the bedside table, and I am giddy as I watch him pull his cock out and apply the lubricant to himself.
Reid winks at me before turning and grabbing the headboard so he can carefully straddle Thane.
He guides his cock into the perfect position.
With one solid thrust, he buries himself into Thane, and the gasp that comes out of this man is incredible.
Reid immediately starts ruthlessly pounding into him, offering no mercy.
Thane moans and tries to fight back against him, but all he manages is to get up on his knees before Reid grabs his hips and fucks him harder.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God, Reid!” Thane moans.
This is my perfect opportunity, so I stand and grab my letter before walking around to the head of the bed.
All I do is just lay the notebook next to him, and Thane growls as he pushes back against Reid enough that he can reach back and grab him.
This starts a wrestling match, but Reid melts the moment Thane grabs him by the throat.
“You’ve had your fun playing dominant with me. Bend over and take my cock, and maybe I won’t punish you,” Thane growls.
“Okay,” Reid says softly.
“Lame!” I call out. I yelp when Thane grabs my arms and pulls me closer so that Reid grabs me. I am then dragged under him, and they rip my panties off before Reid grabs my hips.
“Wait!” I yell out. “You were just fucking him, dude.”
“And now I’m fucking you,” he growls, slamming into my ass.
It’s what I thought he was going to do, but violent all the same.
Every time Thane slams into Reid, Reid surges into me.
This ends up where Reid is fucking me as hard and fast as he can, but fucking himself on Thane in the process.
I am moaning wildly, nearly screaming into the pillow.
It’s not until I’ve come twice that Reid does, and eventually Thane.
We end up as a heap on the bed, exhausted all over again.
If this is how things are starting for us, these six weeks are going to be incredible.
Even though we are exhausted, Thane makes a point to find the notebook and read my letter.
Thane,
You told me to write a letter and tell you why I did what I did. The answer is much simpler than you realize. Maybe I should have given it more thought. Maybe someone saner than I am would, but hesitation wasn’t an option…
I left here and made the decision to target Missy because I wanted to go above and beyond for him the way I wish someone had done for me.
So many people throughout my life let me down.
I was abused so severely because no one cared about me.
I wanted Reid to know that no matter how bad things have gotten, he had someone to do anything for him, no matter the consequences.
When I saw Reid at breakfast, I recognized something in his eyes that I had felt for most of my life. It’s a hopeless feeling that consumes every shred of happiness, and he wanted to find a way out. He will never admit it. Not to you, me, or anyone else.
So, I did it because I wanted Reid to feel safe again. It was a luxury I was never afforded until I met him…
Thank you for believing in me…
Ayla
P.S. I’ll cherish the memory of you tied to a table at my mercy for the rest of my life, pretty boy. You look amazing when you beg for mercy.