Chapter Twenty-Three
Shelby
I lost a bit of time, but I vaguely knew Blake was there, poking at me, shining lights where I didn’t appreciate it, and generally making a nuisance of himself. Especially the tube he stuck in my arm. I needed to drink the water, not have it in my arm, though he let me do that too, so I stopped complaining.
“This sucks,” I groaned, rolling the cold water bottle over my forehead.
“I imagine it does,” Blake so helpfully replied. “Not to be indelicate, but I'm assuming you're aware of how long it's going to take to wear off?”
I didn't bother to open my eyes to glare at him. It was taking all of my dwindling willpower not to beg him to touch me again, or do it myself. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out, so I cracked one eye to check the level on the saline bag.
“Thought this thing was supposed to help flush it out.” I held up the arm with tubing only to have Rain gently force it back down.
“It’ll help, but it isn’t going to stop it, pretty girl,” River murmured into my hair from behind me. Being pressed between River’s legs on his bed with Rain next me helped a bit, but I couldn’t stop the shiver or my head from tipping back to rub my face against his. The texture of his emerging stubble occupied me until he laughed and pushed me away. I whined about it, but he didn’t relent. “You’re gonna scrape your skin off if you keep it up, then you’ll be mad at me tomorrow.”
I blinked up at him, totally unfazed, and shrugged. “That’s tomorrow me’s problem,” I attempted to whisper. More than likely, I failed miserably. It was hard enough to control my body, let alone the volume of my voice. Not that even a whisper wouldn’t be heard in the quiet of the room. “I’m tryin’ to be good, but I don’t think it’s working.” A frown pulled at my lips when I tried to sort my head out. “Who are Amy and Tess?” I blurted, finally remembering what I wanted to know.
River stiffened behind me, and I slipped sideways so I didn’t have to strain my neck to see him. “Where’d you hear that?” he finally asked.
It had been long enough I’d almost forgotten, but I did remember, though, and started rambling. “Dead bitch. I’m gonna kill her when I can walk straight again, just so you know. Hope you can hide a body. I’m pretty sure Gavin can. Hell, pin it on Carter. He could use a time-out.” I was pretty sure it was Blake who choked on a laugh, but my eyes felt too good closed to check. “S-Sasha and Marigold. They liked to do that to me. Dirk did too. They liked it when I couldn’t stand not being touched. Not Milo, though. He liked to force me to take it and cry, liked it even more when I screamed. She spilled my soda just to spike it then acted like she was helping me. Wait, did you all screw her too? Pretty sure she’s a hooker.” I hadn’t cared if she was earlier, but now I hoped she had a raging case of crabs.
“Shelby, stop. You don’t have to rehash all this.” That was Blake, suddenly in front of me, my chin in his hand and his thumb brushing my cheekbone. The one Dirk had cracked. “No, we didn’t all do anything, alright?”
“You like it too, don’t you?” I whispered, lifting heavy lids to look into his wounded gaze. I was glad they hadn’t messed around with the woman who’d thought to orchestrate my rape.
He shook his head. “Not like that, baby. Tell me what Bethany said. Please.”
I couldn’t deny him when he asked so sweetly. “She said Amy and Tess told her I liked it when Dirk shared me and broke me in. Or something like that. And that I tried to take their place.” I glanced over at a statue-still Rain and shrugged. “I don’t know who they are though. Are you gonna be mad when I smash her pretty face in? I’ve never hurt anyone, not on purpose anyway—except Jessica, but that wasn’t just me. She was mean to me in the bathroom, so I sprayed her with one of her fancy bottles of water.”
“Okay, we’ll sort that out later, pretty girl,” River said, making me lose my train of thought. “I’m certain Gavin and—well, Gavin will have her taken care of.”
I nodded along, careful not to dislodge Blake’s hand. I didn’t want him to stop petting me. “That sounds okay by me, I guess.” I sighed and glanced up at Blake. “Is it weird I think I might like you in my ass? It would be better than the screwdriver, I think.” He jerked back, coughing, and thumped his chest, eyes wide as he looked over at Rain.
Guess my pets are over, I grumbled to myself.
“Care to explain?” River asked with a glare at Blake.
“Actually, no, not at all,” he shot back. “Before we get sidetracked, was that all Bethany said?”
I tried to remember but had a hard time concentrating. “I think that’s it.”
“Shelby?” Rain started, tapping my hand to get me to look at him. “Amy and Tess were Sasha and Marigold.”
“Way to blurt it out, asshole!” Blake was not happy. Neither was I, but for what I figured had to be very different reasons.
“She was getting revenge for her friends? Doesn’t she know they were mean ?” I was fuming all over again.
Blake held his hands up, apparently at a loss for what to say. As for me, I was out of patience. I wanted more pets, and not on my face.
“I don’t care. Tell me tomorrow. I hurt , and either you fix it or put me in the shower and give my screwdriver back!” Abruptly, I rolled forward up onto my knees, escaping River and promptly losing my balance.
“You’re explaining what she’s talking about, Blake,” Rain tried to interject, but River shut him up.
“Fucking help , Rain. Not the time to fight with Blake. We have a plan , remember?” Rain perked up at that, and I wanted to know what the plan was. Right after I got my hands on the one with the big dick, that is.
“Did she just say you have the bigger dick?” Rain was sidetracked again, but I wasn’t.
“Rain, not the time!” Blake and River shouted in unison.
The door swung up, revealing an irritated Gavin right as I managed to get up on all fours. “What’s with the yelling?” he demanded as I stalked Blake across the bed. “Oh shit, nu-uh, come on, Blake. Shelby…” He shook his head when I paused to look at him, earning himself a well-deserved pout.
“How come you won’t let Blake play?” I groused petulantly. “You could watch if you wanted to?” I offered.
Gavin’s lips parted, but no sound came out. He had pretty lips.
“He does have pretty lips, doesn’t he, naughty girl?” River growled in my ear, sending goosebumps all over my body, but it was the sudden tug on my hair really got my attention. He gathered it up, and I enjoyed the sensation until he pulled. I gasped, the strain on my scalp doing funny things to my belly, and reared up, pressing my ass against his front. At the contact, I found him hard and not too small himself, not that I was about to tell him I wanted it more because of that. They can't all be like Blake, thank goodness.
“We got her, boss,” River reassured Gavin, who I’d almost forgotten about, and I moaned in agreement when River wound the length he held around his fist. I ended up rising on my knees, my neck arched, nearly begging for more.
“ Harder, ” was all I was coherent enough to get out.
“Fuck me,” Gavin muttered.
I would if you’d let me . I giggled at the thought and stared with languid eyes at the man who resembled another I’d wanted once upon a time. Too bad fairytales weren’t real.
“You two know the rules. Don’t…” I reached back to grip River between the legs none-too-gently, grinning like a lazy cat when he groaned and bit my neck in retaliation. “You know what?” Gavin said, throwing his hands up. “Good luck.”
He snatched Blake by sleeve and yanked him out, slamming the door behind them while grumbling something about Carter skinning them all if they didn’t keep him distracted. I didn’t even care that his name was mentioned. No, I was too intent on a bare-chested Rain in front of me.
“Tell me what you need, Shelby,” the man in question urged, hovering just out of reach.
“All of it,” I answered, my voice barely audible over the rushing in my ears.
River tightened his hold on my hair, using it as a handle to tip my head forward so he could move his mouth around to the back of my neck. When he lightly nipped at my nape, I froze in place. “There, harder.” He hesitated for a second, then I felt him widen his bite before he bit down. I screamed hoarsely, reaching an arm around to hold him in place when he tried to let up. “Rain,” I pleaded, needing him to stop sitting there, doing nothing.
“We got you,” he promised, going straight for my pants. He tunneled his hand under the stretchy fabric and slid right through my wet heat, humming his approval as he crowded against my front. I went for his chest. Licking up to his collarbone, I tugged away from River until I could suck on the slightly salty bit of flesh. I grunted, quite the unladylike sound, when he pressed his fingers in, stretching me wider than I’d anticipated. “We’ll get you sorted,” he crooned, palming the back of my head to hold me to him. Apparently, he liked my attention and the series of hickeys and teeth marks he was going to be covered in if I kept on. “You still having your monthly?” he asked, prodding at the disc I’d forgotten about. I tried to jerk away, mortification temporarily overriding the haze of lust, but he just curled his fingers up while River held me up from behind because I’d have collapsed at the way he hooked into me and lit up my pussy.
“You’re fine.” River soothed me as I came apart under Rain’s touch. I was shuddering through the peak, panting and sweating from the exertion, when Rain chuckled in that self-satisfied way men had. River suggested, “Why don’t we move to the shower? We didn’t have a chance to clean up after getting home.”
I was sticky, inside and out, so I wasn’t about to turn it down. I just needed a little help in getting there, which the boys were more than happy to provide.
“You can’t do that!” I shrieked, my voice cracking at the pitch. Rain ignored me, and River kept on with soaping my body up.
“I’m aware of how it works, firecracker. We’re also in the shower,” he pointed out while I clamped my thighs around his hand.
We’d been doing just fine, me well on my way to my happy place and thinking about returning the favor with more than my hands, when Rain straight up said he’d get rid of the period disc for me. It took a second for his offer to register, and when it did, he’d already been halfway there.
“Well, since you got them, thanks by the way, I’d assume so, but it’s not proper to-to-you just can’t .”
“Of course we got them. Our mams would fly back just to thump us if we acted ignorant,” River chimed in. I was coming down, but not enough to deal with their…helpfulness.
“You’re killing me here,” I grumbled, wondering about my chances of escaping the shower to deal with it myself.
“Absolutely not,” Rain muttered, before sucking a nipple into his mouth and making my brain go on the fritz.
He let up and waited for me to resurface, ducking down to look me in the eyes.
“I’m assuming you’re at the end, so there’s not much there. Otherwise, there’d have already been something to clean up, right?” Reluctantly, I nodded. “See? No worries, the water will wash it away anyhow.” I closed my eyes and nodded again, then gripped his biceps so hard I was sure to leave bruises as he hooked the edge and slipped it from me. “You can look, Shelby. It’s fine,” he said, amusement in his voice.
I took a peek and found the empty plastic ring in the corner of the shower, clean and well away from us. Out of sight out of mind, I figured, deciding to ignore it.
“Get on with it, Rain,” River directed from behind me, his support leaving my back.
“What?” I started to ask when Rain shucked off his sodden underwear. I felt the color climbing as he unashamedly posed for me to admire. “Oh, Jesus, stop that,” I blurted out and covered my eyes. I was definitely sobering up.
“Why? Can’t handle this perfection?” he teased. When he caught me peeking, he circled his hips, making his dick do something I shouldn’t have had to witness.
“Knock it off, Rain, before she runs out on us and goes to find the bigger one.” I could have sworn there was a bit of bitterness in River’s voice, but when I spun around, with Rain quick to reach out and steady me when I wobbled, he was sporting a grin that showed off the slightly crooked teeth I secretly adored. Not to mention he was equally as short-less with his appendage standing proudly, begging for attention.
“I don’t think I was quite prepared for this,” I muttered, then said fuck it, albeit to myself.
“That’s what we’re here for, pretty girl,” he said softly, reaching out to drag a fingertip down my nose. “If you want us to.”
I found myself nodding, unable to voice it as easily as I had earlier. To prove my point, I reached out, a good deal lower than his face, and traced the lines of his abs until gooseflesh popped out all over.
“May I?” I asked, letting my hand slip lower.
“You may do whatever you like, Shelby, but we might want to finish up in here before we run out of hot water,” he warned.
I shrugged, not really caring if it cooled off since I was still too hot, then bent over to lick his tip. A sound of surprise left him, his expression matching when I tossed the mass of my wet hair off the side so I could peer up at his face while I tasted him.
“ Shelby .” He groaned and gently fisted my hair. He didn't pull or use it as any type of leverage until I attempted to rear up when Rain buried his face between my legs from behind. I found myself stuck in place while he licked me from clit to ass without a by-your-leave or nothing. Hazily, I reminded myself that I only had to ask to be let go.
My knees nearly buckled, but Rain kept me upright, his shoulders on the insides of my thighs while his hands gripped them from the outside.
“That’s—oh, I like that,” I cried out, barely able to string the words together. River’s hand tightened on my hair as I felt more than heard Rain laugh against my pussy. “Rain!” I shouted as his tongue rimmed my ass before forcing its way inside. He and River must have been doing that silent communication thing because their every move seemed designed to keep me where they wanted me, pushing my boundaries yet never quite going over them.
I felt kinda rude when I realized River’s dick was still bobbing away, scant millimeters from my parted lips. Since I didn’t actually want them to stop and was more scandalized than anything else, I let myself go. None of what Dirk, Milo, or those women had subjected me to had a damn thing to do with what I’d wanted, and I was about to find out what exactly that was. Morbid as it sounded, even in the privacy of my mind, they weren’t going to give me a comeuppance from the grave. I hoped it was a shallow one too, that they had to share.
That was my last thought of anything but the men who were hellbent on delivering their promise to take care of me.