Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
The light from the sun woke me and I could have sworn I heard a floorboard creak.
I blinked slowly as I woke up, and with each blink, I saw a tattooed arm.
Memories from last night replayed in my head and I knew it was Reid’s arm I was lying on.
I could also feel him breathing. Every time he inhaled, his chest expanded and pressed against my back.
I was having déjà vu. Except I hadn’t had a dirty dream prior, he wasn’t grinding himself against my ass, and his hand wasn’t up my shirt. Nope. His hand was currently inside my thong, cupping me.
It was unfair that this was my second time being groped in my sleep and he hadn’t even seemed remorseful last time. A bad idea popped into my head. One I was absolutely going to run with. Later I’d blame it on my barely awake brain.
I reached behind me, between us, and slid my hand into his boxer briefs. The moment my fingers wrapped around his hard and surprisingly large cock, I knew he was awake.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he said in that deep voice men get when they just woke up.
“Getting payback,” I said.
His fingers moved as if trying to understand where they were. In the process, he grazed my clit and easily slipped along my folds.
I gasped and unintentionally tightened my grip on his cock.
He inhaled sharply. “You’re wet.” Just with those two words, I could tell he was angry.
So what? I could get just as angry.
“And you’re hard. Your point?” I snapped at him.
As if to spite me, he purposely moved his fingers to stroke my clit. I groaned and stroked him back, squeezing as I moved up and down his cock.
His hips jutted, seemingly involuntarily. “Knock it off,” he growled as he continued to rub that little bundle of nerves between my legs.
I whined as my own hips betrayed me and rocked against his hand, seeking more. “You first,” I had to force out with a breathless voice.
With a grunt, because I hadn’t let up on pumping my hand around him, he slid his fingers through my seam until he found my opening. I didn’t have time to process what he was about to do before he pushed two fingers into my pussy. The abrupt feeling of being stretched made me moan loudly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Again, he spoke as if that offended him. Yet he didn’t stop thrusting his fingers inside me, making me moan each time. “Stop moaning.” The growl in his voice vibrated against my ear.
What he was asking was impossible. Especially since the heel of his palm ground against my clit whenever he fucked me with his fingers.
“I—I can’t,” I whined. I was going to come. It was just out of reach. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His hips thrust in sync with my hand around him. “Don’t fucking beg!”
“Stop fucking talking!” I growled back. I was almost there. Almost. Right. Fucking. There. “You’re such a fucking asshole.” Every word came out as a whine.
He lips grazed my ear. “This asshole is about to make you come.”
That did me in. I fucking exploded and so did he. His thrusts into my fist turned into spurts the moment I cried out. He grunted and his cum jetted onto my fingers as he continued to fuck my hand until every last drop had been expelled.
My body shook and my pussy pulsed around his fingers. All I could do was breathe as I came back to my body.
“I don’t know about you, Roe, but I thought it was hot,” a voice said.
I felt Reid tense up as much as I did. I was pretty sure we glanced toward the foot of the bed at the same time. Both Roe and Wyatt were standing there staring down at us.
Reid pulled his fingers from me, making my breath hitch. He sat up with my hand still in his boxers. “How long have you been standing there?”
Wyatt hummed as he thought about it. “The whole time.”
Roe didn’t say anything. He just stared at me.
“And you didn’t say anything because?” Reid asked.
Wyatt glanced at Roe. “We were about to wake you both up, but she grabbed your dick, and I had to see how that would play out. It was kind of weird, not gonna lie. Clearly, you both want to fuck each other, but neither of you want to admit it.”
“You can shut up now,” Reid grumbled.
Slowly, I pulled my cum-covered hand out of his boxers and got up to head to the bathroom.
They all went quiet and I knew they were watching me until I closed the door.
I went to the pedestal sink and washed my hands.
Had we been in the moment still, I would have licked my fingers clean before asking him to fuck me.
I closed my eyes as I sighed. What was I doing with them? What were they doing with me? I didn’t understand anything. I felt like I was addicted to Roe. I’d been feeling a pull to him for a long time. So everything felt stronger with him. But there was also a pull to Wyatt and Reid.
I shook my head to cast away my thoughts. None of it mattered. Our time was limited. I couldn’t belong to any of them and none of them could be mine.
After washing my hands, I cleaned up my face the best I could. Last night’s makeup had smeared like crazy.
When I was done in the bathroom, I padded out, finding them all hanging out in the kitchen.
Reid had a coffee mug in his hand and Roe sat on a stool at the island, fiddling with his lip piercing with his fingers.
Wyatt was sitting next to him eating a sandwich.
He was the only one who looked my way when I approached.
Wyatt got up from his stool. “Sit down. We brought breakfast.”
I did as he said and sat next to Roe, who appeared lost in his thoughts. I glanced at Reid. He was giving a mean look to the floor.
“Should I leave?” I asked.
“No,” Roe and Reid said at the same time, sounding equally distracted.
“I feel like I should apologize again,” I said.
“I’m not surprised it happened,” Roe said with a sigh. “I assumed it’d be Wyatt first, if I’m being honest. But now that it has, I’m trying to figure out how it’s all going to work.”
“There’s nothing to figure out,” Reid said. “Because it won’t happen again.”
Wyatt scoffed at that as he set something wrapped in front of me. “You’re a terrible liar. Even to yourself.”
By the shape alone, it looked similar to the sandwich Wyatt had been eating. I unwrapped it and saw that it was. Between two slices of brioche were bacon, ham, cheese, eggs, and some sort of sauce. I took a bite; pleasantly surprised, I made a yum sound.
“I love it when you eat,” Wyatt said.
“I rarely get to do it,” I responded before taking another, bigger bite.
They all went quiet for a minute until Wyatt spoke again.
“Because you’re not allowed.” Wyatt didn’t phrase it like a question. He knew because I had already let it slip when he had asked me what my favorite food was.
I set my sandwich down. “It’s always been expected of me to look a certain way. My mother thinks I’m still not thin enough and a lot of the time, as a punishment, I’m not allowed to eat.”
“That’s why you never eat lunch,” Roe said.
I nodded. “I’m not allowed to. Lately, because my mother thinks I still need to lose five pounds, Prue, one of our housekeepers, makes me a boiled chicken breast for dinner.
Until I lose it, that’s what I’ll eat.” I set the sandwich down, feeling guilty.
I hadn’t weighed myself in a while. I’d used to do it every morning.
What if Clay was right and I had gained weight?
I felt like I had dug myself into a deep hole. Now I couldn’t climb out. All I could do was wait for Mother to come along and bury me in it.
Reid mumbled something angrily that I didn’t catch as he turned to look out the window above the kitchen sink. “The club is hosting a barbecue today. I think we should go.”
Both looking surprised, Roe and Wyatt stared at Reid’s back as if he’d lost his mind.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Wyatt asked.
“You stopped going to club events a long time ago, Reid,” Roe said.
Reid turned around and stared only at me. “Go with me to the barbecue.”
Wyatt and Roe looked at each other as if the other might know what was going on.
“It’s tomorrow,” I said to Reid. “Will you tell me why you don’t like me?”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know at the club’s barbecue,” he replied.
I could tell something more was going on. From what I knew, out of the three of them, Reid hated the club the most. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”
“I’ll have Mac bring you something to wear,” he said just before walking off to the bathroom.
“Are we letting them go alone?” Wyatt asked Roe.
Roe sighed. “No.”
After a shower, I smelled like Reid. I didn’t have any of my products, so I’d had to make do with his.
At Reid’s request, Mac borrowed her mom’s car to come over and help me get ready.
After asking how I was, she seemed like her old self again.
Had I known about her past, I wouldn’t have called her for help before.
I listened quietly as she gabbed away about this guy she had been talking to and how they had a date later this evening while she helped me with my hair and makeup.
She had asked Reid if he was okay multiple times because of how out of character he was acting. It had seemed to stun her even more than Wyatt and Roe when he’d told her that he was going to the club’s barbecue.
She had lent me high-waisted jean shorts and a black tank crop top that just barely covered the bruise courtesy of Clay. Instead of my black boots, she lent me brown ankle boots that were a smidge big, but would work.
When it was time to go, Mac went home. Because I didn’t want to walk and it was a good distance down the road, all four of us piled into Wyatt’s car and drove there.
“Why do you have a crowbar back here?” Reid asked. He and Roe were riding in the backseat.
Wyatt held his hand out to take it. Reid handed over the heavy-looking metal bar and Wyatt set it on the floor by my feet. “I accidentally took it from work, and I put it back there to remind me to return it tomorrow during my shift.”
“What’d you need a crowbar for?” Roe asked.