“So perfect.” Griffin kisses the other.
Basking in the moment, I close my eyes and sigh.
Griffin leads me over to the worktable and clears a spot for me to sit down. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He wets a rag with a bottle of water I didn’t notice earlier.
As he wipes my face, I peek over his shoulder to Knox, who has a plastic tarp laid out. He carries what’s leftover of Leonard and drops the pieces onto the plastic.
I wince. “Sorry, I made a mess.”
“No apologies needed, Sunshine,” Griffin replies for them both.
Knox shakes his head. “That was so damn hot.”
Oh my word. We’re all fucked up, aren’t we?
I let Griffin finish cleaning me up as Knox ties up the tarp and places it in the back of Griffin’s truck.
Together, they hose down the dirt, erasing any trace of Leonard and what I did to him.
Erasing the pain he caused me. Erasing the scars he gave me.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
RAVEN
“Sorry, I didn’t help clean up. My arms are basically dead.” I emphasize my point by trying to lift my arms, but I can’t raise them higher than my shoulders. I’ve never done an arm workout, and now I don’t think I ever will.
Griffin winks at me. “We were happy to do it, Sunshine.”
“We could help you relax,” Knox suggests. His tone is a little too wicked.
I eye him suspiciously, but I’m curious to see where he’s going with this.
“What do you think, Griff?”
Griffin takes on the same tone as Knox. “I think we could help her with some stress relief.”
The way he says “stress relief” has me thinking they mean to make me exert more energy, but if it has a happy ending, I’m all for it.
Knox holds his hand out to me. “What do you say, Darlin’?”
The corner of my mouth twitches as I place my hand in his. “Let’s try.”
Knox guides me from the table over to the freshly cleaned chair and has me sit.
The cool metal sends a shiver up my spine. Every nerve in my body is hyperaware as Griffin and Knox circle around me. One at a time, they remove their belts from their waists. My breaths become closer together as a drop of fear mixes with my anticipation.
Knox kneels in front of me. “Do you trust us?”
My answer is easy. I don’t have to give it a second thought.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Knox leans forward, dominating my mouth with his. He nips at my lips, spurring me on. His tongue thrusts in my mouth, mimicking the motion his cock would make with my core. The force behind the kiss is passionate and devoted.
I lose myself in the heat.
