It had been three days since our first night at the shelter – I had dragged them back there two other nights – and I had finally bribed them into giving me my knife back. It had mysteriously disappeared when we had left that first night. I knew one of them had it. I’d had threatened to go and buy something even more dangerous if they didn’t give it back.
So, here I was getting lessons on how to use the darn thing. Evidently, if I was going to carry a weapon I needed to know how to use it properly. Or as Brent stated yesterday, “You’d hurt yourself” and Cole had added, “Or someone else by accident.” I hadn’t disagreed with that, but I wasn’t going to let them boss me around. So I had threated them. This was the truce we had come up with. I’m not sure if that was pathetic of me, but I wasn’t going to dwell. The end result was all that mattered. My knife was in my hand.
“Just follow my lead,” Brent whispered in my ear. He brought my arm back on top of his and he slowly arced down. I followed his movement, twisting slightly when he did. And the motion was completed perfectly.
I blew my bangs out of my face. Of course it was perfect with him helping. When I did it by myself, I looked like a toothpick falling over like a domino set. Graceful, I’m not. Grudgingly, Iwas beginning to see why they didn’t want me holding sharp objects.
“Once more, please,” I huffed. “Maybe, I’ll get it the next time.”
“Darlin’, you can get it…,” Brent lightly sucked on my earlobe, “anytime you want.”
I froze, and then shivered.Oh.
Cole coughed from the bed. “Is there a problem?”
“The only problem is you being in here,” Brent growled at him.
“Oh, shut the hell up. You can go and fu-“ Cole started to growl right back, but I interrupted.
“Stop! Please,” I stated irritably. “Let’s just work on these moves. ‘K?”
“Love to,” Brent agreed easily, slipping a hand under my clean Death Row pj’s. His warm hand seared my flesh as his thumb ran slowly under one bare breast while he spread his fingers wide on my stomach, his pinkie dipping below my waist band.
Cole growled.
I tried to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. Being around these two for almost two weeks and having no “play time” what-so-ever was starting to wreak havoc on libido. All I had to do was look at them and I was wet and ready in a heartbeat. They were desirable and all…male…and they made me want to strip down bare, spread my legs, and say “Come and get me!”.
But, instead I had to be a good little girl, so the other didn’t get all ticked off. It was turning me into a major snatch. I had been so snippy with everyone for the last two days that Stash and Chloe had actually tried to avoid me tonight. I was in need and couldn’t do a darn thing about it. I’m not real big on masturbation, either. Sure, it’s nice while it lasts, but it alwaysleaves me feeling a little empty inside. Kinda like if I were to go see the fireworks on the Fourth of July, but instead it got rained out after the first explosion of lights. Yeah, it happened, but it was still a major let down.
“Ember?” Brent asked quietly.
Startled, my eyes snapped open –when had I shut them?– and I glanced from Brent to Cole and back. They were looking at me funny. All I could do was mutter, “Huh?”
Cole cleared his throat quietly. “You were moaning, sweetheart.”
Even as my face flushed, I shut my eyes. This had to end sometime. I think I was killing them right along with myself. I needed toknow.
I squared my shoulders and opened my eyes. I moved away from Brent, placing the knife carefully at the foot of the bed. I met Cole’s gaze steadily and stated, “I’m sorry if this hurts you to see, but I have to.”
As my words sunk in, I watched his eyes turned guarded, knowing what I was about to do he wouldn’t like. But, I didn’t stop. I knew what I felt with Cole. I needed to see if the same was there with Brent still. There’s love, but then there’slove.
I turned to Brent, who watched me carefully. Slowly, I padded back over to him, pressing my satin covered breasts to his bare chest. I watched my hands glide over his heated biceps, up over his strong shoulders, and into his blond curls. I fisted his hair and met his eyes.
His sweet breath fanned over my face while he stood stock still. He trembled slightly and his eyes were still cautious. For all of his tough nature he was still that scared little boy that had been left so long ago. And he knew what I was doing. He could feel it in the way I held him and he could see it in my eyes.
Ever so slowly, his hands rested on my hips. His trembling increased. I wondered frantically if it wasn’t going to be thesame. Especially, now that I knew his private fear. How I would handle it? How he would handle it? It terrified me.
But…his green eyes gradually cleared, and pure, untainted love shone through right along with a smidgen of his weariness. His trembling decreased and he slipped his thumbs under my waist line and tugged me tight against him. His eyes slowly took in my face and he smiled gently, and tenderly, he stated, “I’m not going anywhere, darlin’. So whatever you’re thinking, just push it away.”
My breath caught at the certainty in his loving words.
He bent down, circling his arms around me and wrapping me tight into his warmth. His world. His universe. His life. He was letting me see him and everything he had to give. His soft lips landed on mine and he stroked unhurriedly, taking his time exploring my lips, brushing back and forth and licking across my bottom lip. I wanted to cry in relief as I felt him.Felt him.
And then he felt me. As I started to tremble way worse than he had been, he took control. His fingers tightened on my healed ribs as he pushed. Seeking. Wanting. Needing. Determined. Unbreakable. I slowly opened for him and he lunged for what he wanted. As his tongue sought out mine, he twirled us, pressing me back against the wall, sheltering me as his hand came up to grip my jaw and tilt my head, pushing even farther.
Until I surrendered.
Caught and captured.
