Yeah, I do. He said he'd come in with his dick in his hand and fuck me next. I nod, my cries muffled against his palm, and myeyes roll back in my head, my pussy throbbing around his long, hard cock.
But it has nothing to do with what he just said.
I whimper against his hand until my legs stop shaking.
"Fuck, I'm going to come." Dax slides his hands under my ass, gripping my cheeks hard while he buries himself deep inside me. He groans against my neck, and I feel his dick twitch inside me while he comes.
He brushes my hair away from my face, both of us catching our breath. "You feel good?"
"I feel really good."
"All right. I have to go back out there. Do you want me to bring you anything? I can make you a drink or something so that you don't have to go out there and deal with big brother."
"Ew. And no. But will you come back and sleep with me?"
"Definitely." He sighs, kisses me again, and then climbs out of bed, adjusting his pants. "You're so fucking perfect, Saige."
I'm so fucking in love with you,I think.
"See you, baby."
"Bye, Dax."
I wait a few minutes, recovering, before changing into sweats and a tank top, and then going to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I lie back down, I do something I haven't done in a while—I pull out what's become my emotional support journal and actually start writing down some of the words I've had stuck in my head for the last week.
Nolan calls me on FaceTime after Avery goes to bed, and we talk until I fall asleep.
I must not have woken up when Dax got into bed with me, but I do now. I open my eyes and find Elias kneeling beside my bed, and before I can say anything, he brings a finger to his lips.
"Shh. Let's go," he whispers. "Don't wake him up."
Unlike Nolan, Dax is a heavy fucking sleeper. I'd have to do something pretty overt to wake him once he's out like this. Still, I elbow him a little when I climb out from under him while Elias waits by the door with his arms folded in front of him.
I don't think it worked.
I pull a hoodie over my tank top, grab some socks and slip into my boots, and then follow him out to the car. "It's even later than usual," I say, noting the time on the dash—just after three in the morning.
"Had to sober up."
"Well…thanks for that, I guess."
The car ride and the walk inside are quiet, and just as has typically been the case, there's no one else on the ice.
"We should go home and get your skates," Elias says. "Then you won't have to wear the shitty rentals anymore."
They are shitty. They hurt after a while—especially if I don't get them adjusted just right. I've complained about it more than once. "Weshould go home?"
"I mean just you. You should go home and get your skates."
"So, you're saying this is a long-term arrangement, then?"
"I'm having fun, aren't you?"
A little, once I wake up, but I'm not going to tell him that. "I miss sleeping, but it's better than doing your laundry and homework, I guess."
And he's been almost pleasant at times. But after what happened the night he dragged me out of that party, I'm pretty sure I know what that's about.
This time, I'm actually the first one out on the ice. I skate the parameter, trying to wake myself up. The cold helps. I'm so in my head, I don't even notice Elias behind me until he tugs on my ponytail.
