He stills, leaving it inside me, trailing his fingertips up and down my back.
"You're my little slut now, Saige," he says. "My own personal fuck doll living in my house."
I open my eyes, looking into the glass door, but Nolan is gone. Dax leans over me, brushing my hair away from my face before bringing his lips to mine, kissing me, claiming me.
"I know how bad you need it. And I'll take good care of you as long as you keep taking good care of me…and of Nolan."
He sits up, sucking air through his teeth when he pulls his dick out of me, then he adjusts his sweatpants and sinks back into the couch.
I flip over onto my back, and Dax pushes my legs apart, staring down at my swollen, dripping pussy.
"You look so fucking hot like that," he says. "I'm going to fuck you like this every time. I promise outside of this house, I'll wear a condom."
It's quick, but I feel it—a sharp stab of pain in my gut that I instantly will away, stuffing it down the way I have most of my feelings for the past two years. After all, I know he isn't mine, and I would never want him to be.
Dax doesn't realize he said anything wrong—to him, what he said was probably sweet and considerate.
He smiles and kisses me again. "Have you ever been with two people at the same time, Ripley?"
I swallow a lump in my throat. "No."
Running his hand over my chest and down the front of my body, he says, "That's okay. You're going to fucking love it. And I like it when you're a little scared. Let's go to bed."
I get up, gather my clothes, and head for the spare bedroom.
"Where are you going?" Dax asks. "My bed is bigger."
"I—I need to shower."
He shrugs. "I don't want you to shower. You can shower tomorrow."
I hesitate. "I don't know. I should probably just sleep down here."
Dax rolls his eyes. "No. Come on," he says. "I like holding you, and when I wake up, I'm going to come in you again."
I glance toward the spare room and then back at Dax, remembering how scared I was last night, the nightmares, and how much better I slept with him in the room. And even though I'm still swollen and dripping, I like the idea of getting fucked bare again in the morning, too.
"Be a good girl and say yes, Saige…"
"Yeah, okay."
I follow him up the staircase and then into his bedroom, where he gives me one of his t-shirts before changing his own clothes and crawling into bed.
I guess he really does like holding me, because as soon as I climb under the covers, he pulls me into him, curling his body around mine, and kissing my neck.
"Nolan doesn't like stuff like this. He doesn't like cuddling or hugging or kissing…just so you know. He doesn't like hands on his body, not even on top of his clothes."
"Okay…" But I think I know why he's telling me this, and it isn'tjust so I know. He's preparing me. He wants me to fuck Nolan, too.
"I fucking love it, though. See how well we fit, baby?" he asks, lacing his fingers with my own.
I don't want to answer, so I simply press my lips to the back of his hand.
"You feel like a Christmas present, Saige."
I swallow hard, closing my eyes, and let sleep pull me under.
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