Istartle myself out of sleep, sitting up in bed. Graham and Demitri are still sleeping soundly. Light snores can be heard from them. Midnight climbed out of bed already, probably too warm to stay in bed with my two human furnaces. I cannot wait for the really cold nights to settle in for sleeping with these two. Looking at the clock on the end table, it is only five in the morning.Fuck, I have not slept enough.I know that I am not going to be able to fall back asleep, so I slowly climb out of the giant bed.
Once out of bed, I turn back to make sure I didn’t disturb the guys. They start to stir a little, but then Demitri’s arm snags Graham by the hip and snuggles into him. I bite into my fist to quiet a giggle that wants to escape, snatching my phone off the desk and I snap a photo of them together.
Walking into the walk-in closet, I find it stocked completely with everything a girl like me could desire. I know for a fact that over half of this stuff was not here before I was ripped out of their lives by my asshole ex. There are gorgeous, warm sweaters hanging in the closet, that I run my fingertips over to test their softness, even a handful of long formal dresses to have just incase. Opening a drawer, I find every color of the rainbow of sports bras and workout tops. The next drawer is full of leggings and biker shorts.
I snatch up a matching black and red set before removing the oversized clothes I went to bed in. Sliding the butter-soft material over my skin and getting myself ready for a workout. I slide my feet into a brand new pair of tennis shoes and throw my hair into a messy bun before heading out of the bedroom on silent feet.
Down the hallway, I can hear Kyra tossing and turning in her sleep. I stop outside of the open bedroom door and I see her body thrashing on the bed with Callum sitting on the edge quietly trying to soothe her without waking her. His eyes, so much like his brother’s, meet mine before I place my finger over my lips, indicating to keep quiet, before I go downstairs. The cupboard squeaks gently when I open it to retrieve a stainless steel water bottle out to fill it with ice water and electrolytes. Grabbing my headphones off the counter and placing them over my ears before walking down the basement steps to the gym.
The gym is a large open space, with two sets of almost any machine you can think of. Like this space was designed for the two of them to work on the exact same things at the exact same times. It is adorable, really. The treadmill is calling my name. I climb onto the machine and set it to give me a gorgeous forest trail to “run” through, all from the safety of the secure house. Pulling up the Spotify app on my phone, I select my favorite playlist to run to. It is full of rock music, bands like Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, and Bad Omens.
Setting the pace at a steady jog, I allow the beat of my heart and the music. Letting me get lost in the run. My legs and lungs burn with the effort, showing me just how weakened I got while chained to that damn bed. Just proving I need to be down here more than ever. The stab wound in my thigh throbs, but Irefuse to let it slow me down. Nothing takes me out of my own head like a hard workout. Once my legs feel like they can’t run another step, I look down at the screen. Five miles down. Fuck, no wonder my legs feel like Jello.
Grabbing a towel off the shelf on the wall, I swipe at the sweat streaming down my face. I chug down my electrolyte water before doing a couple stretches to bring my heart rate down a bit. Once my breathing returns to normal, I start the process of wrapping my hands in tape, before sliding on the boxing gloves. The punching bag across the room calling my name next. Glancing down at my phone, I see it is now 6:30 in the morning. The guys will probably be up soon.
“Let’s get a little bit of bag work in and then I’ll make breakfast.” I say out loud to myself.
“Dee is already working on breakfast, Little Witch.” I about jump out of my skin at the sound of Graham standing in the doorway.
“Jesus, Graham. How long have you been there?”
“Long enough.” He chuckles. “Do you want help cooling down?” His smirk tells me he is looking at warming me up in other ways.
His long strides bring him to where I am standing quickly. He takes the towel out of my grasp and uses it to dab at the sweat still dripping down my face. His finger rests under my chin to gently bring my eyes to his, and my breath hitches.I need this man to show me how it feels to be loved again.
“Show me, Blue.” The words are barely audible from my mouth.
“Show you what, Little Witch?” His voice is husky and full of lust.
“I need to feel what it’s like to be loved again. I need to erase the memory of his hands on my flesh. The memories his presence unearthed.”
Suddenly his lips are on mine. Not demanding or possessing, just gentle and playful kisses. Exactly what I would expect out of my Graham. His tongue dances with mine. He is just enjoying being able to kiss me again. When it feels like we are running out of air, I break the kiss. We are both panting and smiling.
“I don’t want to rush you, Little Witch. Why don’t you get cleaned up and ready for breakfast?”
“Why don’t you join me?” A playful smirk on my lips.
“Are you sure?” The concern in his eyes is evident.
“I don’t want to be treated like a broken little girl. Yes, I was kidnapped, but I don’t want to allow a dead asshole to stop me from being able to enjoy the most perfect men in my life.” I am pleading with him at this point to not allow what has happened to me to impact our relationship.
“I would love nothing more than to be the man that erases the last couple of weeks. I need you to know that if you say stop, I will stop. If you need a moment, you need to tell me. Can you agree to that?” Both of his large hands are on either side of my face, forcing me to keep eye contact with him. If anyone else did this, I would probably lose it, but with him and Demitri, I know they would never do a single thing I don’t want them to, and this is his way of making sure I understand him.
“I will make sure to tell you if I need to stop or slow down. I will not allow you to do anything I feel uncomfortable with or unsure of. This time is just meant for healing and getting myself back for the men I want to spend my life with.”
As soon as I finish speaking, I am picked up and thrown over Graham's shoulder. A squeal erupts from my lips as he carries me up the basement stairs. He walks through the kitchen as Demitri is cooking breakfast, and it smells amazing.
“Hey guys, food is almost ready.” Dee calls to us, but we are already heading up the stairs.
“Do you want Demitri to join us or just us, beautiful girl?” He asks while standing in the middle of the hallway trying to decide if he is going in his room or what now is the joint room.
“I think I should try one at a time first.” I speak quietly because I am embarrassed that right now I don’t think I could handle how intense the two of them are at once.
He unlocks his bedroom door, strides in and throws me on the bed. “Stay.” He holds his hand out in front of me before walking back to the door. He fidgets with something on the back of the door and then comes back to me. His lips are back on mine for a moment before he breaks the kiss. “Now the fingerprint reader is off for the time being. No one can come in here.”
My heart beats out of my chest with nerves and excitement.Am I going to be able to do this? Is Nick going to steal the last bit of happiness out of my life?I take a deep breath and look up at Graham. His eyes are full of lust and I know that he is dying to take control of the situation but allowing me to dictate how this will go.
“Blue, you don’t have to be afraid of hurting or scaring me. Just go slow and I will let you know.” I make sure to look right into his eyes as I say that and grab his hand, leading him to the bathroom. “I’m all sweaty and gross. I need to shower first.”
