Every time I wake from one of those nightmares, my body aches with the pain as if it’s just happened. The scars feel raw, the blisters almost unbearable. The second I come around and realize that it’s all a dream, that it’s all in the past, it doesn’t get any better. I feel it for hours after. Even more so if it’s dark. That’s exactly why I usually sleep with the light on. Even as an eighteen-year-old man, I have to have the light on. Or Sadie beside me, it seems. Because aside from last night, I’ve never had a nightmare with her here.
She makes everything easier, calmer; she makes me wish like hell that I never left her side when we were kids. But Rhett and I got closer, and as puberty hit, we had more in common than Sadie and me, and the two of us grew apart.
I can’t help but wonder how much easier those early teen years would have been if she was still by my side, holding my hand when things got rough. And being a boy with no memory of who he was, where he came from or what his real name even was, there were some hella dark days.
My eyes continue to track over her features as I think about the things she keeps asking me about the past. I know it’s my fault because I confessed to Justin affecting me somehow, but she’s bringing it all back up. She’s only trying to help, trying to get to the bottom of all of this. But I keep thinking that she’s putting two and two together and coming out with fifteen.
Why would they want the two of us? It was a coincidence that we were together that day on my bike, but the photo in her locker was of us. The Reapers have no reason to go after me. Hell, I don’t even know who I am; I very much doubt they do.
Movement on the other side of the room catches my eye, and when I look up, I find Noble also staring at a sleeping Sadie. “She still out?”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “She needs it.”
“Yeah, we should probably let her rest…” Something wicked flashes in his eyes, and I can’t help but get excited at the sight of it.
“Or we could—”
“Give her a wake up she’ll never forget.”
“I like your thinking, Pretty Boy.” I smirk. “Maybe she’s onto something, bringing you into the mix.”
He shakes his head as he silently rolls from the couch and pulls his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor.
Unlike Rhett and I, his skin is clear of any ink, something I’m sure we’ll have to address if he plans on sticking around. But he’s also free of any scars. Tan, ripped, and smooth, his body is so perfect that I can’t help the wave of jealousy that washes through me.
I hate my scars, and until I find answers for why they’re there, I’m not sure I’m ever going to be able to accept them, to own them as part of me.
Stepping up to the bed, he peels back the sheets at her feet, exposing her body. “Damn,” he hisses at the sight of her in nothing but her black lace lingerie.
“We’re lucky motherfuckers, bro,” I mutter, as he kneels on the bed, wrapping his hands around her ankles and parting her legs.
She moans softly in her sleep and falls onto her back.
“Ready?” he whispers.
“Always. Let’s make her scream.”
I watch for a beat as Noble kisses up her inner thigh before I tuck my finger under the lace of her bra, exposing her already hard nipple to me. I wonder if she’s dreaming of us.
Lowering my head, I flick her peak with the tip of my tongue as Wes hits the juncture of her thighs. “No backing out now,” I chuckle.
His shoulders shake with a laugh.
No, I wouldn’t be going anywhere if I were in his position either.
His finger dips under the lace covering her sweet pussy before he pulls it away, exposing her to him. Our eyes connect and we both move, him licking up her slit and me sucking her nipple deep into my mouth.
Sadie startles not a second later, her body jolting beneath us. “What the— holy shit,” she gasps, her eyes wide as she looks down at the pair of us enjoying her body.
None of us move for a few seconds as she comes to her senses. But when she does, she falls back, her body relaxing once more. “Best morning ever,” she breathes. “Please, continue.”
Deep laughter rumbles in my chest as I take her back in my mouth, my other hand reaching out to expose her other breast and teasing that one too.
“Oh God,” she cries. “Fuck.” Her body is now fully awake and on board with the situation. “Yes!”
Her back arches and her hips roll as her hands find their way into our hair, holding us both tightly against her body.
“I’m not coming without you both,” she pants. “You’d better get there too.”
Not needing to be told twice, I push my hand into my boxers, pulling out my aching cock, jerking myself off as I tease her.
“Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Me too, princess,” I groan, kissing up her chest and sucking on her neck.
Her eyes lock with mine before dropping to my hand. “Mouth,” she demands. “I want to taste you.”
As I scramble to my feet to do as she orders, she glances at Wes. “Pussy. Now.”
He moves even quicker than I do, and in seconds she’s full of both of us as we all race toward our releases.
My back stings like a bitch where I collided with that wall last night, but fuck if the sight of her lips wrapped around my cock doesn’t help.
“Yes, yes. Dane…Wes. Fuck. Yes,” she cries as her orgasm hits her.
Two seconds later, I come down her throat with her name, a plea on my lips as Wes fills her pussy. Satiated, the three of us collapse on the bed.
“Well, it’s safe to say that today is already better than yesterday,” Sadie pants, her fingers laced with both of ours.
“I could get used to this whole lockdown thing, you know,” Pretty Boy murmurs. “We never even have to leave this room.”
The moment dissipates, the reality of what we’re about to face descending over us like a dark storm cloud.
“As amazing as that sounds, I’m going to have a job to do very soon in the hope of putting an end to all this bullshit.”
“Fuck, yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Chill, Pretty Boy. We’re all good.”
“Okay, well, while you two bicker, I’m going to shower.” Sadie smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Although we can distract ourselves with each other, it doesn’t erase the fact that we’re in the middle of a shitstorm that’s only set to get worse before it gets better.
“Want company?” I ask, watching as she tucks her tits away and climbs from the bed.
She looks between the two of us. “You two want to shower together?”
Wes and I glance at each other.
“Maybe another time,” he says.
I mean, I’m not opposed to the idea. Sadie naked, wet, covered in bubbles between the two of us… sounds like my sort of fun. But Wes is probably right. We’ve already enjoyed ourselves too much this morning, given the circumstances.
“Okay, well…” She walks to my bathroom, her ass swaying in her tiny thong making my cock harden for her once more.
“Damn, she’s hot,” Pretty Boy mutters, although I’m sure he didn’t actually mean to say it out loud.