Page 14 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“You guys and chocolate cake are equally the loves of my life,” I joke, leaning into him with a small smile before it drops.

Loving these guys is hard, even when I want to leave Logan and hurt him just as much as he's hurt me, but the heart wants what it wants. It sucks, the back-and-forth way my head and heart go at each other.

Head: “Leave his ass.”

Heart: “But we love him for some stupid reason.”

“No thinking, Mama. Just feel. We’re going to wash the day away from you, and you're going to let us,” Dom states, leaving no room for argument, but he won’t hear any complaints from me.

Fingers weave into my hair, smoothing the wet strands with shampoo before scrubbing gently at my scalp. Is there such a thing as a hair-wash orgasm? Dalton starts washing my body slowly as I lean my back into Dom and close my eyes.

“Just a little bit longer, Tillie,” Dalton mutters, not lingering on my breasts as he washes me, working his way down my body before dropping to his knees to wash my legs.

They’re both really caring for me, and that makes my eyes well up with tears.

“You look good on your knees down there.” I try to lighten the mood, running my hand through his hair as he looks up at me with a lopsided smile.

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he vows with a deep grumble in his voice, squeezing my hips before standing and hugging me to his chest as Dom finishes washing the conditioner from my hair.

“You own us, Tillie. It came out of nowhere, fast and hot enough to set the world on fire. I think we would do just about anything for you, even fucking Russo,” Dom says passionately, stepping up to my back to sandwich me between their bodies, which are giving off enough heat that it warms me from the inside out.

“I know. I know this, but my mind isn’t ready to think about everything right now,” I mutter into Dalton’s hard pec, letting my lips kiss his smooth skin.

“Tomorrow,” Dom promises and nuzzles my neck.

“Tomorrow,” I reply. Just being here in this moment, that doesn’t hurt.

I can hurt tomorrow.

Dom

Ididn’t sleep last night because I couldn’t take my eyes off of Tillie. My skin tightened in fear at just the thought of her disappearing on me, never seeing her again. I’ve never been a man that fears much, but the thought of waking up one day and Tillie not being here… it makes my heart race in terror. It also makes me want to destroy everything that could harm her and kill anyone that looks at her sideways. I’m only twenty-four years old, but with this worry about her life, I’ll be lucky to make it to thirty.

“The guys are blowing up my phone. I’m giving them your address, and I would expect them to be here within an hour or less,” Dalton grumbles into Tillie’s neck, shifting closer to her back and taking a deep breath of her intoxicating scent before pulling away.

I understand the feeling.

“I already figured. We can’t seem to stay away from her, can we?” I ask him but stare down at Tillie’s sleeping face, smoothing out her furrowed brow with the tip of my finger.

What are you dreaming about, Mama, to cause such stress in your sleep?

“I have to say, I didn’t see her coming, but I can’t not see her in my life,” Dalton says, heaving a big sigh before unwrapping his arms from around her and quietly climbing out of my bed. She doesn’t wake but scoots closer to me, burrowing her face into my neck and throwing her thigh over my hip. Her hot breath warms my neck and I squeeze her more into my side, never wanting to go anywhere that she isn't. “I’m going to see if I can find some coffee and food for her. She gets hangry in the morning.” Dalton chuckles, pulling on his shirt and looking back once more like he’s tempted to climb back into bed with her, but instead, shakes his head while walking out of my bedroom.

I can’t help but laugh softly under my breath because I’m the one who gets to hold my queen for a little longer. This is what peace feels like. Having her in my house, warming my bed, right by my side, just as the sun is rising.

I want this every morning.

Tillie, at that moment, lets out a groan and takes a deep inhale against my neck while running her soft hand up and down the hard muscles of my stomach. My cock has been hard all night, aching desperately to fill my queen with every single inch. It pulses and twitches with her exploring hands, but I ignore it because she doesn’t need me jumping her like a starved man.

Even when I’ve never been hungrier.

“How do you smell so good? I bet you're the type of man who doesn’t have morning breath,” Tillie mumbles with a raspy voice before pulling back to look me in the eyes.

Her hair is a disheveled mess around her face as she squints her brown eyes, turning them a light brown with the sunlight shining through the windows.

“You’re magnificent, Mama,” I breathe out, taken by her beauty and in awe of how this woman is in my bed.

“Stop! It’s too early for your smooth-talking.” She groans but leans down to kiss my pec with a small smile.

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