Page 45 of F*ck You

Chase appeared at my back, sandwiching me between them, and I’d never felt safer and more cared for than I did in that moment. They didn’t give a shit about my past going up in flames or the scars of a wounded girl I flashed around as much as my middle finger. They sealed my wounds with their hearts and made it a priority to let me know I was worth it. I wasn’t just a random fling to them. To them, I was more, just as they were more to me.

Their hands traveled over my body, and thanks to Chase’s help, Larsen’s pants were soon pooling around his feet on the floor.

“We got you, pretty girl,” Chase whispered, as he returned to my back. His fingers brushed my hair to the side to make room for his lips.

Before I could respond, Larsen settled his cock at my entrance, and I pressed myself down with an agonizing slowness, giving my body time to adjust to his size. We locked eyes the entire time as I did so, drinking in the arousal we each displayed. I felt like I’d been waiting my whole miserable life for this with someone who actually wanted to see me, and I didn’t want to miss a single ounce of heat those beautiful brown eyes emitted for me. They darkened with lust and his mouth parted slightly as I finished sliding down, and I lowered my eyelids a fraction at the feeling of fullness. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out. I was speechless, the three of us existing in this moment where we communicated with nothing but touch and the growing fire between us.

Chase moved the thin strap of my shirt off my shoulder and placed gentle kisses on the skin there, providing a stark contrast to the raging inferno inside me. With the help of his hands on my hips to guide me, and my thighs squeezing even more tightly, I started a slow and agonizing pace. I leaned forward and crashed my lips against Larsen’s, desperate for even more contact. I had to touch them in every way I possibly could.

I needed both of them like I’d never needed anyone before. With them, I was more than just free.

With them, I was alive.

Larsen pumped in and out of me, his grip bruising the skin where my thighs met my ass, marking me as theirs. A wave to rival the ocean crashed through me, and my hands clenched, my nails digging into his chest, but I was too far gone to even notice the faint trickle of blood that seeped out from the wounds due to my iron grip. His lips slackened, and I threw my head back in a moan as my orgasm crashed through me. Chase nipped and sucked at my throat as I rolled my hips a few more times, riding the waves.

Larsen pulsed a couple more times before pulling out, and my own release rubbed against my shirt from where his cock rested against my stomach.

“You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Chase brushed the hair from my face as he rested me against his chest, gripping my legs beneath my thighs as my legs turned to Jell-O.

He kissed my neck with a searing gentleness that said he was next. “I can’t wait to see your face as you come undone again. All over me.”

My stomach flipped at his words, and when I turned my head to look at him, his mouth covered mine before I could get any words out. His hands rubbed up the front of my body, grazing my skin until they shoved my bra away and cupped my breasts.

I was so lost in all the sensations, I didn’t know exactly when we ended up on the couch. Larsen was behind me, stroking my hair, and Chase was above me, guiding himself into my body. Our kiss never broke once, and I was impressed, and rather pleased, with the transition.

“You already got the sweet fuck, now it’s time to turn it up a notch.” His mouth pulled away just long enough to say the one sentence, and then he sealed our lips again before I could get any words out.

My heartbeat threatened to break through my chest he fucked me hard and fast, and it was only a matter of time before I tore my mouth from his so I could scream his name. With a couple more pumps, he stilled below me, moaning his own release, and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever heard from him.

He pulled out before leaning back down to kiss the inside of each thigh and lick the stray trail of white that trickled down. With the most relaxed expression I’d ever seen on him, he sat back with a dopey grin on his face. “I think we missed the end of the movie, but it was worth it.”

A laugh bubbled out of me at the randomness of his statement, and I saw that the credits were now rolling on the screen. “So worth it,” I echoed.

“I agree. Starfish is a much better show.” Larsen leaned over me to give me a kiss before tugging at my shirt where the white substance toward the bottom half was now drying. “Looks like we’re going to need to get you changed into something else. This won’t be as comfortable to sleep in.”

“Who says I need to sleep in clothes?” I countered.

“Touché,” Chase retorted as he moved back so I could get up.

I deposited my shirt and bra on the floor, then excused myself as I ran to the bathroom. When I came back out, the bubble of lust and sheer joy was popped when I saw the hard lines of their faces and the anger that radiated through their eyes. It sent a cold chill down my spine as I racked my brain, trying to figure out what caused the harsh change. We were in a love bubble only minutes ago, what could have popped it in that time?

Larsen held my shirt in one hand where he stood by the little laundry room as though he was going to toss it into the washing machine for me. Although, he didn’t. Something was keeping him from doing so.

Their eyes were hard, something that sent a shot of fear through me. They didn’t hold anger that was necessarily directed at me, even though I felt like a small amount of it was.

Then I noticed the bedding in Chase’s hands, and I gulped, trying to swallow the growing lump in my throat.

The sheets that held the message. The warning someone gave me to stay away from them.

“What is this?” Chase asked, his words sharp as he held up the sheet with the message, and my stomach sank as the knots inside grew.

It was from the night of the break-in, when I went to bed and discovered the message. I’d taken it downstairs with the intent to wash it, but I never got around to it. I was so busy this past week, I never got around to telling them about it either. It had simply slipped my mind.

“Yeah…about that…” My shoulders slumped as I deflated.

“Lee, what is this from?” Larsen questioned, his voice cool and calm, and he solidified the expression of defeat on my face.

“Remember the night we came back and it looked like someone broke in?”

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