Page 53 of Forged By Shadows

Reaching up, I pull Avery down to meet my mouth, pushing my tongue into her mouth on a gasp as Garrett thrusts into her forcefully. Kissing a path down her neck, I take one bouncing nipple in my mouth whilst massaging the other with my hand. Sucking powerfully, she whimpers and pulls my hair. Repeating the same process on her other nipple, I can tell how close she is by the trembling of her body against mine.

Garrett pauses his movements as I line myself up with her pussy, and ease in alongside him. I practically see the stars burst in Avery’s eyes as soon as I’ve entered, our cocks sliding together in her wetness. She cums so hard, I’m almost forced back out.

Her teeth find my neck, biting down as she screams through her orgasm and I push her head down to ensure it leaves a mark. Her fingernails scrape down my chest and I’m hard for her again, thriving on the pain as much as the pleasure. There’s no pretending we’ll be able to last, the combination of our girth and her tight heat too much to resist. With coordinating thrusts, we push Avery further than she’s been before, stretching and claiming her.

Somehow, we manage to see Avery through to her next climax, out of sheer stubbornness. The slide of Garrett’s cock next to mine is too much, as is listening to his praise calling Avery a good girl. She’s not just good, she’s fucking perfect. Slumping over me, I hold her delicately, relishing the lengthy moans beside my ear. On his own strangled groan, Garrett pulls out and moves Avery aside. Grabbing my dick, he jacks us off in unison until we’re both shooting cum onto my stomach. I’d usually complain about being used as a splash pad, but it was better than the alternative.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I breathe, scraping my nails through his hair. Garrett walks into the bathroom before returning to throw a damp towel over my torso and flops down next to me. Avery stands to pull her panties and jeans back on straightaway. Frowning, I wonder why she isn’t trying to stay and snuggle with us. Garrett would have let her be the big spoon. Probably.

“I suppose you’re done avoiding whatever brought you into this room,” Garrett says. There’s no question of judgment in his tone. Just the understanding that we all need to escape sometimes.

“I need to apologize to Dax. I just don’t know how.” Avery chews on her inner cheek and drags her top back on. The blazer is next but she makes no move towards the door just yet. Garrett stretches out across my side of the bed like a cat.

“I tend to send him a bunch of sunflowers when I’m in the doghouse. He can never stay mad at me after that.”

Avery pauses mid-fixing her wild hair to eye him suspiciously. “You send him flowers?”

Garrett was ready for such a reaction. “It’s only weird if you make it weird. Men like receiving flowers too.” Avery nods to herself, pushing her feet into a tiny pair of boots.

“Well, I don’t have immediate access to a florist. I’ll have to try using my words.” Heading towards the door, she’s stopped by Garrett’s rough laugh.

“Your choice. One of those magical blowjobs would probably work too.”

“He’ll be by the fountain,” I try to offer some helpful advice instead. “Pass the pool, take the steps down into the gardens and turn left. He always goes there to think when we stay here.” Cleaning myself off, I lie back with my arms behind my head. Avery stills in the doorway, opening and closing her mouth a few times.

“Thanks, both of you. And about what Wyatt said-”

“Don’t mention it, Peach,” Garrett waves her off. His eyes are no longer open. “If we worried about everything Wyatt said, we’d spend our whole lives crying. Or fucking. Or cry fucking.”

With a last small smile, she disappears and I sigh, staring at the ceiling. It’s not long before Garrett’s breathing has evened out. I wish my mind could turn off so easily.

“Gare,” I say as he’s just falling asleep. “Can I ask you something?” He turns into me, tucking himself into my side and pressing his mouth against my ribs.

“If it’s to question whether we’re getting that girl on some contraception before we ruin her, I’m way ahead of you,” he yawns widely. “Although, it would be one way to ensure she doesn’t try to run off again.” I blink a few times, deciding to leave that thought for another time. No, that’s not what I was going to ask. Licking my lips, I rub my head and then my jaw, finally sighing and just going for it.

“Are you still planning on leaving me?”

Garrett’s head pops up so fast, my eyes widen. The neckline of his t-shirt gapes, revealing the colorful artwork spilling over his chest. In the gaps between the random assortment of images, he has patches of skin colored with the rainbow. I’ve realized along the way that Garrett will have anything and everything permanently marked onto himself in a bid to cover what he hates the most. His body.

I turn onto my side, sliding a hand up the hem. I’m the only one Garrett will allow to touch him like this. My fingers skate across his washboard abs, not resting until they settle over his heart. The harsh thumping reverberates through my palm. The heart I long to claim as my own. The man I wish would love me as thoroughly and unconditionally as I do him.

The entire world can discard Garrett as a joker, only suitable for mild entertainment, but to me, he’s prince charming. He has what it takes to save me from the abyss of my nightmares. He knows me better than anyone else, so when he sees the sincerity in my eyes, he knows I mean it. Swallowing hard, Garrett’s hand raises to cover mine and his forehead dips towards mine.

“As if I ever could.”

Chapter Thirty Seven

Trudging through a muddy patch, I curse my shoe choice under my breath. What Axel neglected to say when giving me directions is that I’d be going on a magical mystery tour through a mile of greenery. The hedges are too high to see that I’m not going in circles, and I’m sure I took a wrong turn because the paved walkway came to a sudden stop three rose bushes ago.

Coming to a halt, I look back, contemplating leaving Dax’s apology until tomorrow. He might not want to see me anyway. After all of the effort he’s put into our joint assignment, into accompanying me to my counseling sessions, even just to help me get through each day, and I called him a distraction, I begged to live alone once more. Well, I’ve had a cold dose of what that would be like and it’s clearer than ever, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. A tender pressure between my legs and a heavy heart show I can’t go back. I’m ruined. I just hope I still have a choice in the matter.

Through the moonlight leaves, a rustle catches my attention. I didn’t see it at first, but now it’s moved, I can make out the silhouette. Tall and clearly a man’s. It moves again, darting away.

“Hey!” I call, taking chase. No doubt Axel followed me to make sure I went the right way. So why not just reveal himself? Unless this is part of a game, in which case, it’s much more likely to be Garrett stalking around in the shadows. I thought they’d thoroughly tired themselves out. My heels slow me down, my blazer whipping against the wind I create. Pumping my arms, I spot a gap in the branches ahead.

“Sorry about this Hux,” I mutter, throwing myself through the hedge. Twigs claw at my hair but I make it to the other side in one piece. Putting myself ahead of whoever I seem to be chasing, he haphazardly collides with me. I’m spun away, forced to face the paved path. A hand clamps over my mouth. Oh, we’re playing this game.

I wriggle, but there’s no real fight in my jerky movements. Hot breath fans over my ear, the low sound of a rattle just underneath. A smoker, I’d hazard a guess. Unease trickles through me, sending a shiver down my spine.

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