Page 24 of Breaking Boston

"So this is where you live?" I ask, taking in my surroundings. There were buildings so close to each other that I was sure the neighbors could hear everything we were saying.

"Yup, it's not much, but it's home for us." Lux turns to me with a smile, the gleam of his blue eyes lighting my way through the dark.

I finally felt whole—complete; as long as I had them there wasn't anything I couldn't do. At least, I had hoped for it.

"Hey, you're not stuck with The Taylor's anymore. Anything is better than that house." I shiver as their name leaves my lips, nausea churning in my stomach. I'm not sure if it's from the mention of them or the fact that I'm withdrawing, but I don't like it.

We entered their apartment through a broken balcony door, my hands still gripped tightly in theirs. Lux turns on a light, finally letting my hand go, and I immediately miss the warmth from it. When Donovan lets go, I stand in the middle of their living room, watching them. They've changed so much over the years. They've turned into grown men. I had to remember they weren't their sixteen-year old selves anymore; they were in their twenties, and by the looks of it, had lived more than most do in a lifetime.

Donovan sits down on an old, tattered couch, rubbing his temples as he looks around with a deep sigh. Lux goes to the kitchen and pulls out a couple of beers from the fridge, handing one to Donovan and another to me before sitting down on the armrest of the couch. I take a long sip, feeling the alcohol burn my throat in a comforting way. Lux smiles as he watches me, knowing me too well.

"Things have changed, haven't they?" I finally spoke up, breaking the silence that had settled over us. Lux and Donovan exchange a look before nodding in agreement.

"We'll fill you in on everything, but for now, we just want to enjoy being with you again," Lux says, putting his arm around my shoulders.

I lean into him, feeling the familiar warmth and safety of his presence. But behind that feeling, there was still that one, annoying, lingering doubt—how long would it last this time? I kept asking myself. Regardless, I was determined to cherish every moment because I didn't know if they'd be there in the morning.

I sit here shivering, feeling the lack of heroin inside me, making every part of me feel like I was dying on the inside. The guys noticed it. I knew they did. Donovan gets up, disappears into a room down the hall for a moment. Before I can ask where he went, he returns with a little lockbox that makes Lux's eyes light up.

"What's that?" I ask, settling into Lux's embrace even more.

"You said you wanted to feel better, right?" he shakes the box and I hear the spoon clanking against the side. "This right here will make you feel better right away, little bird," Donovan says with a seductive grin that makes my clit throb. I clench my thighs to ease the ache, but it's no use.

"Yeah, thanks." I lower my head, feeling the disappointment and shame flood through my body. They didn't want this life for me. They tried to shield me from it the best they could.

But then they left me.

Drugs were a way to numb the pain I felt from them leaving. They numbed me from the abuse I suffered at Debbie's and Bobby's hands. They made everything feel better, even for a little while.

Lux removes his arm from around me and sits down on the couch, pulling me beside him. I'm set up with a spoon, a clean rig, and a chunk of dope that makes my mouth water.

As the three of us work on mixing our dope and drawing it up, silence surrounds us, almost suffocating me. But I push through it and focus on the brown liquid in the needle, my veins aching for it to flow through them. I watch as Lux and Donovan take turns helping each other shoot up, both going in their necks. When they're done and feeling better, nodding from the rush, I tie off my arm and look for a vein, jealous of the way they're feeling.

I want that.

I finally find a vein and push the needle in, exhaling as I push the plunger down. The burning sensation fills my arm, but I welcome it. As the drug takes over, the world around me softens. The tension eases from my shoulders, and I lean back against Lux. In that moment, everything feels right, and I let myself be enveloped by the blissful numbness.

DONOVAN

We sit in the living room watching the TV on low. The neighbors fighting is what we're paying attention to more.

Boston sits between Lux and me, her hands on our upper thighs, our arms wrapped around her.

I never want this feeling to end.

I want more. So much fucking more. And by looking at the way Lux is staring at her, I can tell he wants the same thing. But out of nowhere, Boston makes the first move, surprising us both.

She turns to face Lux and grabs his face in her perfectly manicured hands, pulling his mouth to meet hers. I watch the heated kiss, my cock growing harder by the second. A light moan slips from her mouth unto Lux's and I can hardly contain myself.

I grab the back of her neck, my fingers digging into her tanned flesh, and I forcefully turn her to face me. She smirks, licking her plump lips as she leans into me. Her hands slide up my thighs, dangerously close to my cock, but I urge her on, capturing her lips. The kiss is demanding and desperate; there's nothing gentle about it. Our tongues duel wildly, each brush, each sweep of mine is more dominating than the last.

But she fucking loves it.

Breaking the kiss, she's left panting, and Lux and I are left with raging hard-ons that scream from the confinement of our pants that they want to be inside of her...again.

She doesn't know that we're the ones she fucked the other night. She thinks it was D and King.

So boy, is she in for a fucking treat tonight because both of us are going to ruin every fucking inch of her—every hole in her body—in the best fucking way possible.

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