Page 14 of Surviving the Darkness

My words must do the trick because he releases me. I hate the loss of his hand, but it allows me to breathe and calm myself. When Phoenix steps away, I push him against the shower wall and lower myself to the ground. I stare up at him while on my knees, and the sight before me makes drool dribble out of my mouth. His surfer body is sculpted to perfection; the amount of time he spends in the water shows. His thighs are thick and muscular, his chest large and ripped, his arms bulging with veins that make me want to go to church and pray. He’s smaller thanAidan and me, but he’s a Greek God, especially when I’m on my knees for him.

I grab his cock and wrap a hand around the base, then wrap my lips around him. Swirling my tongue at the tip. Phoenix grunts and grabs my head to steady me as he slowly pistons his length in my mouth. I can taste his precum leaking from him, the salty flavor exploding on my tongue. I lower my hand, so Phoenix can fuck my face as hard as he wants, and once my hand touches my thigh, he shoves his cock down my throat, so I can’t breathe, and I gag around him. He hisses his pleasure as he takes what he wants from my mouth, but a few minutes later he pulls out of my mouth with a pop.

I gasp for breath, and he reaches down and lifts me up with ease. Standing on wobbly feet, I hold onto his shoulders for support until I steady myself. Once I feel like I can stand on my own, I move back and take in the lust in his eyes. “Tell me what you want because I know what I want, but we have to be on the same page,” I tell him.

“I want to fuck you in the ass. I know I’m not experienced, but I want to be inside you, then maybe you can fuck me if you’re up for it,” Phoenix says.

Fuck my life, yes. Just yes. I want all of that. I nod my head and kiss him hard. He knows how to fuck; I’ve watched him fuck Meadow into the mattress multiple times, and he knows what he’s doing. I reach for the lube that we keep in the shower for this purpose. Turning around, I motion for Phoenix to move closer.

“I’m not made of glass. You won't break me. Just go slow and work your way in,” I instruct over my shoulder. Our first time should be on a bed not in the shower but, fuck, if I’m going to stop. He nods and takes the lube to coat himself before lining up at my entrance. He slowly pushes inside me, and the stretch burns but feels so good. He feels bigger than Aidan, and it’s so fucking good.

Phoenix slowly rocks in and out, entering me one inch at a time before he bottoms out inside my ass. I moan in pleasure at feeling so full. Phoenix stops before he slides out then slams back in. He fucks me hard, thrusting in and out of my ass. My hands brace on the tiles as he uses me for his pleasure, and every time he shoves back in, he hits that one spot that makes me see stars.

“Fuck, Knox. Your ass is so fucking tight. Can I come in you, please? I don’t know how much longer I’ll last,” he grunts out in between thrusts.

“Yes, fuck. Come inside me, Phoenix. Do it now,” I say in between choppy breaths.

A minute later he groans in my ear as his cum coats my insides. Fuck. His hands gripping my waist release, and I know I’m going to have marks, but I don’t care. I want to show off that I’m with these men. Anyone who doesn’t like it can meet the end of my gun. He stays inside me until he’s soft and pulls out with a squelching sound. I miss the feeling of him inside me already. I love giving up control, even if it’s only a short while, but I will only ever give my control to two men. One of whom is right in front of me. I look into Phoenix’s eyes and kiss him tenderly, thanking him for everything.

We actually take the time to shower and rinse off before getting out. I can’t help but stare as we dry off and put clothes on. I want to spend the rest of the night fucking this man, but I have so much to do. I turn away, so my body doesn’t get any ideas about dragging him into bed and fucking him senseless.

“Rain check on the other stuff we were supposed to do. I have a few calls to make, and I can’t put them off any longer,” I say to Phoenix.

He nods because he understands. It sucks, and I wish I didn’t have so many responsibilities, so I could just cuddle the man I may love for the rest of the night. Phoenix lies on my bed,waiting for me to make my calls. Fuck, why does he have to make it so tempting to say ‘fuck it’ and lie down. I smile and shake my head as I grab my phone off the nightstand and press call on the number I hoped I wouldn’t have to. It’s eleven at night here, which makes it seven in the morning where he is.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Ethan. You got a minute? I need to talk, it’s urgent.”

“Give me a second, let me go somewhere private,” Ethan says.

I hear shuffling, then exactly a minute later, Ethan gets back on the line.

“Okay, go.”

“Meadow was kidnapped four and a half months ago. She was tortured and raped; honestly, I’m not sure what else happened. We got her back a week ago, and she isn’t the same. She won’t talk to us, she's hurtful, and she barely eats. She tried to kill herself today. I need you,” I tell Ethan.

“What the fuck do you mean she was taken?! You didn’t fucking tell me? Are you kidding?” he shouts through the phone.

“Listen, you can bitch at me when you get here. But I need you here. I’ll buy the ticket. I just need you to get on the plane. She needs you, and I’m not sure what else to do,” I growl out.

“I’ll be on the first flight outthere as soon as possible,” he says and hangs up.

His response leaves me feeling slightly relieved. I trust Ethan with Meadow almost as much as I trust the other two men. Grabbing my laptop, I start a search for housing close to us, while still far enough away that Meadow won’t feel like she’s under our control. She needs somewhere to heal, and as much as I wish we were enough, the best way for her to do that is away from us.

Chapter 15

Ethan

Fucking Knox. How the hell is he going to call me at seven in the morning and drop that bomb on me? I may be on the other side of the world, but he should have called the moment she was taken. I love Meadow more than I’ve loved anyone else. With a groan, I realize I how many bloody things I have to get done before I can hop a plane to see the woman who stars in my dreams more times than not. My family moved here when I was fifteen and we’ve lived here since. My father got a job offer he couldn’t refuse, so he forced us to move across the world for a better future.

A while back, I started my own business as a well-known tailor so, fortunately, I can take time off. Working for yourself has some perks, like making your own schedule. I’ll need to call the shop and talk to Anne, my manager and right-hand woman. I assume I’ll be gone for a while, so I’ll need to bring work with me along with my wardrobe. Luckily, I can create clothing wherever I am; I just have to send my designs to Anne, and she will have our team make them. I grab my phone and dial her number. She answers on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, Anne.”

“It’s seven-thirty in the morning, so this better be good,” she grumbles.

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