Page 18 of Auctioned to the Prisoners

Magic pussy.

Good pussy can cure just about every problem a man has, or at least make him not care about what’s weighing him down.

“Chill, man,” Rock says.

“Did you hear that?” I gesture to the room, then lean forward in my chair, tapping out the rhythm of a song trapped inside my skull all day.

“I heard.”

“Lucky fucker.”

“He earned it.”

Trust Rock to be stoic when his dick must be as close to exploding as mine.

Just as I’m about to get out of my chair, a handle creaks, and Kinkaid appears in the doorway. His first move is to check for me and Rock, and then he nods. “Getting Lory some water.”

When he’s in the kitchen, I tap Rock on the shoulder. “You think she blew him? Is that why she needs a drink? To wash down his load?”

“Maybe.”

“How do you sound bored right now?” I spit.

“Take a breath, man.”

Before Kinkaid makes his way back into the room, he slumps into the seat next to me, clutching the dripping plastic cup.

“What?”

His gaze roves over me, assessing. My leg jumps, and I rub my face like I’m jonesing for a hit. “She’s a good girl,” he says softly. “Giving. Sweet. You think you can handle it?”

“Yeah, I can handle it, bro. I can handle it good.”

“No sex today,” he says. “Just touching… oral. Let’s work her up to it.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, my dick twitching. I stand abruptly as Rock and Kinkaid watch me whirl on my feet with my fists clenched. I can handle it, but I can’t. What I mean is, I’m not one hundred percent certain of the Hyde she’s going to meet or what that Hyde might do. I’ve got so many triggers. So many switches to activate.

Kinkaid stands, looming over me by three inches, with an extra thirty pounds of bulk. He moves slow and easy, like he’s dragging his body through treacle. He touches my arm with his free hand. “Want Rock to go first. Give you some time.”

“I don’t know.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I plunge myself into darkness. I’m safe in the dark. Safe from my own fucking mania. When I was a kid, I used to close my eyes against all the fucked-up shit they did to me, wanting the blackness to swallow me. I’d have gone anywhere else in the universe to escape. Kinkaid blows out a breath. Of all the men I’ve met in my life, he’s the only one who’s felt like a father figure. He’s not so much older than me, but he’s got a maturity I don’t think I’ll ever grow into.

“Let Rock go first. He’ll talk to her. Make her understand. We’ll stay with you for the first time if you want.”

I open my eyes to stare at him, heart racing. “To hold me down?”

“If that’s what you need?”

It’s what would be safest, that much I know, but the thought of her touching me when I can’t touch back, when I can’t stop it, pushes a thick, gray swell through my belly. I want the release but not the dredged-up memories that will come with it.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

“I’m going to take this to her, then I’ll come back. I’ll sit with you, and we’ll work it out.” Kinkaid’s attention shifts to the television. “How about we find some sports to watch? Or a movie?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

When I sit my ass back down, I’m relieved, but I still grip the edge of the chair, letting the sharp edge dig into my skin. Rock and Kinkaid will help me. They’ll get me through. They always do.

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