Page 61 of Stitches

She looked away from him, a sour look on her face.

That only pissed him off more. It was rare he apologized. I knew that look on his face too. He was going to lose his shit in 3…2…1…

He gripped her face tightly. “Fucking stop and look at me.”

She finally did as commanded, her eyes boring right into his so fiercely I’d have shook had I not known her.

But shit, maybe I didn’t know our sweet girl the way I thought I did. I was fast learning she was definitely stubborn and could be pissed for days. I think it was safe to say we were all learning it. It was hitting them harder than me, but it still fucking hurt.

“What can I do to make this right? I’m sorry I attacked your…friend. I didn’t like seeing you sleeping on him. I didn’t like him touching you. Is that so fucking wrong, specter? To hate to see another man’s hands on our girl? I’m only fucking human. Tell me.” He gave her face a shake.

I watched, fascinated, as she reached out and gripped his face the way he was gripping hers and gave him a shake right back.

He blinked in surprise at her. I shot Ashes a quick look to see him watching in worry.

Church shoved the plates out of the way so fast I barely had time to snap up my orange juice before it spilled. Within seconds, he had her lifted and sitting on the kitchen table. Ashes quickly moved his juice out of the way before Church pushed her onto her back, her fighting him the whole way down.

“Hold her,” Church commanded in a low growl.

“No,” I said, my throat tight. I’d played that fucking part before.

“Malachi, fucking hold her,” Church snapped.

I hesitated for a moment, fear and anger and every fucking emotion I could possibly place running through my veins.

But it was the look in her eyes as she struggled beneath Church that made me reach out and take her wrists and bind them over her head.

She angled her head to look at me, the hardness of her features washing away to my sweet girl.

She knew what I was thinking. What I was feeling.

We’d been here before. Maybe not exactly like this, but I’d held her before while she was fucked.

“It’s OK,” I murmured to her. “It’s OK, angel. I’ve got you.”

The tension left her body as Church pushed into her pussy, making her arch her back off the table as she took all of his sudden intrusion.

“Motherfucker.” Church groaned as he thrust in and out of her, the sound of her wet pussy in my ears.

As much as I didn’t want to get hard, my dick was at attention in my pants.

I glanced over at Ashes to see him eating his toast, his eyes drinking everything in.

“Really, Asher? Toast? Now?” I muttered.

“I hate soggy toast,” he said, smiling at me. “I already buttered it.”

Church snapped his hips forward, sending Sirena twisting her hands around my wrists so she was holding me now.

Church moved faster in and out of her body, his blond hair a mess from the fucking he was giving her. The table rocked beneath them. My orange juice tipped over and made her wiggle as the coolness dampened her skin. Church grunted and gripped her hips tighter when she tried to squirm away from him.

“You don’t get to be mad at me for loving you,” Church snarled, leaning over her body. He gripped her face tightly. “Do you understand me, specter? You don’t get to be fucking mad at me for having these feelings for you and everything you encompass. For wanting to protect you. To keep you safe.”

She stared back at him for a moment before she lifted her head and kissed him. He let go of it all while she continued to cling to me, his lips fused to hers in a violent kiss that made even me blush and look away.

I met Ashes’s eyes as he swallowed the last of his toast. He gave me his gentle smile and pulled out his lighter and opened and closed it.

Sirena’s nails dug into my flesh as she came, her body quaking beneath Church’s. He let out a feral groan as he emptied himself inside her, finally slowing to a stop, their lips still fused to one another’s in a deep kiss.

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