Page 30 of Psycho Boys

“Yes, please,” I manage to breathlessly whisper, surrendering to the swell of emotions that threatens to consume me.

“Then trust us,” Ash replies, his thumb stroking my thigh reassuringly, while Five readies himself behind me, aligning our bodies in a way that binds us all together in this intimate act of communion.

Gradually, Ash shifts my body until I’m arching toward him—my back pressed against Five—all three of us tangled together in an embrace that felt raw and passionate. Every part of me radiates with a delightful tension, the promise of what’s to come hanging sweetly in the air.

With every gentle brush of their hands, without hesitation, they begin to breach the boundaries of my desires. Five’s fingers intertwine with mine, lacing them together as he pulls my body tightly against his as he eases his cock into my ass, while Ash lowers himself closer, his mouth capturing mine once again in a luxurious kiss.

“Let it go, Cali. Feel it,” Five whispers, and the story of us unfolds seamlessly, a chaotic symphony of pleasure and trust, simultaneously thrilling and soothing—drawing me deeper into our shared experience.

With Ash’s mouth trailing lower, I lose myself in their exploration, feeling like we are carving out new territory. His lips move down my body, igniting my skin with warmth that seeps deep into my bones. The fluttering in my chest grows more intense as he shifts lower, grazing his lips along my stomach, stopping briefly at my navel to tease me and make me beg for more.

Each swift gasp punctuates the silence, a testament to the liberation I’m slowly embracing. Every kiss shares a whisperedsecret, every touch a reminder of our sacred bond—a testament to our unity forged through shared pain and desire.

“Fuck, just like that,” I murmur, lost in the enthralling sensations washing over me as Five rises to kiss my neck, anchoring me in this wave of connection that binds us, both of them fucking me with matching strokes.

“There’s no rush, babe. We have all the time in the world,” Ash murmurs, his voice deep and throaty. It makes sparks fly inside me as he meets my gaze, determination glimmering in his eyes.

With that, I let myself drift further into the moment, the past washing away like a distant echo. Together, we are creating something beautiful—an electrifying dance of exploration and intimacy unlike anything I’ve ever known. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes from my lips as Ash finds his way further down, his mouth hovering ever so slightly over me, teasing me until I’m begging for more.

“Yeah, just like that,” I breathe, feeling warmth radiating from both sides. “Please, don’t stop.”

And as Ash glides his tongue just enough to tease, Five turns my head and sinks his lips onto mine, sealing our fate as we embark on this new beginning, intertwining our desires. Everything bad fades away, granting us this exquisite moment—the fragility of our newfound bliss cascading around us like a silken robe.

In their embrace, I realize this is where I’m meant to be—safe, cherished, and fiercely wanted. I am not defined by my scars; I am defined by the warriors with me, the connection we share in this sleepy cabin far from the chaos of the world.

With every touch and kiss, I am reminded that healing can be as electric as it is intimate. It rewrites the narrative of what has come before, crafting a new storyline that transforms pain into power—a raw testament to love ensconced in passion. Andwrapped in the warmth of this bed and their arms, I finally begin to feel whole once more.

Ash and Five fulfill my every wish, making me feel like I'm the only one that matters in that moment. They take control, dominating me in the best possible way, guiding me to a place of serenity and release. I let go of all my pent-up emotions—the anger, the pain, the need for love and attention—allowing myself to fully give in to the pleasure he provides. It's exactly what I've been searching for—to feel connected and understood by someone who harbors their own demons.

Afterward, we lay there in silence, entwined with each other, finding solace in each other's touch. It's a moment of peace, a brief respite from the chaos that surrounds us. I know it won't last, but for now, it's enough.

ELEVEN

SPEEDING

FUCKED UP KIDS: HIT THE LIGHTS

FIVE

The heavy rain drums against the metal roof of the cabin, pulling me from sleep. As I open my eyes, the first thing that catches my gaze is Calista. Her bare form sprawled effortlessly across the bed brings a smile to my lips, momentarily dispelling the chaos from which we’re fleeing.

Ash’s snores begin to drown out the rainfall, and as I fixate on Cali—getting lost in her beauty—the world around me begins to fade away. Her curly blonde hair is splayed across the pillow like a halo, and my eyes trace the delicate features of her face. I watch her lashes flutter as she dreams, her eyelids dancing in a restless battle against a nightmare she’s trying to escape.

I inch closer, wrapping my arm around her hip. Her bare skin feels electric against mine, sending shivers up my spine. Gently, I let my toes glide along her warm calf, each caress igniting a warmth inside me. Her full lips part slightly, and soft whimpers drift from her mouth, floating around me like mist. It tears at my heart to see her in distress, but I can’t bring myself to wake her.

The tattoos that adorn her body come alive before my eyes, each marking telling a story I long to understand. I can’t pull my gaze away from her. If it weren’t for the sudden knock that jolts me from my reverie, I could lose myself in this moment for hours.

The door creaks open, revealing Killian, who pokes his head in with a nod, signaling Ash and me to join him. I return the gesture and slip from Calista's embrace, hastily pulling on a pair of sweats. I tiptoe to Ash’s side of the bed and gently shake him awake, careful not to disturb Cali.

“Come on, the guys need us,” I whisper, quickly tugging a sweatshirt over my head, hoping to ward off the chill that seeps in through the open window.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, intoxicating like a fucking Bath and Body Works candle that smells good enough to eat. I rush to pour myself a cup, passing the pot to a still-drowsy Ash before sinking into the couch, eager to soak up the warmth from the fireplace. Dom looks utterly fucking miserable, his casted leg propped on the table as he searches for a vein in his arm. Killian is busy rolling a blunt, blending heroin with the finely ground Kush.

Silence lingers until Ash settles down, and Dom breaks the stillness. “We need a plan,” he states, his focus still on the task at hand. “Five, you’ve got connections everywhere. We need at least one, maybe two, cars, and we’re gonna need some cash. Are there any underground spots around here?”

I sip from my coffee mug, the warmth spreading through me, and nod. “I can make a few calls and see if I can find something. Give me an hour,” I reply, pulling out my phone to start the process.

“We need to identify everyone behind this fucking mess and put an end to this shit,” Killian snaps, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Before they find us first. You know Cali won’t waitaround—she’ll fucking hunt them down herself. She knows who orchestrated all of this; she has to.” His eyes dart between me and Ash, searching for affirmation.

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