Page 90 of Rage

“Are you protesting, kitten?” Hendrix asked. The finger in my mouth withdrew, and he used that hand to grab a chunk of my hair. His grip tightened as he pulled my head back. “I said get on your knees.”

“Sorry,” I croaked, dropping to the ground. He still held me by the hair while I undressed for him. The cold air hit betweenmy thighs and I let out a gasp when his wet finger slid through the folds of my pussy from behind.

Hendrix let out a strangled sound of approval while he tortuously played with me. Each soft stroke of his digits causing me to push my hips toward him.

A hand gripped my ass, spreading it apart. “Fuck, Thea. You’ve got the most perfect little pussy.”

A finger slid inside and I cried out at the pleasure. I’d missed the sensation of being full, of having the ability to be so close to him.

“Always so ready for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He pumped his finger once, twice, then slid two more inside me.

“Hendrix,” I moaned, grinding my hips. My hands dug into the ground, clenching into fists in the snow. “Please, it’s cold.”

“It is, baby,” he said. “So fucking cold.” The crisp sound of metal unzipping filled the air, and a second later I felt the warmth of his cock against my entrance. “My cock is freezing. Will you warm him up, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed, throwing my head toward the sky.

Hendrix pressed against me, burying himself inside of me. The sudden fullness was intense, almost too much. There was a burning in my lungs, and I couldn’t help the cries of pain mixed with pleasure that left my lips. His fingers dug into either sides of my hips, each pump forceful and determined. I wanted more, needed more, but also knew I was on the edge of climax already.

My bare knees ached from the hard ground. They were wet and cold, and my hands were holding onto patches of grass, the snow melting from my body heat.

“Look at you, Thea. You take my cock so well,” Hendrix said. My whole body jolted, moving with each hard thrust.

Footsteps sounded in the distance, the crunching of snow and hard grass giving it away. Hendrix didn’t stop though. Hecontinued his hard fucking, and I couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure that left me.

“What the fuck?”

I knew the voice belonged to Parker. I could also tell the anger that was rising from him.

Hendrix paused mid-thrust, the tip of his cock still inside me. “Hey, man,” he said. “Come to join?”

Parker’s steps were more hastily heard, and I tossed a glance over my shoulder. “Tell me you have a fucking condom on,” he said through gritted teeth. His jaw was taught and face red with anger.

“What?” Hendrix asked.

He pressed his hand against my back, stroking small circles to keep me calm. It didn’t help. Parker was still in the anger stage of grief, and I didn’t know how to help him. And that made me sad. My heart cracked every time I saw him shut one of us out, or react out of anger, and right now, that’s what was happening.

“Parker?” I whispered, pulling away from Hendrix. I grabbed my pants, hastily throwing them back on. “What’s wrong?”

Parker let out a sad laugh, his head shaking as he glanced between Hendrix and me. “What’s wrong? Everything is wrong.”

I closed the distance between us, reaching out to grab Parker’s arm. His jaw clenched, and I flinched when he took a step away from me. Parker had never been angry with me, never raised his voice at me, flinched away from me. This behavior broke my heart. I hated that he didn't want or need me. It made me sad for him, because this wasn’t who he was.

“All of you are acting like nothing happened. Like you didn’t carry a baby that we lost. None of you give a flying shit.” Parker kept his gaze on Hendrix. His fists were clenched at his sides. “And now you’re being so reckless that you’re fucking her without a condom. She’s not on birth control.”

My brows scrunched as my head jerked back. He’s barely spoken to me in weeks. How would he even know If I’ve gone to the doctor? “I’ve been on birth control, Parker. You’re completely checked out. We’ve barely spoken since the night before we lost the baby. So it’s really low of you to sit here and lecture Hendrix on safe sex.”

I inhaled, shaking my head. “Where were you when I couldn’t get out of bed, Parker?”

“I was dealing with it my way.”

“Yeah. You were dealing with it alone. You still are, Parker. I needed you, we all did. And you shut down. You don’t get to stand here now, acting like it’s not okay that we’ve gotten through the stages of grief while you’re still stuck alone trying to figure it out.”

Parker’s teeth cracked, the anger in him rising to near-uncontrollable levels. I wanted Parker to be able to do whatever he needed, and I knew there was no timestamp to get through loss. But I couldn’t spend much longer seeing him like this.

I shivered, wet sweatpants clinging to my body. Hendrix stood beside me, pulling me against him. “Let’s go inside, Thea. You’re cold.” He tugged me past Parker to head toward the cabin.

I stopped, grabbing Parker’s hand. He pulled it away, and I took it as the finalgo fuck yourself, before I continued to walk away with Hendrix.

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