Page 32 of Shadow

The heat swept through me, and I came hard and fast, dampening everything.

“There we go. Fuck, baby. I love when you come for us,” Ashes grunted, continuing to work me over with Stitches.

A tiny moan of pleasure left my lips, and that was all it took for them to lose their minds. They plowed into me over and over. Stitches probed at my ass with a damp finger, finally working his way in as he continued to fuck me with Ashes.

Abruptly, Stitches pulled free from my heat and ran his cock up my ass. He shifted slightly before his warm tongue met my puckered hole. Breathlessly, I clung to Ashes, knowing Stitches was telling the truth when he said he wanted to fuck both holes today.

He spit on me before pulling around and teasing my hole with the head of his dick. Then he pushed forward as Ashes stopped thrusting upward into me.

“Does it hurt?” Ashes husked out.

I nodded, my body tense. The guys never used more than my arousal or their spit and come to work into my body. They said they liked me at their mercy. That it made me have to trust them more. To trust they wouldn’t hurt me.

I liked it like this. I liked the bite of pain. The pleasure. The climb. The crash.

Stitches continued to work his way into my ass before finally bottoming out with a soft huff of pleasure. He ground his hips against my ass before landing a hard smack on it.

“Fuck her with me, brother,” he rasped, slowly picking up his pace. “Don’t go slow. If she screams, I want the fucking nuns to hear it.”

And that was it.

They plowed into me together, ravaging my body until I was bucking between them, not sure how to escape all the pleasure or if I even wanted to.

I came twice more before they finally emptied themselves deep inside me amid soft groans. Finally, we came to a stop, me sandwiched between the pair.

“We needed this,” Stitches murmured, turning my head so he could gently kiss me. “I’ve missed this.”

I nipped his bottom lip, making him chuckle softly.

“We need to clean her before I have to go back to the med facility,” Ashes said. “If I’m late, Church will blow a gasket.”

Stitches withdrew from me and pushed his release back into my ass before going down and nipping my ass cheek. I whimpered at the slight ache, but he smoothed it over quickly before helping me to sit up.

I made to stand, but he pushed me back onto the couch, a wicked glint in his dark eyes. Ashes handed him my panties, and Stitches quickly shimmied them up my legs before righting them where they belonged.

“I don’t want to clean you. I know Ashes said we should, but I want to see what Church does when he comes home to fuck you and notices we already did and left him a little surprise.” Stitches smirked at me. I let out a soft huff of laughter because I was sure Church would definitely have something to say about it.

Ashes chuckled too and dressed before helping me dress. Once properly clothed again, I lay my head on Ashes’s lap while Stitches rubbed my feet. I was happy at that moment. Content, even, but damn my thoughts were coming back to haunt me. For the time Ashes and Stitches took to make me forget, it didn’t last long once they weren’t inside my body.

We finished watching the movie in silence. Once it was over, Ashes stood, stretching his arms over his head. “Alright, I’ll make dinner. If you two can survive five minutes without climbing on each other. And if you can’t, I’m down for round two.”

Stitches winked. “We’ll try.”

He helped me to sit up and kissed my knuckles before letting me go. Ashes dropped a sweet kiss on my forehead before going to the kitchen to make dinner.

I sat in silence with Stitches, holding his hand. Lazily, he drew little circles on my hand with his thumb. I kissed his cheek gently. He didn’t waste any time finding my lips with his and sliding his tongue against mine.

“I love you,” he murmured against my lips. “So fucking much, angel.”

I kissed him again in reply, making him hum softly against my lips.

“Let’s set the table,” he said, giving me a quick peck. “Then maybe I can fuck you in Church’s spot.”

I laughed softly at that, making his dark eyes light up. I liked it when the guys smiled. It meant they were happy, and they deserved every ounce of happiness in the world. He helped me to my feet and led me into the kitchen.

The smell of garlic and herbs filled the house. Ashes was humming under his breath as he stirred something on the stove. Stitches and I set the table, stealing glances and bumping shoulders like kids. I liked it when Stitches was playful. It meant he wasn’t going to kill someone. Well, usually. I was still upset over him attacking Bryce, but it solidified my need to focus on Cady, Sin, and the here and now. Church was OK, but he really wasn’t. If this were to work, it would take time, and maybe even Bryce telling me about his past. I had the feeling he hadn’t shared it all with me.

When dinner was done, a pasta plate with a tangy sauce Ashes had made, the three of us ate together. I listened while Ashes and Stitches talked to one another. It was just chit chat about classes, one of the nuns, and Father Emerson and how there were rumors he was fucking a therapist named Henry and that one of the nuns he’d been caught with last week was mad. It was all rumors, but the guys seemed to find humor in it regardless.

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