Page 161 of Did They Break You

But something is wrong with her eyes. They’re just two black pits.

My body feels tense and hot all over, and my heart is racing. Storm glides my hand down lower, off of him, and I feel relief and disappointment rush through me.

His own hand comes over his cock, palming it over his shorts.

The man screams.

The women laugh, both of them on their knees in front of him now.

“Damien isn’t here,”they whisper over and over, their words manic.

I turn to face Cortland, my hand still on Storm’s thigh.

Cort was already watching me.

His expression is unreadable.

“Cortland,” I breathe out, my fingers desperate to help Storm but…

“Yeah, baby?” he asks me quietly, his thumb stroking the side of my face.

“What should I do?” Those words are hoarse.

Cortland twists to face me more fully as the man runs, his breaths loud from the speakers.

Cortland brushes a lock of hair from my face. “You want to watch him?” he asks quietly, nodding behind me. To Storm.

My heart skips a beat. My tongue feels heavy. I curl my nails into Storm’s thigh.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

Cortland smiles. “That’s a good answer.” He leans in close to me, his mouth over mine. “Maybe he wants to watch us.” His fingers shift back to my hair the moment before his lips find mine.

I hear Storm’s breath catch.

Cortland is gentle, and his hand comes to cup my face. Slowly, he slides his palm down my thigh, nudging my knees apart.

I resist. For a second.

Then I’m shifting on the couch and Storm grabs my ankles, extends my legs onto his lap, my thighs over his. One hand slides up my calf, but the other is still circled around his cock.

Cortland’s fingers come to my inner thigh, slipping up higher, under my shorts. I’m holding my breath, oblivious to what’s happening on TV.

“You okay?” Cort asks quietly, his lips against my ear.

I take a breath, see Storm’s eyes fixed on mine.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hands on Cortland’s forearm, draped around my chest.

Cortland kisses my cheek, and I lean back into him. Storm’s hand comes up higher. Until they’re both at the crease of my thigh. Even that sensation is almost overwhelming. And they’re not eventhere.

“Baby,” Cortland whispers against my ear. “If you want me to stop, tell me, okay?”

I open my mouth. Close it. My chest is heaving. Storm’s thumb brushes along my inner thigh and warmth runs through me as he stares at me.

“Are you okay with this?” I ask Cortland, tightening my grip on his forearm. I twist my head to look up at him and see him staring back at me.

He leans his head down, pressing his brow to mine. “I love that you want to know,” he says softly. “I love everything about you.”

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