Page 65 of Saving Sparrow
Quentin forced me around and onto his lap, his back facing the bedroom door. We kissed, hard and savage, as he yanked me down onto him.
“I changed my mind,” I breathed, pushing at him, trying to climb off his dick. Quentin bit into my pec, not enough to break skin, but enough to make me scream.
“Shit!” That would leave a mark, but at least this time it was in a place I could hide from Elliott.
“Stop!” I shouted again as he easily maneuvered me up and down.
“Say it again,” he growled, using my body to fuck himself harder. He’d leave fingerprints on my hips.
“S-stop…” I stammered as other emotions began to swirl. Quentin licked away the tear running down my cheek.
“You’re such a crybaby,” he whispered, his voice full of love. “It’s been too fucking long since I’ve had you like this, Guelly.”
With Elliott around, it made it almost impossible for us to be together like this. We stole moments whenever we could. Quick trips to the kitchen to grab the three of us food ended with me bent over a counter. Stepbrotherly showers after a day of being outside that ended with me screaming into his palm as I came.
I yelled for him to stop one more time, then again because it cranked us higher every time. Pillows spilled over the mattress, and the bed shifted until it knocked into the nightstand, sending the glass of water there crashing to the floor, shattering on impact.
Elliott blew into the room then, eyes wide as he stopped short. This time when I said stop, I meant it, but Quentin couldn’t see behind him, didn’t know Elliott was now in the room.
I stuttered as I tried to get my words out. There was something I should be saying, a word I should be using. I was so afraid I couldn’t think of it.
“Wait. Stop,” I panted, but that only made Quentin fuck me faster and harder.
He didn’t understand. He didn’t know we’d just ruined everything. He didn’t see the hurt and fear in Elliott’s eyes.
He gripped my hips tighter, tugging me up and down his dick while I tried to remember the rules for stopping this. I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but stare at Elliott while Quentin kept going.
Miguel
Now
Sparrow didn’t blush the way Elliott did, but his shallow breathing gave him away. The story affected him. I hadn’t left out any details.
I wasn’t sure exactly how until he spoke his next words. “You traumatized him.” He sounded angry.
“We didn’t mean to.”
“Well-meaning people do bad things all the time.”
“Are you referring to your parents or yourself?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
Sparrow leaned forward, and I shrank back, an apology on the tip of my tongue. But then his gaze fell on my bandaged hands again. I shoved them back under the table, afraid he might be tempted to do more damage to them.
When he met my eyes again, some of the hostility was gone. He seemed to alternate between wanting to hurt me and regretting that he already had.
“You said there was only one other alter at the moment…” I began, taking a chance that his now seemingly apologetic mood would earn me more answers. “Besides Joshua, I mean. Who’s the other one?” I asked before I was overtaken by a sudden coughing fit.
“Did you take the pills?”
“Yes.” I coughed again. “I took two of them.”
His gaze moved to my head, and I realized the patch of hair I’d strategically combed over the small bald spot had shifted, exposing it. The cool draft circulating the room brushed against the tender skin.
“Who’s the other one?”
His eyes snapped back to mine. “Someone you wouldn’t want to meet.”
Was he insinuating that this other alter was worse than him?I barely held back my shudder. “So, who are the other bedrooms for?” Were they just spare rooms he liked to keep locked? Maybe the doors were simply closed.
