Page 149 of Property of Necro
She’s probablyin her head about you. After spending every fuckin’ day the past two weeks asking us when she could see you.
Coffin’s words turn over in my head, confusing me.
When did she get here?I sign.
Pressing his lips together like he wants to lay into me, Coffin’s glare sharpens, and his nostrils flare. He clenches his jaw, and I wait for him to explode, but he doesn’t. A loud breath wooshes past his lips, and he rolls his shoulders. Once the anger has passed, I cock my head to the side and gesture for his stubborn ass to fill me in.
“We paid Joe to kidnap her and bring her home,” Coffin explains, and continues to run down everything that’s happened since Sola returned, from nailing her in a coffin, Rot saving her, to her watching me kill myself. She held my hand when the brothers came to save me. I don’t remember that. She was at Doc’s and made friends with a chicken named Ducky. They took turns sleeping in the cabin with her, and she’s been here, in the church, allalong. With them, waiting for me, as I ruminated in my casket for weeks, healing and hating the world.
No wonder Mama spent far too much time yappin’ about Sola. Even though I didn’t wanna listen, I did. He wouldn’t shut up.
The flock of chickens he crocheted now makes sense. They must be for her.
When Coffin finishes the rundown, Rot steps out of the shower, and they switch places. I sit on the closed toilet and process the information. There’s a ton of it.
Rot does all his after-wash things like apply deodorant, moisturizer, brush his hair, and spritz himself with cologne before disappearing into his bedroom without so much as a word to me. Not that I blame him. We haven’t talked much in months, and that’s on me.
I spiraled, and they paid the consequences.
Once Coffin finishes, he dries off and wraps the towel around his thick waist.
Ambling past me, he clasps me on the shoulder before joining Rot. Now that’s weird. Coffin likes his space. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him shower and not go to his room first.
Not knowing what to do… or how to feel… or much of anything… ‘cause I’m exhausted as fuck, I wash my hands and return to Rot’s bedroom to find them all in bed together.
My heart swells impossibly big at the sight of a sleeping Sola sucking on Rot’s cock with Coffin curled up behind her. There’s a movie playing on a tablet in the middle of the bed. I rest my shoulder against the doorjamb and watch them.
Rot pats the mattress. “We’ve got plenty of room.”
No. I can’t. I don’t belong there.
Ignoring the invitation, I watch as they continue to be with her, touching her hair, rubbing her soft skin, and treating her like the queen she is.
Has Dark tried to get her back? I ask, hoping I don’t have a Sacred Sinner fight on the horizon.
Lifting a finger, like he’s asking me to give him a minute, Rot gently rolls Sola over to Coffin, who drops onto his back and positions her by his dick. Her eyelids flutter, sleepy and cute, as she nuzzles her cheek against his thigh. He untucks the towel and swipes his half-hard cock across her pillow-soft lips. She opens automatically and sighs the most adorable sound when she sucks him into her mouth and falls back into a peaceful slumber.
This is surreal.
To see her here sucking Coffin’s cock like a pacifier and him letting her. Happily, so.
He smiles softly at Sola like she’s everything he described in the bathroom, and I believe him. He doesn’t look disgusted by her touch. He’s grounded by it. Far too many times, I’ve seen what happens when he takes pleasure in women. This isn’t that. This is… more, and there goes that bizarre flappy thing in my stomach again.
Rot waves his hand, drawing my attention back to him, and he grins, knowing I don’t wanna look away from her.
Dark and the sisters know she’s here to stay, he signs.
They’re not fighting?
No. Kali called the dogs off. She could tell how sad Sola was. That’s what she said in her messages. If she wants to stay, she stays. You’re not sending her away, ever again. Understood?Rot quirks a brow in challenge, and I smirk at his cockiness, even though he can’t see it.
You think so, huh?I test, amused that he thinks he can tell me what to do.
You don’t get to decide who’s our old lady. We claim her.
Even if I don’t?I check.
That’s your choice.
