Page 54 of Duke
My hands roam over my body, cleansing my skin, until my fingers drift between my legs to where cum has steadily been leaking out of me. My cheeks pink as my fingertips encounter the slickness there, and a shuddering breath sneaks its way past my lips.
I never knew I could find such happiness—that I’d need all three of them so damn much. I finish cleaning up and have just wrapped a towel around me when I hear the latch on the bedroom door click as it opens. Clutching the towel with both hands, I creep toward the door, my feet leaving wet footprints behind me.
“Lennon?” Bear’s deep voice fills me with a sense of relief.
“In here.”
He pokes his head into the bathroom, then, seeing I’m standing here, the corners of his mouth lift.
“Where are Mason and Duke?”
“Still with Quincy and Arik.” He cups my shoulders in his palms. “But I don’t want you to worry about any of that right now. I promised you a bath, and I still think a long soak would do you good.”
I won’t turn down a bath. I’d loved every second of it, but my body is already feeling the effects of having two dicks inside me at once, followed up by Bear’s monster cock. “Yeah, okay.” Looking up at him from under my lashes, I give a little shrug, trying not to let on that I’m definitely feeling some discomfort.
One of his brows arches high on his forehead before he bends at the waist, touching a few fingers to my chin. “Lennon, be honest. Are you hurting?”
I exhale, looking down at the floor. I wet my lips, then look up, finding his concerned gaze steady on me. “Maybe a little.”
His dark brow shifts even higher, and I squirm under his appraisal. Bear’s head bobs before he releases me and steps over to the big tub and sits down on the tile surrounding it. “Okay. So more than a little.” He knows me too damn well. I can’t hide from him. Not that I really feel the need to. He leans over the edge and pushes the stopper down, then turns on the water, adjusting the hot and cold knobs until he gets the temperature right.
Holding out a hand, he tugs me toward him, and seats me gently on his lap. “You relax as long as you want. I’m going to go take a quick shower. I have a feeling Duke and Mason will do the same.”
“But wait. Will you guys come in here when you’re done? I feel like there’s an insane number of things we need to talk about.” My forehead wrinkles, and I chew on my lip. Quincy and Arik peeping on us. The flyers of me all over campus—and the cops. Mason’s library research. And, last but not least, the results of Bear’s visit to the doctor.
“I can let them know, yeah. You’re right, we’ve had a lot thrown at us today.” He sighs. “And I don’t know where we start.”
“Me neither. I keep running through it in my head. But hopefully with all four of us talking, we can figure things out.” I wrinkle my nose. “Or at least be able to support each other better.”
“That’s what this thing we’re doing is all about, right? Caring for the ones we love?” And as I nod and look deep into his hazel eyes, I know Bear means every damn word he says.
* * *
Ten minutes later,I’m still feeling a little gooey from how Bear described our four-way relationship when the three of them poke their heads in, fresh from showering. Bear immediately joins me, sitting down on the edge, and pulls the drain. He lets some of the water out, then runs some more. I release a little moan as the warmth flows over me again as the tub refills.
Mason squats down next to me, resting his elbows on the tiles, while Duke leans against the wall. They’re both eyeing me warily, which tells me Bear told them why I’m in the tub. Mason reaches over and rubs a hand over my upper back. “How’re you feeling, Kin?”
“Guys, I’m fine. I don’t think I’m feeling anything abnormal, considering.” My eyes flick to each one of them. “We will definitely be doing that again, so put it out of your head that you’ve somehow damaged me with your dicks.” Laughter bursts from both Duke and Mason, and Bear just shakes his head, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. I hold up my hands, shrugging, then lightly smack them on the surface of the water before I wrap my arms around my legs. “So, Mason”—I turn my head to look at him—“have you told them what you’ve been up to?”
He huffs out a laugh. “No, actually. Just haven’t had time.” He glances from Bear to Duke before he spills. “I’ve been trying to figure out the players that had a part in how my dad ended up in prison. Really looking at it, because obviously, there’s stuff going on that we’re not fucking seeing. I figured it was best to be armed with some knowledge, and if I happened to find something useful—or damning—then great.”
Duke shakes his head. “The problem is we’ve shown them nothing but obedience. I think it’s far past time we start making our own moves instead of being their goddamn pawns. It’s our turn to clap back. They’ve got some shit they’re cooking up where your dad is concerned, and I don’t wanna be blindsided.”
I exhale from between pursed lips. I really hope the librarian comes through for me because it’s bad enough that I asked her for help behind Mase’s back while he was in the bathroom. I only have the best of intentions, so hopefully it won’t backfire on me. I don’t know if this lady can do what she says she can, but I’m not saying a damn word unless she comes up with something. There’s gotta be a link. Something we’re not seeing.
Bear’s mood has shifted as Duke’s been talking. “Duke, I fuckin’ agree, but I don’t know if we can control what they’re able to get done or how. Sure would be nice to understand their motives. Everything is all tangled up in my head. Saying that that Elliot girl from Hawthorne Hall had something to do with getting Murdock out of prison was just bizarre and totally out of left field. And then, they’ve obviously been using Quincy and Arik to fuck with Lennon. But why? They must have a reason.”
Duke raises a hand to get our attention, then rubs it over his jaw. “About the visit from the detective. I’d say that woman is on my father’s payroll from the way she treated Mason. I’m more concerned, though, that one of the brothers might’ve said something untrue or derogatory about Lennon that would create more problems than we already have.”
Shaking his head, Bear shrugs. “We can’t do a whole lot about that. I’d fucking wager that sending the cops here was a damn scare tactic.” He scrubs his big hand over his scalp, and it’s apparent he’s mulling things over. “But at least now we know where the leak in the house is… though what the fuck Quincy and Arik were doing in your room, Mason, I have no idea.” He catches my eye. “They’ve admitted to being behind almost all the shit that’s happened to you, Lennon. The only thing they denied was what happened at the auction. And we do know they were tasked with getting Elliot on stage, so that sort of tracks. Not to mention, I can’t imagine those two bungling idiots drugging you.”
Mason shakes his head. “Yeah, I don’t see that either. They also claim they did not steal the photos, but they were the ones who put them all over campus. And beyond that… the pantry, the dress in the closet, the bathroom on campus, and even the fucking locker incident. They did all of it.”
I suck in a breath, tightening my arms around my legs and resting my chin on my knees. “But they didn’t come up with all that on their own. That was all your OG Bastard fathers. I doubt Quincy or Arik even know why they were tasked with fucking with me, but I’m sure it was no hardship for them. They haven’t liked me from day one. Probably got their rocks off while messing with me.”
Duke groans. “They claim they were told it was part of their initiation. I don’t know what to do with them to be honest. They fucking hurt you, physically, but also—”
“It’s been nothing less than psychological warfare.” Bear’s expression is grim as he shakes his head, reaching out and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
