Page 122 of Retribution
Mav leans back and Blake’s head lowers between my legs. He kisses my mound reverently and then moves down and begins to lick me while Mav fucks my pussy.
Another orgasm takes me by surprise. My core clamps down on Mav hard and I see his eyes widen a little as it throws him over the edge.
He releases inside me with a roar, his body shaking and his hips jerking before he half-collapses, lets go of my arms, and kisses me.
I hear Blake’s knife and feel the zip-tie go slack a moment later.
My wrists are massaged gently and Mav’s weight disappears.
I lay on the bed, blinking slowly, in a haze of pleasure.
My legs are spread and I try to focus my eyes.
Blake is between my thighs, looking down at me. Shade is just behind him, watching as well.
Blake’s fingers play between my legs gently, scooping up the cum that’s leaked out of me.
‘Put it back inside her,’ Shade grates out. ‘All of it.’
Blake’s lips twitch and he pushes his fingers into me. I sigh a little, aftershocks of pleasure making my eyes drift closed.
‘One day,’ Shade mutters to himself and I wonder what he means.
‘Want a bath?’ Blake murmurs, fingers still buried deep.
I shift a little and nod. I hear the water start and then Mav makes a sound of disapproval.
‘Leave her alone now,’ he chides. ‘Come on, Tulip.’
Afew days pass, and my time in the Novelle house under the thumb of the, now late, nurse becomes like a distant memory. I suppose it helps that the bitch is dead. I still have nightmares about it almost every night, though, and I’m pretty sure I keep waking up the guys with them, but none of them have said anything.
Mav, Shade, and Blake have been spending almost every possible moment they can with me, and the numbness begins to dissipate. I cautiously begin to feel that contentment and happiness from before. In fact, it rivals our time living in the club together, though I do miss our bedroom along with our giant bed. The one in the penthouse bedroom is nice, but it just isn’t the same.
Stevens is out of the hospital and recuperating back at the Novelle house, running the house from a wheelchair. The doctors say he’ll make a full recovery, but the police still haven’t found who did it.
I doubt they’ll ever be led to the Banderville door, so I guess the trail is cold.
I set the pill press to begin, finishing up the final batch that I'm making this week. I’m more than ready to go upstairs and spend the evening eating pizza and watching movies with my guys.
I haven’t left the hotel since I arrived and I don't miss the outside world much, not that I thought I would. Lu comes to visit every couple of days to make sure I’m being treated right, in her words. Sauvage gave me access to his private gym, too, so I can run on the treadmill whenever I want. I miss my runs with Mav though.
I've also been keeping up with my classes and my papers, and Applegate has been in contact a few times to ask me how I am.
I think he wants to reconnect, maybe talk about my mother and the past that he shared with my parents. But I'm not sure I'm ready to delve into that stuff, at least not before I know what happened to my mom. I’ve finished her diary and it doesn’t hold any more information that would helpme find her and my father’s killer…or maybe killers, I guess. All she really talked about in the rest of the entries was the wedding to John, what married life was like, how much she liked Andy and Jack, and the ways she was going to try to get John and me to bond.
That part made me put it down for a while. She never did see what I saw, not even when he got rid of me, and I’m not sure I can forgive her for discounting me in favor of her new, shiny life…maybe the one she secretly always wished she’d chosen from the beginning. I don’t like that thought either, that if she’d been able to go back and do it over, that she’d never have chosen my dad, and never have had me at all.
I haven't received any notes or emails, and nothing else has happened since the day of the club’s destruction. It's like the Stalker has gone into hiding.
We're no closer to figuring out who he is, and even the guys Sauvage tasked with finding whoever bombed the club seem stumped.
I’m just making a list of ingredients I need for the next week when I hear the door. Assuming that it’s one of my guys, since everyone else knocks, I don’t look up.
'If you were serious, chéri, now is the time.'
I jump when the voice is Sauvage’s, and I whirl to face him with my hand on my chest.
I’m not afraid of him per se, but I think he might be what Douglas from The Heath would call a ‘fair weather friend’. I have no doubt he’ll drop me as soon as I’m not useful to him. I don’t like that he knows so many of my secrets either. It doesn’t seem right when I’m not close to him like I am with Shade and the others.
