Page 67 of The Finding Series: Vol. 2

Shame flooded my veins as I ran my fingers over the small bruises where the stranger had been holding onto me as he’d pounded into me…as yet another stranger had sucked me to the back of his throat.

My ass actually clenched in anticipation as my hand went unbidden to my cock. I jerked it away and wrapped it around the edge of the shower door instead, willing my body to settle.

“No,” I whispered as my cock hungrily jerked and more images sprang into my head.

Firm lips skimming mine.

A hot, wet tongue sliding between my lips.

That deep, sexy voice whispering things in my ear as my hands were pinned to the wall.

“No!” I cried out softly even as I reached for my dick and began frantically stroking it.

I’m sorry, my beautiful boy…

A whimper escaped my throat. I couldn’t do this. It was wrong.

But I did. I fucked my hand, pretending it was the blond guy’s perfect mouth. I stuck my finger in my mouth to wet it and then searched out my hole with my free hand. I shook my head even as I pushed the wet digit into my body as far as I could. I pressed my mouth against my shoulder to stifle my cry of relief as I came.

Tears flooded my eyes as I collapsed on the floor just outside the shower, my cum mixing with the water that was hitting the back wall before disappearing down the drain. My despair turned to fear as I snatched a towel from the towel rack, not even caring whose it was, and frantically wiped up the few spots of cum that had hit the floor outside the shower. I staggered to my feet and jammed the towel into the laundry hamper in the corner and then stumbled to the shower and stepped under the spray. My body felt ice cold despite the hot water and I eagerly searched out the soap and began scrubbing my body as hard as I could, ignoring the bruises on my hip.

“It didn’t happen,” I muttered to myself.

A sense of calm settled over me as I repeated the words to myself again and again. I managed to ease off on the need to scrub my skin raw and used the rest of my shower to get control of myself. I felt the familiar mask of contentment surround me in warmth as I finished up and then turned off the water. I deliberately kept my eyes off the marks on my hip and searched out a clean towel to wrap around my lower half. I took my time getting dressed, leaving the towel on for as long as I could and only felt a complete sense of calmness return when the fabric of my pants did what I couldn’t.

Hide the truth about what I’d let happen…

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“You have my number if you need anything, right?” Jax said as he came around his police cruiser to my car.

Even though I’d been okay with driving myself the short distance to the CB Bar Ranch, Jax had insisted on accompanying me before he headed to work.

“Yeah,” I responded.

“Rhys was telling me that Callan had to go to Great Falls this morning to pick up a horse and Finn’s got an appointment in town so their foreman, Jerry, will be showing you around and getting you started on things.”

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

It didn’t, but I kept that to myself. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to crawl back into bed and will away the events of the morning.

I’d managed to keep control of my emotions throughout breakfast with Jax, his husband Dane and their two little ones, but it had been pretty easy because both men had been preoccupied with dealing with the inherent chaos that came with trying to get a fussy toddler to eat his cereal instead of throw it on the floor for the four-legged members of the family to clean up. Emma, for her part, had been arguing with Jax about not needing to wear her life vest for when she, Ben and their babysitter went to the nearby pond to go swimming. I’d enjoyed watching the byplay between the pair as Emma laid out all the points of her argument which were far more succinct than any eight-year-old’s should be, but I’d ended up silently siding with Jax when the kids’ babysitter, Harriet Greene, a woman I guessed to be in her early eighties, waltzed in wearing a bright yellow pants suit and sparkly sneakers.

I didn’t know much about the CB Bar Ranch other than it had both horses and cattle and that I’d be working with the horses. I’d never been around a horse in my entire life, but welcomed any kind of distraction that would make this summer go by faster. Although there was a certain relief that came with getting out of Seattle for a while, I couldn’t say that rural Montana held a lot of appeal for me.

It was just one more place I wouldn’t fit.

“So Rhys, Callan and Finn are all together?” I asked as we began walking towards the smaller of the two barns.

“Yeah, they’ve been together as long as me and Dane, but they didn’t get married until a few years ago.”

Since I was no stranger to threesomes in my own family, I knew he probably meant the men had committed themselves to each other in every way other than the legal one, since I doubted not even a backwoods place like Montana allowed polygamy. My uncles had done the same thing, each taking the Barretti name in a commitment ceremony, unwilling to even choose between one another for the purpose of two of them getting legally married. I didn’t know all the intricacies that went with being committed to two people at the same time, but I knew my uncles had managed to make it work. And the simple fact that Jax referred to his friends as married told me they were making it work too.

“Callan manages the horses and Finn runs the cattle side of the business.”

“And Rhys is a deputy like you,” I finished for him.

Jax nodded. We both fell silent for a moment, but I knew Jax wasn’t done talking because he kept sending me quick looks.

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