Page 108 of The Tangle of Awful

We.

As in my son hasn’t had sex with her either.

My heart thunders with pride. Sometimes he behaves like an evil shit, but he’s good deep down. He loves Aubrey and wants to protect her, same as me.

“This is how I heal,” she clips out. “Until then, I’ll be trapped on his bed, with his gun pressing down on my pussy, with his grimy hands stripping my clothes away.”

“Where’s Spencer?” I ask as I crawl over her body.

“Running errands. Again.” She looks away from me, frowning. “He left not long after you went on your run. I tried to get him to touch me, but he blew me off.”

Her hurt is palpable. By us trying to give her the space to heal, we’ve made her feel unwanted and unloved. That changes today.

I bring my lips to hers, kissing her softly at first, and then dive deeper, thrashing my tongue against her own. She moans and I devour that too. My hips settle against her, the thin sheet the only thing between us, and I rub my hard dick against her.

Her legs slide out from under the sheet, hooking around my waist. It feels good to be intimate like this with her again. The fire that rages between us is always so uncontrollable, burning everything, including my morals, in its path.

I start kissing down her chin and to her neck on a path to her pussy when I sense a presence.

My son.

“I deny you my dick and you run to Daddy. Classic move, leech.”

“Spencer,” I warn. “Knock it off.”

“Nah, Dad,” Spencer growls. “I think I’ll join instead.”

Aubrey

Finally.

For two full weeks, I’ve felt like a leper. Like Drew had tainted me in some way that kept Hugo and Spencer from ever wanting me again. It was a horrifying thought—one that kept me up for hours every night.

But that changes now.

Hugo’s mouth is on my breast, sucking and teasing with his tongue. Spencer has quickly shed his clothes and is sliding onto the bed beside us. He tugs away the sheet and tosses it off the bed.

“She likes to be fingerfucked, Dad,” Spencer says, slipping a hand between us. “Watch how she comes undone.”

Hugo stiffens and then relaxes, eyes moving up to meet mine. He sucks on my nipple hard. Spencer’s finger finds my clit that’s finally no longer sore from how Drew shoved his gun against it. My eyes slam shut.

I feel the cold metal.

Images of blood.

“It’s us,” Hugo rumbles, breath hot on my breast. “You’re here. With us.”

His voice is a rope and I grab onto it, allowing him to pull me out of the dark abyss. Spencer’s soft fingertip expertly rubs me in just the right way.

This feels good.

They feel good.

“Oh,” I croak out and then bite down on my bottom lip.

Spencer rubs me straight into my first orgasm since the incident. As soon as I cry out, leaping over the edge of bliss, he slips two fingers inside me. He’s right. I love getting fingerfucked. I also love how Spencer tests the limits of my body, adding more fingers, stretching me more than going deep.

It’s almost like he’s been preparing for something.

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