Page 22 of Trust in the Fallen

Such a good girl.

But she’s not speaking either. She hasn’t said a word since she requested a salad, and Elias immediately shut her down. I would have done the same thing. She has these preconceived notions about her weight that will take some work to break down, and the earlier we start, the sooner she’ll see how beautiful she is in our eyes.

I kneel down in front of her and squeeze more body wash into my hands before working them into her shapely legs. I don’t think I could ever get enough of touching her. Her softness is such a direct contrast to my rough hands, and each touch brings me closer to obsession.

Elias was right when he said we would be better off if she wasn’t on birth control. If one of us could plant our seed, there’s no way she could run from us, and that’s exactly what she’s planning to do right now. I can see it in the way her eyes dart toward the door, how her body tenses under my touch when it occurs to her she shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as she is, and how resignation etches into her features each time she thinks about leaving.

I’m not sure if she’s normally this open, or whether we’ve just fucked her walls down, but it’s proving useful in understanding what she’s thinking.

Aftercare has always been my thing more than Elias’s. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to give it, or that he doesn’t like to, it’s just that I enjoy it more. Having a sub in my care is the most free I ever feel, and that with Leighton is only amplified.

“Are you sore?” I murmur as I massage my hands toward her swollen sex. We weren’t gentle with her, and the evidence of that is how pink and puffy her cunt is.

She nods. “A little, Sir.”

I smile at the use of the word. She wouldn’t be in trouble if she dropped the formality while we’re outside the bedroom, but I’m not going to stop her either, not when my heart lodges itself in my throat every time the word falls from those pretty pink lips.

I brush my fingers over the swollen flesh, and she flinches ever so slightly, but just enough that I look up in question. That doesn’t seem like a little.

“Okay, maybe more than a little.” She blushes. “I’ve never had sex like that before.”

The admission is hardly a surprise, but I’m pleased at how she’s opening up for me, showing me the parts of herself she may have tried to hide just a few hours ago. “We should have been more gentle.”

She shakes her head. “No, I…I liked it.”

A slow smirk tips up the corners of my lips. “Oh I know you did, angel.”

She gives me a small smile, but there’s doubt behind those pretty eyes, and all I want to do is take it all away, to shield her from the darkness in the world, from whoever has put the doubts in her mind. I want to steal her away and lock her in an ivory tower where nothing and no one can ever hurt her again.

The idea has some merit, and to be honest, it’s not out of the cards, but although we have very questionable morals, I’d rather not begin our lives together with kidnapping.

I grip her chin between my fingers and hold her gaze for long seconds. “What’s on your mind, angel?”

“It’s nothing.”

I shake my head, wordlessly reminding her one of her rules is not to lie, and she sighs.

“It’s just that…I had the time of my life tonight. I’ll never have an experience like that again. But for you two, that’s probably a regular Friday. You’re both so confident and so good at it. I just can’t see how I would measure up to the women you’re normally with.”

I’m shaking my head before she can finish her sentence. She has no idea how wrong she is. No idea that her inexperience makes her the perfect sub for us to mold into one that will fit the two of us to perfection. No idea that what we shared was beyond anything Elias and I have ever experienced. And no idea how hard the two of us are falling, despite only having met her tonight. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, angel. Believe me when I say Elias and I haveneverexperienced anything like that. You’re perfection.”

Her protests are cut off when Elias pokes his head into the bathroom, his eyes falling on the two of us immediately. “Food’s here.”

I guess we’ll just have to prove how wrong she is.

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

ELIAS

I’m not sure what I interrupted in the bathroom, but the heaviness in Leighton’s eyes when she emerges in nothing but one of Wyatt’s shirts, her arm wrapped around his waist as she hobbles toward the table, tells me whatever she’s thinking is far from good.

I meet Wyatt’s eyes, and he shakes his head slightly. To share women the way we do, as well as all other facets of our lives, we’ve learned to communicate silently, but right now I wish I could read his mind.

Leighton’s hair is damp around her shoulders, the natural waves framing her bare face. She was beautiful with a face full of makeup, but she’s fucking incredible without it. The dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, the beauty mark just below her lower lip, the brightness of her eyes under her lashes. Jesus. I could fall to my knees and worship her right now. But something tells me she wouldn’t believe a word I said.

She needs to trust us first, and I have a feeling trust isn’t something she gives out easily.

Wyatt helps her sit on one of the chairs before taking his own seat on the other side of her, sandwiching her between us.

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