Page 44 of A Hurt So Good

“You’re good, Denz. Just worried about her,” Harlon adds. He’s right. I am worried about her. The thing is, I didn’t think I’d give a shit about anyone the way I do Arya. Sure, I’ve been with other girls, but none like her. And none I actually liked enough to share with my brothers.

“What do you want to do then?” War asks me.

“Nothing. Let’s just go in and watch the movie. Sasha is probably having a shit fit by now.” The guys nod, and we all head back inside. Sasha is lying on the floor, her face plastered to the screen. War joins her because she’s watching an action movie, and Harlon goes back to his chair. Arya is laid out on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen when I walk over and lift her legs,dropping down to sit. I rest her legs over mine, and I get a quick smile before she goes back to the movie.

I try to watch it. I truly do, but the way Arya keeps jerking and clenching her legs at the bad parts has my cock getting hard. I know I can’t fuck her here and now, not with Sasha being here. So I slide my hand up her leg. Without needing to be told, Arya spreads her legs open just enough to fit my hand under her shorts. She isn’t wearing panties, and I can only assume that was War’s doing.

Arya looks over at me, but I shake my head and nod toward the TV, bringing one finger to my lips, silently telling her to be quiet. She turns her head back to the TV as I slip my finger inside her. Slowly, I begin to work it in and out of her while she bites her bottom lip between her teeth but keeps her eyes on the screen.

She’s so fucking wet but also full of War’s cum, and I couldn’t give a shit that she is. I caress her insides, finding the spot that nearly has her leap off the couch, but she quickly settles back in. I keep moving my fingers in and out, dragging the tips across her sensitive spots. Arya’s pussy clenches around my fingers, and I have to bite back a groan.

I make sure my fingers are nice and wet before I slide them out of her and find her clit. As soon as I touch the little swollen nub, she jerks. I don’t stop. I work her clit with my fingers as she slowly rocks against my hand. The faster I go, the closer she gets, and I’m wondering how quiet she can be.

I look over at her, her eyes on the TV, her lip still between her teeth, her nostrils flared, and I smirk to myself. She’s about to come for me. A few more rough strokes, and she’s done. I quickly shove my fingers back inside of her just to feel the way her pussyspasms with her orgasm. I wish it were my cock inside her, but for now, this will do.

I keep rubbing softly at her insides, dragging out her orgasm. When I’m finally done, I slide them out and lean over, shoving my fingers into her mouth. I watch her hooded eyes as she licks them clean before glancing at me. Fuck, this girl is trouble, and I’m all here for it.

I caress her leg as we go back to the movie. After a while, the girls fall asleep. That’s when I hear a noise. No, we all hear it. The guys turn their heads, and we all share a look. It’s coming from the back of the house. War is on his feet as I slide out from under Arya’s legs. We all move toward the back of the house, creeping slowly.

War grabs a gun from the cabinet while I go for a knife along with Har. We creep closer to the back doors, but I don’t hear it now. We pause and listen, but there’s nothing. That is until Sasha screams. The three of us take off back through the house, where Sasha points to the door, whoever it was bolted back out the door.

The three of us run like hell when we spot the asshole. War leaps and tackles him to the ground. Me and Harlon shove the knives into our back pockets as War lifts the idiot off the ground. Concrete sticks to his forehead as blood blooms on his cheek.

“What the fuck were doing in my house?” I roar before punching the asshole in the face. His head snaps to the side before he looks up at me.

“Who the fuck are you?” Harlon asks, his eyes darkening as he looks at the guy. Harlon is usually the lesser of the evils betweenthe three of us, but when you fuck with family, he does what he needs to do.

The guy smirks and Har throws a punch. His head snaps once more before Harlon kicks him in the ribs. The guy screams and howls in pain as neighbors start to come out.

“They wanted her, okay? I was supposed to get her!” He yells.

“Who? Sasha?”

“No! The other one!” What the fuck? So, someone is after Arya? Who the hell in their right mind would send them to my house? With all three of us in there?

We beat the shit out of the guy when he won’t tell us who. By now, there’s a crowd around us watching it all unfold. Not that anyone is going to say shit, they won’t. War pulls his gun and presses it to the man’s head as he begs and pleads with him. I pull my knife out and that’s when I hear Arya’s cry. All three of our heads snap in that direction. She isn’t moving, just standing there staring at the blade.

“I got her,” Harlon says, moving toward her quickly. He says something to her, which seems to calm her a little, before leading her back to the house. I turn back to the asshole in front of us.

“Stand him up,” I tell War. He shoves his gun back into his jeans and drags the asshole to his feet. I twirl the knife between my fingers before plunging it into his stomach. He cries out in pain, but that doesn’t stop me. I do it twice more before grabbing his face in my hand and pressing the tip to his eye.

“You run back, and you tell whoever you’re working for if any of you come near Arya again, you’re all dead. Do you understand me?” My voice is low, deadly, just like War’s stare. The idiot nodshis head before War throws him to the ground. I step back as he holds his stomach and manages to get to his feet. He’s doing his best to run as all my neighbors laugh at him. They don’t question us; they never would. They don’t want to be on the receiving end of our madness.

I wipe the blood on the corner of my shirt as we walk back into the house. I don’t see Harlon or Arya.

“They’re in your room,” Sasha tells me. I nod my head, go into the kitchen, toss my knife in the sink, and then head to find them.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be up,” War says. I nod as I walk down the hall and into my room. Harlon has Arya wrapped in his arms, but she looks over at me when I walk in.

“Are you okay?” I ask her. She nods but doesn’t speak until she sees the blood. Then she’s pulling out of Harlon’s arms and crawling across the bed to me. She grabs my shirt, ripping it up and checking for a wound.

“You’re not bleeding?” she asks, a little confused.

“No. It’s not mine.” She slowly lowers my shirt before our gazes lock for the briefest of seconds. She sighs like she’s happy it wasn’t mine before crawling back across the bed and lying in the middle. Har is about to get up, but I shake my head no. He is her safe place. He’s the one she looks to when she needs to feel assured. He lays back down, and I pull my shirt off, climbing on next to her. I scoot close and press my lips to the back of her head as Harlon wraps his arm around her waist. I get as close as I can so she can feel me here.

And after what seems like forever, we all fall asleep.

Chapter 19

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