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“What the hell?!”
She tucks her lips between her teeth when I bring the knife back up to her throat. “Don’t say a fucking word,” I say through gritted teeth. She slowly nods, watching me as I repeat the dragging motion down her chest again, making light work of her bra as I cut through the middle of the flimsy material. Her stomach flexes beneath the blade before I reach the top of her jeans. I almost grin at the audible sigh that leaves her body when I simply unbutton them instead of cutting them off.
I lower myself to my knees in front of her as she steps out of them. It takes everything in me not to apply too much pressure as I run my blade up and down her legs, stopping at her hips to cut the sides of her panties until they fall away. Lifting her leg onto my shoulder, I lean forward and lick into her heat. Her moan fills the basement as her hands fall into my hair. She tastes like comfort and memories, unlocking the vault that I welded shut the day she left.
Every swipe of my tongue brings my past alive before my eyelids and sends a tsunami of emotions crashing around inside of me. I love her—I hate her. I miss her—I want her gone. I needher—I wish she never came back. Every thought has a negative opposite that leaves me so conflicted. Why does she have such a strong hold on me and why can’t I let her go?
“Tristan,” she moans. Her voice grounds me once again. I lick and suck as if her dripping pussy will reveal the answers her mouth won’t say. Juices slick my face as she quickly bucks her hips for more friction. I reach down and unbutton my jeans and free my cock, quickly stroking it in my hand. Cleo’s legs tremble as a strained moan leaves her lips, her hands pulling my hair so tight that pain blooms across my scalp as she comes.
I know she is close, and I know just wants going to bring her over the edge. I grin against her folds before I pull away enough to bring the handle of the knife to her cunt. “Spread your legs a little more so I don’t accidentally cut you,” I order.
She spreads her legs, looking down at me with hungry eyes as I shove the handle of the knife into her wet pussy. Her head falls back with a groan as I shove the handle deeper into her, holding onto the blade carefully as I fuck her with the knife.
A moment later, she gushes all over me. Coming apart while the knife is deep inside of her.
I don’t even give her time to regroup, pulling her to the floor. She doesn’t fight against me as I settle between her legs. Her back arches off the floor when I ease into her, and her nails dig into my triceps. I focus on the bite of pain from her nails instead of the other emotions inside of me, the ones that make me want to cut my heart open and bleed for her when I know she’ll leave the first chance she gets. I drown out my want and desire for her with every rough stroke I put inside of her. I suffocate my hopes about her choosing me and Talon, despite her having a track record of abandoning us.
Sitting up on my knees, I grab the knife from the floor and press it to her throat as I move within her. “We would’ve givenyou everything if you’d have trusted us,” I say between gritted teeth. “We fucking loved you, and you left.”
“I-I’m s-s-orry!” she stammers through broken words, weaved through a string of moans.
My chest tightens at everything that could’ve been. At all the missed opportunities. At the lost time. Now that she’s back, it’s opened the floodgates to all the things I pushed behind a wall long ago. And as we both come, holding onto each other for dear life, I can’t help but wonder how long it’ll take for her to shatter us and leave the shards for us to clean up when she moves on.
Again.
CLEO
It takes me a few moments to remember where I am when I wake up the next morning. I sit up in bed and take in the unfamiliar surroundings, realizing that I’m in the spare room Tristan set me up in. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that he didn’t want me to sleep with him last night, but I can understand. He’s dealing with a lot of different emotions and probably can’t process them the way he needs to if I’m in his personal space.
I take a quick shower in the ensuite bathroom and get dressed. The house is quiet for the most part, except there’s faint grunting coming from the back of the house. I follow the sound until it gets louder and stumble upon their home gym. He’s sitting on a bench doing biceps curls, and I can’t do anything but stand in the doorway and watch him.
His words from last night replay in my mind. Guilt crushed me when I heard the pain in his voice, pain that I’d put there. I never imagined my absence would have affected them as much as it has. I figured they’d eventually forget about me, as they had a life before I even came into the picture. But after learning about the knife he had on the wall with my name on it, I now realize I meant a lot more than I originally thought.
“You always did have a spying problem,” he says, pulling my attention. I blink and find him looking over his shoulder at me. He smiles, but it disappears just as quickly, his face turning back to stone. I swallow the uncomfortable knot in my throat and take a couple of steps forward.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you.” I wring my hands in front of me, not sure what to say. After the passionate exchange in the basement yesterday, I thought today would be a little easier and less awkward. But sex has only seemed to make things more tense and uncomfortable between us.
“Talon is on his way over here to pick you up,” he says.
“Pick me up? To go where?” I ask with a raised brow. “I thought the hotel was?—”
“Your new apartment,” he interrupts.
My mouth opens and closes for a few moments in shock. My new apartment? Is this their way of trying to trap me here with them? I want to pick my own place. I don’t need them to pay for anything else for me as some kind of bribe to keep me around. But considering Tristan goes back to his workout as if I’m not even standing here, I swallow the words that are dying to fall out of my mouth. I’ll just ask Talon; he’s easier to talk to anyway.
I sit and wait in the living room, relieved when Talon walks through the door. His soft smile is a major comfort when he lays eyes on me, lifting his hand in a small wave.
“Good, you’re already ready,” he says with an approving smile.
“You guys didn’t have to get me an apartment,” I start. “I would’ve chosen one when I was ready. I haven’t even had the money for a full twenty-four hours yet.”
“We’re not trying to rush you or anything. Just wanted to help.” His smile disarms me a bit. “We had a one bedroom open up in one of our buildings, and you’re more than welcome to have it if you’d like it. We can go check it out, and if you don’tlike it, you don’t have to take it.” He gestures to my bag. “Unless you want to buy a house in cash, you’ll have a hard time proving income for most places around here. We just wanted to make things a little easier for you.”
I sigh softly. He’s right. It’s one of the many things I didn’t even consider when I was thinking about my next steps. Of course I’d have to prove income, and most places would also like to know where I got this amount of money in such a short time span. At least staying in an apartment that the guys’ own will buy me some time to improve my income so that I’m better prepared whenever I’m ready to move again.
“Okay then,” I say, expelling a breath. “I think that’s a good idea. Thank you.”
“Sure.” He holds the door open for me. “We can go to your apartment and get some of your stuff to take to your new place.”
