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10
Pen
The rest of our time at the Freed’s house passes in a blur of laughter, heated kisses, and a deepening friendship. Making love to each of my Breakers was on my mind constantly, and I don’t doubt it plagued their thoughts too, but despite feeling horny as fuck we seemed to come to an unspoken agreement that the rest of our time together in the Freed’s home would be better spent on reforming our relationship and just being friends again. It’s been the best kind of tonic and exactly what we’ve all needed to cement our bond. Yet despite this brief moment of bliss, I’ve vowed to never forget the hurt we put each other through to get here. Not because I want to hold onto it but because I need to remind myself what we must avoid at all costs.
I won’t survive another separation. I won’t.
That’s not to say that I’m under any illusions that our relationship is going to be straightforward from here on out. Iknowit will be difficult. It’s going to be hard enough to juggle this new status quo we’ve found ourselves in, let alone outside pressures and everything else stacked against us. But my relationship with the Breakers has never been easy, and I don’t expect that to change any time soon. Together we’ll figure this out. I have to have faith in that even though my stomach turns over every time I think about the precarious situation we’re in.
“Kid, you smell heavenly,” Dax says, snuggling against me in the back of Xeno’s car as he drives us all back to the Academy. It’s Sunday night and Madame Tuillard has asked me to meet with her tomorrow morning about the end of year show. I’m going to take the opportunity to request that Dax and I are paired back up again. I love River as a friend and respect him as a dancer, but we’ve got no chemistry whatsoever. It’s the right move to put us back together, I think she knows that. At least, I hope so.
“You don’t smell too bad yourself,” I joke back, tucking my nose into the crook of his neck and drawing in a deep breath. Honestly, he smells fucking delicious, and if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re in a moving car and we’ve put ourselves on a self-inflicted sex ban, however unspoken, I probably would’ve jumped his bones way before this point. Remembering how we made love has my legs squeezing together and me pressing my lips against his skin in an open-mouthed kiss.
“Stop snuggling up to that fucker. I’m getting jealous over here,” York says, sliding his hand over my thigh and squeezing. The warmth of his palm seeps into my skin through Zayn’s joggers that I borrowed, heating me up from the inside out.
“Shut the fuck up, York, need I remind you that you spent the best part of ten hours wrapped around our girlagainlast night. It’smyturn for a bit of Pen lovin’.”
York leans around me and cuffs the back of Dax’s head. “Fuck you, I was asleep. It doesn’t fucking count.”
“It fucking does,” Xeno, Zayn and Dax all say simultaneously. I grin. Sometimes they’re so in sync it scares me.
“Oy, shithead, do that again and I’ll mess up that pretty face of yours with some bruises. Besides, youchoseto sleep,” Dax points out.
“I was shot,” he grumbles.
“At,” the three of them chorus in return, before bursting out laughing. A grin spreads across my face and it feels so good to be surrounded by their happiness. It warms me up from the inside out.
“Fuck you, you bastards. Don’t expect any damn sympathy from me anytime in the future. I wouldn’t piss on any of you if you were on fire,” York mutters, causing another round of laughter.
“Hey,” I say, taking York’s hand and replacing it on my thigh, “Enough of that. You know they love you.”
“Yeah, I know.” He turns and smiles at me, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “I love these cunts too.” Winking, he squeezes my thigh before trailing his hands up higher.
Dax growls, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Hands off, motherfucker. I’m happy to share, Kid. But I’m not happy to share, share. Comprende?”
“That’snottrue and you know it. I distinctly remember you having no problem sharing Titch,big boy,” York chuckles and my cheeks flush at the memory of us as kids on Xeno’s bed the night I was covered in bruises, and they touched me with gentleness I’d never experienced before. It was the first time I’d felt truly loved and adored. It was also the first time I’d come by someone else’s hand.
“You fucker—” Dax laughs, shaking his head.
“Shit!” Xeno exclaims as the front dash lights up with an incoming call. “It’s Jeb.”
I stiffen in my seat. Dax presses a gentle kiss against my forehead and tightens his arm around my shoulder, attempting to reassure me. Zayn, who’s sitting in the passenger seat up front, reacts much the same as I do. He looks over his shoulder and gives me a tight smile, the tension obvious. The phone continues to ring and for a moment I think Xeno’s going to ignore it until he meets my gaze in the mirror. Thank fuck we’ve stopped at a traffic light, because I’m certain that Xeno’s ability to drive this car safely would be hampered by his attention fixed solely on me.
“Tiny, as far as Jeb’s concerned you mean nothing to us and as such, we have to act a certain way. He needs to believe you still mean nothing to us, that you’re a toy, nothing more. It’s the only way to protect you. Whatever we say about you, however we refer to you, believe me when I say it will hurt us just as much, but none of that is true. None of it. Understand?”
“Yeah, I get it,” I respond, dropping my gaze, my heart sinking despite his reassurance. I know how this conversation is going to go and I know I’m not going to like it.
“Jeb, what can I do for you?” Xeno asks casually the second he accepts the call.
“You taking the fucking piss?” Jeb snarls, his voice loud through the speakers. I cringe. I fucking hate this guy.
Xeno holds his voice steady even though I can see his knuckles turn white from how hard he’s holding onto the steering wheel. “I don’t follow you, Boss.”
“Don’t play that shit with me! When I said I had everything handled, I did not mean you could go fucking AWOL and spend the weekend shagging whores and avoiding my calls!! Was your head so far up some skank’s pussy that you couldn’t answer me? When I call, I expect you to fucking answer!”
“Duly noted. It won’t happen again.” The car lurches forward, Xeno’s anger making itself known even though his voice is steady.
“Where’s Zayn? Is he with you? In fact, where are the rest of the motherfucking Breakers? I should fucking shoot every last one of you pieces of shit.”
