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By the time I have the right words, however, Phoenix is moving behind me, fingers soft whispers against my skin as he pulls my hips backward enough that he can snag my leg up over his hip. A soft gasp leaves me when he enters me again, his soft growl against my skin causing me to shiver.
“Shh, Bailey,” he purrs, while Rory reaches down between us to play with my clit. “Don’t you want to come on my cock just one more time? I’ll be so gentle, I promise.”
I’m so exhausted, so spaced out, that all I can do is whine and whimper and writhe between them, until at last I can’t hold back anymore.
My second orgasm is easier, not as intense as the first. But still so, so good and I reach back to grip his hair, turning him against my face for a quick and sloppy kiss that Rory steals me from as Phoenix’s thrusts turn erratic.
His low gasp is the last warning I get, and Phoenix buries himself in my body once more, arm hooking around my waist to drag my body back against his as tightly as he can, though Rory is quick to erase any space created between him and me as well.
“It’s unfair how perfect you are,” one of them murmurs, though by the time I’ve ridden out my orgasm, sleep has come back to claim me with a vengeance and I can't tell who’s speaking.
“So perfect that we’re never letting you go,” the other replies.
Good,I wish I could say, loving the fullness of Phoenix’s cock still buried inside of me as I drift off.I don’t want you to.
Chapter25
Are you ready, sweetheart?The text is just sitting there on my phone, unanswered, even though I am absolutely ready to go and expecting him. But things are different in the daylight. It’s harder to reconcile that I’m maybe a little bit in love with two murderers, and everything that goes along with it.
Not to mention I’ve been checking my sheets for blood all morning and even running my fingers through my hair to make sure nothing was left behind after my shower. God, I wish they’d stuck around for that. My tub is definitely big enough for three people. Especially if I’m sitting on someone’s lap.
Yeah,I text back finally, ignoring the three texts from Nic that come through at the same time. While my anger towards her has cooled and I’m not so actively upset as I was yesterday, I don’t want to talk to her. I can’t, not right now, when I’m fighting the guilt-by-association feelings over Ava’s death.
God, I wish things weren’t so different in the daylight.
Are you here? I fire off, sliding on my ankle boots that make me a few inches taller. Paired with my black jeans and an oversized hoodie with cracked, faded graphics showcasing one of the oldTexas Chainsaw Massacremovies so that I’m living up to the Halloween spirit, I trudge downstairs, eye on my phone as he writes his reply.
Of course I am. I’m outside.Sure enough, as my feet land on the last step of the staircase, I hear our doorbell ring; the sound reverberates throughout the house and summons Dad. He smiles at me, obviously a little surprised to see me up and dressed at only nine am, but opens the door anyway without a word.
Even from where I am, I can feel the shock emanate from him in waves as he stares at Phoenix standing on our welcome mat. He’s dressed similarly to me, in a pair of fitted black jeans, black and white sneakers, and a jacket over his gray hoodie that’s just as faded as mine.
“Good morning, Mr. Scott,” he greets pleasantly, hands in his pockets as he peers up at my dad without a trace of malice on his face. “I’m here to pick up Bailey.”
Dad looks back at me, brows raised in curiosity. I give him the same look, and he grins. “You should come in, Phoenix,” my dad invites, and I have to fight a roll of my eyes at his reaction. I step off the last stair, just in time for Dad to close the door behind my maybe-boyfriend. “Where’s your friend? The one from the fair the other night?”
“He’s sleeping,” Phoenix replies, offering my dad an apologetic smile. “He doesn’t do well in the mornings. Definitely more of a night owl.”
“What was his name again? He’s not from around here, right?”
Phoenix nods, walking with my dad to the living room as I follow. “He’s from Montana, actually. Just as far north as us, but a hell of a lot further west.” He holds up his fingers to show a small amount of distance, and dad chuckles. “And his name is Rory. We’re dating, actually.”
That makes my dad stop, and he turns to give me a pointed look, as if I hadn’t heard.
I had, but I’m still surprised Phoenix is admitting that to my parents. If I could hand signal him to silence, or ask him why without looking suspicious, I would. But already Dad is urging him to sit, and when Phoenix takes a seat on the sofa, Dad plants himself on the other end of it, zoned in on the younger man’s face.
“Dating?” he repeats as I sit down on my favorite recliner, thrilled to see how Phoenix is going to work this out. “Sorry, I’m not trying to seem shocked. I just… Well I kind of thought…” He glances at me, and Phoenix gives an apologetic chuckle.
Rightas my mom walks in, just in time for Phoenix to answer.
“Well, yeah. That too. Bailey likes Rory, and he likes her. They really hit it off when we first came back. He and I aren’t exactly traditional, you know? And Bailey knows exactly what she’s getting into with us.” When he throws me that fond smile that’s only partially a show for my parents, my heart melts.
“And you’re okay with that?” Mom insinuates herself smoothly into the conversation, eyes on me. “You’re fine knowing they’re together and were first?”
“Technically, I’m the one who was in love with him first,” I point out. “Remember in third grade, Mom? I announced to you I’d marry Phoenix one day. Daisy even helped me make wedding invitations.” The shock on Phoenix’s face is short-lived, and he hides a snort. “So, yeah. And it’s not like we’re fighting over Phoenix.” God, I never thought I’d be explaining to my parents I’m in athrouple,and it’s worse than I could’ve ever imagined.
My dad doesn’t look put out by his words, especially with my input. “You know if you hurt my daughter I’ll have to make all kinds of dad-threats, right?” he says lightly and shares a grin with Phoenix, who nods enthusiastically.
“Oh, I’m sure. But I also think Bailey would kill me first.” His gaze falls on mine and I fight to remain where I am, instead of throwing myself onto his lap in front of my parents. God, I hate it when he looks at me like that and I’m not in a position to just jump him. “Isn’t that right, Bailey?”
