Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
He’d dropped the belt when he’d come after her, but his hand was more than enough.
“More,” she said through gritted teeth. “Give me more.”
How long would it be before she found this again? Before she got to be in this place where she could face anything? Good, bad. Not indifferent. Never indifferent here. She’d used this space to handle stress, to face her fears. Now she was going to have to use it to deal with a heartache she’d never thought she would have to feel.
Over and over Tristan struck her ass and thighs, spanking her until she could feel how hot and red her skin must be.
It wasn’t enough. The tears wouldn’t quite come even though the pain felt like everything in the moment. She ached and hurt, and it wasn’t enough to overtake the break in her heart.
He stopped.
“More,” she insisted.
“You can’t, baby. I’ll hurt you if I give you more,” Tristan said.
Aidan released her hands, stroking back her hair. “He can’t safely give you more.” He stared at her for a moment, and his handsome face took on a resolve. “But I can.”
“A,” Tristan began.
Aidan straightened up. “You have your way of taking care of her and I have mine. It’s my fucking turn. Turn her over and hold her down.”
What the hell was he talking about? Carys winced as Tristan flipped her over, her back against the table now, her ass at the edge. Every muscle was sore. But the peace she’d hoped she would have hadn’t come. It was incomplete. The ritual wasn’t finished, and she realized she might never feel peace again, not the way she had.
“Stop it. Let me up.” She needed to get away from them. It wasn’t going to work. She needed to be alone. Needed to start figuring out how to be alone.
“No,” Aidan said, sounding more sure than she’d heard him in forever.
He pressed her ankles out, forcing her legs to open wide and keeping her off balance. Tristan was the one on the conference table now, one hand holding both her wrists, the other fisted in her hair. “You stay still.”
And then she felt Aidan move, and suddenly he buried his face between her legs. She’d almost expected fingers and got lips and tongue. Her labia spread wide as he passed his tongue between the folds. Pleasure curled through her, making her scalp prickle and toes curl.
She hadn’t wanted this. Hadn’t thought she wanted this. She’d wanted the pain, but this… The pleasure was so sharp it made a contrast to the pain, a reminder of everything she was going to lose.
He repeated the caress, this time ending it by pushing his tongue into her, his face buried so deep in her pussy that her labia were against his cheeks, his nose nudging her clit.
She ground against him, and he thrust his tongue into her again and again, shallow penetrations. It felt so fucking good, so like normal.
All the days came rushing in. The days she’d spent with them, the sweet looks and hand holding eventually leading to kissing. First Tristan and then Aidan. She’d turned from one to the other because she’d known she was at the center, and she couldn’t leave either out.
Aidan fucked her with his tongue, and the tears finally started because this was what she would lose. These intimate moments when the world got locked out and no one mattered except the three of them. Nothing mattered but this moment with them.
Even as her body tensed and the orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, so did the pain. She’d needed both—Tristan’s discipline and Aidan’s sweet, giving nature to fully understand what she’d lost.
She sobbed as she came, the tears rolling down her cheeks, and suddenly Tris wasn’t holding her down. He was twining their fingers together, stroking her hair.
“It’s okay, baby.” There were tears in his green eyes, too, though he didn’t shed them. “I’m going to make this right.”
Aidan moved from between her legs and hauled her up, his arms wrapping around her. “Come here. Let me make this better. I love you, Carys. We’re going to get through this.”
“We?” The words came out shaky because she was still holding back. “Don’t you mean you and Tris? You two make all the decisions. I’m just along for the ride.”
Aidan paled. “It wasn’t like that.”
“It wasn’t,” Tristan agreed, starting to move in behind her. “Baby, I wasn’t trying to leave you out. I was protecting you. I’m still going to protect you because I’m not about to allow you to go to Canada.”
Yes, there it was. She pushed back. This was stupid. She was crying and naked, and if she let them she would fuck them both and be their doll again. “Red.”
“Carys.” Her name was a plea from Aidan. “Don’t do this.”
Tristan’s hands had come off her the minute she’d said the word. Her safe word was a blunt instrument when it came to Tristan. “You need aftercare. I can’t leave you like this.”