Liars (The Triad 2) - Page 15

SCARLET

Falling asleep in Seb’s arms on the way to the safe house was the best sleep I’d had in weeks. Did I wake up with my neck in a funny position and every muscle in my body screaming? Yes. But the smell and feel of him was so worth it.

He gently lifted me out of the car and helped me stand up. Stretching felt wonderful and insanely painful all at the same time. He gently lifted my arm over his shoulders and scooped me up, trying as best he could to keep the pressure directly off my ribs.

It didn’t look like any safe house I’d ever been to. All of my family’s places were either hidden in the middle of nowhere or looked like medieval fortresses. The house in front of us was a family home. I looked behind us and saw Tristan picking up a ton of bags.

“Seb, go help him. Just put me down.”

“He’s fine,” he said, brushing off my concern. Since I was in so much pain, I decided to let them baby me without giving them grief for once. Elliot was standing in the front hallway as we made our way inside. His eyes glanced over me with a look that bordered on disgust before Seb continued to carry me up the stairs. I couldn’t blame him, I probably looked and smelled like a sewer rat.

“Let’s get you a shower, pet,” he whispered into my ear.

I let my head roll into the crook of his neck and inhaled.

“You smell good,” I groaned as I nipped at the soft flesh there.

“Scarlet,” he warned in a tone that lacked real threat.

“Sebastian,” I sang back to him. “Do you know what I just realized?” We turned a tight corner and entered a fairly large bedroom and then into the adjoining bathroom.

“What’s that, baby?”

“We’re both going to be naked in there,” I said, nodding towards the shower as he sat me down on the toilet. He turned on the water and then knelt in between my legs. His smile was enough to turn my pain into butterflies as he looked up at me.

His fingertips skimmed across my waist, pulling my shirt up until he helped me pull my arms free. Moving to the cabinet, he dug through all the stuff under the sink before pulling out a first aid kit.

“I’m going to use scissors and just cut your sports bra off, yeah? It’ll hurt like a bitch to pull that off with the state you’re in.”

“You’re kind of killing the mood here, handsome,” I said, smiling at him as he cut off the straps and then straight up the middle of the bra. He peeled it off my dirty, bloody skin and let his thumbs graze over my nipples. My breathing hitched, and the pain in my chest was the last thing on my mind.

I leaned into his touch, and he took the opportunity to help me stand and pull off my old pajama shorts and soiled underwear. I probably should’ve had the decency to be embarrassed, but I couldn’t with Seb. He was my first of the boys, the one that cared the hardest beneath his rough exterior, and I knew none of this would make him look at me any different or care for me any less.

He helped me stay upright while using his free hand to strip himself of all of his clothing. I got a thrill when he dropped his briefs and saw he was already hard, standing out proudly below the sharp vee of his hips. It was all I could do to not drop to my knees and taste him again.

“I can see what you’re thinking, little one,” he said as he stepped out of his boxers. “But we both need a shower.”

“Fine. Spoilsport,” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek before he lifted me up and carried me into the shower. He made sure I was safely on my feet before coaxing me back into the water.

God, did that feel good.

He washed my hair and conditioned it four times before he could get all the knots out with his fingers. His hands were gentle as they explored and washed my body, the water running a rusty red at our feet. I could feel my muscles relaxing under the heat of the water and his careful ministrations.

He switched our positions, and I held on to him while he bathed himself. I couldn’t lift my hands too high because of my ribs, but they could easily move across his abs and hips. He groaned as I moved lower, taking the length of him in my slippery hand and stroking him from base to tip.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said as he pushed his forehead on mine, his eyes closing and breath coming hot and fast against my lips. “You should be resting.”

“I’ve missed you. I need this, Seb. Please,” I begged. I did need it. I needed to feel close to him, to know he was really there in front of me, that he was real. “I’ve missed the way you sound when you come for me.”

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath. “I should be the bigger person here, but I’m already so close this won’t last long, anyway.” He gave a little laugh, and I smiled as I took his mouth in mine, tasting him and drinking him in. The water poured over our faces as his hips bucked into my hand.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged him as he broke the kiss and moaned as both my hand movements and his hips became more erratic. “Come for me.” He chanted my name over and over again under his breath before coming all over my stomach and hand.

As he came down from his high, he kissed his way across my jaw, my neck, my cheeks, and finally my mouth. I laughed as he rinsed the evidence of his orgasm away before sweeping me up into his arms again.

“Your turn, little minx.”

Next thing I knew, he had thrown a towel down on the bed and laid me on top of it before descending on my pussy like a starving man. I cried out and gripped my fingers into his wet hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth and pushed a finger inside of me.

“Yes,” I breathed as he continued his assault, pushing me closer and closer to the delirious edge of my orgasm. His fingers kept curling, his teeth kept nibbling, and he kept growling, making his lips vibrate against me. I couldn’t catch my breath, and he just continued, pushing and curling, sucking and biting, until with a scream and a flood of heat, I came.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he said, cleaning me up with tortuously slow licks across every inch of my cunt. He grinned and took his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, before disappearing into the bathroom and coming back out with more fluffy white towels.

“Now, how about we dry you off so that you can get some sleep until the doctor comes?”

Sounded really fucking good to me.

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