SCARLET
For an entire week, none of the guys would let me leave my bed. It was fucking excruciating to just lie there and watch TV and heal. I did manage to get through a lot of seasons of Grey’s Anatomy though.
The doctor they kept on their payroll was hovering over my shoulder, prodding here and there and making me slowly lift my arm up and down. It was still stiff as hell, but I had been doing my exercises every day, and it seemed to be getting better. I gritted my teeth through the pain and gave him a wide, fake smile when he looked down at me.
“I think you’re okay to start moving around again. But maybe we take it easy and try not to get shot?” Humor lit up his eyes, and I gave him a pity laugh.
“What about training?” Seb asked from across the room where he had been watching. He had been watching very closely every time the doctor came by just to make sure his hands weren’t going anywhere they didn’t need to be going. For someone who had already shared me with Tristan and seemed to be okay with it if Elliot wanted to join in as well, he was extremely possessive.
“She needs to get full range of motion back from this arm before she starts back into anything too heavy. Just nothing that puts too much strain on that left shoulder.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
The doctor nodded and gathered his things. “I’ll go see Mr. Elliot now and then be on my way. Let me know if you need anything at all. Okay, miss?”
I smiled and waited until he was out of the room before I stood out of the covers and made my way over to the bathroom. Sebastian followed behind me. He had taken over the role of my caregiver, and bath time seemed to be his favorite time.
“Care to let me fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, pet?” I turned the water on and then spun around and threw my shirt over my head with my good arm, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I laughed while I watched him undress as quickly as humanly possible. His erection stood proudly out from his body, a drop of precum already glistening above his piercing. He advanced on me, slipping his thumbs into the sides of my thong and pulling to down to the floor for me to step out of.
He walked us into the shower and pressed my back up against the cold tile. I let out a little yelp, but with the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, it quickly turned into a moan. Seb gripped my jaw, and I locked eyes with him for as long as I could as he slowly slid inside of me. At some point, my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the pure bliss of him filling me up, that piercing dragging along all the right nerves.
“I love the way you feel around my cock. You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned against my neck. “We’ve got a meeting downstairs with the guys, so this is going to have to be quick, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, just shut up and fuck me, Seb.” I gripped his hair as he let out one last groan before slipping completely out of me and then slamming back in. I gripped his shoulders with my good arm and his hair with my other while he fucked me into oblivion.
“Do you like that, precious?” His breath was hot on my ear, and his words sent shivers down my spine. “Are you my dirty little slut?” I let out a whimper as he slammed inside of me. God I fucking loved it when he talked to me like that. Never in a million years would I have ever let a guy talk to me like that outside of the bedroom, but at times like this, it went straight to my pussy. “Answer me.” A wave of fire spread through my body
“Yes, sir,” I said into his hair that I still had in a vise grip. “I’m your dirty little slut.” I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. “Fuck me harder, please, Seb. I’m so close.” I was a simpering mess around his cock as his thumb gently rolled around my clit. He lifted his head and watched me as he squeezed my clit, and I fell over the edge, sparks igniting at the base of my spine and spreading out into my fingers and toes.
“Fuck,” he whimpered. I loved it when he was so lost in me that he couldn’t even be bothered to act tough anymore. Like he couldn’t actually get enough of me. He may have been a tough-as-shit gangbanger, but I was able to bring him to his knees. With one more hard thrust that damn near pushed me through the wall, he came inside of me, his breath panting against my neck.
I kissed his hair, and he let me slide down his body, his cock sliding out of me easily with both of our releases coating it. His arms caged me in against the wall, and I smiled up at him. I trailed my fingers up over his chiseled abs and across his pecs, following the outlines of his tattoos. He blew out a breath and looked at me with his pretty brown eyes. I was still caught off guard by how handsome he was.
“So I’ve been meaning to ask…” I let my voice trail off. I had been meaning to talk to him about the whole sharing me thing with him for a while now, but it had never felt like the right time. I could also probably chalk it up to me being a pussy when it came to communicating my feelings. I inwardly cringed at the thought.
“Yes, pet?” He leaned down and kissed my cheek, nuzzling into my hair.
“Do you really not care about sharing me with Tristan?” His mouth caught my ear and then moved down my neck, making my breath catch in my throat.
“Who am I to make you choose?” He licked up the side of my neck. “I’m happy to share you if that’s what makes you happy. Don’t overthink it. Tristan and I don’t give a fuck about it.” I sighed a happy sigh, content to let that be the truth for the time being. I was still going to have to talk to Tristan about it, and if I was ever able to break down Elliot’s walls, he was going to have to get on board with this as well. My boys. My little harem. I smiled up at him.
“Want to help me clean up so that we can go to this little meeting you were talking about?” I kissed his chest, trailing my tongue over his skin. He gave a small shudder and then grabbed my face into a punishing kiss. His tongue darted into my mouth, claiming it as his, sweeping it across my own. He spun us around and backed me into the warm spray of the water, soaking my hair before letting go of my mouth with a growl.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweet cheeks.” He smacked my ass and then proceeded to wash my hair.
* * *
The other two were already sitting in the living room when Seb and I made our way downstairs. I had stolen a pair of his sweatpants and one of his shirts to wear. Everything smelled like him, and I pulled the shirt up over my nose as I curled up next to Tristan. He pulled me onto his lap and began plaiting my hair.
I watched Elliot from across the room. I hadn’t seen him since that night since we were both banished to our respective rooms to heal. His torso was bare as well, and he had a clean patch on his side where he had been stabbed. Other than that, he looked perfect. My finger itched to go play with his hair that he had decided to wear down. It grazed his broad shoulders, and when I looked up at his face, he was staring back at me. I winked and earned myself an eye roll.
Progress.
I leaned back into Tristan’s chest as he finished with my hair and let him wrap his arms around my waist.
“I got the all clear today,” I said, pulling Seb’s shirt off my face.
“She got the half clear,” Seb corrected. I flipped him off and settled further into Tristan’s lap. Tristan laughed and gave me a squeeze.
“Alright, then, now that my medical updates are out, how’s Elliot’s stab wound?”
“It’s fine,” he grunted. I rolled my eyes.
“Okay,” I drawled. “Why’re we having a little family meeting?”
“We got some new intel about Derek and the MadDawgs.”
“Wait,” I interrupted. “That’s the name of their fucking gang?” I asked, laughing. Tristan nodded. “The MadDawgs? Jesus Christ, what a name.”