Page 93 of Healing Souls

He kisses me hard, pushing his tongue past my lips, letting me taste myself before pulling back and glancing at Grayson.

“You okay?” he asks.

Grayson readjusts himself and nods as he looks down at me. Running a hand through my hair, he says, “You look so beautiful when you cum.”

We lay in Grayson’s bed for a little while longer, dozing off and on, when someone knocks on the door and slowly pushes it open without waiting for us to respond. Cade steps in. Seeing all of us on the bed, he shuts the door behind him. His eyes lock on mine before his heated gaze slowly scans my body that is only half covered by a blanket.

It almost looks like longing flashes in his eyes but he quickly masks it and looks at the other two. “You should probably get up and come downstairs. Shit is a bit crazy right now.”

Grayson sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes while Ryker just groans and buries his head in my neck. “What’s going on?” he mumbles.

Cade’s eyes lock on mine, and I gulp.Fuck.

“Um, there is something I need to tell you guys,” I say, clearing my throat.

Ryker chuckles and flops back down on the bed. “Yes, Harley, what do you have to tell them?” There is clear amusement in his voice, but when I glance back at him, I can see the hurt and anger in his eyes.

I open my mouth but then shut it, pinching my lips together when a voice that is very much pissed off sounds in the hallway. “I don’t know which room you all are hiding in, but Harley needs to get her ass downstairs before her very Rage-y father comes up here.”

Father… Mother…

“What did you do, Harley?” she screams at me.

The chain tightens around my throat.

I can’t breathe… It’s impossibly tight. She isn’t letting up. Why isn’t she stopping this time?

“Harley! Stop! Harley!” Hands wrap around my wrists, yanking them away from my throat and holding them down.

Someone touches my face and I flinch, trying to pull away… “Harley, please.” The voice is a soft plea, begging. My eyes slowly open, and beautiful green eyes stare back at me. “Breathe with me.”

I gasp for a breath and try to focus on Grayson’s chest rising and falling.

“Good girl, keep breathing. It’s okay, we’ve got you.”

“You’re safe, Harley. You are safe here. You never have to worry about anyone harming you. Even if they tried, we wouldn't let them,” Ryker whispers in my ear.

He sits behind me, his legs bracketing mine while he holds my wrists down by our sides.

The bedroom door slamming causes me to flinch, but I relax when I see it’s Cade. He walks over and sits down on the edge of the bed, looking me over. “Are you alright?”

I give a shaky nod. I do feel better now, and it’s thanks to them.

He sighs, “I stepped out and talked to Axe. He went back downstairs, but he said that they’re waiting for us. Harley, Rage is upset, but he would never hurt you.”

“What happened?” Grayson questions softly.

I open my mouth, but Ryker speaks first. “Let’s just go down. They aren’t going to give us much time before someone comes up to get us.” He stands up and walks to the end of the bed, grabbing my jeans that were tossed to the floor.

I take them and stand up, quickly shoving them on. “I need to run to my room and change,” I mumble, my face turning red.

Ryker smirks but doesn’t say anything, so I rush out of the room and quickly clean myself up, then change my panties. Taking a deep breath, I look at the still damaged mirror.

“You can do this, Harley,” I whisper to myself. “You’re safe. Stand up for yourself.”

Walking out of the room, I find all three of my guys waiting for me. Taking Grayson’s outstretched hand, we all head downstairs to face the brewing storm.

Grayson

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