Page 10 of Living Without

Baxter’s hand slid lower again. “Flat, firm stomach.” They slid to my sides. “Love handles to grab onto. Men are gonna love you.”

Jerimiah and the way he talks sweet…

The button of my jeans was popped open. Turning my head to the side, another whimper escaped me. I thinned my lips as tears pooled behind my shut eyelids.

Jerimiah and…

The zipper was slid down and next I felt the weight leave my thighs, but my whole body jerked up as my jeans and panties were ripped down my body. Cool air touched my skin; my body shook from it and dread filled my stomach. Hands at my thighs roughly spread my legs wide.

Jerimiah, the way his hands caressed my body, the way…

“Fuck, she looks tight,” Baxter said. “Stan, grab that leg.” One arm left my waist, but one still held my chest against his body tightly.

Two fingers were forced inside of me. I winced and whimpered again, biting my lips between my teeth as tears ran down my cheeks.

It hurt. It burned.

He forced them deeper still.

“Hell, I think we have a virgin on our hands, fellas. She’s so tight.”

Stop, stop, stop. Please,I silently begged.

“Fuck, man. That looks hot. Can I wet my tip in your woman?” the man over the other side called.

“No,” Baxter bit out. “I’m gonna need her after this. Such a tight little body. Jesus, I can’t stop pumping my fingers in her hole. Feels so good.”

Each pump was like a shard of glass being stabbed up inside of me. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to fight.

God, I wanted to fight.

My chest heaved; bile filled my mouth.

“She’s gonna chuck,” Stan, the other man holding me, called out.

“Don’t let her,” Baxter barked.

A hand covered my mouth. My ragged breath fought its way out of my nose.

Saxon. The smile I’ve seen from a distance. The warm eyes I’ve seen when he looks at the younger kids.

Saxon. Even his hard gaze did something to me…

“Fuck, you pumping her pussy is making her rub against me. I’m gonna blow my load.”

“I don’t care,” Baxter said. “I’m going in for a taste.” His fingers left me and then…No, no, no…

Saxon. His beautiful green eyes. His black hair. The way he cared, but wouldn’t show it.

When I was sixteen and tackled him to the ground.

He looks up at me with humour showing in his eyes for the first time.

“You wanna get off me, Viper?”

“Do I want to get off on you?”

I hadn’t understood the question because I had been currently on top of Saxon Black trying to save him from Malcolm, my stalker, who had shown up at Mrs Cliff’s to harm us. Still, it was a moment I replayed over and over in my mind. It was a moment where I thought there could have been something between us.

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