Page 112 of Redeemed

As soon as everyone is finished, I grab all our bowls and slip downstairs to put them in the sink. I don’t mind missing a few minutes. I love the movie, so I’ve watched it enough that I could probably recite most of the dialogue word for word.

When I get back, Lucas has his arms crossed while he glowers at the TV. I can think of about a dozen ways to wipe that pout off his face, none of which are available to me at the moment. Later, though. Definitely later.

I sit down between him and Haven. She’s hugging her knees to her chest while chewing on her bottom lip. We’ve all changed a lot over the past few years, but Haven’s anxiety has stuck to her like glue. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve watched her fend off—or succumb to—one of her panic attacks.

It happens nearly every time I secretly follow her around campus. Seeing her anxiety get the better of her always makes my heart ache. There’s a part of me that wants to help her, but I’ve never given in.

Until now, I suppose.

“Lie down,” I command, keeping my voice soft.

Haven’s eyebrows pull together. “Why? What’re you gonna do?”

“I just want to play with your hair. Come on. Lie down with your head in my lap.”

It doesn’t look like she wants to—ofcourseshe doesn’t want to—but she does it anyway. She’s learning quickly that she has little power here. We own every piece of her, and she’s ours to do with as we please.

Once she’s comfortable, I stroke her hair. It’s soft, and I twist one of the purple sections around my finger and tug lightly. Haven makes a displeased sound, which has me smirking at Lucas. He doesn’t look amused, though—just pissed.

I lean in closer to him with my hand still in Haven’s hair. “Jealous, Ace?”

“Do I need to be?” he asks, even though my boy already knows the answer.

“Never.” My lips meet his in a hard kiss. No one could ever tear the two of us apart. Hell, I chased him across two states when I was seventeen so we could be together. Lucas is my life.

Myeverything.

Lucas doesn’t look quite as grumpy when we pull back. And as I resume stroking Haven’s hair, his gaze drops to her, and his eyes go soft for a split second before he turns back to the TV.

I keep my free hand on Lucas’s thigh while I pet Haven’s hair. When we reach my favorite part of the movie, I glance down to see Haven’s reaction, only to find her eyes closed. Her breaths are slow and deep, and I smile to myself.

Silly, silly girl, leaving herself in such a vulnerable state.

Careful not to disturb her, I nudge Luc and nod to Haven’s sleeping body. This time, when he looks down at her, something dark sparks in his eyes.

Lucas may submit to me, but no one else gets that honor. That side of him is mine and mine alone. Outside of our dynamic, we’re into a lot of the same things. Having our own living, breathing sex toy to play with is giving us the opportunity to fulfill a lot of our joint fantasies.

Lucas’s hand follows mine as I run it over her hair. “That was a pretty naive mistake for her to make.”

“Agreed,” I whisper.

Slowly, I slide down the couch and readjust Haven so her head is resting on my stomach instead of my thighs. I tug my sweatpants down, and Lucas helps me get them off enough that my cock springs free. It’s barely an inch from Haven’s lips.

Taking my dick in one hand, I use the other to hold Haven’s head in place. Her mouth is already open a little, so I’m able to slide inside without much trouble. It’s so warm, and the friction from the tip of my cock sliding against her tongue pulls a quiet moan from me.

Colton’s gaze slides from the movie to us, and he raises a brow. When I thrust into her mouth, he smirks. “She’s gonna be pissed when she wakes up.”

“Good.” Still holding her head, I yank up her shirt until her breasts are exposed. Her nipples are hard, and I lightly pinch one of them between my fingers.

Haven stirs, but her eyes stay closed. I pump into her mouth again, managing to get in an extra inch. She still doesn’t wake.

Knowing she’s unconscious while I do this to her makes it feel so much better. Not only does she have no choice in what I do to her, but she doesn’t even know I’m using her like this. It’s my favorite kind of free use.

“I wanna watch you play with her tits,” I tell Lucas lowly.

My boy doesn’t have to be told twice. He slides to the ground in front of her. At first, all he does is trace the fine lines of the tattoo on Haven’s chest. Eventually, he works himself up to groping her breasts, hesitantly at first before he goes a bit harder. “God, they’re so soft. I just wanna…”

He doesn’t finish, but I know what he wants. He leans forward, and his lips close around one of her nipples. With a groan from deep in his throat, he sucks it while swiping the pad of his thumb over her other one.

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