Page 132 of Beautifully Shattered
We roll and tumble on the bed, my pussy and his dick not getting the memo that they’ve just had an orgasm, and I blindly hook my fingers into my panties, trying to shove them down.
“Uh-uh,” he mutters into my mouth before breaking the kiss and pushing up to loom over me. “No sex yet. You’ve got two more weeks.”
“I’m fine. I’m ready now.”
“Doctor said six weeks, Angel. I won’t fuck you a minute before.”
Huffing, my arms flop back onto the bed, and I pout.
“You’re no fun.”
His smile is gentle as he brushes my wayward hair off my face.
“You didn’t think that a minute ago.”
I roll my eyes, but the sudden sound of his phone ringing has us both freezing.
It’s three in the morning. Calls at this hour are never good.
Shifting off me, Ringo reaches for his phone on the bedside table, his brows shooting up as he looks at the screen.
“It’s your friend.”
He turns the screen to me, the name ‘HUSH’ flashing across the display, which is weird, since she’s not verbal. She usually just texts.
Then I notice it’s actually a video call, and my pulse jitters as I sit up, quickly patting my hair down and wiping my neck in case there’s any cum left.
Then I hit accept.
The screen flickers, the frame frozen for a few seconds before Dee’s face comes into view.
“Dee? Is everything alright?”
She smiles and nods, giving me a thumbs up.
“Uhhh, what has you calling me at three in the morning?”
She grabs a notepad and scribbles something on it before holding it up to the camera.
‘It’s only 2:30 in the morning here.’
My brows shoot up, and Ringo’s head pops into the frame beside mine.
“Where are you?”
She scribbles again, then turns it to us.
‘Darwin.’
I stiffen. “Darwin? As in the Northern Territory?ThatDarwin?”
She nods, her smirk almost shit-eating.
Again, she writes on the notepad before showing us.
‘Look who I found.’
My heart pounds. I already know who it is, but there’s no need to answer because she shifts the camera until it lands on someone in the background, strung up to an overhead beam, his naked body covered in cuts and bruises as he quietly whimpers.
