Page 70 of Beautifully Shattered
“Yeah, yeah. I know.”
“Ahhh, is Abbey alright?” JD asks, peeling off the cum-filled condom from his now lax cock.
Stiffening under the blankets, Abbey grips my hand like she is silently begging me to make her invisible, and I can’t help but grin.
“She’s okay. Probably just a little mortified.”
The moment the words leave my lips, Abbey’s elbow jams into my ribs, and I wheeze out a cough as Jols and JD laugh at my expense.
“Come on, Babydoll. Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up.” JD grins at Jols, and I can’t help but notice the smile they share.
It’s weird seeing them like this. Jols with her walls down, and JD actually giving a shit about a chick. There’s more than lust in their eyes, and although I kinda knew something was going on between them, I hadn’t realised it had gotten this serious.
Casting my eyes down to my blanket, I give Jols and JD a sliver of privacy as they scramble off his bed and he chases her into the bathroom.
I noticed her bullet wound is healing near her collarbone. It’s going to leave one hell of a scar. Despite her injury, she’srecovering quickly, but I’d bet my money the drinks she’s consumed today are the reason she doesn’t seem all that bothered by it.
Tomorrow will probably hurt like a bitch, though.
“Are they gone?” Abbey whispers from under the blanket, and I chuckle, peeling it back to see her hair plastered to her sweaty forehead.
“They’re showering,” I confirm, brushing the damp strands off her face. “I dirtied up your pretty pussy.”
She giggles at my words, but a second later, her smile slips, and I know exactly where her mind has gone.
Back to her fucked-up reality.
“You did. I guess I got you dirty too.”
Her voice is quiet, almost hollow. I fucking hate seeing her like this. It’s so fucking cruel.
“Once they’re done, I’ll get you washed. But for now, this’ll have to do.”
Reaching behind me, I snatch up the towel from earlier, and ease my cock out from between her thighs, and we get to work, cleaning ourselves up as much as we can, my cum and her blood already sticky and drying in some places.
Abbey doesn’t speak, her eyes fixed on the floor like looking at me might make her break.
This isn’t about me, though. It’s about her and the unthinkable pain she’s choking on every second she remembers what she’s lost.
She moves to sit at the end of my bed, wearing nothing but my shirt, her drenched panties now wrapped up in the towel, forgotten. She stares at her feet, blankly, saying nothing while she waits.
“Can I get you anything, Angel?” I sit beside her, but she shakes her head.
It’s fucking hard not to take her silence personally. I wish I was enough for her. Enough to glue her broken heart back together and bury the ache in her chest.
Nothing will ever be enough to fix that kind of pain.
With my hands resting on the tops of my thighs, I sit beside her in silence, letting it stretch, giving her the space she needs right now without making her feel alone.
Running my hands over my legs a few times, my pinky brushes hers, and before I can move it away, she hooks hers with mine, like she needs that simple connection.
I’ll give her whatever she needs, no questions asked, so we sit in that quiet silence, only this time, our fingers are linked together.
When JD and Jols finally emerge from the bathroom, with steam billowing out behind them, their grins drop the moment they take in the sombre mood of the room.
Moving to Abbey, Jols lowers to her haunches, getting in Abbey’s line of sight.
“I’ve got some clean clothes for you.” Jols gestures to the chair in the corner. “One of the old ladies had a spare pair of leathers, and Casey gave me some underwear for you in case you needed it.”
