Page 37 of Preyless
Slowly, he pulled away from my hand, panting with a gentle smile on his face, as we all stood there. “Topping from the bottom, huh, pretty girl? That’s a dangerous game. We can play it with you, though.”
I smiled along with him. “Casey isn’t the only one who can do it.”
He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really?”
Casey changed topics immediately. “Okay, well…I just came in my pants. Can we go shower now?”
The laugh that escaped me was nothing short of genuine.
Aiden shook his head, but there was no erasing the sated smile on his face. “C’mon. Both of you. We all need one after that.”
Casey laughed. “And a fucking nap.”
THIRTEEN
RORY
Steam waftedthroughout the gigantic bathroom as Aiden and Casey gingerly peeled me out of my soiled, cut t-shirt and bra. They were already naked themselves, quickly shedding their sweatpants, and my eyes roamed over the both of them firmly and appreciatively.
I didn’t know for a fact where we were going to end up.
We could all decide this was a simple one-night stand and move on with our lives.
And it was because of that thought that I allowed myself free rein to appreciate the scary, yet gentle, men before me. The men who could kill someone in a heartbeat and yet continued to treat me as though I was the most delicate flower to exist.
I loved it.
Aiden leaned down and kissed my shoulder affectionately. “Are you okay?”
I nodded my head without a second’s hesitation. “I’m good.”
And for once, it wasn’t a lie.
I was good.
Casey kissed my other shoulder before leaning down and digging through their bathroom vanity. Seconds later, he stoodup tall with a green first aid kit in his hands. I watched as he laid it down on the vanity, opened it up, and reached for the peroxide and waterproof bandages. He dropped down to his knees and inspected the cut on my abdomen from earlier as Aiden walked behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest sweetly. He rested his chin against my shoulder, and I leaned back to enjoy his warmth.
Casey’s face pinched as he drizzled the peroxide on the cut, forcing a whimper out of me. It was the same effect as he tended to the cut on my throat, and then the multiple scrapes along my legs. “I’m sorry, darlin’. Need to make sure you’re good, though.”
“It’s okay.” I smiled down at him, trying to hide my wince. “Comes with the territory, right?”
He placed a kiss on my stomach in response. Butterflies filled me at the action. “They won’t scar. I didn’t think they would, but just so you know.”
I snorted. “Wouldn’t be the first scar I’ve gotten.”
Aiden’s arms tightened around me instantly, and Casey’s eyes shot up to me. While I held humor in my tone, they held…anger. “Is that son of a bitch dead?”
I immediately sombered. “Yes.”
Aiden relaxed against me as Casey nodded. “Good. He would have been within the week if he wasn’t.”
I blinked. “You shouldn’t say things like that. You guys don’t know me.”
Aiden spoke directly in my ear, and I shivered as his warm breath spread against my flesh. “We don’t have to know someone inside and out to know that they don’t deserve to be treated like dog shit. But even still—you’re already special to us. So, yes. I agree with him.”
A sense of wonder flitted through me at their words.
Had I really been the subject of the worst kind of love, all while men like this existed?
