Page 66 of The Saviors: Part One
Sean searches my face, then reaches for my cock again. “I still want your cum down my throat.” He sucks me back into his mouth before I can reply. He starts sucking me hard and fast. I tighten my hand in his hair and start fucking his mouth. He moans around the head, and it’s more than I can take.
I reach over and slide my fingers inside Chelsea. “Rub your clit.”
She starts rubbing tight circles while I rub her g-spot. My hips are hammering forward, sinking into Sean’s throat. His hand is moving fast and erratic on his cock. Chelsea lets go of a scream that echoes around the kitchen. Sean’s moan vibrates against the head of my cock when he busts all over his hand. I jerk his head forward, bury myself as far as I can, and come down his throat. When I finish, he lets me slip free and sits back on his heels.
I wait for the awkwardness to set in because I just fucked my best guy friend’s throat while I fingered our girlfriend. It doesn’t happen, so I reach down and help Sean to his feet. I should have done this before I shoved my cock in his mouth, but I seal my lips over his. He melts against me, letting me stroke his tongue with mine.
He pulls back out of breath. “Well, this changes things,” Sean says.
We all exchange a look and bust out laughing. It does change things.
But not in a bad way.
* * *
After our funin the kitchen, we took Chelsea upstairs to clean her up. We all kissed and explored each other’s bodies. It was like I was seeing Sean for the first time, and I was worried that it would ruin our friendship. But as soon as we were done, we went right back to joking and throwing insults at each other.
Sean and I came downstairs to give Chelsea time to get dressed, and she comes down ten minutes later, laying a folder in front of us. I look at her face, and I don’t like what I see. It looks like she’s been crying, and she looks resigned.What the hell?
“Everything that happened to me is in there,” she says quietly. “If you have any questions, I can answer them. This will give you an idea, and I can fill in the rest.”
Sean and I exchange an uneasy glance. “You don’t have to do this, Gorgeous.”
She smiles sadly. “I do. I really feel like we’re building something here, and you deserve the truth. I’ll give you a minute.”
She walks out of the living room, and we stare at the folder feeling the dread set in. Sean finally reaches forward and grabs it. “We have to handle this the right way, Sean. No matter how pissed we get, she can’t see that.”
He nods. “Agreed. Let’s also make a pact that we’re going to find out who this motherfucker is and make him pay painfully for ever laying a hand on her.” I nod, and he raises his fist. I bump it with mine and steel myself when he opens the first folder.
It’s in Chelsea’s handwriting, and it’s a complete recollection of her relationship. From the moment they started dating, getting married, and how he changed. At first, it was verbal. Yelling, cussing, and accusing. Then he hit her the first time because she didn’t have dinner on the table when he got home from work. Then he came after her with a belt.
“Goddamnit,” Sean grits out. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“She trusted us with this, man.”
“I know, but fuck.” His voice comes out hoarse and broken for what she went through.
I swallow the lump in my throat and continue to read. Words keep clawing into my brain, and all I want to do is tear this asshole apart.Beatings. Belt. Burns. Knife. Rape.
“I can’t do it,” I choke out. “Holy shit.”
Sean closes the folder, tosses it onto the coffee table, and turns to me. He has tears in his eyes, and it’s more than I can take. I jerk him into a hug. “We have to be strong for her,” he whispers. “She deserves us to be strong.”
“We will,” I promise. I knew it was bad, but she endured fucking years of this shit and still found it in her heart to open herself up to Sean and me. I kiss Sean’s forehead on instinct.
“Don’t be going soft on me, Godzilla,” he mumbles, making me chuckle. I appreciate his humor, even though it pisses me off sometimes. He knows I’m teetering on the edge of a rampage and can pull me back from that brink.
“Shut up, shit for brains.” I push him away from me. “Here I was, trying to be nice, and you have to ruin it.”
“You got all melty. It’s not a good look.”
“Fuck off.” I shake my head and take a breath. “We need to talk to her.”
Sean nods and calls for her to come back into the room. When she walks in, she’s still crying, but I can see the determination in her eyes. She spins so her back is to us and jerks her shirt off. “Chelsea, you don’t—”
She cuts Sean off by holding up her hand. “I do.” She moves her hair to the side so we can see. “Most of them are from the repeat beatings from a belt. He would wait until they were almost healed and then hit the same spot again so it would bust back open. The little circle ones are cigar burns. The biggest one is from a knife. He didn’t like the dress I was wearing, so he cut it off, slicing up my back in the process.” She slides her shirt back on and curls up in the chair in front of the big bay window. She wipes the tears from her cheeks and takes a shuddering breath. “I hooked up with Brady two weeks after Cole and Axel left. I was so desperate for love that I would have taken it from anywhere. At first, he was the perfect boyfriend. He spoiled me endlessly, was attentive, and treated me so good, so when he proposed three months in, of course, I said yes.
“We got married right after, and it’s like it set something off in him. He would yell over dumb shit, and at first, I fought back. We would have yelling matches daily. I wasn’t smart, pretty, or skinny enough anymore. I was useless, plain, and too fat to fit the image of a future judge’s wife. The night I tried to leave him is when he beat me with the belt for the first time. I quickly lost myself. Lost who I was before him, and I just let it happen,” she finishes in a whisper.
