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We lay there silently, not speaking. Whatever words need to be spoken can wait until we both have clearer heads. Right now, the pain shooting through me is too much, and I honestly can’t think beyond it.
My thoughts immediately drift to my mom. The thoughts that I wouldn’t be here in this pain if it wasn’t for her. Her actions set off a chain of events that have put me here.
When I was laying on the floor of the bathroom, I thought I knew what being alone was. But hearing myself cry, feeling the physical pain of that emptiness, it wrecked me. There was no one to fight for me, no one to protect me. Even the guys didn’t find me until after. Having no one to love me, to care for me. Being alone is suffocating.
“Please don’t leave me. I’m so tired of being alone. Please don’t leave me,” I sob into his chest. My body shakes with emotion. All the pain, all the hurt and loneliness, is just seeping out and grabbing the closest thing to hold on to. That just happens to be Mason.
“Shh, Red. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone. I’m right here,” he says as he rubs circles on my back. “Close your eyes. Rest.”
“Promise you won’t leave?” I sounds needy and I hate it. But it’s all I know at this moment.
“I promise. I’m not going anywhere. Just sleep.” He leans in and lightly kisses my lips. His strong arms wrap around me cautiously tighter.
Nodding, I slowly let out a long exhale and dig further into him. I let his presence and comfort slowly relax me, slowly pulling me to a state of calm.
I listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, his soft breathing, and feel the repeating patterns on my back. I let go and finally let myself cave.
I give in to the darkness.
twenty-four
MASON
The steady soundsof her breathing let me know that she finally fell asleep. I pull back slightly and marvel in her beauty. Her skin is so soft, so pale. There are tiny little freckles that pepper her skin. Her lips part slightly, and she lets out a soft moan. That sound instantly goes straight to my dick.
Now’s not the time, fella.
But my dick doesn’t care. There’s an extremely sexy woman in my arms, a beautiful set of tits pressed up against me, and it just heard a moan. My dick’s reporting for duty.
And that mouth. I’m not gonna lie. I’m incredibly jealous that Dax got to feel those lips wrapped around his dick. I bet she looked incredible looking up at him. Fuck. This is not helping my boner.
I can’t help it, though. Phoenix is one of the sexiest women I have ever met. Her fuck you attitude, the way she carries herself, her beauty. I’m in a constant state of hardness when I’m around her. The small little tastes I’ve had, they just aren’t enough. I want all of her.
And that’s what has thrown a wrench in every single one of our plans. Her. This woman’s a force all on her own. She’s like the human form of the Greek Goddess Bia. She’s a personification of raw energy, anger and force. Everything we have thrown at her, she fights back with so much power. She never bows to us, never bends.
Yet today, she cracked. Today, she fell apart and completely broke down, and I wasn’t there to catch her. Which is a weird thought in itself, that I want to catch her. Don’t I want to see her in pieces? Isn't that what we’ve wanted from the start?
The three of us have been working to tear her to the point of her breaking. To getting her out of here. Bianca and the twits did what we couldn’t do. But here I am, with her in my arms, and I’m angry that they hurt her. I’m ready to rage on them for touching her. Rip them to shreds for putting a hand on her. Fuck. This is all fucked.
My phone goes off, and I take it out of my pocket. It’s a text in the group chat with me and the guys.
Dax: Bianca and the canker sores claim little bird started it.
Me: That’s obviously a lie.
Dax: Yeah, I know. Problem is, they already went to the headmaster.
Colt: Shit.
Dax: Yeah. I’m trying to do damage control, but unless we want to get my dad involved, we won’t be able to help her. And I really don’t want to get him involved just yet. We don’t know the full story. He would absolutely take this as an opportunity to get her out.
Me: She could get expelled for this.
Dax: I’m trying to talk him into detention. See what favors I can call in.
Colt: Do we need to dig up dirt?
Dax: No, let’s not yet. I have a feeling we’ll need it later on with the way these cunts keep acting. How’s Spitfire?