Page 30 of The Forgotten

Aled attempts to punch me, but I duck low and swipe his feet out from under him with a grin as he falls on his ass.

“You should get back into the gym and spar with me,” I suggest, glancing up as Cai snorts. “Both of you. Six in the morning. I’ll be by to drag your asses out of bed. We need to be at our best, and I have to say, you leave a lot to be desired.”

“You’re a dick,” Aled says. “I have stitches, remember?”

“Oops,” I say unrepentantly. “We’ll get Dr. Royal out here to fix you right up if you pop any trying to show me up.”

I walk back to my room slowly to make a point, but really, I’m listening to Gareth and Olivia fuck.

My dick is dripping with precum and I’m jealous she didn’t want me. I’m in so much trouble. I’m going to have to play nice with her, aren’t I?

OLIVIA

My body is sore as I wake up the next morning, and I whimper as I stretch. Gareth tore through every idea I had about self defense, and then corrected it so I have the ability to survive if I’m ever in the position where I’ll need it.

Being a prisoner in this house, I know I will.

“Please stop making those cute little noises,” Gareth groans, pulling me across the bed to tuck me against his chest.

Freezing, my eyes pop open, because we’ve both given each other space all night to sleep.

“I want to cuddle,” he huffs out. “Relax so I don’t feel like I’m snuggling a wooden board.”

“I don’t know how to cuddle,” I confess.

I’ve been on guard most of my life, and I don’t even think I hugged my own kid enough while she was growing up. It’s been an experience watching her get used to being loved on and hugged. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can still fuck your kid up.

Other times, if you’re lucky, it’s not beyond repair.

“Good thing for you, I’m a great teacher,” Gareth says confidently.

“You’re also a loud one,” I smirk. “I can’t imagine what your brothers must think we were doing in here last night.”

“Yes you do,” he says, leaving no room between us as he wraps his arms around me. I’m plastered against his chest, and while I’m wearing pajamas that he bought me, he’s only in his boxers. There’s so much skin on display. “They definitely think we were fucking, pretty angel.”

“I’m not an angel,” I snort, giving in and wrapping my hands around his biceps. My body slowly melts into his body’s warmth before I focus on the first part of his sentence. “They don’t think that, do they?”

“Oh yeah,” Gareth purrs, his lips finding my neck to kiss it.

“You can’t kiss me there,” I say, trying to wiggle away.

His leg wraps around my waist to keep me solidly against him, and I whimper as his heavy cock presses against my ass.

“Why not?” he asks. “When was the last time you had sex?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth on that,” I sigh. I have never had consensual sex in my life. I was a virgin when Mallan and his pack kidnapped me, and sex hasn’t been a priority for me since.

“It’s gonna piss me off, huh?” he asks, holding me tighter.

I don’t know when we went from wanting to kill each other to this. I really don’t. I would say this might be Stockholm Syndrome, but it hasn’t been long enough for that to kick in. Gareth is like a psychotic puppy in a lot of ways. I’m not sure which one of them is safer, him or the dog that is sleeping at the foot of the bed.

He wasn’t kidding when he said Balthy would be allowed to sleep with us. Yes, I’ve given the dog a nickname in my head because ‘Balthazar’ is a mouthful for me.

“Probably,” I mumble. “I’m trying to decide if I like cuddling with you or not before I burst the bubble.”

“There’s no bubble with me,” he says, propping his chin on my shoulder. “Bad shit happens, and the men who did this are dead. You wouldn’t have gone back to work or even have left the institute if they weren’t. Am I angry that you’ve been mistreated, and all pissed at my brothers? Yes, I most definitely am. But I’ll still continue to hug you because I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Okay good. I haven’t had sex in a really long time,” I say, half answering his question.