would never have gotten involved with this psycho piece of nothing if I had
realized any sooner what the hell she wanted. I swear to you, she told me
she just wanted to talk to you and try and tell you off of dating Alex. I
would never hurt a woman.”
I turn my head, not wanting to talk anymore. All the adrenaline seems to
be wearing off, and my body is slowly starting to hurt more and more, so I
just curl in a ball and hope that the cops get here before anyone else decides
my life isn’t worthwhile.
Theo
This whole night has been too much. Amelia had been so stubborn about
that alert necklace when I gave it to her, but I’m relieved as fuck that she
was able to use it. We were still combing through footage of traffic cameras
when the alert went off, the call coming through that they had a location on
her.
Now I’m speeding towards her, unsure what I’m going to find when I get
there. I stumble out of the car, looking around and freezing when I see one
of my co-workers on site. I wasn’t close with the guy, so that didn’t stop me
from storming up to him and punching him in the face. Someone holds me
back before I can go in for another round, all sound and voices around me
dimming as I focus on the fact that this asshole was responsible for taking
my girl.
“Cool it, Theo or you’re going to be waiting for everyone else to do your
job for you. I can’t sit here and let you attack him. He’ll be dealt with. Find
Amelia.”
As soon as her name is said, there’s scuffling in the shed a few feet
behind where John is sitting on top of Sophie, and as much as I want to
‘accidentally’ stomp on her face with my boots as I pass her, I spit instead,
making sure it gets right in her ugly fucking eyeball. I make sure the cops
are getting them both before I can let myself look behind the door.
I have no idea what to expect, and I’m terrified to find out. But I hear a
broken sob and some vomiting, sending me flying in to whatever I’ll find. I
dive down to my knees, looking her over for injuries. My first instinct is to
scoop her up, but if she has any sort of neck or back injuries, I’ll only hurt
her worse.
“Sweetheart, talk to me. What hurts? Oh God, Amelia, I’m so sorry.”
I see the zip tied handcuffs on her and pull out a knife to cut through
them, rubbing her wrists as she pulls herself to me.
“My head. They hit me with…I think they said a crowbar? And I cut my
arm.”
“Can I move you? Nothing else hurts?”
EMTs arrive anyway with a stretcher, stabilizing her neck to be safe as I
follow next to her, eyes blurry and locked onto hers. Seeing her on there is
too reminiscent of the night I found her in the fire, seeing her body
crumpled and bleeding. At least this time she’s conscious and knows me
and isn’t trying to die on me.
I breathe even easier when she’s hooked up and I can see that her vitals
are all stable, clinging on to her like I’m the one that needs comforting.
“I swear to God Amelia, we’re not ever letting you out of our sight again.
This is just getting ridiculous. I know I signed up to be your guy, but the
prince can only rescue the princess so many times before it starts looking
like a setup.”
She cracks a smile at my lame attempt at levity, her gorgeous eyes letting
a few tears out. I wipe them off, scooting behind her so her head is almost
cradled in my lap while she’s on the stretcher. I text the other guys to just
meet us at the hospital as the doors close and we go flying down the road. I
send up a grateful prayer that I got to her again before anything worse
happened.
I kiss her forehead, trying to imagine life without her; I have no idea how
the other guys survived as long as they did without her in their life, she’s
the kind of girl that sinks into your bloodstream. You can try and bleed it all
out, but you’ll never be completely cured.
“Tell me something good, sweetheart.”
She blinks up at me, eyes roaming around to try and see me better. I lean
in, get nice and close, let her see the devotion I hope is coming through
every pore of my face.
“Sophie is going to jail, and I kind of just realized that I’m getting
married?”
I bark out a laugh, wishing I could kiss the ring on her hand but they’ve
got an IV in that arm so it’s pretty sedentary.
“I mean, I feel like you kind of knew that.”
“Did I? Their parents- everyone was supportive. I wasn’t sure how that
was all going to play out.”
“Well, good parents support their kid when they’re happy, regardless of
what that happiness looks like. I’m glad they’ve got that, that you’ve got
that.”
It doesn’t take long before we get to the hospital, nice thing about living
in a small town. Everything you really need is nearby. The guys are all
waiting by the ER entrance when they start wheeling her in, and the EMTs
pause for a second since she’s stable for them to touch her and see for
themselves she’s okay.
“Only the fiancé can come back with her, the rest of you need to wait in
the waiting area.”
They all still follow and the EMT glares.
“We’re all the fiancé.”
Wow, that face was priceless. Let’s stir shit up. He recovers his
professional face quickly and shakes his head, like he needs to physically
dispel all the questions that just surfaced before he says something stupid.
“Fine. One of you can come through, the rest wait out here.”
I see Alex falling apart, clearly thinking it was his fault she got taken
since she was waiting for him to take her home when he ran inside. He
looks broke, his face red and puffy with a plethora of fluids running down it
as he tries not to shake too hard where he stands.
“Alex? All yours man. She’ll be okay, promise.”
He looks like a deer in headlights for a minute, like he’s not sure he
deserves to go see her, but Cameron claps him on the back and urges him
forward, making him stumble a bit before he regains his footing and hugs
me. I was still kind of getting used to the fact that we were all family now,
and it was hard breaking into a tight-knit group like theirs, but they hadn’t
even tried to cut me out of her life and had been extremely gracious about
letting me in on the ring and the non-proposal. I had been ready to throw
down and demand a spot with them, but they must have seen how deep
Amelia was inside my soul because they all unanimously included me
without much thought.
I hug him back, allowing some of the tension of the night to escape with
it. We stand there for a minute, letting the fragile bond between us that men
aren’t supposed to nurture so deep strengthen and heal us a little, before he
pulls away, giving me a look that says more than words ever could. He
follows after Amelia, leaving us to collapse into the sticky vinyl chairs that
haven’t been updated in this decade.
I fill Cameron and Constantine in on what had happened, and they fist
bump each other at the news that Sophie is done. Eventually I wander off to
get some crappy vending machine coffee for all of us, and we all wait for
the doctor to come out and tell us that she’s definitely concussed and
needed some stitches on her arm.
It was too high a price to pay, but I’m still thankful that the world finally
got to see the true person Sophie was. I have to admit, sometimes I’d listen
to stories about her from Amelia and wonder how that much evil could be
hidden behind such a normal looking package, but she was unhinged
tonight, her façade broken, and it all came pouring out.
Now we could all return home with our girl, doctor her up and kiss all
her boo-boos, and plan the wedding as fast as possible so we could begin
our lives together.
Cameron
“Those are great, mom. Honestly. She loves pretty much any type of
flower that is grown wild around here, and you know we appreciate all the
help.”
My mom freezes, her shoulders curling in for a minute as she tries to hide
her face, but I can tell she’s crying. Again.
I grew taller than her in high school, and there’s something about being
taller than your mother, that makes you feel all grown up and manly when
you can hug her and let her find comfort in you as her child, instead of the
other way around.
She calms down and pulls away from me, wiping her eyes.
“I love that girl, Cameron. I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world
that could suit you better.”
“That’s why I’m marrying her, momma.”
“I know, and I’m so proud of you. Some of the ladies at church have been
whispering, talking about how unnatural this arrangement is, but all I can
see is the beauty of it, because of how much you all love her.”
“You know we don’t care about what people say. They’re not the ones in
the marriage.”
“I don’t know how you became so strong, or when that happened, but
I’m so happy for you. That girl is one of mine, too, and I am just so relieved
that she’s got all of you back in her corner to support her. The way she
smiles at all of you…it’s beautiful, Cameron. Your family is beautiful.
Thank you for letting me be a part of the ceremony, helping to plan it.”
She kisses me on the cheek and wanders out to her car, backing out of
our driveway and disappearing in a cloud of dust. I look down at the mess
on the table where we’d spent the day planning everything, wanting it to be
perfect for Amelia.
She’s pretty much been in bed for the past week recovering, but she’s
finally gotten the all-clear to return to normal activities. I’m obviously
referring to sex.
There have been times in the past week where I wondered if we were
doing the right thing, planning out the whole wedding ceremony without
really including her, but we technically didn’t ask her permission to marry
her so why give in now?
Constantine comes walking down the hall stretching and rubbing his
eyes. He had been in there reading to her last I knew, but it looks like he
might have napped with her as well. The thought of her all deliciously
warm and wrapped in blankets is too hard to ignore, so I pass the mess off
to him to tidy up, walking past him on a mission to get to my girl.
“Hey baby.”
I crawl in next to her, peeling back the blankets and wrapping myself
around her. Her curves fit against me perfectly, her hair up in this crazy bun
that is poking out everywhere but exposing the line of her neck to me. She
shudders under my kisses, sticking her perfect ass against my groin and
wiggling it. When did girls learn this move? I swear, they try to act like they
have no idea what they’re doing with it, but you know they’re just telling
you they want you.
“How you feeling?”
“Same as I said yesterday and the day before. I’m good, Cam. Honestly.
My head is great.”
I let my hands trail across her stomach, letting the feel of her thighs light
up my fingertips as I drag them across her. I find her ass where it’s trying to
nest inside my hips and take my time tracing over every part of it, mapping
it out.
It’s hard to forget your first time being with a woman, but my first time
with her felt so corrupted. It was perfect of course, but what came after kind
of ruined the afterglow. The way her cheeks pinched with happiness as I
climbed out her window haunted me for years, the feel of her body and the
smell that became a flesh memory.
But here, when we’re both grown up a bit and finally in a safe place that
we own, well there’s nothing stopping me from making that first memory
happen again.
“I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, Cameron, but
the answer is yes.”
I laugh, dipping my hand under the men’s t-shirt she’s wearing and
provoking goosebumps all over her soft flesh.
“I was thinking, that the last time we got to be in bed alone together, and
this past week of nursing you back to health doesn’t count because you
were off-limits, you forever tied us together by letting me in.”
I take a palmful of breast, kneading it with my roughened palm hand and
everything there is to know about her breasts as I move back and forth
between the two of them.
“You’re driving me crazy right now, Cam.”
“You drive me crazy every day, so it’s fair turnabout.”
I don’t pick up my pace, just continue to draw patterns on her skin and let
her move against me like she’s going out of her mind with want. It’s just as
torturous for me, because my dick knows he’s going to be touched soon and
is trying to jump-start the act. This has to be about Amelia, though.
Alex comes in and freezes in the doorway, taking in Amelia’s fast
breathing pattern and the way my hand snakes under her clothing. He closes
his eyes and takes a cleansing breath before going carefully to the corner
where there’s an armchair set up. To be honest, we put it there for this exact
purpose.
I peel the shirt off of her, which leaves her laying there in just some
cotton panties, her torso completely exposed for Alex’s viewing pleasure.
I’m not sure if she’s ignoring the fact that we have an audience or if she’s
too far gone already to be able to notice him. Either way, he’s not going to
interrupt what I have planned.
I continue to play and caress her breasts as I kiss a line down her spine,
staying her hips by throwing a leg over hers and holding her against me.
“You have too many clothes on, Cameron.”
“You let me worry about that.”
I use my tongue to taste her skin, running up the top of her back and to
her neck, making her shiver and let out some sexy sounds that go straight to
my dick. I press it against her, letting her know how turned on I am right
now, getting a little power drunk on the way it makes her start almost
panicking to get more of it.
“Calm down, Amelia girl. You know you�
�re going to get it, I just need to
touch all of you first.”
I grab her perfect cheeks with both palms and squeeze, lift and separate,
running a finger down her and brushing across the one spot I’m dying to
claim. She tries to act all freaked out about it, but as I let my other hand
wander to her front and start to stroke her pussy, she relaxes, then starts to
seemingly enjoy it.
Constantine appears again like he’s been conjured, peeling her panties off
completely. She comes to just long enough for her to realize he’s there,
kissing him long and hard and deep. Every time I see her tongue escape her
lips and slide against his I fight off the need to just buck against her. She’s
beautiful always, but especially when she’s getting drugged with sex and is
getting to kiss one of her men for the sheer enjoyment of it.
Did we send out some sort of sex signal I’m unaware of? Theo is
suddenly behind me, digging through the drawer and producing lube for
me, opening the bottle and helpfully dosing some out onto my waiting
fingers. I rub them together to warm it up before resuming my training. I
get in just the tip of my finger and she freezes, snapping her head back to
look at me with an incredibly startled expression, like she just remembered
I was still here.
Constantine must be pro at kissing to make her completely forget that I
was playing with her ass. I kiss her lower back and start pushing in and out
of her, grabbing more lube as I go and sinking just a little deeper each time.
“Cameron, I love you, but I’m not sure if-”
“Amelia, I love you, but stop talking and let the man finger you.”
Her jaw drops like Constantine just said something appalling, which
makes me laugh, but then I remember I’m knuckle deep in her ass and that
my dick is about to explode. She’s squeezing me so tight that I’m worried
about circulation in my finger.
Constantine is still kissing her, trying to keep her distracted, but it’s not
until Theo whips his shirt off and throws his hair up in a man bun and slides
onto the bed beneath her that we make any real progress. He throws one of
her legs over his shoulder and eats her like a boss, making her body become
wilted and willing in my hands.
Luckily I’m still wearing pants, or else his head would be a bit too close