Don't Be Scared - Page 82

“And you’reours,” Phoenix agrees fervently, one arm tight around my waist. “You’ll always be ours, Bailey.”

“Because we won’t let you go,” Rory agrees, hands still holding my hips as Phoenixfinallystarts moving faster, thrusts becoming uneven and erratic. At last he sinks into me, and I barely care that I haven’t come when his body presses to mine, going limp as he trembles and comes inside of me.

Rory gives him a minute. It’s kind of him, considering his whole personality, before he pulls me forward gently, my thighs sliding over his. He lifts me just enough that our eyes are on the same level, my hands are on his shoulders while he holds my hips, and then he drags me downward, sinking into me just as Phoenix had, though at a different angle.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, knees clamping around him. It feels just as good as Phoenix, just asperfect.Especially when the black-haired killer behind me grips my hips and uses his strength to move me along Rory’s cock, making everything so much better.

This time, I come first. My lips part, and fear shoots through me when I realize there’s no way I’m not about to scream. But Phoenix must have the same idea, because he jerks my head to the side and presses his mouth to mine, swallowing each and every sound that Rory drives out of me.

“You’re so good, Bailey.” I hear Rory’s encouragement, and I can feel his fingers digging into my hips. “Seriously, you’re wasted in Hollow Bridge.”

“You’re better than this place,” Phoenix agrees, lips moving against mine before covering my sob at the next wave of my orgasm that rolls through me while Rory continues to fuck me. But he doesn’t last much longer. His grip becomes sharper, tighter, and he pulls me down as far as I can go, until my eyes find his and his length is so deep in my body it makes me nearly see stars. Only then does he let out a softfuckof his own and come, Phoenix leaning over my shoulder to taste the sounds he makes as he does.

I can’t get enough of watching them. Of feeling them on either side of me, and the way they’re so perfectly effortless. But as if they can sense my thoughts, both of them break away, Phoenix sinking his teeth into my neck as Rory catches my lips in another deep kiss.

“Thank you,” Rory purrs, kissing me chastely. “Thank youfor saving him. I know you didn’t do it as just a favor. I know he means as much to you as he does to me. As much asbothof you mean to me,” he amends, eyes glinting. “But thank you.”

“Thank you isn’t enough,” Phoenix echoes against my throat. “But I’m willing to spend the next eighty years or so figuring out what is.”

Warmth blooms in my chest, causing my fingers to grip both of them more tightly. But I don’t let them see, if I can help it. Instead, I hitch a crooked grin over my lips and say, “That’s generous of you, to assume we’re all going to make it to a hundred. Did you know there’s a history of scurvy in my family?”

Phoenix can’t help it. He laughs in spite of himself, the warm sound echoing in Rory’s grin and the way his fingers dance over my skin approvingly.

Neither of them let me help them clean up. Not even our clothes. But by the time they’re done, and they’re in bed with me, Phoenix pressed to my chest and Rory against my back with one knee between mine, I can barely remember any of the bad feelings that I’d been struggling with before.

They’ve chased it all away. The indecision and the almost-guilt. The hollowness, and any ache that I couldn’t get rid of before. Instead, I’m warm, with Phoenix murmuring to Rory over my shoulder and they hold me between them as real, pleasant sleep finally reaches up to drag me under.

Chapter31

It’s been years since any cars drove over Hollow Bridge. Definitely more years than I’ve been alive, and every crack in the crumbling stone and gap wide enough for me to wiggle my fingers shows the reasons why.

But that doesn’t mean the bridge isn’t safe, as long as you aren’t lugging a two ton vehicle over it.

My fingers scrape against the stone as I sit perched on one side, staring down at the river that streams around stone columns built into the river bed centuries ago. The stones are covered in green growth, from moss to ivy, down by the river, and if I were to jump or fall from here, I’d most certainly break something.

With my luck, I’d break my skull.

I can’t go back.The thought is absolutely dramatic, but still one that won’t leave my head since I’d woken up early this morning, before the sun had even properly risen.

By now it’s a little past seven am, and while the sun peeks through the trees, it’s cold enough that I shiver despite wearing one of Phoenix’s hoodies that I’d swiped from their hotel this morning.

Two days.That’s really all it’s been since my life went from questionably abnormal to, well, whatever this is now. Before that, I knew what Phoenix and Rory were, sure. But I wasn’t…

Well, things are just different now, since I killed Evan to save Phoenix.

It’s hard to know what to feel when everything in me says that a nice person, a decent person, would be a wreck over killing Evan. Even if it was for a good cause.Even if he did deserve it.But for me, the only twinge of guilt was from planting the evidence with Ernie’s glove and knife, though even that guilt is easily chased away everytime it bubbles to the surface.

Judging by the fact Phoenix is free and Ernie has been arrested, things are wrapping up neatly enough that none of us has to worry. For now, at least.

But here I am, staring down at the rushing river under Hollow Bridge, and worrying.

What am I going to do?

Where am I going to go?

Seriously, what am I going to do?My parents don’t know. No one will know, and that’s part of the problem. I can’t tell Nic or Nolan, and the feeling of a divide suddenly cracking into existence has persisted. At this point, it feels like Nic and I are on two different continents with how dishonest I’ve been to her, and from all the things I haven’t told her.

“Fuck,” I sigh, the word barely more than a breath. I’ve really picked a shitty situation to throw myself into without any forethought as to how I’d handle the consequences that come along with killing someone.