“Is everything okay?” I softly ask. “What’s going on?”
Jensen hops in the back.
Micah hesitates, and gently takes my hand. “Everything’s fine,” he reassures me.
“We’re getting you out of here,” Jensen says, reaching up to caress my cold arms, warming me with the friction.
“Where’s Damien?”
“Don’t worry about that,” Micah dismissively answers, tightly gripping my thigh as he speeds down the long driveway. “He can handle himself. That, I’m sure of.”
Somehow, over the drive, I’ve managed to lose track of time. Micah opens my door once we reach their apartment, and Jensen helps me onto my feet, ensuring I’ve gained back my balance.
“I’ll be back,” Jensen tells us, shutting my door before walking around to the driver’s side.
“Where are you going?” I call out.
Micah wraps his arm around me, bringing me close.
“Back to the party, so I can bring the crazy bastard home,” he rushes out, slamming his door.
“Come on,” Micah calmly urges, guiding me toward the front steps.
The bathwater is the perfect temperature. Micah washes my back while I hug my scraped knees tight against my chest. Shutting my eyes, I drown in the feeling of the water soothing my skin and muscles. The warmth caresses me, filling my body with heat, even though I feel so cold.
Broken.
Empty.
It’s such a strange feeling to know that I’ve unintentionally blocked out what had happened to me over a year ago now. Thinking back, I always thought I was crazy. I believed him when he told me that I wanted it. Asked for it.
And I never told anyone about it until I told Damien, Jensen, and Micah. They listened. They comforted me. They reassured me that it wasn’t my fault.
Micah grazes the washcloth over my knees, and gently washes away the dried blood, staining the water pink. Staring at the concerned expression on his face, I find myself admiring him while he cleans my wounds. Every feature. Every detail.
The pained look behind his gentle eyes.
He cares about me so much.
They all do.
“Micah,” I nearly whisper, and his eyes meet mine.
“Am I hurting you?” he questions.
Shaking my head, I lean forward and kiss him.
He lifts me from the bathtub, wraps a towel around my body, and dries me off, before carrying me to bed. Stepping out of his sweatpants and boxers, he climbs under the sheets beside me. Curling up closer, I press my naked body against his, taking in all the warmth he has to offer. Gently stroking my damp hair, he entangles our legs, bringing me closer.
His lips brush mine, so delicately my head starts to spin. An intense feeling builds up inside me, as he kisses me with passion. An undying longing. He runs his hands all over my body, exploring every inch of me.
Micah rolls onto me, pinning me beneath him, and kissing me with an urgency. Slowly stroking his cock, I bite his lip. He groans into my mouth, rocking his hips forward. Positioning himself at my entrance, he pushes in the tip, teasingly.
“Please,” I breathe against his lips.
He sinks into me with one, long stroke, a quiet moan escaping us at the same time. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I accept him deeper, feeling him more fully. Slowly moving within me, he kisses me tenderly. Passionately. Pushing his fingers through mine, he presses the back of my hand to the pillow, holding me captive.
He trails his soft lips along my jaw, his chest pressed firmly against my breasts. We couldn’t get any closer than this, yet, together, we’ve somehow become one. Sinking into me, again and again, his breathing quickens.