Chapter 31
Sam
Tonight has been ashit show. Watching the woman I love splinter like that crushed everything in me. But what I hated most was that it triggered my own issues. The things she said raced through my mind on repeat.
I had no right to cry and make it about me. And I felt like shit when she came over to comfort me. This was an important moment for her, something she’s needed for years.
Hearing what she had to endure as a child made me want to puke. I know people can be sick and twisted, but to do that to a kid that doesn't understand is a whole other level of messed up.
What Harlow and I experienced in our lives when it comes to being abused is similar and yet very different at the same time. We’ve both been stolen, used, and sold by monsters of many kinds. But I’ve only had to endure a few years of it. I was taken at seventeen. A gorgeous young man in the wrong place, at the wrong time. They took me and for five years I lived in hell on earth. But Harlow has been dealing with that as long as she can remember. And to hear that at one point, she thought what was happening to her as a child was the norm, and she didn’t know any better. It hurts so damn much.
“How are you feeling?” Harlow asks me. We’ve moved to Axel’s room, and are cuddled up on his bed. She lays between us, her head on my chest as I play with her hair.
“Me?” I ask, blinking at her in surprise. “I should be asking you how you are. Don’t worry about me.”
“Sam.” Her brows scrunch together in an adorable way. “I can never not worry about you. I love you, and I always worry about the ones I love.”
“I know, but I don’t want this night to be about me. You went through something, and I freaked out like a little bitch,” I mumble looking away.
Axel growls next to me, making my eyes snap over to his, and my face heats up under his intense stare. “You had every right to break down too. Don’t feel embarrassed for it. You, Harlow, and even Evie went through horrible things no one should have to experience. One person's trauma doesn’t dim the effects of your own.”
“I agree with Axel,” Harlow says, moving so that she’s sitting on her knees. “I want you to feel comfortable to talk about anything with me. We're always here to listen. Never feel like your feelings are not valid.”
I swallow hard and nod. My eyes drift to the thin sleep top she’s wearing, her nipples hard and poking through.
What a bad time to feel turned on, this is a sensitive moment. But my cock reacts, making me blush a deeper shade of red for an entirely new reason.
Harlow must notice because her lips morph into a sexy smile. “Sam.”
“Yes,” I rasp out. Since taking the step with both of them, I’ve been finding myself wanting more. More of their taste, their touch. I feel safe when I’m with them, and that’s how I know I’m ready to take this step.
“Are you okay?” she asks again, but this time for a completely different reason.
“I want you,” I breathe. Her eyes widen slightly. “I want you both, together.” I look at Axel, whose eyes have grown hooded.
“Really?” Harlow asks, as if she can’t believe I’d want someone as amazing as her. “We can wait.”
“I don’t want to. Not anymore. We’ve been waiting for months. I want this. I want you both.”
Harlow looks at Axel, and they stare at each other for a moment like they’re coming to an agreement.
“Then we’re yours,” Harlow says, looking back at me, her eyes matching Axel’s now. “You're in control Sam. Do with us as you please. And trust me, no matter what you ask of us, we want to do it. So don’t be shy about voicing your wants.”
Is this really happening?My heart starts to pound painfully in my chest. Fear, need, and excitement fill my body.
“What do you want us to do?” Axel asks, my attention drifting from my stunning girlfriend to my sexy boyfriend.God, how did I ever get so lucky to end up with these two?“What do you want?”
“Both of you. I... I wanna make love to both of you,” I whisper.
“We can do that,” Harlow agrees.
“I want to take you, then Axel.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “I want to see your beautiful body laid out on this bed so I can worship you in every way a queen deserves.”
She sucks in a breath, her hands moving to her top. She pulls it off over her head, and I let out a whimper as her luscious breasts come into full view. She runs her hands up her body, stopping to play with her breasts. She moans as she pulls at her nipples before moving to take off her panties. I’ll never be tired of seeing her perfect body.
“Like this?” she asks, moving to lay down on the bed, her raven black hair fanning out onto the pillow like paint on a canvas. A priceless work of art.
“Fuck,” Axel hisses as Harlow parts her legs, her pussy on display. “She’s fucking dripping for you, Sam.”