I started to shake, almost sure I was going to come without them even touching my pussy. I started unconsciously humping the air between Kace and I, hoping I could find his body for friction. Instead, he held my hips in place and forced me to be still as they both continued to pleasure my body.
My hand went behind me, searching for Cam’s neck. I needed something to hold on to, and some way to bring him even closer to my body.
“I’m right here.” He dropped my breasts, causing Kace’s mouth to pop off and wrapped me into a hug from behind. “I got you.”
Kace widened my legs and hooked his finger into the lace of my underwear. “So wet.”
“Let me watch him make you come again,” Cam whispered. “Let him…”
CHAPTER9
KACE
Cam was holding Ali between his legs as we all three sat on the floor by the fire. Her back was against his chest, and I could see both of them staring at me.
Cam nodded at me slightly, and I knew what he wanted before he even said the words.
“Let me watch him make you come again,” Cam whispered. “Let him…”
The phone rang, startling Ali from her lustful daze. Her head started swiveling around, as if she wasn't even sure where the noise was coming from or what it was. I started to tell her to ignore it, that whoever it was didn’t matter. I could tell Cam was thinking the same thing. But I also realized it was almost midnight, and that no one called that late unless it was important.
Cam helped Ali up and they went in search of her ringing phone while I waited in place, hoping she returned quickly.
“I forgot to call my dad when we got home, you know he worries,” she spoke frantically as she pulled her bag from the floor and started pulling out the phone.
“Hello?” She answered, without even looking at the screen. “I was gonna…”
Cam was casually walking back to where I was when he stopped and turned to face Ali again. She had stopped speaking mid-sentence and her face was pale. Her mouth was hung open, her eyes were huge, and right when I started to stand up so I could go to her, the phone dropped from her hand and shattered on the floor.
Cam was closer, so he got to her before I could, but I joined them and we both stood in front of her, willing her to tell us what had just happened. Just like we always did, we built a wall with our bodies, shielding her, and making her feel safe.
“Who was that?” Cam asked.
“Is your dad all right?” I pressed, needing to know.
“It was Alan,” she croaked. “He called to wish me a Merry Christmas.”
Just hearing her abusive ex’s name made my fists clench, and a need to destroy something took over my body. Cam grabbed my wrist, grounding me, while also taking his other hand to Ali’s face.
“Where was he calling from?”
“I don’t know.” Her face was pale, and it looked like she had seen a ghost.
“He’s still in jail,” I promised her. “I’ll call Rick right now and make him make sure of it, but he would have told us if he was released.”
Cam let my arm go, knowing that once I had a mission, I was safe from destroying the walls. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table in the living room and pressed Rick’s name. Within minutes, he was able to confirm that Alan Berkman was still in jail, and had been given three phone calls for Christmas.
Ali was his first and only call.
“He won’t call you again,” I guaranteed. Rick was now making all the moves he needed to make to get Alan’s phone privileges revoked–and a higher penalty for calling his victim.
“I’m okay,” Ali nodded, almost to assure Cam and I more than herself. While I had been on the phone, Cam had moved her to the couch and was holding her in his lap. I sat beside them and took her hand.
“What did he say?” It was entirely selfish, asking her to repeat his words, but I wanted to know how much of his face I was going to tear off once I saw him again.
“He said ‘Merry Christmas, you little whore’. I dropped the phone after that.” Tears were in her eyes, and I took my thumb to the top of her cheek to catch them when they fell.
Cam and I both stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. We all knew it was a stab at not only his hatred toward her–and us–but also the fact that he knew she was with us both. In his eyes, that made her a whore, and it was that general consensus that kept Cam’s lips sealed when he faced the media.