He brought his mouth to mine. “I am going to fuck this tight hole tonight, sweetheart. What do you think about that?” he whispered against my kiss-swollen lips. I sealed my lips to his in a hungry kiss, letting that be my answer.
I was just about to take him out of his jeans to fuck him right in the truck when Reid slammed intoparkand grabbed me out of the vehicle. He righted my dress before carrying me to the front door.
Before I could blink, we were all fumbling around in the elevator on the ride up. Reid was obviously at the end of his rope as he shoved me to the wall, lifting my legs in the process. “You like teasing us? Making us watch you dance like a vixen?” he asked between kisses.
He pushed my dress up just enough to get his hand between us. I gasped as he shoved his fingers inside of me roughly. “I can tell you like to be a little tease, bunny. You’re soaking my fucking hand.”
He held me in his stare as he removed his fingers to suck them into his mouth. He rolled his eyes back as he tasted me, making me quiver at the sight.
Before he could put his fingers back into me, Heath took his place. “You remember the first night we met, sweetheart? I wanted to fuck you right here, just like this,” he said as he pulled me to him, rubbing himself against my sex. I was basically dripping with arousal, so I was sure we were making a mess of the front of his jeans.
I groaned in frustration as the elevator dinged at our level. Heath chuckled against my lips. “One day soon I am going to do just that, don’t you worry,” he promised.
They were tugging me out of the elevator and toward their door the next minute. I was so absorbed in my naughty thoughts I didn’t notice that Reid had come to a complete stop in front of me. I slammed into his back, causing me to almost fall on my ass. Heath steadied me as I got a look at what they were staring at.
All of my arousal left my body in a rush as I paled and immediately sobered at the sight of my front door. It had been forcefully kicked in, and the intruder didn’t seem to care enough to close it on their way out.
Hot tears sprung to my eyes. Before I could think better, I ran for the door, avoiding the outstretched hands trying to stop me.
A sob escaped my mouth as I looked at the scene that was my apartment. Everything was completely trashed. All my dishes were shattered on the floor. My tables were upturned. My pictures on the wall looked like someone had punched the glass out of them. There were deep slashes on my couch, and the TV was busted.
I bet if I went to my bedroom I would find the bed that Heath and Reid had bought me slashed up as well. I tried to grab the door frame to steady myself but fumbled. Heath was there to catch me as I fell.
I could hear Reid standing behind us as he talked to 911. My tears were openly falling, and I didn’t even try to quiet myself. Everything I had saved for was in this apartment.
The last of my independence was attached to this place and these things. Tom had yet again taken something precious from me. I shook off Heath’s grasp as I bolted to the bathroom. I was going to be sick. I barely made it to the toilet before I emptied my stomach.
I heard Heath’s curse as he came to me. He held my hair away from my face and rubbed my back as I finished heaving. “It’s going to be okay, baby. We are going to find that fucker and we’ll make sure he pays.” Heath promised as he helped me stand.
Standing on wobbly legs, I walked to the sink to rinse my mouth out. That was when I saw the bold writing on the mirror.FUCKING WHORE!!!was written in angry red letters, covering the expanse of my mirror.
Another sob escaped my lips as I read the words. Heath tried to lead me out of the bathroom as Reid made his way in. He was off the phone now as he took in Tom’s message. I watched his face go from worried to filled with white-hot rage before he lashed out. He punched the mirror, shattering it.
When he faced me, the look of worry crossed his eyes again. His knuckles dripped blood to the floor from where he had split them. Without thinking, I grabbed a clean towel from the cabinet and wrapped it around his hand.
When I was done, he gathered me into his arms before he brushed my hair down my back with his uninjured hand. I knew he was talking to Heath when he spoke. “He better hope the cops catch him before I do. I’m going to fucking kill him,” he promised in an eerily calm tone.
The boys both ushered me to their apartment where we waited for the police. When they arrived, they asked their questions while taking pictures of the crime scene. I answered them on autopilot. I could hear how dull my own voice sounded as I spoke, but I couldn’t find the will to care.
I almost laughed at the thought of my apartment being an active crime scene. When did my life become so ridiculous? I could see the boys looking at me with concern in their eyes.
I looked away from their gazes which only served to feed into my guilt. Once again, I felt that they would get tired of me soon with all of the baggage that I toted around with me. Maybe it would be better for everyone involved if they just ended it with me now. Now was the time to end their headache.
I started to walk far enough away from them so they couldn’t touch me. If they were touching me, I wouldn’t be able to do what needed to be done.
Before I could speak one word, Heath hushed me. “Whatever you’re about to say should be kept to yourself. We have all had a long night and nothing needs to be discussed tonight. Let’s just all go to bed, and we can talk in the morning.”
And that is final, was what he didn’t say. I let them lead me to the bedroom and undress me. We all lay under the blanket, and I let them hold me. I could let myself feel one more night of their comfort but that was it. I had promised myself I would end things with them if I couldn’t put a stop to this Tom drama. Tonight just proved what needed to happen.
Chapter Twenty-One
I woke the next morning the same way I’d fallen asleep. Wrapped in a cocoon of limbs and still wracked with guilt. I looked around the room, gathering that it was still rather early. There was just the faintest light coming in through the window. I could barely see their faces.
I lay there and watched them sleep for the longest time, contemplating what needed to be done. Blinking away my tears that threatened to fall as my chest constricted with unhashed emotion.
I couldn’t do this to them anymore. They deserved to be with someone who was whole. Someone who didn’t need so much work. I just wished I would have had the guts to do this weeks ago before my heart got involved.
It was no longer a question of if I was falling for them. I fell a long time ago and I just hadn’t admitted it to myself. I loved them so much that sometimes it was hard to breathe. And that was why I needed to end things with them. They needed someone they could build a life with. Not someone who had a crazy stalker ex they had to protect against.