26. Chapter 26

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" S hit," I mutter the moment Blakes head rolls to the side.

"She'll come to in a second," Ryker grits out, thrusting back into her. I'm a bastard because I continue fucking her as if she's not passed out cold. And I'm even worse because it turns me on more that she's out.

I drop my head on the back of the couch, between Ryker's cock pressing against the thin wall in Blake and her pulsing around my length. And the fact she just squirted on me.

I'm going to cum before she even wakes up.

"Shhh," Ryker whispers. Blake slowly starts to wake up, her hands tightening around my pecs again. "Be a good girl for us, pet," he coos.

Blake's eyes remain closed as she nods her head. Ryker quickens his pace, Blake bites down on her bottom lip. Pulling Ryker's hand off her throat, I yank her forward pressing her face into my shoulder.

"You feel that?" I thrust up, both our movements becoming sloppy. "Both your men fucking you, you feel what you do to us?"

She tries to nod, but I push her head harder into my neck. Ryker smirks, reaching forward he wiggles his hand between her mouth and my shoulder .

"Bite me pet, make me bleed," Ryker hisses.

He doesn't have to tell her twice. Blake latches onto his hand. Her cunt clenches around me, strangling my cock so hard that I can't stop myself this time. I unload into her pussy, both Ryker and I groaning loud. Blake digs her nails into my chest. I can feel her break the skin. All three of us breathing fast, taking minutes to calm down. Ryker eventually pulls out of her, throwing himself onto the couch next to me. Picking Blake up a bit, my cock slips out of her.

Blake rolls her head over to Ryker, pulling her hand up and signing something.

"What did she say?" I ask, kicking myself for not learning ASL faster.

Ryker glances over at me, blowing raspberries. "I want you," he finally answers.

Blake sits back. Grabbing my chin, she signs the same thing, I want you.

I find myself getting choked up. I've had my fair share of women, but Blake's the first I want to spend all my time with. The idea of waking up every morning to her face right beside me, making her cinnamon rolls every time she wants. I want everything with her.

Blake signs something else, my eyes drifting to Ryker to translate.

"Together," he answers before I can ask.

She repeats the same thing, her gaze sliding to me. I stare at Blake, the freckles over her nose, a single scar over her left eyebrow, her soft green eyes pleading with me.

I nod my head. "Together."

Blake's lips pull up into a smile, her dimple shining through. Resting her head against my chest facing Ryker. He reaches over brushing a piece of hair behind her ear, and grabbing one of her hands, he presses a kiss against the top of her hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, pet," Ryker mumbles.

It's not long before her body relaxes against me, falling asleep.

Resting my head against the back of the couch, I close my eyes, getting comfortable .

"Did she pass your test?" I blurt out.

I've known Ryker for a long time. Not once has he shown interest in women being more than just something he could use to get his rocks off. Not once has he cared enough to make them their favorite food, to show them his face, let alone kiss them.

"She's stubborn."

I chuckle, because that she is.

"Are we actually doing this together?" Ryker finally whispers.

Tilting my head over, Ryker mimics me, searching my face.

"We've never shared before," I answer back. We've talked about our sex lives before, we live together, but not once has it crossed my mind to share a girl with him.

"No shit," Ryker snaps back.

"Listen, you're a little too sassy for someone that just came in our girl's ass," I say, rolling my eyes. "Which for your information, is currently leaking down onto my thigh, so it's too late, we're doing this. I'm not prepared to lose her."

Ryker tilts his head back up towards the ceiling, lost in his own little world. I know he's scared because of his past; everyone he cared about died in that fire. It destroyed him and he nearly lost his life in it.

"I wasn't lying. What happens if she triggers something in me and I freak out? We're supposed to be protecting her—"

"She's not a job to me anymore… I don't think she was ever a job, honestly."

Ryker nods, shifting on the couch.

"Jace…" He visually swallows, and I already know his fear.

"She's not your weakness, Ryker. Blake is… she's strong, she just doesn't believe in herself. But she is. She went through something that none of us can imagine. Sure, she became mute, but she's a fighter."

"I'm afraid I'll hurt her," he whispers also as if it were to himself.

"That just shows that you care. It shows that you have a heart, and hey…" Reaching over, I tap his knee. His eyes shift to mine. "In case you haven't noticed, you push, and Blake pushes just as hard. She has demons that can match yours as well as mine. She's the only one who can understand our pain just as we understand hers."

Ryker sighs, glancing down at Blake as she twitches and tightens her grip on his hand.

"Only her."

"Only her," I agree. Blake's it. I didn't think I would get into bed with the mafia, but for her, I'd go to war against them.

I wake up pressed against the couch with someone lying on top of me. Blinking my eyes open, I let them slowly adjust, staring down at Blake as she peacefully sleeps across my chest. Calmness washes over me as Blake matches her breathing with mine, and I realize this is the first time since meeting her that she hasn't had a nightmare.

Blake's mouth is slightly parted, a little drool pooling at the corner of her mouth onto my chest. I smile, pulling the throw blanket further up. Resting my hands on her naked back, I can't tear my eyes away. Blake is beautiful, even with the scars. It makes her who she is, and I love her stubborn self.

My fingers brush over her back, feeling the raised scars. Several of them in shapes of what would be like whip marks.

I wonder about those twelve men who got out before Dimitri and his team could kill them. I wonder how it all ties together. Dimitri wanted her out of the way because of Antonio, but why? And why didn't Blake tell them about the other men? So many questions run through my head that I don't realize Blake is watching me.

"Good morning, Sunshine," I mumble.

Blake smiles, tilting her head forward.

"You're beautiful."

She scrunches her nose, shakes her head, and presses her forehead against my chest. I laugh when she picks her head up, eyes dropping down to the drool.

"Beautiful and messy." I try to hold back my laughter.

I swear from the glare she gives me, she'd murder me or at the very least stab me for saying that.

"Are you okay?" I ask, sobering up.

Blake frowns, slowly nodding. Rubbing circles into her back, she flinches when I brush over one particular scar.

"Was this one the worst?"

Shaking her head, she holds up three fingers, dropping her hands back to my chest and resting against it.

"I know you might not believe me, but I'll kill them. You just have to say the word, tell me who they are, point them out, I don't care. No matter what, I'll always be in your corner." Lifting her further, I press my lips against her forehead. "I've thought about this a lot, but for peace of mind, I have to tell you. You're not a job. You haven't ever been a job, and the moment I make you feel that way, I give you my permission to stab me. Kick me in the nuts, do anything you desire. Because listen to me when I tell you this, I'm not going anywhere."

Tears fill her eyes, fighting against not wanting to cry in front of me. But it's useless, the moment she blinks, they run down her cheeks. Brushing my thumb across her cheek, her eyes drift closed, leaning into my touch.

Slowly she pulls away, holding her pinkie up.

Promise , I sign to her, linking our pinkies together.

Promise, she signs. Dropping her arms around my shoulders, she silently cries into my shoulder, and I realize this is the first time she must have cried in front of someone and felt safe. That she wouldn't be judged for breaking down. Tilting my head up, I wrap my arms around her, holding Blake tighter against my chest. Vowing now that no matter what, she is safe with me, physically and emotionally.