30. Chapter 30

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S ince getting back from the store, my instinct to be around Blake has me following her around like a little lost puppy. I couldn't leave her side, and I'm pretty sure Ryker understood my need to be around her. I wanted to make sure she was okay. Ever since the grocery store, she's been quiet, which says a lot since she doesn't talk.

She picked out a few clothes, but when Ryker and I tried getting her to put more into the cart, she shook her head, glancing around as if someone was going to jump out at her.

When we got back, I tried making her lunch, but all she did was pick at her food, moving it around her plate, pretending that she's eating.

Now she just sits on the couch, curled up under the blanket. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I cross the room, sitting down next to her.

"We should watch a movie," I suggest.

Blake peeks over at me, her lips pulling up into a smile. That left cheek dimple poking through.

"I'm hoping a smile means yes."

Blake starts to sign something, only catching the end of what she said .

"Good?" I question, somewhat second guessing myself.

Blake nods, pressing her lips together, trying to stop herself from smiling.

"Wonderful." Getting to my feet, I make my way to the TV stand where all the movies are. "Okay, are we thinking action, romance, maybe a little horror?" Bending down, I pull the drawer out, flipping through the disks.

Peering over my shoulder, Blake gets up from the couch making her way over to me. Sitting down on the floor, she takes over flipping through the movies. After a few minutes, she pulls two out, handing them to me. Twilight and New Moon .

"You're sure?" I ask, wondering how these even got in the cabin.

Blake nods, smiling wider than I've ever seen. Not being able to deny her anything, I grab her chin and drop the movies to the ground, grabbing Blake around the waist. Pulling her against me, I moan deep in my throat. Pulling away, I rest my forehead against hers.

"Go lay down, I'll get us something to eat." Pushing off the ground, I lift Blake into my arms, carrying her to the couch.

Getting to the kitchen, I pull out a can of cinnamon rolls and a pan. Prepping them, I grab three glasses just as Ryker steps in from the back door.

"Everything good?" he asks, glancing over at the couch.

"Yeah, we're going to watch a movie," I tell him. Putting the cinnamon rolls into the oven, I pull out the milk. "Might want to change out of that?"

Ryker frowns down at himself clearly confused about what I'm trying to tell him.

"She enjoys seeing you."

"What are you talking about?"

Rolling my eyes, I say, "She likes seeing your face, dumbass."

Ryker tilts his head up, blowing out a breath. Turning on his heel, he disappears into his room.

Once the rolls are done, I plate for the three of us, setting them down on the coffee table. Blake devours her cinnamon rolls in the first five minutes of the movie. Halfway through, Blake ends up laying with her head in my lap, and when Ryker finally appears, her feet in his. It isn't long after that she falls asleep .

"How's your hand?" I whisper to Ryker, trying not to wake Blake up.

Ryker looks down at the gnarly bruise and teeth mark on his hand. "I've had worse."

Rolling my eyes, I look back over at the movie.

"You ever think about just taking her back home?" Ryker asks.

Whipping my head over, my brows pull together. He can't be serious.

"Don't give me that, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant we hunt people. We're hitmen. Why are we just protecting her when we could look into who's looking for her?"

Ryker makes sense and I can't say I haven't thought about it, but now I am. Between her family and the two of us, we could take out the twelve cartel members and we could figure out what to do with Antonio.

"She's it for me," I blurt out. I can't look over at Ryker, unsure about his feelings for her.

"She sees me for me," Ryker mumbles. And I know what he's saying without having to say the words. "Are you going to make her pick between us?"

My head snaps to the side, only Ryker is looking down at Blake, watching her sleep. Could I make her pick between us? No. Even if I didn't want her to be involved with him, Blake does what she wants.

"Are you?" I ask.

Ryker meets my eyes, both of us staring at each other. Being friends with him for the past fifteen years, I can't imagine my life without him by my side. Sure, I didn't think we'd be close like this, but I can't say I mind.

Blake shifts, stretching her arms over her head, stopping our conversation from going any further. Her eyes blink open, slowly adjusting to the dark.

"Hi, beautiful," I whisper, brushing her hair behind her ear.

Blake smiles, and reaching up, she grabs the back of my head, pulling me down. Her lips touch mine, slow at first, but there's an obvious need in her actions.

Pulling back, I open my mouth to question if she is okay, but she shakes her head. Her hands move and my eyes flick to Ryker.

"Well, fuck," Ryker mutters .

"What?" Really kicking myself for not learning ASL yet.

"She heard our conversation, well part of it. She said she's not picking between us."

I nod my head, studying Blake. I wait for her to correct him or do anything, but she doesn't. And I don't know what takes over my brain, but I slam my lips over hers again. My hand slides under her shirt, cupping and squeezing her tits. Pulling on her nipple, Blake grabs my forearm, her nails digging into me.

"Fuck," I hiss against her mouth. My cock is stone hard, and I'm seconds away from ripping her pants down and fucking her when I remember she's on her period. "Shit, I forgot," I mutter.

Blake frowns, signing something again.

"She asked, forgot what?"

"You're on your period."

Blake swallows, nodding, dropping her hands from against her stomach. Looking up at Ryker, we both wear the same expression, neither of us understanding what just happened.

"Blake, we both have no problem fucking you while you're on your period," Ryker says.

Blake looks up at me, searching for a lie that's not there. I have no problem getting messy and neither does Ryker.

Before she can second guess or even fully think, I lean down, slamming my mouth against hers. My finger pinches her nipple, pulling it before I knead her tit. I pull back when I feel her lifting her hips up. Ryker grabs her pants pulling them off and tossing them to the side. He moves off the couch, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Blake bites her bottom lip, glancing up at me before her eyes pull back to Ryker.

Squeezing her tits, Ryker kisses up her thigh, making Blake squirm against him. He licks along her slit before he uses his finger to spread her lips apart. Blake digs her nails into my arm, eyes bouncing between what Ryker is doing and me.

"Fuck," Ryker growls, pulling back. Blake jerks when she sees blood coating his mouth. "Be a good girl and fuck Jace. "

Blake looks up at me and I grin, waiting to see what she is going to do. Slowly sitting up, Blake stands beside the couch watching as I pull my pants and boxer briefs down. Fisting my cock, I scoot down some, watching Blake take a step towards me. Grabbing her hips, I help her climb onto my lap. Holding my base, Blake slowly eases down, mouth hanging open as I fill her.

"Shit," I hiss. Blake rests her hands against my chest, all her fingers digging into my skin. Gripping her hips tightly, I help lift her up and then back down. Moving faster her pussy clenches around my length, strangling me. Blake throws her head back, pleasure building inside, I press my fingers against her clit.

"Cum for me," I growl. Pinching her clit, Blake slams down on my cock, cumming. I don't give her time to calm down before I'm pulling her off me, flipping her around so she's facing out and slamming her down on my cock. Pulling her legs up to her chest, I thrust into her, fucking her harder. Blake rolls her head against my shoulder, breathing heavy in my ear.

I'm vaguely aware of Ryker moving, but it's not until I feel something move against my cock. I slow my pace down, glancing over Blake to see Ryker on his knees, his mouth over Blake's clit.

Ryker meets my eyes, his tongue licks from my cock up her slit sucking on her clit. I've never touched another man, but I can't lie about his tongue feeling good while being inside Blake.

Biting my lip, my thrusts quicken, between her wetness and Rykers tongue, my thrusts become sloppy.

"Blake, cum for me," I breathe out. "F—fuck, Blake, cum for me now!" I grit out. Blake nods her head, clenching around me. I don't know what Ryker is doing anymore, but Blake cums, sparking my release.

"FUCK!" I yell, unloading into her cunt. Breathing fast, I drop Blake's leg, wrapping my arms around her waist. Closing my eyes, my heart beats faster than I think it's ever done.

"Come here," Ryker says. My eyes pop open. Releasing my hands from Blake, he bends down, picking her up. Walking around the couch, I watch him move towards his room. "You too, Jacey," he calls .

Rolling my eyes, I get to my feet, my legs feeling like Jell-O. I tell myself I have to talk to him about what just happened, but it can wait until tomorrow.

I wake up to Blake lying across my chest, breathing in my ear. Feeling her against me brings a calmness over me that I didn't think I would ever have.

The blanket doesn't cover her enough, so I can see the raised scars across her back. Remembering back just a few weeks ago when she was scared to touch me, now she sleeps across my chest. Syncing our breaths to match.

My finger traces along her back, wondering how anyone could hurt Blake. How could they break her apart? Torture her. I can't wrap my head around how someone could do that. Or how Dimitri could let it happen.

Before I could let my anger get the better of me, I slide out from under Blake, shoving a pillow underneath her. Sliding on a pair of sweatpants, I ease out of the bedroom. I spot Ryker in the kitchen, staring out the window.

"Morning," I mutter. Grabbing a mug, I pour myself a cup of coffee.

"Morning."

Leaning against the counter, I take a sip of coffee.

"I think we should talk," I blurt out. I hadn't expected to talk to him right away about what happened last night, but with Blake asleep and feeling some awkwardness, now seems like a good idea.

Ryker turns and raises a brow at me .

"Don't give me that. You licked my dick, Ryker," I yell out. Oh, fuck. I cringe, watching Ryker frown, smirk and then glance off in the distance. "I mean, you did… right?" I might be second guessing myself now. I mean, I'm pretty sure I felt him lick my cock. But now, with him staring at me like I've grown two heads, I'm not so sure.

"I did," Ryker finally answers.

"I—I'm not sure what to say," I utter taking another drink of my coffee. Ryker has been my best friend for fifteen years and I never looked at him like that, and as far as I knew he didn't either.

"I'm not gay if that's what you're thinking," Ryker says, grabbing another cup of coffee.

"Bisexual?" I ask.

"No." He shakes his head.

"Ryker, you gotta give me something. Come on, we're friends."

He frowns, reaching over to pour another cup.

"It wasn't about you. I wanted to lick her pussy, so I did. It just so happens your dick was there. Don't think too much into it." Ryker shrugs.

Pressing my lips together, I drain the rest of my coffee. Don't think too much into it. Rolling my eyes, I set my cup in the sink, walking over to the fridge. Knowing Blake will want cinnamon rolls when she wakes up, I start on those.

Just as I set the pan into the oven, a phone starts to go off. Ryker peeks his head over the couch for a moment before jumping to his feet. Reaching above the fridge I grab the sat phone, pulling it down, and I answer just as Ryker appears next to me.

"Hello?"

"Jace, Jace it's Luna…I need help, I need…no no, HELP!"