Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

A rcher stepped out of the bathroom, embarrassed and pissed off. Who he’d direct his anger at was anyone’s guess. Himself, mostly, because he interrupted an intimate moment, and he’d taken his eyes off Trent. Wyatt for leaving Sasha vulnerable—then again, neither Wyatt nor Sasha expected anyone, let alone Archer, to walk in on them. Then Trent entered Sasha’s room...

Fuck!

That motherfucker was laughing his ass off as he climbed the stairs, passing Brody and Julian on the way. Brody stared at Archer, confusion glinting in his green eyes. How did he explain to his best friend what he saw happening between Wyatt and Sasha? Was he even supposed to? He scrubbed his face and exhaled. Anything he said right then would’ve come out sounding horribly wrong.

“Well,” Cam said, shoulder bumping him. “That was fun. I don’t know if I’m turned on because she was wearing a strap on or because Wyatt was inside of her, filling her with his cum and we got to watch.”

He didn’t need a reminder. “Can we not?”

“Can we not, what?” Brody asked, joining them at the mouth of the small kitchenette. “Did someone scream or?”

Julian snorted on his way to the coffeepot, looking like some cat who ate the canary. “You boys are so na?ve.”

“No one wants to hear comments from the peanut gallery,” Archer said. Bad enough, he knew Wyatt fucked the little twink’s mouth while they waited for the coffee to make. The jealous part of him wanted to rat the guy out and be the shoulder Sasha cried on. However, he resisted. Sasha and Wyatt trauma bonded. They had a deeper connection, different from her and Archer.

“Well,” Julian spun away from the counter, coffee mug in hand, not spilling a drop. “Just so you know, I tell the juiciest stories if you ever need a bedtime nightcap.”

Nope.

If Archer wanted the truth, he’d ask. No need in listening to gossip. Still, the glitter in Julian’s gaze as he ate up Archer, Cam, and Brody, said Julian had something he was dying to tell them while also eye fucking them.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Brody muttered. “Maybe I’d be inclined to take you up on the offer if you weren’t trying to bang me and my friends.”

Julian pouted. “So unfair.”

“Life isn’t fair, sweetheart,” Cam said. “Go blow your bullshit up someone else’s ass. We’re not in the mood.”

Archer coughed to cover his chuckle. Asshole. “Look, Sasha isn’t doing well and...”

“She sounded like she was feeling fine a minute ago,” Julian tittered, smirking over the rim of his cup.

“I swear to fuck I am going to kill him when I see his fucking face again,” Wyatt snapped, storming out of the room he shared with Sasha. He came to an abrupt halt when he saw Julian. “Don’t you have a swamp you should be occupying.”

“Someone’s pissy,” Julian murmured, enjoying the drama.

“Fuck off, Julian,” Wyatt snapped.

Julian laughed as he exited the kitchen and went back upstairs. Wyatt didn’t face them. Instead, he busied himself by making another pot of coffee. Archer frowned. Someone needed to say something. Break the tension. It would be so easy to rip Wyatt apart, but it wasn’t Archer’s place to do so, nor was it Wyatt’s fault. Plus, doing so would mean admitting those long dormant feelings he had for Sasha had bubbled to the surface.

“I have a question,” Cam said, sauntering over to Wyatt and leaned against the counter.

Tension filled Wyatt’s shoulders. His wet hair hung in his face, though not enough Archer couldn’t see the crimson spreading across his cheeks. Everything he did was robotic. After blowing his load, he should have been relaxed. If anything, it was as if the scene Archer and the others walked in on was a figment of their imaginations. Not the real deal.

“I am honestly not the best company right now,” Wyatt whispered. “Sasha is, rightfully, upset. I guess I should be grateful she didn’t throw up again, but she’s staring out the window overlooking the garden tub, and I feel like I’m losing another partner. So, can we save the questions for some other day?”

“Shit,” Brody grunted. “We can talk to her.”

“She might be able to answer my questions anyway,” Cam added.

“If it means anything,” Archer said, “we didn’t mean to interrupt. I broke a boundary. I’m sorry.”

Wyatt waved him off. “I don’t think she’s upset with you. It’s Trent. All Trent.”

The muscle in Archer’s jaw flexed. “Yeah. That fucker.”

“I want to see Sasha,” Cam said. “You go discuss what you have planned for Trent, and I’ll go check on her. We’ll reconvene in an hour.”

“She might not want to talk to you,” Wyatt stated, still not facing them. There was tremor there in the set of his shoulders. His knuckles turned a shade of white the harder he squeezed the counter, turning his skin splotchy.

“I know,” Cam replied. “Have to try.”

He didn’t wait for Archer to say anything. Cam went into the room and closed the door behind him quietly. When Archer didn’t hear any screaming or shit being thrown, he relaxed. At least they had a chance to make things right with her.

Now, if they could figure out what to do with Trent.

Cam stepped into the bedroom cautiously. His gaze landing on ever surface, before stepping deeper into the space. Walking in on her... There weren’t enough words to express how he felt. Excited, mostly. He’d been sporting a chubby since the moment his gaze landed on the silicone cock jutting upward from between her legs.

Angry, because the second they let their guard down, Trent showed up and ruined a moment for Sasha and Wyatt. Most of all, he’d been disappointed in himself. He ran headlong into Sasha’s room, thinking she needed him to protect her, when in fact, she’d been having some good, old fashion dirty sex with her skating partner. There was nothing wrong with that.

Except, he was jealous.

That was for another time, though.

Cam found Sasha exactly where Wyatt said she’d be, sitting in the large whirlpool garden tub, naked, staring out at the snowy morning vista. Those low hanging, purple and gray clouds held tons of snow, adding to the overwhelming accumulation already on the ground and matched the energy permeating the space. He tapped on the doorjamb gently, so not to startle her. When she didn’t react. Worry tightened his chest.

In a flash, he crossed the space, shedding his clothes to jump in the tub to make sure she hadn’t harmed herself. When he got within inches of her, she gasped, staring at him. Probably not the best way to apologize, especially after how they last saw each other, but he didn’t give a shit. She could chew his ass out later.

After he made sure she was okay.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I knocked,” he said, climbing in behind her to hold her. “Don’t mind my cock. He’s got a mind of his own and right now. However, you shouldn’t be alone.”

Sasha snorted. “Just like a guy, letting his cock do all the thinking.”

“What can I say,” Cam muttered, “junior is an asshole.”

She chuffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “This is all so wrong.” She scrubbed her face, sprinkling water over his bent knees.

The warmth of her bath cut the chill in the space. The silky bubbles caressed his skin, and he knew he’d smell like some luxurious perfume for hours. He didn’t care. As long as he was there with her and she trusted him with the truth, he’d wear her fragrance every day.

“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing the back of her head. The aroma of berries and honey assailed him. Seemed she still used the same hair soap she used to use as a kid, too. “With Trent in the penthouse—er—suite with us, Archer and me... Well, we thought he was hurting you again.”

She sagged in Cam’s arms. “If only. That would make this situation so much easier.”

“Can I ask a question?” Cam hedged.

“Why do I have a feeling I won’t like it?” She turned her head, giving him major side-eye.

“I mean...” He shrugged. “Never know. What did our coach always tell us? The only stupid question is the one not asked or whatever?”

“Which opened the door to so many useless questions,” Sasha groaned. “I swear you and Archer and Brody did it on purpose.”

“You caught us,” he said with a small laugh. “Here goes... Who’s the big spoon?”

Sasha turned halfway around, causing the water and suds to slosh. “Cam Ellis! What the fuck kind of question is that?”

Laughter built in his chest as he tried to keep a straight face. “An honest one?”

She stared at him. Face the color of a pomegranate. Eyes closed to slits, glaring at him. Her pretty little mouth thinned as she inhaled, ready to attack him. He beat her to it, kissing her instead. He used her anger, dragging her from her morose thoughts, bring her back to the present, not locked in her memories of a few minutes ago. Sasha bit his bottom lip, and he groaned, cupping her face with his hands, holding her steady.

Sasha burned for him. The whipish fury of arousal and anger lashed at him. He ate her pain. Her worries and doubts. With each stroke of his tongue across hers, he drew out the wanton woman. The woman he’d only glimpsed for a second. She reminded him of a phoenix appearing out of the ash in a ball of fire and light.

He wanted to bask in her radiance.

She straddled him, pressing the crest of his dick to her clit. His heart thumped against his rips. His gut tightened. When she adjusted their position, he slid deep inside her and a choked sob tore from him. He didn’t move. Cam allowed her to dictate the pace. This was her choice. Didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to shoot his load.

She pulled back slowly, staring at him with clear, violet eyes. Banked heat and arousal along with confused appeared seconds later as she rolled her hips. Cam kept his hands on the sides of the tub, giving her control. After everything she’d been through, she deserved some of her power back.

Sasha fucked him in languid thrusts, building the arousal between them. Her cheeks pinkened. Her lips parted as she panted for breath. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Regal almost. Especially when she lifted her defiant little chin and stared down at him like he was beneath him. Shit. Why did that thought turn him on more?

They didn’t speak, even as her pace quickened. Even when she buried her face in his neck and the puffs of air sent goosebumps across his exposed skin. His grip on the porcelain tightened until he thought he’d break it, then she whimpered and begged him, destroying the rest of his resolve.

“Please, Cam. Fuck me. Hard, fast. Make it go away.”

He did as she asked, grabbing her hips as he met her stroke for stroke as she kissed him, stealing his ability to reason and breathe. He pushed them higher until the dam within broke and he groaned low, filling her with his cum. Cam swallowed her moans as she clenched around him, searing his cock in her release. She trembled in his arms, going limp as they both came down from the highest highs.

When he pulled back, some of the shadows had faded in her violet eyes. Good. Feisty Sasha was always easier to talk to than scared or angry Sasha. They learned that a long time ago. “There she is.” He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I thought I lost you.”

“I’m...” She licked her bottom lip. “I’m not lost. Just...”

“Irritated? Hurt?” Cam exhaled, still hard and ready inside of her. “Sorry will never fix what happened. You were in a vulnerable position, and we fucked it up.”

“I don’t even know where to begin,” she said, swiping her eyes as she sagged against him. “I think Wyatt is hiding something from me.”

“Well, I honestly don’t think he can hide very much from you,” Cam said, tugging her back into his arms. The pleasant weight of her body against his, relaxed a piece of him that hadn’t unlocked since the moment Sasha screamed on the ice all those years ago. “Look, I could give you a million excuses on why we walked in on you. None of them make a damn bit of sense or make anything that’s happened better. So, I’ll say this. The last time we heard you scream; we never saw you again.”

She sniffled. “I hadn’t even thought about that.”

“Why would you? You were experiencing the best orgasm, not reliving a nightmare. Which between us, you’re fucking gorgeous when you come. Even though we just fucked, I’m still hard, thinking about it.”

“Cam...”

“I’m serious. It’s why my dick is in a bind,” he replied, wiggling his hips to prove his point.

She shook her head and groaned. “You’re still an asshole.” There wasn’t a lick of censure or heat to her statement.

“And you still haven’t answered my question,” he retorted.

“Ohmigod,” she huffed.

“Fyi: I pictured you as the big spoon. The way you wield cock...” he gave a low whistle. “I bet you make Wyatt call you daddy.”

“You are not making this any easier,” she whined.

“Oh, come on, Sasha. It’s not the end of the world. So, you enjoy pegging. You’re both consenting adults. Who cares?”

“So, you’re telling me, if I decided to peg you, you’d be okay with others knowing?” She quirked a brow in challenge.

“I mean...” A sly grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “As long as you’re gentle with me. It’ll be my first time, you know? Still, afterwards, if you big spoon me, I might be okay with the others knowing.”

Sasha scrubbed her face and moaned. “This is not happening right now.”

“I’m afraid it is,” he replied. “But, in all seriousness...” He took her hand. “What can I do to fix this between us? We just got you back, and I’m afraid of losing you again.”

Softness filled her overwrought features. Her bottom lip trembled while tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Cam. We’ll figure everything out. As for Trent... I hate him so much.”

“I know babe. So, tell me. What can I do, besides fucking you silly, to help erase him from your thoughts?” Cam pressed, kissing her temple.

“Just hold me like this and never let go,” she murmured.

“As you wish.”