17. Chapter 17

Islowly regain consciousness to the feeling of aches and pains in my whole body, and I have to assume this is similar to what it feels like after pushing a kid out of your vagina. I may have woken up a little overdramatic, but the ache in my pussy is the first thing I feel.

Forcing my eyes open, I'm surprised to find that Beck is carrying me into the elevator at our temporary apartment, Rick is beside us holding the doors open. The initial aches and pains start to dull down as my fingers flex against his shirt and he looks down at me, concern entering his eyes. The anger that filled them for so long isn't there anymore.

"I can stand," I say softly, and Beck frowns but gently lowers my legs. Rick reaches out a steadying hand, but Beck doesn"t let go until I"m standing on my own. I look down at myself and take stock.

Scratches and bruises decorate my skin, clearly visible through the layer of dirt and debris from the forest. I can only imagine how my face and hair look because the elevator thankfully doesn"t have a mirror. I"m only in my tank and the leggings I was wearing, which now have a huge gaping tear in the crotch, meaning if anyone else gets in the elevator, they may die because my pussy is very much on display.

"You okay?" Beck murmurs, and I almost laugh.

My lips twitch as I look at him. "Do I look okay?" I ask, my voice stronger now but still with that edge of rasp from screaming down the forest. We must not have been anywhere near civilization, or I"m sure we would be in FBI custody again. He tilts his head to look at me while Rick chuckles.

"You look thoroughly fucked, so yes, you look fucking perfect," Beck responds with a sly smile.

I should not have heart eyes at this new depraved side of them, but goddamn, it makes me warm and tingly.

The elevator finally comes to a stop, and I manage to walk out of it without wincing. Even if I did leave my dignity on the forest floor, I could at least be proud of not limping or wincing. As I wait for Beck to unlock the door, however, the dirt and mud start to make me itch, and I"m already pulling the leggings off as I walk through the door, throwing them at Rick. He deserved a reward for eating me out so well. My tank is already over my head when I hear Kacey"s voice.

"Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck happened?" he asks, his voice filled with shock. I also toss the tank to Rick with a grin.

"That"s actually exactly what happened," I quip as I continue walking. I catch Nix"s eyes where he too is watching me from the couch, but I don"t see shock in his gaze. All I see is heat, and it makes me wish I didn"t desperately need another shower and perhaps an ice pack for my pussy.

I"m about to turn into the bathroom when Beck steers me past it and straight into the main bedroom.

"Hate to break it to you, but you kinda ruined your chance at a quick round two," I joke, and he just scoffs at me as he manhandles me into the ensuite. It"s clear this is the room he and Rick shared last night. The bathroom isn"t large, just a shower, sink, and toilet, but the shower is big enough for two. Beck turns on the water, testing the temperature before shoving me under the spray.

"Chasing me is one thing, drowning me is something else entirely, and don"t think I won"t kill you if you try. I know how, remember," I snark after sputtering and moving out of the direct water.

"Maybe we should go back to when you weren"t talking to us, little rabbit," he responds as he starts pulling off his clothes, revealing tanned, tattooed flesh. He is stepping into the shower with me before I realize I"m standing there drooling at him.

"Yep, exactly like that," he says with a smirk, and I slap a hand against his chest with a growl, turning my back on him. I reach to pick up the shampoo from the shelf, but he takes it from my hands.

"Unlike you, if I hurt someone, I like to take the time to help with the pain and make my partner feel better. I"ve found that I really enjoy aftercare," he says as he puts the shampoo back onto the shelf and then starts massaging it into my hair. I almost moan at the feeling of his fingers moving through my wet hair.

"I could make you feel better if you need," I say softly, and he chuckles.

"I"m sure you could, but you"ve had enough for one day," his tone allows for no arguments, and I let him take his time, enjoying the feeling of his hands slowly working out the aches in my muscles and cleaning away the dirt.

"I didn"t like hurting you, Beck. I felt like I had no other choice," I eventually say softly when he is rubbing body wash into the front of my body. His green eyes look into mine briefly before returning to his task.

"You always had a choice, Ashley. You just made the wrong one."

I fall silent as I allow myself to be taken care of by him, feeling his hands move over my body with care and attention. He pays extra special attention to gently cleaning my pussy until I"m almost begging him to fuck me again. But he just moves down to my legs, washing them and massaging the aching muscles there until I"m almost a puddle of melted jello.

Then, his lips touch my skin for the first time in twelve years as he slowly kisses his way back up my body. He kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my jaw, but never the place I need him to. Frustration bubbles up inside me; he seems to have forgotten who I am. I shove his chest until his back hits the tiles, and he chuckles briefly before I"m dragging his lips against mine.

The kiss is brief but dirty enough to make me wet, and not from the shower. He gently pushes me away again, his eyes looking at me intensely as he says, "Stay."

I raise an eyebrow at him and snap, "I"m not a dog." His grin turns wicked as he uses the body wash to quickly get clean, taking only a moment on himself where he took a long time on me.

"Careful, both Nix and I would happily make you crawl and beg too," he warns, his tone teasing and provocative. These men, these fucking men with their wicked tongues, are going to be the death of me.

Beck turns the shower off, guiding me out and wrapping me in a fluffy white towel, drying me quickly, and then himself before moving me to the bed. He gets me to slide under the covers naked as he turns the lights off and slides in on the other side, dragging me toward him until we are tangled together.

"Where is Rick?" I ask softly, my voice already slurring slightly as sleep creeps up on me.

"Oh, he's probably out torturing the good detective with all the juicy details from our night," he responds, and I hear the smile in his voice. I want to giggle, but sleep is already dragging me under.