Dark Ties: Broken Saints Society 1

by Thorne, Leia

  Mrs. de Pont had it cleared out, obviously, when she moved. But seeing the empty room…void of Lesley’s things… I don’t want that to replace the memories I have of her there.

  I enter the living room and spread the blanket over the tile floor. Remi hesitates for a moment, but then joins the rest of the group on the blanket, forming a circle.

  Opening the baggie, I drop one of the tabs in my palm, then pass the bag to Gage, who does the same. “I’ll start,” I say. “Palmer, Remi, sit beside me.”

  The girls trade places with Rush and Emry. Remi takes the spot beside me, Palmer on her left, and Gage orders Rush to move down so he can sit beside me. I roll my eyes, and turn to Remi. “Don’t worry,” I assure her. “You’re not taking a full hit. We’re sharing. Just enough to make you feel good and relaxed. You’ll love it.”

  Her mouth rims with a tight smile. “Okay. I’m fine.”

  Who is she trying to reassure? Me or herself?

  Honestly, it’s just an assumption that this is Remi’s first dose of molly based on her shy nature. But she could be more experienced than Rush. I watch her closely for a moment, gauging her demeanor, and decide her hesitancy has little to do with the drug and more so with Gage.

  She keeps peeking up at him, waiting for him to notice her. I want to smack him. His little stunt today in the locker room could negate any progress we’ve made with her thus far.

  If she’s falling for him, all it will take is one misstep on his part—that Gage is so famously known for when it comes to meaningless sex—and she’ll walk away from the Broken Saints with a broken heart.

  Despite my frustration with him as of late, I decide to join forces, if just for tonight.

  I place the tab on my fingertip and hold it out to Palmer. She pops my finger into her mouth and rolls the tab around her tongue, then offers it to Remi, the tab held out on the tip of her tongue.

  Remi takes a breath before meeting Palmer’s mouth, stealing the tab with her own tongue and what looks like a soft kiss.

  “Hot,” Rush remarks.

  I shoot him disapproving look before I give Remi my attention. “Just roll it around a couple of times, then put it on your finger.”

  She does so, and I lick it off, only taking a small hit before I push the tab onto the pad of my finger and offer it to Gage.

  “Sawyer doesn’t kiss,” Palmer says to Remi, in answer to her puzzled expression.

  “What do you mean?” Remi asks.

  “She’s never kissed anyone before,” Palmer explains. “That’s why she’s special.”

  I smile at Palmer and her reasoning. “She’s right. I’m a kiss virgin.”

  Gage snorts. “She makes up for it in other ways…” He sucks my finger into his mouth, his blue eyes hard on me, as he drags his teeth along my finger before releasing me. He sits back. “I’m not passing,” he says around the tab. “Start another round.” He tosses the baggie to Rush.

  I scowl at him. He’s being reckless. Or he’s trying to make me believe he is. Either way, I have to defuse this tension between us before Remi becomes too curious.

  I slap his arm teasingly, already feeling the effects of the molly. “Be nice,” I warn him. And for a fleeing moment, it almost feels like old times. Maybe we need this banter, this time to play. Rush is right; we’ve been too intense lately.

  “I think that’s cool,” Remi says to me. “That you’re waiting for the right person and the perfect kiss.”

  “Something like that,” I say, giving her a small smile. “How do you feel?”

  She thinks about it with a casual tilt of her head. “Good, actually.”

  Palmer wraps her arms around Remi. “Just wait. It gets better.”

  After the molly has made its rounds, I tell Palmer to pick some music and I dim the lights further. “Truth or Dare?”

  Rush groans. “Is this because of the newbie?”

  “Stop it, Rush,” I reprimand him. “This is a time-honored tradition when getting to know people. We did it with you, if you recall.”

  He concedes with a shrug. “All right. But no lame shit.”

  Emry winks at Palmer. “I’ll go first.” He glances around, then says, “Palm, truth or dare?”

  “Dare,” Palmer says easily.

  “I dare you to touch yourself,” Emry says.

  She laughs. “Where, Ems? My toe?” She tosses her shoe at him, then continues to remove her other shoe and touch her toe. “There. I even removed two articles of clothing for you.” She pokes her tongue out.

  “Okay. My turn,” Palmer says. “Remi, truth or dare?”

  Remi presses her hands together, looking unsure. “Dare…? No, truth.”

  Palmer frowns. “Hmm. All right. Who was your first kiss?”

  “Oh, my god. It was so bad.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Timothy Akins. Seventh grade at the movie theater. He came in hot and heavy, and chipped my tooth. I had to explain to my mom that…” She trails off, blinks, as if she’s lost her train of thought. “Anyway, it was awful. The dentist trip later made it even worse while trying to explain how it happened.”

  As Palmer laughs at her story, I study her outright. The topic of her mother seems to always affect her. As if each time, it’s a punishment to talk about her.

  It’s the same way I feel when I hear Lesley’s name mentioned.

  “Pick someone,” I urge Remi.

  She bites her lip, her eyes going glassy. She’s feeling the effects of the drug a little more. “Rush. Truth or dare?”

  He blows out a heavy breath. “Dare. Impress me.”

  “I dare you to hump Emry,” Remi says with no hesitation.

  Rush laughs. “You’re a nasty girl, aren’t you? A dirty, dirty girl.” But he takes the dare, making a mocking show of wrestling Emry to the floor and dry humping his leg.

  My skins heats as I laugh, the drug coursing through my veins and making me giddy. The rest laugh at the scene, and Remi looks over at me. “My hair feels so soft…,” she remarks, running her fingers through her dark strands. “Like feathers.”

  “I like this girl,” Rush says, taking his place again amid the circle. “But let’s level this shit up, okay?” Rush looks at each one of us in turn, then points to Gage. “You know the drill.”

  Gage leans back on his hands. “Dare.”

  Rush pretends to think, but I know him—he already has something concocted in his devious mind. He points to Remi. “Suck those titties. I want to see them.”

  “Jesus, Rush,” Palmer says. “You’re so crass.”

  He shrugs, unapologetic. “I like titties.”

  Remi may be feeling a slight effect of the molly, but it’s not enough to curb her wariness completely. Gage has to handle this delicately, or else she’ll bolt. I gave her permission to leave at any time, and I’m afraid the drug will have an averse effect if she becomes too uncomfortable.

  I look at Gage and tilt my head, letting him know to be cautious.

  “I’ve got this,” Gage says. He crawls over toward Remi and gives her his slanted, sexy grin. “Do I have your permission to suck those titties?” he says in mock humor to echo Rush.

  She actually laughs. “I guess so… It’s a dare, right?”

  Gage tackles her playfully, motor boating her boobs over her T-shirt. She giggles, trying to catch her breath, as he continues to tickle her breasts.

  “Jesus…” Rush says. “You guys just killed my libido.”

  But as I watch Remi and Gage together, their comical moment suddenly turns serious as Gage leans over her and stares into her eyes. He uses his teeth to slowly draw up her shirt, revealing her trim belly and white lacey bra.

  He first nips her breast through the sheer material, then uses his finger to push the cup aside and sucks her nipple into his mouth.

  Remi closes her eyes, blocking out the world around her, as Gage sensually kisses her breast. An ache twinges in the pit of my stomach, tying my insides into a tight knot at the sight.

  The w
ay he is with her…so tender, so reverent…I could claim it’s to further lure her deeper into our group—that it’s necessary. But as he touchers her body almost worshipfully, it’s too convincing, and I have to look away as he lifts up and brushes her hair from her face.

  “Damn, that’s hot,” Rush says.

  “Everything is hot to you,” Palmer jeers.

  I peek over to see Remi blush and try to hide her face, but Gage palms her cheek, making her look at him. “You want to have more fun?” he asks.

  She nods, and he pulls her up beside him into a sitting position.

  “Sawyer,” Gage addresses me. “Can you make her more comfortable?”

  “Oh, now I’m included,” I mutter under my breath.

  Gage’s head jerks my way, a hard glint in his smoldering blue irises. His eyes narrow in warning. Jealous? he mouths. Remi bites her lip, her gaze jumping between us, unsure.

  I smile sweetly at her. “Ignore me,” I tell her, reassuring. “It’s how I get on molly.”

  Palmer speaks up. “It is,” she confirms, as she peels her shirt off and tosses it aside. She’s not wearing a bra, her body always ready to be displayed. “And it’s kind of their thing. They always bicker with each other. Like siblings.” She giggles. “Oh, my god. I’m sorry, Saw. I forgot you hate that.” She frowns apologetically. “God, it’s hot in here.”

  I toss her a seething look. Okay, maybe the molly wasn’t the best idea for everyone.

  Gage sneers my way. “Yeah, sis.”

  I ignore him. “It’s okay, Palm. It’s true. Sibling rivalry at its finest.” I cock my head.

  Let’s get this over with. I crawl over to Remi and sit beside her, taking her hand in mine. “Let’s just enjoy the show, all right?” I trace the top of her hand softly, knowing how good it feels, the slightest stimulation an erogenous conductor for the whole body.

  “This isn’t the first time I’ve done this,” she says to me, her eyes glassing over.

  My brows knit together as I look at her. “What? Molly?”

  She nods. “I just forgot how good it feels.”

  Our little pet really isn’t as innocent as Gage led us to believe. I watch him as he directs Palmer and Emry, giving them their own little side mission to help welcome Remi. Then he takes up the space beside Remi as we lean against the sofa.

  I continue to play with her hand as Palmer dances to the slow beat, her movements flowing languid and effortless. A sultry mix of ballet and her own steps, stretching her lean body in long, graceful forms, shifting to faster steps to synch with the music as the rhythm increases in tempo.

  It’s hypnotic. Palmer unfastens the snap of her skirt and, as she strips, removing the rest of her constrictive clothing, Emry moves in. He tugs off his shirt, revealing lean abs and solid muscle definition. He’s built perfectly for her, complimenting her grace with his strength.

  “They’re beautiful together,” Remi remarks.

  “They are,” I echo, peeking over at Gage. His eyes trail after Palmer and Emry as they embrace, and he places his hand on Remi’s thigh.

  He leans in close to her ear. “You’re beautiful.”

  By the end of tonight, Remi will either accept her place among us, or she’ll reject us. But either way, this is her point of no return.

  Chapter 16

  Remi

  Somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice is whispering, trying to be heard, trying to tell me something important. But I can’t hear it over the music, my focus drawn to the couple touching and caressing each other in the middle of the room.

  I think it’s Roland’s voice… Something about locker rooms and gang-bangs? I remember I wanted to laugh at him, the idea of it so ludicrous. But as I sit here, feeling the music thrum through my body, vibrating every cell, making me soft and light… This seems like the most logical and natural state.

  Sawyer strokes her fingertips up my arm, sending a ripple of pleasure over my skin. Gage gently rubs my thigh, causing heat to bloom deep in my belly. And the sight before us is so flawless, so erotic in the most primal way…

  “I want to be her,” I say aloud. “Palmer doesn’t fear anything.”

  “What do you fear?” Gage asks me.

  I shake my head lightly. “Too much.”

  Sawyer combs her fingers through my hair, tempting me to close my eyes at the rousing sensation, but I want to keep watching them. Palmer unbuckles Emry’s belt, then works his slacks down his strong legs as she kneels before him.

  For the first time, I look over at Rush, having forgot he was here with us. He’s watching the couple, too, as he massages his crotch, and the sight is so evocative I feel wetness coat my panties.

  Rush tosses me a smirk, as if he knows what I’m thinking, feeling, then stands up to join Palmer and Emry. I watch with bated breath as he kneels behind Palmer and grasps her hips. She has Emry’s cock in her hand, stroking him, while Rush spreads her knees apart and slides his hand between her thighs.

  Jesus. I blink hard, give my head a slight shake to clear the gauzy web layering my brain. I’m not high—I know the difference. I’ve done molly before, and other drugs…and I know that I could sober up very quickly right now if I wanted, but I’m just not sure what I want.

  Gage’s hand slips between my thighs, and he brushes his thumb hard over the seam of my pants. A shuddering breath escapes me.

  “Take them off,” I say. I can’t believe I just said that, so boldly…but I remember how good it felt today when Gage went down on me, and I don’t want any barriers between us right now.

  Sawyer undoes my snap, then moves in front of me and starts easing my pants down. Gage dips his hand over my panties, touching me through the lacy material.

  I’m being seduced. I’m allowing myself to be seduced—and the past six month falls away, taking with it the trauma and shame. If this is all it takes to forget the past, I’ll willingly dive into oblivion.

  “At the treetop,” Gage says, his voice low, guttural. “There are no rules. No conventions. No judgement or shame. Whatever you want, when you want it. That’s the deal.” He nips my earlobe. “All you have to do is ask.”

  I nod along to his words. “I just want to forget.”

  They’re both quiet for a tense moment, the music filling the empty space. Then Sawyer touches my face, bringing my gaze to meet hers. “I’ll help you.”

  I lick my lips as she inches up my shirt. She doesn’t remove it; somehow, she knows I’m too self-conscious in front of everyone; but she slips it over my bra, providing her access to push the padding below the swell of my breasts, just as Gage did a moment ago. The chilly air touches my skin, dousing some of the fire licking me from the inside out.

  “Watch them,” Gage says, encouraging me to lose myself in the debauchery unfolding in the middle of the room. “What is the sexiest part?”

  I inhale deeply. “The way they want her,” I hear myself say.

  Gage kisses my neck, eliciting a soft moan from me, and I let Sawyer caress me openly, a feeling of overwhelm settling around my lungs, making it hard to breathe.

  I arch my back as Rush takes Palmer from behind, his hips thrusting powerfully against her. She twirls her tongue around Emry’s cock before he pushes into her mouth, and I can’t even believe I’m here, watching this, participating in this… But just as soon as Gage slides his hand beneath my panties, my breathing hitches, every molecule of my body ratchets to the beat of the music. I’m engulfed in flames.

  “Too much…” I say, and swallow hard. My throat is thick, my mouth parched. “It’s too much.”

  Sawyer backs off a little, giving me space to breathe, and Gage continues to lightly stroke my clit, sending tremors of electricity skittering through my belly.

  “Tell us what you want?” Gage asks.

  I have no idea… I know that I want to be like Palmer, so free and open—but she’s too beautiful. Too confident. And maybe she doesn’t have the same past to fear as me. Maybe there’s nothing holding
her back…

  “Do you want to come at the same time she does?” Sawyer asks.

  I nod slowly. Yes. That makes sense.

  “Palm,” Gage calls out. “Look this way.”

  Palmer does on command, locking eyes with me, and it’s in this moment that I realize what they’re doing, and why I’m here.

  You are cordially invited to become a member of the Broken Saints Society.

  I see the black invitation in my mind. I can feel the soft matte of the card.

  Secret society.

  The rumors were true.

  I start to come down from the molly a bit, and an anxious flutter envelops my chest.

  “It’s okay,” Sawyer says. “You can go at any time,” she reminds me. “Do you want to leave?”

  Do I? What’s outside? What’s out there that’s any better than inside this room?

  Death. Disappointment. Guilt.

  “What do you want from me?” I ask her.

  She smiles at me, but it’s full of melancholy. “For you to be one of us, Remi.” She lays her hand over mine. “For you to accept us. That’s all any of us ever want, right?”

  Is she telling the truth? Yet, in my current state of mind, I find that I don’t care. Acceptance feels better than good; it feels amazing. Like I can tell them the truth. Like if I do tell them, I won’t see that same miserable and disgusted look that I see on my father’s face when he looks at me.

  “All right,” I say. I face Sawyer, holding her emerald, welcoming gaze as she moves her hand over my breast, fondling my nipple and driving the ache deeper.

  Gage is already there, slipping his finger inside me as he kisses my neck. I undulate my hips to his rhythm, needing the throbbing pain to subside. I can feel it in my lower back, the mounting pressure, and at any other time, I might be embarrassed at how wet I am; I can feel his hand slick against me as he works my clit. But I’m not ashamed. Not with them in this moment.

  Sawyer sucks my nipple into her mouth, and a kaleidoscope of lights flicker across the back of my eyelids. I open my eyes to see Palmer on top of Rush, riding him with abandon, grinding her hips against him, as Emry fucks her face. She moans brashly, and the sound of Rush as he pants over the music…