by KL Donn
“Mmm, so good,” she half moaned, half whispered. Leaning back into Linc’s chest as she descended on his cock.
“Pure warmth. Sunshine,” he murmured in her ear. “Can’t get enough of your heat.”
A thud in front of her stopped her movements, drawing her attention to the fact Creed had left and she hadn’t noticed.
Seeing him in front of them now, sitting in a chair with his eyes glued to Linc’s cock penetrating her, her breath caught in her throat. Her heartbeat sped out of control and she nearly lost her balance. Linc’s hands on her hips steadied her so she didn’t fall.
Meeting Creed’s eyes she waited for direction, for what he wanted her to do. She’d never been in this position before. One man’s cock buried balls deep inside of her while another watched. It was oddly erotic, enticing. She was finding the more he just stared at them the more turned on she was. She could feel how wet it was making her.
“Ride him,” Creed finally whispered. Reaching forward he ran his fingers through her pussy lips, soaking his fingers in her juices and lightly grazing her clit with one finger when he pulled back, sending a shiver up her spine.
She watched in fascination as he wrapped the same fingers covered in her essence around his cock and started stroking slowly, at first. “Ride,” he demanded again, rougher. Desire laced his voice making it deeper than before.
Doing as he demanded she tried to match her strokes to his. One of Linc’s hands released her hips to snake down and start rubbing slow circles on her clit. Pleasure ran through her. Something so intense she almost couldn’t contain it.
“Oh, God,” she moaned out.
“Let go, Kennedy,” Creed growled, sounding as close as she was.
Squeezing her walls tighter on every stroke as Linc took over pumping up into her, he started cursing. “Tighter, Sunshine,” he begged her.
Squeezing as tight as she could, she knelt up slightly so he had better access as he began pumping into her harder. She felt like she could feel him growing larger. She was soon so lost in her pleasure that she didn’t know where she began and Linc ended. It was intense, mind-blowing pleasure. Her entire body started tingling in a way she’d never dreamed possible.
Her toes curled, legs tensed, and her back bowed her forward so hard she feared it would snap. In the next moment lights danced in front of her and her ears buzzed. Her pulse was so fast she could feel it all along her body traveling from one pleasure point to the next. Her orgasm so overwhelming she couldn’t see straight.
“Linc,” she screamed in pleasure-induced fear.
Creed came forward then, kissing along her neck up to her jaw. Sucking her lower lip into his mouth, he bit down gently as she felt a warm splash land on her chest. Startled, she soon realized through Creed’s moans that he’d just come all over her. It took away the fear from her orgasm having him share his pleasure with her in such an elemental way.
“Holy fuck,” Linc whispered underneath her as she felt him shoot jets of cum deep inside her body. The warmth eased any lingering fear she had. Knowing they were as much a part of her as she was to them was soothing and freeing all at the same time.
It wasn’t long after that she started to feel drowsy. When they tried getting her up to help her get clean and ready for bed, she waved them off just wanting to bask in the afterglow of their love-making. They weren’t perfect, but together they were whole.
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She couldn’t breathe, something was constricting her throat and squeezing tighter and tighter the more she struggled. It felt like a boa constrictor around her neck. Floating aimlessly in the air, she was confused.
Screaming in the distance drew her attention. Trying to seek out the source of the noise, she was stuck. Almost like an out of body experience. She struggled to move, to find the screaming. To stop it.
Panic soon set in and she was screaming herself. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on moving her weightless form. When she heard the screams coming closer, she opened her eyes to find she was flying. It was strange but she felt almost free like that.
It wasn’t long before she realized where she was and what was happening. Shaking her head back and forth, she started mumbling, “no, no, no, no,” repeatedly. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to live it again.
Trying her best to get further away from that cabin, she found the more she fought the closer she came to it. It wasn’t long before she was back in that room, seeing it all happen again, watching that woman beat her like she was nothing. The horrible things she would say to her.
Turning away from the scene before her, she tried to run out the door but it was stuck. She started banging on it so hard her hands bled.
A menacing laugh had her turning back around in horror. She remembered that laugh. What was coming next? The awful pain. The way she just watched as it happened, not making a sound.
“Fight, Kennedy!” She tried screaming into the room but her voice was gone. No sound came out. Running to the bed, she tried grabbing the knife from the woman’s hand but her own seemed to slip right through her.
“Fight, goddamn it!” She tried screaming right in her own ear this time. But still no sound came out.
As the woman started slicing shallow cuts on her arms, she felt each one like they were happening again. Panicked, she ripped her shirt off to try and stop the bleeding, only to discover her own arms were bleeding just the same again.
Her body instantly started shaking, fear wrapped its tentacles around her heart. Ice bled into her veins. Cold, she was so cold. The fear was consuming her to the point she couldn’t function. Sliding down to the floor, she laid there watching in horror as it all happened again.
Hearing a door slam, she saw him throw Emily into the room landing in the blood that had leaked from her body in tiny rivulets. Trying to gain strength she told Emily, “Run,” in a pathetic whimper.
When Emily seemed to look up, she thought maybe she’d heard her and would run. Only she was frozen in shock upon seeing the woman. “Please, Emily,” she tried begging again. Wanting to save her friend the pain she knew she would eventually feel.
Standing, she tried moving towards her but realized she was stuck. Looking around, she came face to face with herself. Chained to a wall.
“Oh, God,” she moaned in horror.
Hearing a crash behind her she whipped around to find Emily passed out on the floor, a clump of blood marring her golden hair.
“Please don’t do this,” she begged as the woman and her husband walked towards her. They walked right past her to her real life body, a blow to the face had her blacking out again.
When she awoke, her body was tied the table in the middle of the room and Emily was chained in her spot on the wall.
“This can’t be happening again,” she screamed out.
Sitting on the floor cradling her knees to her chest, she tried to figure out what was going on, why she was back in hell. What did she do so wrong in her life that she deserved to be tortured twice?
A stabbing pain on the bottom of her foot had her real self screaming out, clutching it, only to find nothing there. Gazing back up at the couple, she watched as the woman pulled a needle from her foot.
Bile threatened to rise up her throat, and she had to breathe deeply to swallow it back down. She refused to give them the satisfaction of losing it.
A moan from behind her had all of them looking at Emily. She watched as her eyes took in the room around them and everyone’s positions in it. When her eyes met Kennedy, they filled with remorse.
Kennedy remembered that moment like it was yesterday.
When she had first seen Emily she’d been terrified, then it had been turned to anger. How dare they? How could they think that it was ok to torture women this way? Had she had her own voice she would have blasted them, but Emily had taken care of that for them. In that moment, she’d never been more proud of someone in her entire life. Emily threw herself at them with words so they’d be
distracted from Kennedy.
“Hey!” she’d tried yelling, but it was more like a whisper. Clearing her throat, her voice was stronger when she yelled again. “Hey, bitch! Why don’t you take on someone not tied up and defenseless?”
Their eyes had clashed across the room. Kennedy tried to beg her to stop, to leave it alone. They both didn’t need to suffer this pain. Emily’s voice screamed of strength and conviction; a hatred for their captors she wished she could convey herself.
“C’mon, Mama, come play with a big girl.” Emily kept taunting her. She wanted to scream at her to stop, to just keep quiet. But Emily was on a mission.
When Emily looked at the man she smirked, saying, “She’s not woman enough for you anymore, is she? She’s lost that spark she used to have, huh? That’s why you’ve been trying to nail my ass for years!” Turning back to the woman she laughed. “Ya, you know it, too, don’t you, honey? You feel him pulling away every day. He barely touches you now, huh. It must suck knowing you can’t keep this fruit cake and yet, I have two gorgeous men all to myself. And this one…” Kennedy held her breath when the woman started to move towards Emily. “He wants me, too. That must burn.” Emily laughed when she shot a nasty look at him.
Blackness from the pain started to crowd her vision as the woman walked over to the man. She was fighting to stay awake now. Her pain was taking her under and she wasn’t strong enough to fight it. She tried to tell herself to stay awake just a little bit longer, that they would be rescued soon.
There was a loud crashing noise, gunshots, screaming and crying when the darkness finally took her away.
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Loud screams and pain-filled moans woke Creed from one of the best night’s sleep he’d had in months. Having Kennedy in their bed was far more than he’d ever imagined. Everything felt like it was finally falling into place.
Looking to where Kennedy lay between them, she was tense. Her body seemed locked tight in prose. When she let out another ear-piercing scream he tried running his hands along her body slowly, just a whisper of a touch, but it only seemed to add to her pain. He was at a loss as to what to do.
This was worse than she’d ever been in the past. She was sweating and moaning, her breaths were stuttered like there was something trapping them in her body. She was so tense he could see veins popping out in her neck and forehead.
“What the fuck do we do, Creed?” The fear in his brother’s voice had him worried. Linc was fearless.
“A shower. Go turn a cold shower on,” he ordered.
As Linc got up to do that, he started stripping off the sheets around her that were sticky with her sweat from the amount of thrashing she’d been doing. It was a testament to how intense her nightmare must be.
“Ready!” Linc yelled from the bathroom.
Picking her up he made his way to the shower, hissing when the cold water hit his body. Turning so she got the majority of the water, she started gulping in air but still wasn’t waking up. Linc climbed in beside them and tried lightly tapping her cheek, almost begging. “C’mon, Sunshine, wake up. Let us take these nightmares away.”
As she just continued to moan he tried to massage the tenseness out of her muscles; it slowly started working. He could feel her relaxing bit by bit as he made his way down her body. When he reached her legs, she began thrashing and screaming again making Creed nearly drop her.
They sunk to the floor of the shower as one when she finally let loose a scream so loud he wouldn’t be shocked to find a few shattered windows in the house.
“We might have to call for help,” Linc said to him.
Their eyes locked for a moment, fear reflected between them.
After a few more minutes of them trying to soothe her with soft words and touches, she gasped and her eyes flung open. They were wild and filled with terror and pain; finally landing on Linc and Creed, they softened with recognition.
“You saved me,” was all she whispered before passing out again.
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“What the fuck was that?” Linc growled as he shut off the shower. Grabbing towels from the shelf beside it, he wrapped one around his hips then started to slowly dry Kenny off. He was pissed and scared as he looked down at her sleeping form nestled into his brother’s chest.
“I don’t know, but I don’t like it. We need to find those numbers from the doc. Get her to see someone again,” Creed said absently not taking his eyes off of her.
Wrapping his arms gently around her Linc took her from Creed’s arms, carrying her back to the bed. Without sheets, he laid her down in the middle wrapping the big duvet over her so she wouldn’t get cold.
Leaving her to grab clothes from one of the dressers he threw a pair of sweats and a t-shirt on, tossing the same to Creed when he came out of the bathroom. Tilting his head towards to the door, he indicated to meet him downstairs. Giving Kennedy a light kiss on the forehead he watched her for a moment before leaving.
When they’d gone to find her in Italy, he held out hope that they could help her heal, move past some of her pain. While they were there it seemed to have helped her some, but he also knew she’d taken the biggest step on her own. Recognizing that she needed help and seeking it out was huge for any abuse victims.
They never pried her on what happened. She’d told them a lot of what she endured on her own, but they never pushed for more. He was thinking maybe they should have now.
When he got to the kitchen, he started a pot of coffee taking note of the time, five a.m. Hearing Creed’s footsteps on the stairs, he pulled down a couple of mugs from the cupboard as he took a seat on one of the stools at the island.
They sat side by side watching the coffee percolate. Neither saying anything or moving around anywhere; both just lost deep in thought. Before they knew it nearly thirty minutes had gone by and the sun was starting to rise. Filling their cups they went out onto the back porch, leaving the door open in case Kenny woke up and came down.
“How do we approach her about this?” Linc wondered aloud.
“We’re going to have to see if she remembers what happened first. Try and help her work through it. It’s not going to be easy on any of us.”
“I know, but fuck, we’ve never had to work so hard to wake her up before. What if there’s more she’s not telling us. What if those sick fuckers did more to her than she’s told anyone before?”
“I don’t know that’s the case. I think it has more to do with the fact that she’s home now. Around everyone who was there when she was hurting,” Creed suggested, which made sense. Fresh memories to open healing wounds. It wasn’t an easy pill to swallow knowing they might have brought this to her by letting her come home too soon.
“Did we make a mistake bringing her home?”
“No.” A small, fragile whisper spoke from behind them. Turning, they saw her wrapped up in the duvet. Her hair a mess from it not being combed after the cold shower and tear stains on her cheeks.
She’d never been more stunningly beautiful to him.
Nineteen
She’d woken up cold and to an empty bed. Wet hair reminded her of her nightmare and the fact that they’d had to stick her in a freezing shower to wake up. Guilt hit her hard and heavy. Just the night before, she’d thought she was ready to move on that her mind was finally willing to give up the horrible memories. Her heart wanted to move on, but it seemed as if her mind needed more closure.
She sat in bed for a while trying to think of how to push forward with her life. She didn’t want to be stuck in limbo anymore. She wanted the freedom of falling asleep without nightmares chasing her, the freedom to find herself, and most importantly the freedom to love her two fabulous men without restriction.
Her nightmare was still very fresh in her mind. The cabin of horrors. The torture. The psycho duo. It was all there lurking in the back of her mind. If she pushed away the pain and fear, she could almost clearly see what she needed to do.
First she had to see Emi
ly. There was so much unresolved between them that she couldn’t let it fester any longer. Those moments before their rescue, when they’d spoken volumes with just their eyes. Emily’s guilt; her pain. It was something they had to talk about, to be able to move on from.
Getting up, she wrapped the duvet tightly around her body going in search of the men. As soon as she hit the stairs the aromatic scent of coffee hit her nostrils. Following it down to the kitchen, she immediately spotted them sitting on the lounge chairs on the back porch.
They looked to be having a serious discussion. Linc’s brows were furrowed in concern, probably for her. His shoulders were tense like he was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.
Creed was stoic showing no emotions on his face, but if she saw his eyes, she knew she’d see it all there reflected back at her.
They thought they hid themselves from the world, but she knew them; she knew what made them tick. Their moods and emotions. By the time she had reached the open doors, she only heard the very end of their talk. The fact that they thought it was a mistake to bring her home made her sad and worried for more reasons than she cared to admit.
When she’d whispered her objection about them bringing her home, they’d whipped around so fast she was surprised they didn’t get whiplash. Linc’s eyes crawled all over her looking for any sign of distress. She smiled softly at him. Walking towards them, she lightly trailed one finger along his lips.
Turning to Creed, his eyes dark as a stormy sky worried her. He hid a lot from Linc. He probably didn’t even know she knew, but anytime Linc has been worried he’d push his own feelings back in favor of soothing Linc’s. She admired that about him, but she didn’t want to be cause for more worry on him.
“I’m sorry, Creedence,” she whispered curling up in his lap. His arms immediately surrounded her and his legs spreading slightly to make room for her.
“Sorry for what, Sunshine?” He sounded confused.
“You hold so much inside. You let your own feelings go to make sure everyone around you is ok,” she explained softly. Watching Linc’s face, she knew the moment he knew what she was talking about.