by Abby Gale
“I’m sorry, Dawn.” Alex murmured. He called me Dawn for the first time.
“It felt strange when you called me Dawn. I got used to Violet, I think,” I said and touched his arm.
“Come closer.”
He was confused but did what I said.
“Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but can we just cuddle and sleep tonight?” I caressed his hair.
“Yes, we can and we will.” Xander said sternly and tightened his arms around me.
“Whatever you want, gorgeous.” Alex said and tried to place his arm around me but Xander’s hold didn’t give him the space.
“Share her, bro. You’ll suffocate her.” Alex snapped at his brother but his voice was amused.
I turned my body in Xander’s arm and faced him. His face was controlled but his look gave me strange feelings. His gaze was intense, penetrating and hypnotizing.
I sighed when Alex cuddled me from behind. I felt safe, wanted and like I belonged somewhere.
“Thank you. You guys are making everything better. Thank you,” I whispered and closed my eyes.
“Help me!”
I was running through the dark. I couldn’t see an inch in front of me. I turned around in panic. The ground was shaking beneath my feet.
“Help me! Please!”
“Angel?” I yelled into the darkness.
I extended my hands in front of me, and they touched a hard surface. I followed it through the dark. The voice came from everywhere.
“Why don’t you come and find me?!” The voice sounded angry now. The hatred I’ve heard in it made me shudder.
“I’m trying, Angel. Believe me, I’m trying,” I sobbed. I couldn’t stand to hear the hatred in her voice. She was disappointed in me, angry with me.
“Help me!”
The screams were filled with pain. I walked faster but I couldn’t see where I was headed.
“I’m here!” Screams turned into sobs.
“I can’t see you. Where are you? Angel?!” I cried out. But all I could hear was the echo of my own voice.
I quickened my pace but my hands reached another wall in front of me. I turned to my right and walked but there was another wall. I tried to find a way to get out this cell but the place was closing on me.
“Help me!” Another scream filled the air.
I tried to move…to find the source of the voice…
I couldn’t move a muscle, I was paralyzed.
Feeling the loosening in my muscles, I jerked my arm only to be pulled back. There were chains around my wrists and my ankles.
“I’m here! Help me!”
Screams filled the space…
But this time, I was the one who screamed.
“Dawn? Damn it, Dawn, wake up.”
I opened my eyes in panic but my vision was blurred because of my tears.
“Dawn?” Alex asked cautiously.
I moved forward, wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and sobbed uncontrollably.
“Shh…it was a nightmare. Shh, beautiful…I’ve got you.” Alex murmured in my hair to soothe me. It wasn’t working. He rocked me slowly back and forth but I couldn’t get rid of the screams in my ears.
I finally stopped crying yet, I was miserable. It was so real. Her voice was ringing in my ears. I shuddered with the hatred and disappointment I heard in her voice.
The pain was slicing my body open from the inside out. I wanted to replace this feeling with something better because the pain and guilt was too much for me to carry all the time. I just wanted to forget the nightmare for a while.
“Dawn…tell me what I can do.” Alex whispered into my ear.
“Kiss me,” I whispered without thinking.
“What? Dawn…” he started to protest but I stopped him.
“Yesterday, you said you wanted to make me feel better, to make me forget. Do it, Alex. Please.”
I wasn’t making sense but I didn’t care. I was too focused on feeling anything but pain, too desperate to feel something good, something that could ease this pain and make me focus again enough to keep going with my life. I needed to feel affection. I needed to forget I was alone in this world.
“Dawn…” he said again, but the protest in his voice was so weak.
“Kiss me, Alex. Don’t make me beg more than I already have.” He cupped my cheeks between his palms and looked into my eyes. His look was soft, concerned and sweet.
I closed my eyes when he leaned down to kiss me. I could feel the tears on my cheeks but didn’t care.
His kiss was slow and tender, teasing my lips. His touch was feathery soft, like he was afraid I would shatter. It wasn’t hard, it was affectionate. It was the total opposite of my feelings—exactly what I needed after a bad nightmare. He was clearing the guilt with every tender touch of his tongue.
He laid me down on the bed as his arms still wrapped around me. He licked my bottom lip and sucked it, distracting me. But it wasn’t enough, I needed more. The screams were still ringing in my ears. Not loud like they once were but they were still there.
Alex propped himself on his elbows above me and looked at me carefully. My eyes were still teary and my vision was blurred but I could feel his affection, his tenderness and his concern on his face.
He leaned into me again but this time, he peppered my face with little kisses till I started to smile. He kissed my cheeks, my nose and my forehead a dozen times.
“Alex…enough,” I smiled at him and he gazed down at me again. This time with a mischievous look on his face. He was up to something but before I could question him, he placed his lips to the crook of my neck, giving me the playful kisses but then his kisses turned to sucking.
My hips arched off the bed to meet his when he found my sweet spot just above my collarbone.
“Alex…” I moaned.
My nightmare was long gone…forgotten. My body was in charge. Like the change of his kisses, my focus turned to desire from guilt as well.
“Do you want to play a game, love?” Alex smirked as he moving down on my body. He played with the strand of my robe.
“What?”
“Wouldn’t you like to give Xander a show?” he asked mischievously.
“Where is Xander?”
“He is at work, of course.” Alex rolled his eyes and gave me his phone from the nightstand.
“Call him.” Alex said with a smirk on his face.
“Why?” I frowned. I didn’t want to bother him at work. I didn’t even know what he was doing but I knew his business was important.
“Call him, babe. He’ll be here in one hour no matter where he is right now. Call him,” he said and I pressed the call button with a shrug. At the first ring I heard his voice.
“I’m in a meeting bastard.” Xander snapped.
“Umm…Xander, it is me,” I said and cocked my eyebrow to Alex. He was silently laughing whatever he was up to.
“Flame? I thought it was Alex. You okay?” His voice was different now. I smiled the change in his voice, even it was subtle.
I was about to answer him, but Alex took the phone from my hand and put it on speaker mode.
“How are you, brother? Are you having fun in those shitty meetings of yours?” Alex teased him as he opened my robe. His fingers moved from my stomach to my mound, slowly.
“Alex? What are you doing?” I whispered to him but he put his two fingers to his lips and winked at me before licking his fingers.
Xander must have heard my question.
“Alex? What are you doing you sick bastard?” Xander asked. His voice sounded like he was talking between his gritted teeth.
I felt Alex’s wet fingers on my pussy lips and I stopped breathing. He circled his fingers around my clit and when he moved his fingers down to cup my pussy in his palm, I moaned loudly. He pressed his palm against my clit and teased my entrance with his fingers.
“Alex…more,” I moaned again.
“Hear that, brother? Are you ready to hear more?” Alex asked
Xander and placed himself between my legs. His face was so close to my core, I could feel his breath on me. His fingers were still moving around my entrance. I wiggled my hips to create more friction but it was useless. The moment I gave up Alex pushed his two fingers inside me and I cried out.
“Fuck.”
I heard Xander’s groan from the other side of the line and there was a scratching sound in the background. I imagined him pulling his chair back from the meeting table and coming here with a hard-on. But that image cleared off my mind when Alex’s warm and wet mouth was placed on me. He sucked me the same way he kissed my lips. It was tender, affectionate, soft but satisfying. He built the pleasure slowly but surely.
“Oh…Alex…please…” I groaned and put my hands into his hair. I tried to press him more on me.
I couldn’t stop moaning. I heard Xander’s ragged breathing through the phone and it made me more frantic. I screamed with pleasure when Alex sucked my clit into his mouth, hard. I rubbed my pussy all over his face. I wasn’t able to stop moving. The pleasure was building from so deep inside of me. I felt like I’d become the pleasure itself. When my whole body spasmed and twisted with the pleasure, my screams echoed through the air.
As I laid down on the bed, totally boneless, there were no painful screams in my ears.
All I could feel was the pleasure.
All I could hear was Alex’s breaths, my panting and Xander’s curses from the line.
After Alex ended the call between Xander’s cussing, I propped myself on my elbow to look at Alex.
“Why did you do it?”
“To piss him off. He’ll kick my ass when he comes,” he chuckled.
I smiled with a satisfied smile. I reached to him and slowly wrapped my fist around his erection but he stopped me.
“No. It was just for you not me,” he said and kissed my lips sweetly. He was way too caring.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his lips and got comfortable on the bed. After drifting in and out of sleep I sat up abruptly. Alex was playing with his phone beside me.
“I need to make a phone call to my friend in the police department.”
“Uggh…I’ve just eaten your pussy and you’re thinking about calling the police? Didn’t I have an effect on you, babe?” Alex pouted playfully.
“Oh, you did have great effect on me but when Xander comes, you’ll need police support. That’s why,” I teased him and got out of the bed.
I was so glad the nightmare had left me alone. I wasn’t ready to go back in time and feel those horrible moments again.
After Angel got lost, I had been through night terrors for almost eight months. Those bad nights stopped only after I had set a goal for myself and started to take Krav Maga sessions with Gary. But today…I was so glad Alex was with me. I wasn’t strong enough to deal with a nightmare alone after yesterday.
“I really need some clothes, Alex,” I groaned when I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
“Well, while you two were fucking each other, someone was making important arrangements.” Xander said.
Uggh…he was always coming to the view like this. Without any sign…at the right time.
I turned to look at him. He was gorgeous as always with his three piece black suit. He put a few packets on the bed next to Alex. I didn’t miss the glare he threw toward him.
“Hey, Xander,” I smiled at him sweetly. He didn’t say anything, but just looked up and down my robe clawed body through his narrowed eyes. I felt pride and power with the bulge in front of his pants.
“Had fun, Flame? It sure sounded like that.” Xander said with dangerously amused voice. His tone sent a shiver through my body with anticipation. His amusement was dangerous—it was making me dizzy.
“It is a pity you weren’t here,” I said as avoiding the eye contact with him.
“What is there in those boxes?” I changed the topic.
“Some clothes for you. I had to guess your body size so it would be better for you to try them on.”
“I’m going to do some works in the studio. See you guys later,” Alex said and kissed me before going out. I saw him wink at me over his shoulder after he passed Xander who was sending daggers his way.
“Cocky bastard.” Xander said under his breath. I loved his grumpy way but I didn’t want him to think I didn’t care for him or I made a choice between him and Alex.
I slowly walked toward him. He didn’t say anything, just watched me coming his way.
“I had a nightmare.” I didn’t want to remember it so I continued quickly.
“Alex woke me up. I was a mess…he helped me,” I said in a whisper.
He didn’t say anything for a while.
“You okay?” His tone was still clipped but I liked that slight softness in his voice.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I should have thought you’d have a hard time in the morning after a night like yesterday,” he said matter-of-factly. I assumed he wasn’t familiar with apologies so his words meant more to me.
“Don’t worry. You were making important arrangements, right?” I teased him with his own words.
A smile played on his lips and he pulled me toward him.
“Yes. But I wish I’d been here. I’ll have a rain check, though,” he told me seductively.
“What if I say no?” I whispered.
“You won’t,” he smirked at me arrogantly.
“You love being bossy, don’t you?”
“You haven’t seen me bossy, yet, Flame. And yes…I love it when everything happens my way. That’s who I am.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
I didn’t see him bossy yet, huh? Well…I’d liked to.
“Good girl,” he cooed and leaned toward my lips. But before he could kiss me phone rang. My phone…
“Is that yours?” he asked slowly. His lips caressed mine while talking.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Won’t you answer?” he asked with a smirk on his face but didn’t move away from me.
“Uggh…” I groaned and stood on my toes for a quick kiss.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I didn’t know how it ended there but I didn’t care. Gary was calling me.
Shit!
“Gary,” I answered the phone.
“Give me only one reason to not give up on training you, Dawn. Give me one damn reason.” Gary growled to the phone.
“Gary…” I sighed.
“You should have called me yesterday, remember? One good reason Dawn. I’m waiting.” Gary said with his chilly calm voice.
“I think I found something about Angel.”
Xander was watching me closely. I couldn’t read his face. He hid his thoughts like a pro. But I couldn’t find any softness in his eyes anymore. Gary bothered him. Jealousy? Possessiveness? I didn’t know.
“Oh…are you okay? Do you need any help?” Gary asked from the other side of the line.
“I’m okay and no, I don’t need any help. I’m not alone in this anymore.” I smiled at Xander, just to see that softness in his eyes again but there was no sign that he’d heard me.
“Not alone? Are you still with those twins you mentioned?” Gary asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you can trust them, Dawn? You have to be careful about who you trust.” Gary told me. His voice was calm, controlled and clipped as always.
“Yes, Gary. Don’t worry about me,” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay. But come to the gym as soon as you can. You have to keep training to protect yourself and to keep your strength.”
“Okay, Gary Bear. Talk to you later.”
“Later,” he answered before ended the call.
“The trainer?” Xander said with chilly tone.
“Yes. I didn’t call him yesterday so he wanted to be sure I was still alive,” I giggled nervously.
“Get ready. I’m in my study. The investigator will be here in ten minutes,” he ordered sh
arply and left the room without a second glance to my way.
I inwardly groaned with frustration but outside…I had a smile on my face.
Xander, who likes to share his women with his brother, was grumpy over his brother first and then my personal trainer. He was jealous whether he noticed that or not.
I couldn’t help my giggle and checked the boxes Xander brought with a smile on my face.
There were two pair of skinny jeans, one tank top, one blazer jacket, one leather shorts, one skirt, one dress, a few t-shirts…
What the hell?
He bought me a damn new wardrobe. Also, he bought me a few pair of shoes. I liked his choices. There was a pair of boots and two pairs of stilettos.
A pair of electric blue stilettos... I was in love!
It was too much…too good. I was afraid to look their price tags.
Though I was a little dumbstruck, I grabbed one pair of dark jeans and a baby blue t-shirt, and quickly put them on. I couldn’t stop myself from wearing those electric blue goodies. Fortunately, everything fit perfectly. I knew he had someone choose these pieces for me but I enjoyed imagining him looking for them for me to wear.
After fifteen minutes I was ready.
I was ready to deal with new day and I was determined to get closer finding Angel.
I left the room to meet the investigator.
Xander’s study door was slightly ajar but I knocked once before entering, anyway.
“Flame, come in and meet Fabien Dumont. The investigator.” Xander said. He barely looked at my way.
Geez…hot, grumpy bastard!
I turned to look at Fabien Dumont but was a bit shocked. I had expected someone middle-aged in a suit. But Mr. Dumont was the total opposite of what I initially thought.
He was young. In his late twenties or early thirties. His hair was a wild mohawk style. His face had a lot of piercings: two on his lips, two on the right eyebrow and one in the middle of his nose. He was in ripped-baggy jeans and a worn-out t-shirt. His boot was unlaced.
He looked…like a rebel, not like an investigator, he was too wild to play the part.
“Mr. Dumont.” My voice came out like a question, it caused him to grin.
“Just Fabien,” he extended his arm for a firm handshake.