by Rose, Ashley
“Lily?”
She opened her eyes and was relieved to see Beck entering the room with her doctor. Lily opened her mouth to speak but found it completely dry. Instead, she tried to sit up as her brother came to one side of the bed, only to realize her wrists were in large padded restraints.
Oh no.
“How are you feeling?” Beck asked her.
She turned to the doctor, who was taking readings of her monitor and attempted to clear her throat enough to speak. “Can you take them off?”
“Of course.” He released one while Beck undid the other.
“Why?” she asked and reached with a heavy arm toward the bedside table that held a cup of water.
“You were hurting yourself in your sleep.” The doctor gestured to her arms, where large scratches from her own fingernails showed as stark red welts across her arms. “Common after a seizure like yours.”
Her fingers shook around the cup and Beck lifted it for her, helping her hold it while she drank.
“How are you feeling?” Beck asked again.
She nodded slowly, and he took the water away. “Just...really tired.” She eased herself back onto the pillows. Her body seemed to just want to melt into the mattress and never move again.
“That’s normal,” the doctor said. “You need some rest. You gave your body a pretty rough ride with that seizing.”
She nodded—she was sore.
“All right. Everything looks as good as can be expected. We’ll run the usual tests in the standard six hours and then, if everything looks good, you can go home. Just try to avoid fire drills in the future.” He smiled kindly and left the room
“I’m supposed to be notified for drills, just like the handicapped residents,” she said to no one in particular.
“It wasn’t a drill,” Beck informed her. “A stove was smoking so some idiot pulled the alarm. At least, that’s what your RA told me.”
“Oh.”
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”
“Yes.” She rolled onto her side, curling up, and Beck pulled the blanket up to cover her. “This isn’t the first time this had happened.”
“No. But that doesn’t mean it’s any less serious.”
“How long have I been out?” The aching in her body seemed to be getting worse—the pain meds must be wearing off.
“About twelve hours.”
She sighed, closing her eyes. That was a long time for one of her seizures. “How did you know?”
“I’m your emergency contact.” He sat on the edge of her bed and put his hand on hers.
“But you’re five hours away.”
“I came straight here. Just like I always will. I’m your brother, Lily. You’re everything to me.”
She clenched her teeth. He’d just dropped everything, driven five hours to see her lying in a hospital bed, leaving his job, Carmondy, everything, just to be there for her. It wasn’t the first time. No, this had happened multiple times since she’d left the institution. Every time, he would drop his life to come help her. She couldn’t even attempt to count the hours of his life he’d wasted on her.
“You didn’t have to, you know. I can be in a hospital alone. I’m an adult.”
“You had a seizure, Lily. Just because it’s happened before and is going to happen again doesn’t mean it’s not serious! You could die. If that boy hadn’t been there to carry you out, you might have. And you know the longer your seizure lasts, the higher the chance you’ll reverse all the progress you’ve made.”
“But I’m fine.”
“This time! But I don’t care what you say, I’m getting you one of the stupid ass medical ID bracelets. You would have been a lot better if that kid had known what to do. Why haven’t you told him about it?”
“I have.”
“Not all of it, obviously. Lily, if you are going to be in a relationship with him, you need to tell him everything so he knows how to take care of you.”
“I don’t want him to have to care for me!” Lily sat up, shoving at his shoulder roughly, dislodging him from the bed. “I don’t want him to have to see my fucking seizures, watch me drool and then scream at him for absolutely no reason. I don’t want him to see me tied down to a bed because I hurt myself. I don’t want him to know how fucked up I am!”
“Lily—”
“No!” The heart monitor beeped rapidly as her heart rate increased. “I don’t want him to have to give up as much as you did! I just want to be a normal girlfriend!”
Beck looked deeply sad as he reached out and took hold of her hand again. “You’ll never be normal, Lily, you know that.”
She jerked away from him and tried to calm her breathing by hugging her knees to her chest. “I know. I know...which is why...I can’t see him anymore.”
“What?”
“You gave up too much time for me when you were his age. I don’t want the same thing to happen with Miles. He deserves a normal girlfriend with normal issues, not some fucked up psych patient.”
“Lily...” Beck warned.
“It’s true, Beck! Stop coddling me for once in your life and admit it. I’m crazy, and that’s never going to change. I’m not going to subject anyone else to my problems.”
“It’s not like that. If Miles likes you—”
“I don’t care. It’s not up to Miles.”
“Maybe you should take some time before you make that decision.”
“This is my decision, not yours.” She hated her tone, hated talking to her brother like this when all she wanted to do was curl up in his arms. But this was reality, and it wasn’t fair to put Miles through the same thing Beck had been through.
“Lily, just listen to me.”
“I’m an adult, Beck. I’m not a little girl anymore. If it’s a mistake like you think, then it’s my mistake. So just stay out of it.”
He was speechless.
“And please. Go back home. I’m sure you were working and that Carmondy is worried about you.”
“You still have tests.”
“And those tests are for me, not you. Go home. I’ll call you if the results are abnormal or when I get released. Please. I don’t need you anymore.” Her heart broke as she watched his face fall, clear even behind the wall he’d put up. She wanted to scream at him that she did need him, that she always would, but this was the only way to get him to start living his life without worrying about her.
“If that’s what you want.”
“I don’t want your hovering. I’m just going to nap until they do the tests anyway.”
“All right.” He stood awkwardly and rubbed his hands on his jeans. “Just remember to call me.”
“I will.”
He nodded slowly and went to the door before turning. “You’re my only sister, Lily, and if you want to be more independent, I support that. But I’ll always love you.”
“I’ll always love you too, but I need to know that I can survive on my own.”
Beck nodded. “I understand. And I know you can.”
Lily gave him a small smile before he left the room. Once alone, she lay back down, curling onto her side again, trying to convince herself that she could do this, that she’d done the right thing. She tried to see this as something good. She was willing to attempt to function on her own. It was some sort of progress.
29
Jaz
Jaz took a deep breath as Vince, the boy who’d been nailing her for the past ten minutes, rolled off her and onto his back. He hadn’t been great, but he hadn’t been bad either. She’d gotten a little satisfaction from it—not the screaming orgasm she got from some guys, but it was a good warm up for whatever lucky guy she found next.
Vince slid an arm around her waist as he rolled her onto her side and curled around her back. He was a nice guy, and his arms were secure, but that just wasn’t what she was looking for right now. She pulled away from him and stood up.
“I’ve got to run.”
When he didn’t respond, she turned aroun
d to pull on her clothes. He just shrugged, pulling the sheet up to cover his hips and rolling onto his other side for a nap. She was surprised he didn’t even put up an argument. She tried to push thoughts of Travis out of her mind as she headed back up to her room to freshen up. But it seemed as though the more she avoided him, the more she thought about him. He’d come by her room just the day before, a couple hours after she’d talked with Snick—Bishop. But she made Lorna tell him that she wasn’t there.
She wasn’t exactly sure why she was avoiding him but with all the sleeping around she’d been doing in the last couple days, she had a good guess. He probably wanted to talk to her, to tell her that she was making a mistake in thinking she could fix things by sleeping with every guy she knew and lots that she didn’t. But it was working surprisingly well. No one had heard that she’d been raped, and she still had guys knocking down the door for a chance to sleep with her, Bishop excluded.
She’d met Bishop earlier today. It had been awkward, but not as awkward as the first time. They’d talked a little, and he’d done some reading while she sketched him. Even though they had talked less, she felt like he was opening up. He seemed much more relaxed at least.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Jaz froze as she began to turn down her hallway. A familiar figure was standing in front of her door, knocking. He was far enough away that he hadn’t seen her, but she could tell that it was Travis. Hurriedly, she stepped back into the stairwell and descended the stairs. Where could she go? Maybe she’d try James; he was always hitting on her, and that would get her out of the hallways in case Travis came looking for her.
A quick knock on his door and it opened. James was shirtless with a gaming controller in one hand. He was hot enough. The only reason she hadn’t done him earlier was because she wanted to lead him on enough to get him to do her right. Sometimes when she fucked a guy too soon, they didn’t put in much effort.
“Hey, James, I was wondering if you were up for a little fun.” Between her tone and body language, it was obvious what she was inferring.
He cocked one eyebrow, surveyed her, and then opened the door a little wider to show another boy, probably his roommate, lounging in a chair with a matching controller.
“Oh.”
“Fuck you two,” the roommate said with disdain. “You’re not kicking me out to get tail. This is my room too.”
“We could go to your room,” James suggested to Jaz.
She shook her head and assessed the two boys. They weren’t exactly butch, and she felt like Travis was going to spot her in the hallway any second now. So she put on her best sexy voice. “How do you two feel about a threesome?”
They both stared at her.
The roommate broke out into a grin. “Ménage fuckin’ trois.”
One down, one to go.
James still looked skeptical. “I’m not gay.”
“Neither am I!” The roommate stood up, protesting.
“You guys don’t even have to touch each other. We can just take turns.” She smiled encouragingly.
James thought about it for a while and then finally nodded. “All right.”
She stepped into the room, relieved to shut the door behind her. Luckily, the roommate had a decent body as well. They weren’t the hottest guys she’d ever seen, but they were fit, and together they could equal one sexy dude.
After setting some ground rules, which the boys then shook on while she tried to contain her smile, they quickly slid the beds together and they all jumped onto the mattress. Jaz had to be in the middle, of course.
Before starting foreplay, they rock-paper-scissor-ed to decided who got to actually have sex with her first. James won, which he was very happy about, and they finally got to business. They were hesitant at first, flinching every time they accidentally brushed each other’s skin. But Jaz encouraged them, arching into their kisses, moaning quietly and grabbing their arms and shoulders.
Before long they’d stopped avoiding each other and started sharing. James kissed her deeply while the roommate, Chris, started exploring her body with his hands. She’d underestimated how hot two guys at once would get her, and soon she was flushed with excitement. James pulled away long enough for her to catch a quick breath, and for Chris to pull her shirt over her head. But they closed in on her even tighter afterwards, the two sets of hands on her bare skin causing her to squirm.
She found herself turned in their arms. Apparently, they’d decided it was Chris’ turn to kiss her while James removed her bra and jeans. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Chris was a more demanding kisser than James. He used his body to press her tightly against James, trapping her between their bodies while he held the back of her neck to keep her head tilted like he wanted.
Normally Jaz would have taken more control during sex, but with the two of them, each trying to assert their dominance, she figured it would be better just to enjoy it and let the boys play. They took turns kissing her neck while they each undressed. Once they were done, she found herself in a sandwich again, James kissing her and gently kneading her breasts, while Chris pressed up against her back to reach around her stroke her between her legs.
One erection pressed between her legs while the other was against her lower back. She wriggled and spread her legs, allowing James the access he wanted. As soon as she did that, both boys paused and reached away, coming back with condoms. James dropped something on the mattress while he applied the condom, and while catching her breath, she looked at it. Warming lube. Her favorite. It was nice that they cared, though she didn’t need any.
So she took it upon herself to get some on her palm before stroking the cool latex that James had just finished putting on. He groaned and fell onto his back while she stroked him. She’d almost forgotten about Chris until he helped his buddy out, pulling her up to straddle the other boy’s hips. James urged her hips down onto him and she was excited that she got to be on top. He fit tightly and she planted her hands on his shoulders to gain leverage. But Chris, who was now kneeling directly behind her, pulled her up and turned her head for a kiss. She would have lost her rhythm but James kept her going with his hands on her hips, moving her up and down while she rocked her hips.
She was breathless as he nailed his hips upwards, and Chris released her lips to bend down and kiss her neck and throat, his erection still pressed against her back, waiting.
He didn’t have to wait long, since James and Jaz came to release quickly, thanks to the warm lube and slick strokes. As she climaxed, she absently noticed Chris preparing himself, the latex of his condom now slick and warm against her back. James went before her, but she followed quickly, her body only supported by Chris as James put in a few last thrusts for good measure, to push her through the orgasm.
James slid out from under her and she suddenly felt empty as his body left hers. That feeling didn’t last long. Chris, who’d remained behind her the entire time, bent her at the waist and she planted her elbows where James’ shoulders had been. Chris pushed into her even as her previous orgasm was fading and she moaned, arching her back with pleasure, inadvertently allowing him deep access. He thrust mercilessly, consistently pulling out all the way so each stroke was like the first over and over again. He stayed out long enough, with just his tip against her, so that she was fully empty for a split second before slamming home again quickly, then repeating the process by pulling out slowly.
Each thrust brought a moan, each moan a little louder than the one before. James, now recovered, lay down beside them and slid under her enough that she had to brace herself on his chest while Chris pushed back and forth. A hand snaked between her legs. It must have been James’ because both of Chris’ held her hips tightly. James kissed her breathless while stroking her to the edge of an orgasm and keeping her there. She was too overwhelmed to kiss back, instead she just moaned against his lips. His fingers made her squirm, which made Chris tighten his hands and thrust into her harder to keep her still.
But as she closed her eyes an
d just enjoyed the feel of the two boys working together, an image appeared in her mind. It was her in the bed, but instead of James, she was kissing Bishop, and instead of Chris, Travis had a grip on her hips, thrusting in and out. She gasped and her eyes snapped open. She was met with James’ bright eyes instead of Bishop’s sad ones, and she was back in reality.
Weird.
As if they’d synchronized their watches, they both pushed her over the edge at the same time. She dug her nails into James’ chest while pushing back against Chris. The boy under her released her lips, and she cried out as the waves of intense satisfaction shot through her body, each perpetuated by a series of sharp thrusts performed by Chris’ hips.
The boy inside her shuddered and leaned heavily on her, as she leaned heavily on James. Chris shifted on top of her and she slipped off the other boy’s chest, collapsing them all into a heap of tangled limbs. Both boys laughed lazily and slowly separated their limbs. James rolled her over to slide his leg and arm out from under her. Jaz just gazed at the ceiling, and both boys did the same.
“Well...that was a first,” Chris stated.
She saw James nod slowly from the corner of her eye. The image of Bishop and Travis wouldn’t leave her mind though, and when she closed her eyes again, she wasn’t between Chris and James. She was lying between Bishop and Travis, all of them sprawled on their back, looking sated.
Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to push the semi-disturbing image from her mind. All right, she was attracted to Travis, and Bishop was appealing in his own way and she’d sleep with him, sure, but she didn’t think she was really attracted to him. So why was she imagining him in a threesome with Travis?
Even more disturbing, the next question that passed through her mind was whether either one of them would be down for a threesome.
“Shit.” She sat up and climbed over James for her clothes. He slapped her ass lightly and they both laughed at her. She couldn’t help but smile at the two of them naked on the bed.
“Thanks for the good time, guys.” She pulled on her jeans, wishing they weren’t so tight.