by C B Jean
He looks so happy.
“What about you Blue? Who is this Remi?” Killian raised an eyebrow as he laid down on his side with is hands clasped together and a knee upright, watching me from across the fire trying to tempt me with his erotic man voice.
I feel the liquid fire between my legs start to flame and oh god! How badly I want something to put out the fire inside me. My breath hitches as I gaze upon his gorgeous body. His newly acquired armor had come off before he laid down and now his shirt struggled to hide what was underneath. I could see hard muscular abs under his shirt that had bunched up and was raised above his waist. A long dark trail of wispy hair led from his belly button to the deep V in in his hips, his pants riding low just before it disappeared underneath them. As if it wanted to show me where it led, a great bulge rests out of sight but not out of mind, a tad lower where his pants were resting already impossibly low on his hips.
I gulped.
As if he could scent my arousal, his dark blue eyes pierce into mine. Challenging me. Wanting me. I could almost smell the tangible need for desire in the air hanging between us. My drunken state of mind wasn’t helping me either and I kept rubbing my thighs together to get some friction.
I whimpered. His eyes flared in response and I knew he was doing everything in his power to stop himself from pouncing on me.
Just then Luke comes along from whatever he was doing at the edge of the camp, probably keeping an eye out on things, stretches and yawns loudly, breaking the trance between Kills and me. I look away and keep my eyes glued to the fire trying to stunt my arousal. I could feel Jacksons eyes on me the whole time was well, watching everything with interest. I chance a glance at him and was surprised he has the same glazed over look in his eyes as Killian, his black eyes threatening to drown me in them.
“Tell us about you Remi.” Killian repeats his voice silky smooth and lustful.
“Huh?” I cock my head sideways trying to comprehend his words and coming out of the horny cloud that clogged my brain.
He chuckled at my amusement. “How come you know so much about the game?”
“Oh! Well you could say I’m a ‘hardcore gamer.’ I air quote that for him. “I kind of play games for a living and stream for my followers…. I’m kind of a big deal. I’ve researched and read up on everything possible about ‘Horizion’ and Gamomatix, and I intended to be streaming this game by now, but now I’m stuck here like everyone else and didn’t get my set up complete so now I can’t. Shit happens I guess.” I shrug.
“Wait wait wait.” Killian raises his hands up to stop me. “Your famous? Like Kardashian famous or just well known?”
I’m way too drunk and feeling embarrassed to be talking about this. “Well... I guess you could call it that, a mix of both, but yeah pretty much. Yep.” I pop that last word on my lips giggling. “I’m just under a million followers.” I felt myself rambling about my past work, the tournaments I’ve been in and awards and they listened to every word, even Luke, without looking bored. It felt good to talk to someone about this other then my Dad. I felt a smidge of fulfillment come over me and a weight lifted off my shoulders as I talked about one of my secrets.
All three of them are staring intently at me now, their eyes wide.
“Holy shit that’s awesome Remi! I’ve watched a lot of your content. I have loads of buddies from old groups from our military service who are patrons and talk about ‘Reminshi’ the girl who no one knows what she looks like, and here you are in the flesh! Well kind of in the flesh, as close to that as you can get. I should have guessed with your gamertag and username. Don’t you make big bucks? I think that’s incredible you choose not to ‘sell your body.’ I’ve read your blog and your opinions about that, it really inspires a lot of people, I mean you’re hot as hell no offense but why don’t you show yourself if you don’t mind myself asking?” Killian is throwing questions at me left and right and my mind can’t keep up.
“Kills, let her breathe god damn it.” Luke growls out.
“Umm.” How am I going to explain this to them? “Well let’s say, I’ve been trying to stay undercover for my own safety. I had someone before I started streaming… uh hurt me and I don’t want them to find me. So, I decided I could stay anonymous while hiding in plainish sight under his nose. It was suggested from my counsellor. So now I can support myself by doing something I love while staying safe. I mean the person is put away, but…” My voice cuts off and I anxiously rub my hands down my arms. My mind is dangerously close to remembering bad memories and I try to think about my mom instead to chase them away. On instinct I play with her ring on my finger, twisting it. I feel my eyes become blurry and I close them to stop any tears that want to escape.
“Sweetness, you don’t have to talk about that anymore. I’m sorry we brought it up. I think that’s amazing what you have accomplished.” Jackson scoots closer to sit next to me, leaning back on his hands. Close enough to comfort me, but not touching me. I think he picked up on my tick and feelings of appreciation flow over me. Wanting to be brave I inch my hand closer to his until we almost touch and I look up at his face. His black eyes shine with delight and my heart thumps loudly in my chest. I smile back. Slowly I feel our faces lean together as if I’m in a daze, our eyes never looking away. They are intense and seem to look through my very soul. I feel myself biting my bottom lip as it becomes bruised trying to hold myself together and his eyes pounce on it.
Just like clockwork, my clit throbs and feel myself dripping wet. I whimper in my throat and Jacksons eyes light up.
God damn it! Can I not get horny for once by someone just being nice to me?
I stand up coughing, needing to get some air and space and walk away from the warm glow of the fire mumbling about having to pee.
Oh flip! What kind of girl do they think I am?! Some jigalow? I think madly to myself as I stagger into the trees.
I am not just some girl who goes after guys like that or knows how to anyways. I find a tree and slink down the side of it with a sigh. This game is going to be pure torture if I can’t get out of here soon. I don’t know if sex in this game would be any good anyways. I mean these games have been known to break up most relationships, beside from the fact you could be actively cheating on your partner within one and they wouldn’t even know. Would it even feel like the real thing? Ugh, I scold myself for thinking thoughts like that.
“Remi, pull yourself together, you got this. They are just some extremely attractive guys that you can’t get attached to. They might have girlfriends… or wives. Just be friends, that’s it. You are only here to beat this game. You don’t even know these men that well.”
Right.
I got this.
After straightening my shirt and adjusting myself into composure after my pep talk, I walk back towards camp. I see all three of them whispering angrily to each other and pointing fingers once I come enough into view. I use my newly acquired Rogue skills and blend into the background before they have a chance to see me, slinking just close enough I can hear without getting detected.
“Dude you can’t keep doing that to her, we know almost nothing about her, it’s not fair to her or to us, we don’t play like that, we hardly know her at all so stop pulling that flirty shit with her.” Jackson whispers furiously to Killian.
“I know man, shit I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself. I just stare into her baby blue eyes and it’s like a trance falls over me. And I just want her. No, I need her, but I can’t. I know that isn’t fair to you guys, we are supposed to be doing this together and I promised. But I won’t be able to take very much of this longer.”
“It sounds like she’s been through some stuff, so be careful not to touch her or make sudden movements so you don’t fucking scare her off. I can tell she can’t stand to be touched. Who the fuck would hurt her in a way that she can’t even enjoy simple human contact? If I found out who hurt her, I’m going to break his fucking neck.” Jackson rumbles out cracking his knuckles.
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p; “I’ve noticed as well. Do you think she was abused? She’s quite shy, but also alluring, and feisty and damnnn she smells good. Like vanilla and citrus.” I hear Killian groan out.
Luke grumbles to the both of them. “Shut the fuck up man before she comes back, we will take our time and feel everything out. Yes, she’s hot and incredible, and yes she’s been though lot, but I doubt she would appreciate us talking about that behind her back so shut up. Now who the fuck is sleeping in the middle? I sure fucking ain’t.”
I gasp and cover my mouth so they can’t hear me. What does he mean when it’s not fair and they are supposed to be doing it together? What promise?
Are they some sort of sicko rapist group or something? They can’t physically hurt me if they tried anything, and I could report them before anything happened on my bracelet that I didn’t want which brings me relief, but I’m not feeling that vibe from them. They are just super intense. I’m a bit hurt and shamed they were talking about me in the first place anyways, and talking about me not liking to be touched, I’m not damaged or anything! Even if they did hit it right on the head about my tick.
I start panicking and the thought of them finding out my big secret. If they find out they are going to think I’m weak and stupid for putting myself in that position, for not getting help, for hiding. I don’t need another person to shame me or feel bad for me.
I see the subtle looks they give me, I’ve been seeing them for years from people around me. Pity. Sympathy. Anger. Sadness. Those I can deal with. The whole “I’m fine,” head nod and smile and they drop it, but it might not work on these guys.
What surprises me is I’ve also noticed other looks from this group of men that I’ve never seen before. Protectiveness. Lust. Warmth. Safety. I don’t know how to deal with those ones and while its scary, it also excites me.
I think I’ll keep sticking around for a bit longer, just in case to find out what’s going on before I set up on my own. Another thought crosses my mind and a sigh of relief slips through me. Oh duh! Maybe they are all in a relationship together!? It would make the most sense to me. A group of men who are romantically involved playing a game and “getting together.” Its not uncommon. I may have put a hitch in their plains it seems and guilt rains on me. I’ve never had the chance to be apart of something like that.
Not that I wouldn’t be unwilling to stay around with these guys. They seriously turn me on like none other. But my best guess is that it sounds like they are in an exclusive relationship together and I wouldn’t want to be the one to compromise it by getting involved. Its somehow easier knowing that they don’t want me like that, that they don’t swing that way. I giggle at the thought feeling better instantly.
At first, I couldn’t quite believe it, granted with all the nice compliments and looks I’ve been getting all day, but I think I got them figured out now.
Taking a few steps back into the woods to cover up that I’ve been listening and wiping the stupid grin from my face from finding out their secret, I start drunkenly whistling an old tune and swagger back into camp to give them time to hear me and stop speaking amongst themselves in hushed whispers. The fire was casting an orange glow and creating shadows that danced on the trees around us, reminding me of when my parents took me camping when I was younger and the ghost stories my father would tell me.
They had rearranged all the cots closer together in a line like a giant bed facing the fire. I was disappointed there was only three of them, did one of the guys forget one?
Luke was on the very left one with his back to us already looking like he passed out snoring peacefully while Jackson and Kills were fighting over the one on the right end, leaving the middle one open. I don’t know why it mattered so much to them, sleeping in the middle of a man sandwich sounded lovely.
I’d let them have my cot tonight so they could all be comfy together, I could toughen it up on the dirt by the fire for a night where it would be warm. They were still fighting amongst themselves and didn’t notice me come back and make a pillow from my pack and laid down by the fire almost dead asleep instantly by the time my head hit the sack. It had been a long flipping day and I was ready to sleep. Before I closed my eyes, I looked up into the night sky, studying the stars in the heavens and thought about my Dad.
When I was eight, my parents took me camping up in Oregon and he taught me constellations as we slept underneath them. He showed me Orion’s Belt, Andromeda, and the bears. He told me how some appeared only during parts of the year while the earth tilted. He filled my head with stories about the galaxy, moons and stars while my mother held me safely in her arms while I listened keenly to every single word. His stories always made me feel so insignificant compared to the size of the galaxies, and with that my problems. The stars remind me that every problem we encounter isn’t as big as it seems. I try to think of that every time I feel hopeless. A smile comes to my face as I think of the memory and about my mom watching over me. I wonder what she would think of me now.
Just as I felt myself almost drifting off to slumber, a pair of beefy arms pick me up.
My eyes were too heavy to look to see who was carrying me and to scramble away from the touch, and at this point I was too flipping tired to care and it felt pleasant being carried knowing my fears were locked away. I inhaled the man’s scent as it wrapped around me and found it to be an intoxicating smoky, wood smell, something that reminds me of happier days when my mom was alive, and she would cuddle Dad in his chair by the fireplace while he had his annual Christmas Eve whiskey and cigar. Flip I miss them both so much.
Jackson laid me down in the middle of their makeshift bed carefully, with me between him and Luke, grumpy Killian odd man left out to watch over us as we sleep. It’s warm and smells like heaven between these men and I let out a happy moan of appreciation. For tonight I can put away my anxiety and let myself be snuggled.
Jackson grunts back as he cuddles me and Luke turns to sleep on his other side, facing me. Jackson keeps an arm under my neck so I can snuggle up to his chest if I wish and the other trailing up and down my thigh luring me to sleep. Luke swings a hefty arm over my waist and pulls him right up against my side. I flinch for a moment as I try to breathe but find myself relaxing soon into his touch. I hear Killian grumbling and mumbling under his breath as he walks away from us to guard while we sleep. I don’t mind if these guys are heavy snugglers, it’s a nice change for once. I can let myself relax for a bit, its highly unlikely we will ever talk or meet up once we complete this game. Strangely enough I feel safe around these men, which is a miracle in its own given my dark past.
I moan again as I’m pleased and comfortable in my man sandwich and I giggle softly at that thought. Within a minute I am enticed to sleep by the heavy breathing of the men around me.
Chapter 7
UNKNOWN
God damn her! How dare she! How dare she act so unaffected at this time, not a care in the world. As if not being trapped in a game is worrisome enough. Doesn’t matter. Soon she will find out the truth and I will have my sweet, innocent Remi back. I’ll kill those fuckers who have her in their arms right now. As if they can protect her at all. I am always watching. She is mine and always will be!
The dark figure licks his lips as he rubs his hands together for warmth looking out the stained window in the night sky.
Soon I will find out where she moved off to after destroying my life and I will do as I please with her. All the sweet things I will do to her after I punish her.
He groans throwing his head up to look at the ceiling and grabs the bulge in his pants adjusting himself. He can’t afford to think with the wrong head at this time, he needs to be smart and careful about this or she will bolt again out of his reach until he can track her down again. We have the element of surprise on your side, she thinks she’s perfectly safe, but soon she will know I escaped. Just for her.
“It’s time to play.” He nods to his second in command behind him waiting patiently. If anyone can find her its h
im. He’s close to finding her. His own personal shadow. The shadow man nods back to the dark figure and walks away briskly out through the double doors. When the doors shut behind him, the dark figure lets out a roar shaking the shabby mansion and dislodging more ceiling that comes crashing down onto the ground. He grimaces in disgust at the thought of hiding away like a rat and walks over to the desk with the monitors on it. There are ten of them each showing different angles, poor resolution, but nonetheless the girl. His Remi. Being held in the arms of two giant men and the third lounging by the fire oiling his bow. How he will enjoy ripping their throats out. A dark chuckle rises out of him. His fingers trace her outline on the screen. Soon.
Chapter 8
REMI
I blink my eyes open against the harsh sunlight pouring on me and for a moment I forget where I am. It comes rushing back as I remember where I am. I’m stuck in a game called ‘Horizion’ with three other insanely gorgeous men on our way to the first temple. I remember being cuddled between two of them and my face heats up in embarrassment.
I don’t move a muscle still trying to figure out my surroundings. While we had slept, Jackson had been replaced with Kills and Luke was still snoring softly to my left.
My face turns ever redder when I realize where all the hands are.
Killian has one of my legs wrapped around his with his hand on the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my center with our other hands entangled on my chest. I can feel my leg nudging the surprise that is wide awake under his pants, poking my thigh.