Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,90
thrusts several times, I feel my balls tighten, and I grab her wrist to stop her. "When I come next, it's going to be in your silky cunt, Corpse."
"I missed your dirty mouth," she whispers, "especially between my thighs."
"Okay, this is getting too hot and even for me," Noah mentions. “Lux, you need to wash her, and we need to send you both to be cleansed with oils.”
Noah takes her leave as Colt and I wade out of the water. Both Ten and Jordan are staring at us. When I peer down, they're rock hard.
"You are dangerous for our lives," Jordan lets out, staring at our naked forms.
Ten hasn't looked from Colt's eyes, his intentions obvious.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," Jordan apologizes, "but I swear to fuck I'll make it up to you."
And I believe him entirely.
They give us towels, and we head toward the purifying room. Inside, Tasha stands, her face a myriad of emotions I don't quite understand. When did she become expressive?
"I can't do this," she explains.
Colt stares at her, mouth agape. "If I don't get a choice, you don't either, Mom."
"I can do it," Jordan pops in, and I realize he never intended to stay far away. He must be as sus of this entire situation as I am.
"Do you know how to?" Tasha asks.
"Yup, I know each oil, their placement, and the words to say."
She nods, handing him a chest of items, and then walks away.
When she's gone, he sets it down and laughs. "Them and their ceremonial bullshit."
Colt
"So, no massage?" I ask, not opposed to the comfort. Hell, it would be distracting since my nerves are shot. It's not that I'm scared to get married. It's more that I'm terrified to die.
"Definitely a massage," Jordan reassures. "If they don't smell these stank-ass oils, they'll be too suspicious." He leaves a kiss on my forehead. It's soft, caring, a stark contrast to weeks ago when he said horrible shit to me to keep me away. "Lay back for me."
He points to the massage bed. I drop my towel, and both of them gawk at me.
"Fuck, you're stunning, Corpse," Lux rasps.
Our eyes connect, and I see the pure lust dripping from his expression.
"You guys are taking too fucking long," Ten surmises, coming into the room. Then his attention is directed at me too.
"We really need to get the show on the road," Jordan states, but still, his cheeks are flushed, and his dick is tenting his slacks.
"Please," I beg. "The sexual tension here is too much."
"I'll do it," Ten vocalizes.
I lay on my stomach, waiting for them to do something. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus hit my nose. While neither are unpleasant, I still wonder why the fuck they chose these.
Hands cover my skin, and I would think it was Ten, but I feel several at once. When I chance to peer back, they're all rubbing the oil into me, loosening up my muscles.
Once my skin is covered, I notice Lux laying on the table opposite of me. Ten goes to him while Jordan continues to knead my skin. This moment makes everything feel less tragic.
With them, we can conquer.
With them we can rise.
With them we can fight.
"By the way," Ten interrupts my head fog, seeming to read my mind. "We're fighting back."
I stare at them for a long time, wondering if they're saying what I think they're saying. "What?"
"We're going to finish what Cass was trying to finish all along."
At Lux's words, I get up entirely. I can't help but point at each of them with absolute anger.
"All this time..." I can't even form sentences, and tears clog my eyes. It doesn't help that the emotional detriment from this conversation pushes me over the edge. "You didn't come to his funeral." I sob at my own words.
I grieved alone.
I cried alone.
I fought alone.
Lux stands, coming to me. He cradles my face, his palms gritty, his face full of care. "I know, babe. I fucking know. We abandoned you, betrayed your trust, and honestly, we fucked up."
"We told ourselves that what we were doing was the right thing to keep us all alive," Ten cuts in. Then Jordan is towering us all. "They didn't trust me."
"Or each other," Lux adds.
"Someone killed Cassidy, Corpse. Someone pushed him off that fucking building."
These are all the words I wanted to hear, but somehow, it's too late. It's not good enough. It's the damning and worst things they could ever admit to.