Caged (21 page)

Robbie wasn’t circumcised like Anderson, and I made a mental point to ask him why, but when I felt Anderson’s hand slip through the waistband of my bed shorts and he pulled them down past my backside, all coherent thoughts left me and only sexual, needy ones remained.

He slid a hand between my thighs and moaned when he discovered just how wet for him I was. Shame flooded my cheeks but when he ran his finger over my clit, the shame turned to pleasure and I moaned, pushing myself onto his fingers.

His low moan of approval as he pushed two fingers straight inside me made me push back harder, demanding more and more.

Robbie grunted something I didn’t understand at the same time as his hands grabbed at my hair and he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock further down my throat and making me gag.

Tears flooded my eyes and Anderson growled at Robbie, shaking his head angrily. “Not her!”

For a moment I was baffled by what he meant but Robbie simply nodded and slowed down his aggressive strokes, returning to slow slides in and out.

Anderson’s finger fucking grew more frenzied the more I squirmed and rode his hand, fighting for the orgasm I was pleading for. I was so turned on that the slightest flick of his thumb across my clit sent me spiralling into the ecstasy that overtook every muscle in my body.

Abruptly, Robbie pulled out of my mouth when my orgasm tore through me, locking Anderson’s fingers inside me.

Before I had the chance to come down, Anderson lowered me onto my back on the floor. His eyes seized mine and the raw longing that stared back at me made me gasp. His gaze held a question, one he didn’t need to voice, and answering him, I nodded.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he parted my legs with his knee and moved inside me with a single, smooth stroke. My back arched as pleasure filled every fragment of me, the thickness of his cock hitting every nerve ending inside me and making me suck in a sharp breath.

His jaw was so rigid that for a moment he appeared furious, but blinking, he drew breath and relaxed against me.

“You ready?” he whispered, his voice as tight as his jaw.

I frowned. “For?”

A wicked smile tilted his lips and his eyes twinkled with a knowing hint of amusement. “For this.”

Kneeling back, he pulled me with him until I was straddled on his lap, my chest to his and my legs either side of him. Then, I stared in wonder when Robbie positioned himself behind Anderson, each of his legs flanking the outside of Anderson’s thighs, and taking my draping legs, he curled them around the side of him.

Anderson’s rigid jaw trembled and a fierce groan ripped from him when Robbie pulled him back, right onto his cock.

My chest pressed to Anderson’s chest, and Anderson’s back pressed to Robbie’s chest.

And then we started to fuck.

I moved up and down on Anderson, in sync with each one of Robbie’s thrusts upwards. It took a while but when we gained rhythm, we gained momentum, building higher and higher until all I felt was immense pleasure, both from Anderson’s cock and the look of sheer rapture on his face as Robbie fucked him.

He kissed me hard, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down until he drew blood. The taste of copper exploded on my tongue as Anderson kissed me harder, his rough groans and growls swallowed by my own.

Robbie pushed harder, lifting Anderson up and down and forcing him inside me even deeper. My fingers clawed at Anderson’s shoulders as bliss and overwhelming need controlled my violent drives on him. Robbie watched our tongues twisting and fighting, the desire in his eyes also driving my hunger into a zone I was struggling to cope with.

“I need to come!”

I’d never been vocal during sex but Anderson appeared approving, a smug smirk making me angry.

“Please,” I begged, dropping harder onto his cock as it scraped over my G-Spot and drove me insane.

“Make me come hard,” he ordered. “Come on, Kloe. Fuck me hard with that tight little cunt. Force me deeper, harder.”

Anger burst and I fucked him like he ordered, violently and furiously, until a severe growl tore from him and his warmth filled me up. Pushing his hand between us, he pinched my clit hard and forced me over with him. Robbie grunted angrily and came with us, thrusting inside Anderson aggressively and with a fierce snarl.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs struggling to cope with the surge of my frantic panting as I tried to refill them too quickly, and I dropped my head to Anderson’s shoulder when dizziness made my head swim.

Scooping me into his arms, he said something to Robbie that my exhausted brain couldn’t centre on, and then he carried me through the dark house.

I knew there was so much I needed to ask him but I just couldn’t concentrate on anything other than my breathing. The feeling of his strong arms around me soothed the frantic pace of my heart, and I snuggled deeper into him, my eyes on the sternness of his hard features that only the odd shadow of light now and then revealed to me.

“Sleep, Kloe.”

The softness of the bed, the tender press of his lips to my forehead, and the gentleness in his voice lulled me into the best night’s sleep I’d had in a very long time.

B
EFORE
I
EVEN OPENED MY
eyes I felt his fingers trailing over every inch of my face, like he was blind and needed to see me. His touch was soft yet inquisitive, gentle but thorough. The tenderness of his caress over every one of my facial features, for some reason, made me want to cry. I could feel his melancholy around me as the thin curtains covering the window did nothing to dampen the bright morning light bursting into the room.

Without opening my eyes I lifted my hand and reached for his fingers, then bringing them to my lips, I pressed a kiss to them and peeled my eyes open.

The sadness in his eyes made my chest ache, the sombre haze of green shuddering with a sheen of moisture.

“Hey.”

He smiled as softly as I greeted him. “Hey back.”

“What’s wrong?”

I made to move but he shook his head. “Stay.”

The desperation in the single word halted my movements and I frowned. “Anderson?”

He stared at me for a long time, his eyes sweeping over my face as if he needed to see every single detail. Once again he brought his hand to my face and cupped my cheek. “You should leave.”

My mouth dried and I blinked in confusion. I didn’t like the way his eyes pleaded with me. “And if I don’t want to?”

Screwing up his face, he shook his head and rolled onto his back. “Why, Kloe? Why do you even want to be here? After everything I’ve done to you.”

Hurt made my belly cramp and my heart ache. Anderson was shocked by my reaction, and to be honest, so was I. I didn’t understand why I felt that I needed him like I did. It was like I craved him, needed him near me to breathe. “I don’t know,” I whispered honestly. “But I do know I don’t want to go. Not yet, anyway.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, I wasn’t sure if he was relieved or angry – maybe both. His gentle touch on my cheek slid downwards and he clasped his fingers around my throat. “What do you want from me, Kloe?”

Anger it was then…

Swallowing, the feel of his hold on my neck making arousal and fury both spike in my blood, I glared back at him. “I want you to find me, Anderson.”

My answer shocked him and he blinked rapidly, his forehead creasing harshly. Sneering at me, he angled forwards a little so his nose pressed against my own. “You were never lost, not the way I thought you were. Why won’t you let me hate you?” he suddenly spat. “Why? WHY?”

I jolted back when his unprompted rage tightened his grip on my neck, his fingers pinching into my skin as my pulse strummed wildly against the palm of his hand.

“Why couldn’t I ever let you go?”

I wasn’t sure if his question was for me or himself.

“Why couldn’t you let my heart heal? Fuck you, Kloe Grant!”

His anger was tangible. I wasn’t even sure what had brought it on. I only knew that it had come from nowhere, from the depths of him that he struggled with daily.

“Talk to me,” I begged quietly, my voice still restricted by his harsh hold on me.

He laughed then, a cruel laugh that made tears burn the backs of my eyes. “Talk?” Another laugh. “You want to talk?”

Anxious but bracing myself, I nodded. “We can’t fix what…”

“Fix?” he screamed. “You still think you can fix me? Jesus Christ, have you learnt nothing?”

Swallowing, I closed my eyes and placed my hand over his, pressing his fingers even harder against my throat. “You want to hurt me, Anderson? Really hurt me? You want to make me pay for leaving, then go ahead. Hurt me. But you won’t make me leave.”

Confusion flashed behind his eyes and then fear crept in. Quickly he shook his head and released his hold. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Everything is changed! Wrong!” Swinging his legs round the side of the bed, he sat up with his back to me and dropped his face into his hands. “You really should go, Kloe, while you can.”

Trying a different tactic, I ignored his request and diverted. “Do you love Robbie?”

He scoffed, his head shaking slightly from side to side. “No, I don’t love Robbie.”

“Then what? Is he your friend? Lover?”

He paused and took a deep breath. He knew I wanted to talk, and as if giving in, he sighed but didn’t turn to face me. “Both.”

“And me?”

He turned, his brow creased as he stared at me. “What about you?”

“What am I to you? Friend? Prey? Lover?”

“You’re…” Shaking his head once again, he blew out a frustrated breath and shrugged. “I don’t know what you are. You were supposed to help me finish this…”

Stilling, I tipped my head to the side, confused by his unfinished sentence. “Finish what?”

Anger swirled in the depths of his eyes and across his face, and he sat upright. But then his chest sagged and the vulnerable man I had met four years ago surfaced, the fear and confusion breaking through and crumbling the hard exterior that most recently ruled him. “It’s so hard, Kloe, to have this much hatred and aggression inside, with no promise of it ever going away.” His face was as broken as his words. “It’s so fucking hard. It will never go away. The suffering will never stop. I can’t move on until it stops. For twenty-five years all I have breathed for is vengeance, to watch their faces when I come back, and for the one day when I can get an answer for the question that haunts my dreams.”

Something in the atmosphere shifted, the weight of the air pressing against my throat much like Anderson’s hand had not minutes ago. I didn’t want to know that question. Yet I knew, deep within me. I knew. And I hadn’t seen it. I hadn’t even contemplated it because it was too horrific to even seem like a probability.

I couldn’t move as I stared at him. It was so difficult to breathe, so hard to make my heart take another beat. Tears blurred my eyes and burnt my cheeks with the icy despair that rolled free with them.

And when the four-year-old little boy broke before me, I broke with him.

“Jesus Christ.” My words were whispered, choked, bound in horror and abhorrence.

His breathing was as laboured as mine, both of us struggling to hold the heaviness of the truth when his eyes finally met mine and I saw that question like it was my own.

For the first time in my career - my life - words failed me, and I could do nothing but wrap my arms around the beautiful yet destroyed man and squeeze him to me. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Using me, he clung to me, his devastated sobs breaking every fragment of my heart and obliterating it. All his life, even from the moment his mother had looked down on him for the very first time, he had been chewed up, spat out and trodden into hell itself. He’d been used so much he didn’t know how it felt to be treated any other way. Every person he’d ever relied on had failed him, me included.

My mother had loved me. Fair enough, my sad excuse for a father had left us when I was just a tiny baby, but my mother had more than made up for that. There hadn’t been one single day where she hadn’t told me she loved me, that I was her world. And it was the strength of her love that had carried me through the rest of my life.

Nothing had carried Anderson, only his rage.

“Shh,” I whispered into his ear as I rocked him.

Surprised that he allowed my compassion, I held him closer, the sound of his heartache destroying something within me.

“One thousand pounds they sold me for,” he sobbed. “I was only worth a fucking grand, Kloe. That’s all I was worth to my own parents. A – measly - fucking – grand!”

Shaking my head with anger, I framed his face with my hands and made him look at me. Softly kissing his lips, I brought his eyes to mine and made him see me. “You keep trying to push me away but I would pay with my soul to have you. I would give God my final breath for a single piece of your heart.”

He froze, his brow dipping as he sucked in a deep breath. “What… what are you saying?”

Swallowing away the ball of nerves that had built in my throat, I allowed him to see the undisputable love I had fought for so long. Wiping away his tears with my thumbs, I brushed my lips over his and whispered, “Let me love you, Anderson. Please. Open your heart and let me in.”