Page 166 of Shattered Silence Duet

“We’ll have to go to the arcade again. Maybe we can bring the others and have a skee-ball battle?” I suggest, and she smiles at me.

“Yeah, that’d be fun!”

“You look tired, why don’t you close your eyes and try to get some sleep now? We’re here to chase your nightmares away,” I tell her, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Do you think you guys could… Umm… You know… Cuddle me? It’s just that I seem to sleep better when someone’s holding me.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask,” Max says in relief. “Turn to face Jasper, Sweetheart.” She rolls towards me and he presses himself to her back, wrapping his arm around her waist.

I wiggle in closer, pulling her hand up to place it on my bare chest, before moving my own hand down to her hip. “Better?” I ask, and she responds with a smile and a nod.

“You know, Angel. If you ever want to talk to a professional, about your nightmares or panic attacks, or anything at all, we could set that up for you,” I tell her softly.

“I… Do I have to? Talk to someone?”

“Of course not, we just want you to know it’s an option.”

“And you're always welcome to talk to us. We might not be able to give you professional advice, but we can listen, if you need us to,” Max tells her gently.

She’s silent for a moment before she speaks. “Sometimes I dream about what happened, you know, before,” she says quietly. “But the worst dreams are about the future. Of Simon or mymother finding me.” I rub my thumb along her hip, letting her know we’re listening.

“I just—If one of you isn't holding me when I have my eyes closed, I’m afraid that none of this is real, or that I’ve been taken away from you,” she admits nervously.

I lean forward and place a kiss on her forehead. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you, Angel. And thank you for sharing that with us. We’ll be here for you every night if you need us.”

“Yeah,” Max chuckles. “This is definitely no hardship, Sweetheart.” He kisses her neck and I feel her shiver between us. I continue to rub my thumb along her hip and she wiggles between us.

After a few minutes of silence, she starts to fidget even more, making Max groan. “Sweetheart, I’m doing my best to hold myself back from fucking you right now, you need to keep still, you’re killing me.”

“Max!” I say with frustration lacing my tone. I don’t want her to feel pressured into anything. Or to feel as if she is doing anything wrong.

“What if that’s what I want?” she whispers quietly, making my frustration turn to surprise as I look at her. She opens her eyes and I see heat and lust there. She wiggles again, making me groan this time.

“Are you feeling needy, Sweetheart?” Max whispers, kissing her right below the ear. She moans in response before nodding. I start to stroke my thumb along her hip.

“We can help you with that, Angel, but this is all about you. Max and I still have to make things up to you, so this is just aboutyourpleasure tonight.”

“But I—” she starts, but I quickly cut her off.

“Please, Angel. We need to do this. We feel terrible for what we did and we need to do this for you. You need to know that you always come first, even about our own pleasure.”

“Sweetheart, just let us take our punishment, okay?”

“Touching me is your punishment?” she asks in confusion.

“No. Not letting ourselves have any release while we watch you come undone between us is,” he tells her.

I move my hand down her leg and lift it backwards over Max, opening her up to us. She’s wearing an adorable pink nighty tonight, and as my hand trails back up, pushing it as I go, I realize she’s completely naked underneath.

“Angel,” I groan. “Where are your panties?”

She doesn’t say anything as I move closer and press my lips to hers. My tongue pushes in, soothing her and taking control of the kiss. Max’s hand moves to her pussy and when she starts crying out against me, I know he’s not wasting any more time with her.

I move both my hands to her breasts, squeezing them gently at first, and when she pushes them firmer into me, I squeeze them harder before finding her nipples with my thumbs, rubbing them in slow, soft circles. She cries out in pleasure as we both continue.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” Max murmurs, sucking and nipping at her neck and ear. “Are you going to come for us now? I can feel how close you are.” He’s right, even though I’m not holding her as close as he is right now, I can sense how tight her whole body is as she rushes towards her release.

She moans against me and I suck on her bottom lip for a moment before I pull back just long enough to tell her, “come for us, Angel. Come all over Max’s fingers, let him feel you gush around him.” She starts to scream and I press my mouth against hers, silencing her screams as I pinch her nipples, helping to heighten her orgasm.