Page 71 of Born to Scar

“Yes,” Cam groans. He likes this too.

Our thrusts are long and slow. Sensual. For once, Cam and I are on the same page. This is for her. She would stay in bed with us all day if she were able to, touching, kissing, and soaking—anything to keep us close to her. She doesn’t have to be high for that part of her to be turned on. Cam is very much the instant pleasure seeker of the three of us, so it’s harder for him to commit to finding it this way. The softer, more intimate ways.

“Fuck, yes,” she shudders on a whisper. We are pressed so close into her body, I can’t tell where one of us ends, and the other begins. Cam kisses down her throat, and I have her mouth, swallowing her moans. Cam reaches around her hip and circles her clit. She comes in seconds. Her orgasms are so intense now.

“Fuck,” I breathe. My head drops back, and I can’t stop it. She squeezes me so tight. “I’m going to fill this cunt, sweet girl,” I groan, thrusting through my release. Both of them softly moan, with a glaze of sweat coating their skin. Cam’s close, but I can’t do anything to help him. As much as I want to, my hands are full holding her up.

I finger her clit and push her easily over the edge again. That’s what…six tonight? She screams through her orgasm. Her body tensing so tight, Cam’s eyes widen, before he comes with a strangled grunt.

“Jesus, baby girl,” he whispers breathlessly, kissing across her shoulders.

She slumps between us. Cam pulls out first, and I follow. She whimpers, lying in the middle of the bed. It’s still early, but Cam and I lie down beside her, pulling in close.

“We love you, sweet girl,” I whisper into her neck.

She hums a sweet, lucid sound. We knew tonight would be hard for her. She’ll never stop blaming herself for her sister’s death. I don’t know how I would deal with something like that, either. But, thankfully, she’s asleep in minutes. We stay curled around her until we know she’s out for good, then go downstairs.

I grab her phone and put it with mine, so I’ll remember to charge it when we go back upstairs. It lights up as I set it down. She has a ton of text messages and calls from the same, unsaved number. She doesn’t lock her phone, and she doesn’t care if we use it. She’s never hidden anything from us. Twenty missed calls from the same number. That’s harassment. Even I know that. They didn’t leave a voice message, but there are twelve unread texts from the same number.

UNKNOWN: Indy?

UNKNOWN: Is this your number?

UNKNOWN: Indy, dont ignore me

UNKNOWN: I know where you live, where you work

UNKNOWN: You cant ignore me forever

UNKNOWN: I hope you read the journals

“What the fuck?” I spit.

“What?” Cam comes out of the kitchen with water. I look up. His face drops. “What’s wrong?”

“He has her number.” I look back at the screen, my heart pounding out of my chest.

UNKNOWN: STOP IGNORING ME

UNKNOWN: Indy I want to talk

UNKNOWN: Indy

UNKNOWN: Dont make me come find you

UNKNOWN: I know you werent at work tonight, so you must be at home.

UNKNOWN: Fine

Cam snatches it from my grip. “He called her twenty times, left no voice messages, and then…those texts.”

The doorbell rings. Neither of us are dressed for visitors. I look through the peephole, stiffening. It’s him, dressed in uniform, with his patrol car. Fucking perfect. The back door lock turns, and Cam has put on some joggers from the laundry room when he comes back toward me.

“Go put some pants on, close the door before you come back down,” Cam whispers.

As I turn the corner at the top of the stairs, Cam opens the door. He’s better at dealing with shit like this anyway. I put on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and set Indy’s phone on her charger. Shutting the door behind me, I round the corner to the top of the stairs. I see Cam in cuffs, shoved up against the wall. “What the fuck?”

He looks up at me with a smirk. “He’s throwing his weight around. He isn’t allowed in without a search warrant. Use the Ring video, send it to Ken. Tell him what’s happening. They can’t hold me, but it’d be good to have him there to pick me up.” Cam cuts his eyes toward Ricky. “Where are you taking me?”