Page 94 of Born to Scar

When she first came to live with Bik and Ray, she hurt herself in the shower because it was too hot. He had to take her to the hospital. He said she can’t really feel the temperature to regulate it properly on her skin. Now knowing what I know about her, I’m sure she did it on purpose. It helped take away the pain she was feeling.

I adjusted my water heater that night.

At the time, that story confused me, coming from Ray. Now that I know she was living with them for years, right after her trauma, it makes much more sense.

“Yes?” she answers my question with her own.

“What are you doing down there?” She rapidly blinks, a slow grin creeps over her face. I now notice the flush on her chest and face. It could be the water, but it’s not only the water. “You know, sweet girl, we’ve both been without, too…”

She tilts her head. “Yes, but I can do it multiple times.”

“So can we, with enough time.”

Her smile widens with an arch of her brow. “I don’t need time. And when no one followed, I had to take care of it myself.”

“Cam,” I yell out the door, “get the fuck up here.”

In seconds, he flies through the door. “What?”

I nod toward her, still on the floor. He tilts his head in confusion. “What are you doing down there, baby girl?”

She sighs, faking annoyance. “Are you going to do something about this, or do I need to finish by myself?”

There is no way in hell I’m going to watch her fuck herself into another orgasm. “You’re done in here?” I ask. She nods. “Out.”

She hops to her feet, grabs her towel, and pushes past us into the bedroom. Cam won’t fit in that shower with the two of us. She’s dried and has her hair in a towel, lying on the bed.

Cam and I don’t move. We stare, frozen. My nerves take over, holding me in place. Neither of us wants to hurt her. She props herself up on her elbows.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” I answer.

Her brows furrow. “Dr. Reese told me to get back to my normal life the best that I can. You are my life. That hasn’t changed, my loves.”

We remain tethered in place. She tilts her head before lying back. “You know what I was thinking about in there, just now?”

“Hmm?”

“The first time we were all together.” She spreads her legs wide. I squeeze my eyes shut, but let’s be real, there’s no way in hell I can keep them closed. I need to see her. “Mmm, I wanted that more than you’ll ever know. I waited so long for you two to figure it out.” She feathers her fingers on her inner thigh and smiles. “Cam, you did so well that day. You didn’t give a fuck about getting naked in front of Jay.” She feathers her fingers over her clit and softly groans.

“Baby girl, I’m fucking hung. I don’t care about being naked in front of anyone.”

Her laugh morphs into a moan as she presses a finger inside herself. “It never would have happened, though, if Jay wasn’t so…free.” She adds another finger and mewls, slowly pumping them, in and out. She circles her clit with her other hand. “I’m so lucky to have you both. Mmm…I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I groan, palming my cock over my jeans. She spreads her legs even wider, making Cam hiss and shift beside me. She pumps her fingers faster, pressing into her clit harder. Her head pops up, and her needy eyes look between us. “Please.”

Every ounce of control I have cracks, just like it always does when it comes to her. I pop the button on my jeans and rip my shirt off. Her smile is bright across her face, before she grabs my cock, sucking me between those beautiful lips. I drop my head down with a groan, watching her lips trail the length of my shaft.

“Fuck, sweet girl, I’ll never get enough of this.” I lean forward, feathering her clit with my fingers. She whimpers on my cock, pushing into my hand. She takes a long stroke of me and pulls off.

“Cam, come,” she purrs.

He chuckles at her demand. “That’s never been a problem with you.”

I press my fingers in her cunt, as her mouth goes back to consuming me. “Cam, take your clothes off and lie down,” I say.

Indy looks at him, sucking me, waiting for him to listen. She pauses to say, “Pretty boy, I think Jay wants me to ride that big cock of yours.” I groan as she strokes me in her hand, thrusting into her grip.