Love me 'Til it Hurts

Chapter 61 - Tension & Surprises!

Callum Downey...

What exactly is it going to take to get rid of Angela?

That question has been running through my head for weeks now. I hate that we are basically hostages to her craziness. I do not ever use the word crazy as a rule - it is a derogatory term that serves no purpose other than to degrade someone. However, that being said - there really is no other word to use to describe Angela and her actions of late.

We are being held hostage to her actions - we rarely leave the house, opting to spend the majority of our time locked away behind doors, which is not what I ever wanted. Now that our relationship is out there, I want nothing more than to go out and show the world just how deliriously happy we all are. Juliette is never left alone; it just simply isn't safe because I know the lengths that someone with Angela's illness will go to for the object of their obsession. We are lucky that the three of us get along so well because this situation would be enough to rip other, less connected couples to the brink of separation.

I really am at a loss on what I can do.

Normally, I would recommend a psych-eval, but I am no longer her physician, so it is not my place. I mean I could always talk to her therapist, William again, try and get him to see reason. The thing is, unfortunately, William was one of those therapists that believes he knows best. And he most certainly does not appreciate the input of his colleagues. I learnt that the hard way when I first went to talk to him. In no uncertain terms he informed me that he did not need, nor want my input on how to treat his patient. However, I was thankful that he was happy enough to share just how bad things had gotten in the girl's mind.

Juliette was the problem.

Juliette was the obstacle that had to be removed for Angela to finally get what she assumed she deserved and wanted. Me.

Tonight, could have gone much worse but it could have also gone better. I mean, it could have been better in the sense that our time out of the house could have lasted longer. As it stood it was really the first real outing that we had since we came out to everyone. It had been a good night too - Juliette basked in the environment, which only screamed just how much she had missed socialising. That was somewhat of a surprise in itself. Juliette was one of those people who didn't thrive in social settings, she much preferred one on one settings. It came from her dislike and distrust of people in general. And with Angela's antics - I feared that it would make Juliette retreat even more.

The grunts and moans coming from the back seat tore me out of my musings. Glancing in the rear-view mirror to see Juliette bouncing on Jeremy's lap had my already half-mast cock raise to full salute - I don't think I would ever get tired of seeing that. I loved watching her take her pleasure from us. The way she was unapologetic in her pursuit of release - she owned her sexuality so fully that sometimes it was hard to remember that we were the only men she has ever been with.

Juliette knew what she wanted, and she knew what she liked, as if she had been doing this for a lifetime. It was sexy as fuck to watch her, and my hand automatically grabbed my shaft as I steered the car onto the dirt track that would finally bring us home. Pumping slowly as I kept my eyes darting from the track in front of me to the mirror where I could see Jeremy's hands gripping her ass - spreading her wider. Jesus Christ. My pursuit of release was rising inside of me with all the momentum of a freight-train. So much that I ended up pulling to the side of the track and left the car idling as I climbed out of the front seat and clambered into the back with them.

"Mmmm, hi!" She moaned out, reaching her hand for my cock - there was no need for ceremony here, we were out in the open, desire and basic need dictating our bodies to move towards one another in need of that connection we all shared with one another.