Bound Together

Chapter 9

Jack's pov

Noah lays beside me dead to the world as I lie awake. My body aches in agony each breath I take sends a shock of pain. I'll have to ask Damien or Noah to get me some pain killers tomorrow.  I can't stop thinking about Nyla and how calm and controlled she was, how she ordered them around and took control of the situation and the way her finger danced against my skin as she fixed me up. I can tell she's done this before by the way her hands skillfully did the stitches without a single shake and by the way the stitches were better than any doctor i've gone to. This kinda thing happens a lot. It's a part of the life we live. I can still feel the light touch of her skin against mine. Wonder what it would feel like if our bodys were pressed together, both covered in sweat, her chest heaving as I pleasure her, what her moans would sound like as I brought her to an orgasm. How much could she handle? Would she beg me to keep going? Does she like pain? Would she moan so prettily for me as spanked her ass or dragged a knife across her smooth tan skin? Fuck. there's nothing i can do about the raging hard on i have right now. She did say no sex but never said anything about a blow job. My mind is already made up. I roll on top of Noah and use my elbows to support me. I place a light kiss on his lips and another and another. He groans and his eyes flutter open. He looks at me and she reaches his hands up to tangle them into my hair and smashes my lips against his. We both groan into the heated kiss. He pulls away to catch his breath.
"Nyla said no sex jack." His voice is low and husky.
"Yes but I need your help." I say pointing to my hard on. He groans. "Plus its only head so its not like we are actually fucking." The lust in his eyes dances like a fire. He rolled us over so now he's on top of me. He brings his lips back down to mine and it quickly turns into a hot and bruising kiss. I moan as he bites my lip drawing blood and he groans as it reaches his taste buds. He breaks away from my lips and works his way down to my neck, he sucks and nibbles leaving hickies in his path. He counts working down until he reaches where I need him the most. He brings his lips to my tip and lightly sucks, making me moan. He goes all the way down and I move my hands to his hair. My fingers tangle into his red hair and he groans as I tug on it. My breathing quickens and I know my release is coming soon. It only takes another minute for me to finish and swallow down. He looks up at me and brings his lips back to mine so that I can taste myself on him.
"Come on, let's go back to bed." He says giving me one last kiss before he rolls over. I wrap my arm around his torso and drift off into a dreamless sleep.

    Light beams into the room making me groan and turn over. It's too early to be awake. I reach for Noah but he's not there. I grab my phone and check the time. Holy shit it's two in the afternoon. Why did no one wake me? The bedroom door opens and Damien walks in.
"Well good morning sunshine." he teases.
"Fuck off would ya." I groan.
"You're needed in the kitchen, Nyla wants to check your wound," he says.
"Fine. just give me a minute." I grumbled.  Slowly climbing out of bed I make my way downstairs. Nyla, Noah, and Damien all stand around the island. There's food laid out on the counter.
"We made you breakfast, once you're done eating will address your wound." Nyla speaks up.
"Thank you." I mumble. I take a seat and quickly start stuffing my face with grits. In no time my plate is clean of any food. Nyla walks over and takes my plate and places it in the sink. She washes her hands and the plate before walking over to me.
"Lift up your shirt." she commands. I lift up my shirt and she peels back the bandage. She reaches for the alcohol and wets the towel before she cleans the wound. I hissed at the sting of it. Once she's cleaned it she applies a new bandage. "All done." she says. I look at her hands and see silver lines all over the top of her hand.
"What the fuck are those Nyla?" I shout, scaring her.
"What are you talking about?" She asks like she doesn't know what I'm talking about. I grab her hand and lift it so that she and the guys can see what I'm talking about. She mumbles something along the lines of 'son of a bitch'
"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Like hell I'm not gonna worry about it.
"Its not fucking nothing!" Damien shouts.
"Who did this?" Damien asks his tone so deadly. I can feel the anger rating off of him and Noah and I know they can feel mine.
"No one." she mumbles. Something clicks in our brains. I can see it in their eyes.
"Were you using makeup to cover them?" Noah questions. She stays silent avoiding the question.
"Are there more?" Damien asks. All we get is silence. Damien storms over to the sink and wets a rag. "Take off your fucking shirt." he orders but nyla makes no move to do it. "I swear to fucking god nyla if you dont take off your shirt ill do it for you.'' His voice is demanding and you feel the anger laced in it as he speaks. She slowly lifts her shirt off and tosses it on the ground. God she's so beautiful but now's not the time to think about that. Damien hands her the rag. "You do it or one of us will choose." He says. She keeps her head tilted down staring at the ground. She slowly takes all of the make off and we look in horror at the scars that cover her skin. She brings the rag to her face and my heart stops. Finally she's done and she looks up at us with tears in her eyes but they never fall. We look at her in horror not because they make her any less beautiful but because of what our girl had to go through to get them. She moves to hold the counter like she's about to pass out and Damien quickly grabs her before she hits the floor.

What the fuck just happened...