Cranston High

Tee • 37

Seeing Haze in so much pain nearly rips my heart right in fucking two.

No matter how much we try to take her pain away from her it never seems to be enough.

These last two days has put a toll on all of us especially with Ark, he has stepped up more than any of us have. He seems to have more damn stamina than I have previously given him any credit for.

As I watch him take another one for the team I try to will myself to finally relax in the bed beside them.

The obnoxious bouncing of the bed is preventing me form fully appreciating my small vast window of reprieve that was so graciously given to me by Ark stepping up once again.

Bran has exhausted himself after going to extreme lengths to satisfy our mate. He has crashed in the recliner in the corner of the room. I can hear his soft repetitive snoring over Arks and Hazes breathless panting beside me.

Diesel is in the shower trying his best to revitalize himself just in case he is needed to take over for Ark.

Torq has passed out on the floor beside me. The dude just couldn't handle it any longer. We were lucky that he could actually step up to the plate for a few rounds.

Haze has slept on and off throughout the entire tireless ordeal, thankfully but I know that she has to be worn completely out as she so the one that has to suffer through all of this bullshit.

Jay nor Bray has had their chance to be with Haze yet. Their nervous apprehension toward doing the deed with Haze is starting to really grate on my last damn nerve.

Both of them are standing off on their own in the far corner of the room while whispering to each in a silent conversation amongst themselves.

Arks pouncing into Haze starts to grow a bit sloppy as he finally finishes up, with like his tenth fucking go round with her.

As I peer over at them beside me under heavy eyelids I watch as he collapses right on top of Haze from his over excursion.

I let out a light chuckle as his entire body grows completely limp right on top of her. Haze is trying her best to move the giant lug off from the top of her but to no avail.

With a drawn out tired sigh I roll over to them and help her pry Ark from off of her, non to gently.

He flimsily crashes right down on top of the mattress right in between Haze and I, completely unconscious.

I quickly check to see if he was still breathing by placing my hand right up underneath his nose. When I feel his light pants of hot air hit my fingers I breath out a long sigh of relief.

Thank fuck he didn't just fuck himself to death. With the way that things are going I consider that to be a major possibility, for one of us to fall over dead from too much fucking. At least one of us would die with a large fucking smile on our faces, I remiss.