I laid my good hand on his shoulder. “I can do it if you want. I’m not completely helpless anymore.”
He shook his head. “I told Chad I’d take care of you when he couldn’t. That means doing this. Maybe when you have two working hands, you can teach me how to cook. Go inside. I’ll bring it to you.”
I went back to his bedroom, with the intent to help Jon. The first box I opened held Chris’ button down shirts that he usually wore to gigs. I hung them in the closet. Meanwhile, Jon went back and forth to his truck in the driveway to bring more stuff inside.
Soon Chris came in the room with the eggs, toast and orange juice. I sat on the floor carefully and ate willingly. He still looked upset. Without a word, he unpacked several boxes and adjusted things.
Suddenly, Chris threw an empty box against the wall. “How can you do this to Giovanni, Crystal? It’s been two weeks. Two fuckin’ weeks!”
What d’ you say to that? I had no idea.
Chris growled with frustration. Then he paced. Several emotions played across his face. “How can you do this to Chad? He loves you. How can you fuck with his feelings like that?” By then, tears fell from anger and grief. “It’s not fair to either of them!”
I had to say something, so I put the empty plate on the floor and tried to stand up. Jon rushed over when I slipped and set me on my feet. After I cleared my throat, I sat on the bed. “You don’t understand. I lost everything but Chad that night. Don’t you see that? Do you have any clue what that did to me?” Emotion built. Tears fell. Aggravated at the situation, I raised my voice and got to my feet. “I survived that accident somehow. But look at me! I’m not me! This fuckin’ body ain’t mine! I really look like a truck hit me! And I know I just lost Giovanni. I saw the truck fuckin’ crush him from the inside. I saw him bleeding and broken. In my heart I knew I was losing him. He fuckin’ died in by God damned arms! It still hurts so fuckin’ bad, sometimes I wish I died too. But I didn’t, and Giovanni asked me to move on with Chad. So if you guys can’t deal with it, just fuck off!”
“Hey, baby. Calm down,” Chad suddenly said from behind me. He wrapped his arms around me.
I breathed hard, more upset than ever. My hands shook as tears continuously fell. “They don’t get it. Nobody fuckin’ gets it!”
“It’s OK,” Chad assured me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. “It’s gonna take time.”
I pulled away from him. “No. There’s no time. I’m not dealing with this every day.” I went to find the letter Giovanni wrote me in Chad’s room. Then I came back and threw it at Chris. “Go ahead. Read it!”
Chris picked it up. While his hands shook, he opened it slowly. Tears fell faster when he was done. He handed the letter to Jon, who also read it.
“I’m sorry,” Chris sniffled. Then he hugged me. “I didn’t mean it. I was just mad at you for moving on.”
Chad stroked my hair. “See, baby. It’s OK.” Then he kissed my temple and left the room.
“I don’t know how to get through this,” Chris admitted. “I’m still reeling. I saw Dean hit you guys. I thought it was a nightmare. The van flipped and skidded across the road. Chad and I screamed, thinking it killed you, Crystal.” He pulled me tighter.
I tried to hold back the emotions that built. My eyes closed as my face pressed to his chest. I didn’t want to remember the accident.
“Why’d Dean haveta be an ass? Getting high was more important than his fuckin’ job? If we didn’t haveta go check on him, this mess wouldn’t’ve happened.” Chris started to sob and clung to me.
I grabbed Chris’ shirt, sure it was my fault we even went to Dean’s. “I said we’d go,” I whispered.
“What the hell did he need that big fucking truck for anyway?” Chris’ voice got louder. “It’s his fault Giovanni’s dead!”
“No it’s mine!” I screamed and shoved him away. “It’s my fucking fault! I killed him!”
I almost ran out of the room. I cried hard and felt awful. It was too much. The guilt and pain overwhelmed me completely. I wished I could take a bunch of pain pills and make it all go away, but I couldn’t reach them. That was a good thing. Chad would be more than heartbroken if I killed myself. I needed to find a way to stop the intense pain in my heart.
I headed for the kitchen. Chad could steer me away from suicide and make me feel better. As I got to the living room, I heard Tommy’s voice.
“Babe, you OK?” Tommy stood in front of me.
“You need me, baby girl?” Chad shouted from the kitchen.
Tommy turned to him. “I got it. You have work to do.” Then he put an arm around my shoulders. “Come on. I’ll sit in your room with you.” I walked with him back down the hall. When I opened Chad’s door he grabbed my arm. “Chad gave you his room? Why?”
I sighed. I didn’t want to argue with him too. “It’s complicated.”
He closed the door behind us. “I’ll drop it. It’s none of my business anyway.” He lifted me up and lay me on the bed. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
“Hold me,” I begged him, about to cry again. “It’s my fault Giovanni’s dead. I offered to go to Dean’s house.”
Tommy took his shoes off and laid by my side. Then he pulled me into his arms. I burst into tears and clung to him with my good hand. Seconds later, he cried with me.
Soon Tommy uttered, “It’s not your fault. I’m so sorry Dean did this to you. I should’ve picked him up myself. I knew he was high the night before, and I was pissed off. Why didn’t I go check on him? I’m sorry, babe. I never wanted any of this to happen. It’s my fault you lost him.”
I had no idea he felt as much guilt as I did. “It’s not your fault.”
“It is. Jon wanted me to go to Dean’s, and I told him I was busy. You were only there because I didn’t do it. I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t know what would happen.” I kissed his tearstained cheek. “I didn’t either.” I raked my fingers through his spiky hair.
He gazed into my eyes. “You don’t blame me?”
“No, Tommy.” I closed my eyes and tried to stop the new flood of tears that threatened.
Tommy held me tighter. “I’m still sorry. Oh God I’m sorry. I wish I could bring him back for you.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I know you loved him with all your heart, and I know he loved you just as much. I saw it the night we had the first threesome.” He sniffled and kissed my forehead. “He wanted you to have everything you wanted, even if that meant letting me screw you. He told me you wanted me, and I had to help him make you happy.”
I looked into his eyes. The eyes that always melted me. “You wanted me to be happy?”
“Of course,” he admitted and caressed my cheek. “I may not love you, but I care about you. There’s just something about you that draws me to you.” He hesitantly kissed me on the lips. “I can’t explain it.” Another kiss. “You’re different.” A more passion filled one. “You’re a musician. A hot one.” Our lips met again, and his tongue parted my lips.
Tears started again. I slid my tongue over his, in need of comfort. I put my hand under his T-shirt and caressed his back. Our kisses became hungrier. I pulled his T-shirt up and ran my hand over his chest. I yearned for him.
Tommy suddenly leaned back and took off his shirt. Just as fast, his lips were on mine again. The urgency built. Then I thought I heard a zipper open. He turned us and landed on top of me.
“I need you,” he whispered. His lips brushed my neck. “I feel like my heart’s gonna explode. Tell me it’s not my fault again. Please.” He sucked on my earlobe.
I sniffled. “It’s not your fault, Tommy.” I bit his shoulder, as my need grew. “It was all Dean. Tell me I’m gonna be OK.”
“You are. You’ll come out of this stronger.”
His mouth covered mine. Tongues twisted and twirled. His stiff cock pressed into my bare leg. Everything else had left my mind. I moved my good leg slowly, until his cock fell against my thin shorts. Mere fabric sepa
rated my achy pussy from him.
He looked at me. Tears still streamed quickly. I stared back at him, unable to speak. Because I knew that pain, I wiped at his tears with my fingertips. Then I kissed his eyes, to ease it.
“I need you,” I whispered and closed my eyes.
“I don’t wanna hurt anymore,” he admitted. “When’s it gonna end?” He kissed my lips softly. “I want it to end now.”
His pain had him as overwhelmed as mine had me. I pulled him down more, and our lips met again. His hand slid up the leg of my shorts and into my panties. A finger grazed my clit, and I let out a soft moan. When he thrust it inside me, I moaned again. Then he added another, and I lifted my hips a bit to drive it in further.
“Oh yeah.” I sighed with relief when he reached my sweet spot. He stroked it several times and used just the right amount of pressure. Then my head went back, and I held in a cry. My pussy clamped down on his fingers.
“Can I fuck you? Please?” His breath tickled my ear as he rubbed his cock against my crotch, while still he fingered me. “I want you so bad.”
Something made me look up. Chad stood over the bed. My eyes opened wide. We had gotten carried away. Chad smiled. It didn’t make any sense. Why isn’t he angry?
“Babe, please. Can I fuck you?”
“Not now you can’t,” Chad answered for me.
Tommy jumped off me and landed almost sitting on the bed. He frantically grabbed his cock and tucked it back in his pants. “Oh fuck. I’m sorry.” He nervously said. His eyes showed he knew Chad and I were a couple. “I’m… I… Uh. I’m sorry, Chad.” He started to ramble, “We just kinda started talking about who was to blame, and we were both upset and started kissing, and I got hard and wanted to fuck her again and I—I don’t know, man. I just needed her. Why didn’t you tell me you guys got together?”
“Chill out.” Chad almost laughed. “I’m not gonna hit you. We’re all emotional wrecks lately. This mess don’t make sense to any of us you know.”
Tommy got off the bed. “Chad, man. I really wasn’t trying to make her cheat on you. I was just so confused, and I hate this shit.”
“Relax. I’m OK with it.”
“You are?” Tommy’s eyebrows rose. “You kidding?”
“No. It’s fine. Looked real hot to me.”
Tommy walked toward the door. “You can’t hit me for this later. Got it?”
“I won’t.”
As soon as Tommy was gone, I watched Chad. He crawled on the bed. I wasn’t sure what to say. How come he’s not mad? He lay down next to me and slid his hand up my shirt.
“So… did he touch these?” He caressed one breast then the other.
I stared at him. He smiled widely. What’d I miss here? “Um, no.” The truth seemed like a logical path.
“Did he do this?” His hand moved into my panties and slowly glided down. Then he pushed two fingers into me.
I sighed as he stroked me gently. “Yes.”
“Did he make you cum?” His fingers started to pump in and out of me quickly.
I moaned, and moved my good leg so he could reach in deeper. “Yes… Aye!” Wild eyed, he yanked my shorts and panties off as I squirmed.
“I wanna see him make you cum again. I wanna watch him fuck you. I wanna see that look on your face again. It’s so fucking hot.”
What he craved shocked me. Since we were together, I thought he wouldn’t be able to enjoy that again. I had figured Tommy fucking me turned him on because I wasn’t his months ago. There was no way I expected a threesome with him to come up again.
Chad’s hand slammed into my pelvis repeatedly. “I want you to get him to fuck you up against the wall. Like how he did you the first time.”
My back arched, and I let out a scream in reply. He continued to pound my pussy. Within seconds, I screamed again. I shut my eyes and whimpered as I tried to recover.
“She’s fucking loud,” Jon commented from somewhere near the door.
Chad opened his pants as he relentlessly fingered me. I grabbed the side of the bed and cried out from yet another orgasm. Then the bed moved and Chad’s hips were suddenly between my thighs.
“Promise I won’t cum in you,” he muttered as his cock slid inside me.
Within seconds, he filled me completely, and I writhed beneath him. I grabbed his side and held on tight as he thrust quickly. Why he was so insanely horny was forgotten. I moaned, feeling so incredible.
“Baby…. Oh God, baby.” His hips moved faster. “I wanna see him slamming his cock into you.” He growled under his breath and bit my earlobe. “Fuckin’ you hard.”
I barely heard him after that, too overwhelmed. All I heard was skin slapping. I craved more. Carefully, I picked up my good leg and put my foot on his back.
“Yeah.” He moaned as he pushed in deeper. “Tell me you want him to fuck you.” He slowly ground into me. “Tell me.”
I glanced up. His head hung down and watched me. I hesitated. Then after I let out another moan, I replied, “I want him to fuck me up against the wall again.”
“Oh yeah… Uh, baby… Uh… Crystal!” He pulled out and quickly knelt next to me. “Suck it out. Please!” He shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked him hard, the way I knew he liked at the end. “Uh… Oh fuck!” he cried out, and I suddenly got a mouthful of semen.
It was so much. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough. It dribbled out of both sides of my mouth. Another spurt shot out, and I choked.
Chad grabbed my head and sat me up. His cock slipped out, and a burst of semen hit my throat. “I didn’t know I would cum that much. I’m sorry. You OK?”
I had it all over me by then. It got on my hand when I automatically covered my mouth. It had run from down my neck and onto my shirt. “Yeah, just a bit sticky.” I looked down. It was on my thighs also.
“But it looks so fucking sexy.” He kissed my forehead then gently laid me back down. “I’ll clean you up.
As he used a wet washcloth to get clean me, I asked, “You really want me to fuck Tommy again?”
“Yeah.” He carefully took my stained shirt off. “But I wanna just watch. Not like a threesome this time.”
“I don’t know if he can deal with that. He may feel different since I’m with you.”
“So? The first time I’ll be hidden so he don’t know.” Chad kissed my lips. “Baby, I’m serious. When I walked in and saw him all over you, my cock stood up immediately. Then the look of pleasure on your face almost made me cum. That’s why I had to fuck you and why I came so fast.”
His cock began to stiffen again. He looked down then at me again. “See. Just thinking about it gets me going.” He walked around the bed and took out a condom. “This time I won’t choke you. OK?”
Chapter 34
“You ready?” Chad asked as he shut his laptop.
I glanced at him while Chris helped me into my coat. “Hope so.” I had an appointment with my primary care doctor to get the staples out. “You sure you have the time?”
“I made the time,” Chad assured me. He was almost caught up on the past week’s work. Since he would be home, they had given him even more to do. “After what happened yesterday, I need to be there for you.”
Chris sighed. “I won’t vent to her again.”
“Not just that,” Chad explained as he approached us. “I don’t want her to freak out when the doctor checks her.”
With a nod, Chris glanced at me. “Right.” He had been told about my fear of doctors. “I can go too, so I know how to handle it.”
“Not this time.” Chad held my crutch out to me. I was sure he didn’t want Chris to know about the pregnancy test we also planned to take that day. “Come on.”
The ride did not terrify me as much as I expected. With my eyes closed, I didn’t panic as much. It also helped that we borrowed the Mustang and left the van behind.
Chad kept an arm around my shoulders as we walked up to the medical building. My heart pounded. I had been home for a week and was no l
onger used to being poked and prodded. The waiting room was torture.
“Crystal Atkinson?”
I looked up at my name. Nervously, I tried to get up but fell back in the chair. I used the crutch but still had trouble. “So tired of this shit.”
“Just let me help you.” Chad shifted the crutch over and lifted me up. “Just hold onto it.”
I reached out when he started to walk. “Wait. My purse.” The man who had been next to us handed it to me. “Thanks.”
Chad walked through the open door and to the room we were led to. After he set me on the exam table, he looked around. “Been a while since we were here.”
I sighed. “Yeah.” Giovanni had gone to any appointments I had for almost the past year. “Will taking out the staples hurt?”
“Not sure.” He pushed my legs open and stood between them. “Try not to think about it.” He wrapped me in his arms and sighed. “I’m here either way.”
There was a knock on the door. Then a nurse’s aide walked in. “Dr. Walker wants to do a full exam to check your injuries.” She moved around the room and opened cabinets. “I’ll get you a gown to change into. From your chart it looks like they’re extensive.”
“It’s OK,” Chad whispered when I trembled. “Better safe than sorry.”
I hadn’t expected more than a urine test and the staples’ removal.
“We also need to do some blood work.”
Chad lifted her head. “Why?”
“I’m not sure. Dr. Walker ordered several tests after I gave her the results of your urine test.” She set out a gown then a tray with gloves, some type of tools and what looked to be bandages. “We can do the blood draw now. Come to the lab please.”
* * *
By the time Dr. Walker was ready to see me, I was dressed in the gown. She smiled at me as Chad took a seat close to me. “You look better than I expected. The picture in the newspaper must have been right after the accident.”
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