Peyton's Path: Fighting Fate Book 2

by SM Olivier

  “I can’t wait to feel you gripped around my cock, milking me of every last drop of cum,” he groaned. Lochlann’s dirty talk did crazy things to me, and I was beyond turned on.

  Kyler quickened his movements over my clit, applying the right amount of pressure. Lochlann curved his fingers inside me, finding my G-spot. I moaned and ground my pelvis against their movements.

  I reached out and grasped Lochlann’s hard, hot, smooth flesh in my hands and heard him hiss out in surprise. He began to pull away, but I shook my head. I pulled his face down to me, bringing his lips down to mine.

  “Let me make you come, too,” I whispered.

  He nodded, throwing his head back and hissed. I stroked him up and down, feeling his precum on the tip of his cock. Kyler groaned, and I looked back to see that he was turned on from watching me stroke his best friend.

  Wanting to touch Kyler, too, I tried to reach back, but he shook his head.

  “Can I come on you?” Ky asked huskily, bending me forward slightly.

  “Please,” I whimpered. I felt his cock rubbing against my backside.

  “I’ll take care of her,” Lochlann reassured Kyler in a husky voice.

  Kyler grabbed my butt cheeks and thrust himself in between the crease. I tensed for a moment. I was curious about butt play, but I definitely wasn’t ready for it right then.

  Kyler chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, Kitten, I won’t be taking that hole… yet.”

  I nodded and got back to kissing and stroking Lochlann as Kyler rubbed himself against me. My breathing became ragged as I enjoyed their ministrations. This was so hot, so exciting, and new.

  “Come for us,” Kyler commanded.

  “Let us watch you fall apart for us,” Lochlann added as he continued to pump his fingers, his thumb applying more pressure to my clit.

  Their words worked as an aphrodisiac. The fire in my belly was building to a crescendo. I heard Lochlann curse, and then he thrust into my hand.

  “Yes, love, yes,” he cried out, moments before I felt the warmth of his come splash against my hand.

  On sensory overload, I watched him continue to come and saw the look of bliss on his face. The feeling of Kyler grasping my hips as he rubbed himself to orgasm, and kissing my shoulders and neck, felt so damn good. The sounds of our ragged breaths and moans were its own musical symphony.

  Lochlann increased the pressure of his thumb and thrust his fingers into me with determination, pushing me over the edge. I fell apart. A hoarse cry was wrenched from my throat. Kyler roared behind me, and I felt his hot come against my back.

  All three of us were panting, our hips swaying to a rhythm only we could hear as we relished the final moments of our release. I was both sated and exhausted at once.

  “Good girl,” Kyler praised, kissing my shoulders with gentle pecks.

  “That was a first.” Lochlann smiled before brushing his lips against mine.

  I almost preened under his words, glad to have been involved in one of his new experiences. I never imagined him being a team…player. Kyler, yes. Lochlann, not so much.

  “When I’m better, I want a repeat in my bed.” I sighed brazenly.

  Both men made a sound between a groan and a gasp, and looking at them, I could see the anticipation. They were just as turned on by the idea as I was.

  Kyler finished washing my hair, while Lochlann gently washed my body. I was so thankful they both hadn’t reacted too harshly when they discovered more marks against my ivory skin. At one-point, Kyler sat down and took me in his lap, as Lochlann carefully shaved my legs. I was both touched and grateful for their thoughtful care.

  30

  ●

  Discrepancies

  I was sitting on the sofa between Crew and Zane when the doorbell rang. I stiffened and felt the reassuring squeeze of Crew’s fingers. I knew it was the agents, yet I still wasn’t ready to talk.

  I looked over and saw Victor, one of Grandpa’s lawyers, sitting in the corner of the room. He informed me that Grandpa wanted to be here, but another doctor had advised Grandpa against it. I wasn’t bothered by the news. I wanted my Grandpa to get as much rest as possible, plus, I didn’t think he would be able to handle hearing me talk about those monsters. The guys already said he was nearly inconsolable for the last eighteen days.

  “Do you want anymore?” Paxton inquired, holding up my bowl of oatmeal.

  I was only able to take a few bites before I felt full. I really wanted to eat some more, but I couldn’t, not between my recovering stomach and seeing how closely Golden and Madison sat together since I’d come upstairs. They whispered to each other, and neither one of them had spoken a word to me directly since I’d entered the room.

  “No, thank you.” I feigned a smile as Zane pulled me in to lean into his chest.

  It felt more natural now to receive their touches after Lochlann and Kyler had helped me shower and get dressed. I knew I couldn’t continue to push the guys away. I didn’t want to lose them, too.

  “Let me know if you get hungry,” Paxton urged. “I got you some jello and pudding, if you want any.”

  “Thanks, Pax.” I smiled for real this time. He kept looking at me, as if he feared I’d disappear on him again. With his fear of abandonment and his natural needy nature, I was surprised at how well he had been taking my return. I thought for sure I wouldn’t have a moment to myself with him around, not that I would have minded, but he was showing an emotional maturity that was unlike him.

  “No problem, firecracker.” He winked at me.

  I chuckled softly.

  “Miss Delaney?” someone called, and I turned.

  A Hispanic woman looked at me as she entered the room behind Lochlann. She was petite and beautiful, somewhere in her mid-thirties, with dark hair, dark eyes, and beautiful bronze skin. She was wearing a stylish black pantsuit and a white button-up shirt. Her shoes were sensible but expensive. In her hand, she held a manila folder. Her kind, no-nonsense expression put me immediately at ease. I couldn’t handle extreme scrutiny or pity right now.

  “Hello.” I tried to stand to shake her hand, but exhaustion and pain still weighed my limbs down.

  “No need to get up,” a man hastily reassured, stepping forward and extending his own hand. “I’m Agent Janson, and this is my partner Agent Dominquez,” he introduced.

  He was young, maybe in his late twenties, not classically handsome with his crooked nose and broad forehead, but he had arresting blue eyes and thick golden hair. His eyes reminded me a lot of Lochlann’s, piercing and all-knowing.

  “Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” Agent Dominquez inquired.

  I nodded reluctantly.

  “Have a seat,” Lochlann offered, pointing to the recliners that he had moved across from the couch and coffee table. “Would you like any coffee, water, tea?”

  “Coffee please, black,” Agent Janson said immediately.

  Agent Dominquez gave him an exasperated look. He gave her an unapologetic smile.

  “A water for me, thank you,” Agent Dominquez added.

  I imagined she only said water out of politeness and not because she was thirsty. Agent Janson, on the other hand, really did look like he needed coffee. I wondered how long they had been on the case. There was a possibility they had been up all night gathering evidence and hunting down Coach and Tormentor.

  Victor introduced himself as my lawyer before sitting back down. The agents didn’t seem surprised by his presence. Was it typical for a victim of a crime to have a lawyer present?

  “Some of these questions will be of a sensitive nature,” Agent Dominquez articulated cautiously, as she looked at the room full of people.

  The guys and Madison were already in the room. The kids were currently with Mr. Jenkins and Renee.

  Apparently, in my absence, Renee had become a fixture around here. The guys had continued giving her rides to and from the dance studio, and she helped with the kids from time to time. Mr. Jenkins and Grandpa seemed to hav
e grown rather fond of her as well. I was delighted to hear how she had thrived in my absence.

  Madison and Golden were seated on the opposite side of the sectional, while Kyler was sitting between them and us. Paxton came back into the room and took a seat in front of me.

  “I…” I began, licking my suddenly dry lips. “I haven’t told my… family what happened yet. If you don’t mind, can they stay?” I inquired, twirling my ring around my finger. “I don’t…want to retell the account multiple times. They should know what happened to me.”

  I knew they would respect my wishes if I asked them to leave, but I wanted them to stay. If they couldn’t handle what happened to me and how it had affected me, I wanted them to have the opportunity to leave me if they wished. I would need strong people by my side in the weeks to come. I felt like I was being held together by bubble gum and masking tape. Eventually, I wouldn’t be able to keep this mask in place.

  Zane leaned forward and grabbed my water bottle as Crew linked his fingers through mine. They were silently letting me know they wanted to be here. I was thankful for that.

  Janson and Dominquez looked at each other and seemed to have a silent conversation before Dominquez finally nodded. “If they promise not to interrupt our questioning,” she said kindly.

  “We won’t,” Kyler said, speaking for the whole group.

  “Do you mind if we record this conversation?” Dominquez asked as she pulled out a little handheld recorder.

  I shook my head and cleared my throat. “No.”

  I took a sip of water from the bottle Zane held out. I smiled at him once more… well, I tried to, at least.

  “Okay then.” Janson cleared his throat. “Can you tell us exactly what happened the day you were taken?”

  I nodded, then took a deep breath. “I was at the hospital waiting to go back to see Clay, Mr. Isaacs’ adopted son—” It still sounded weird to say that — “when Aaron approached me in the lobby. He said he lost his mother in the parking lot and asked if I could help him. I agreed to help, but when we got out to the parking lot, I realized how empty it was and something…didn’t feel right. I wanted to return to the hospital. I told Aaron we should talk to security, but he held onto my legs, making it difficult to walk. Then Coach Carson pulled up in the gray sedan that had followed me before. He placed something over my mouth and face, and the next thing I knew, I woke up chained to a bed.”

  I felt Zane and Crew stiffen beside me. I remembered how betrayed I had felt when I realized Coach was involved. I could only imagine how they felt. They had played for that man for the last four years. He had mentored, coached, and befriended them.

  “Did you know it was Coach Carson at the time?” Agent Janson asked as he wrote in a notebook. “And what happened next after you woke up?”

  Lochlann returned with their beverages, and they both smiled their thanks at him. Then Lochlann took a position next to the fireplace, leaning against it.

  “I didn’t know it was Coach Carson at the time, no,” I answered. “I woke up with Principal Boyd poised above the bed. Soon another man…” I bit my lip from calling him Tormentor. “…Pearce came into the room, and he knocked me out.”

  “Knocked you out how?” Dominquez asked.

  “With something from a needle,” I answered a little above a whisper. I tried to shut out the memory.

  “So, there were three abductors? Stephen Carson, Reginald Boyd, and this…Pearce?” Janson frowned.

  “Yes,” I confirmed.

  Janson and Dominquez exchanged a look but continued. “What happened next?” Janson inquired.

  “I woke up downstairs in the basement. I found out quickly that my half-sister Claire Delaney was there. She was taken upstairs, and a little while after that, Pearce came down and put… a collar around my neck,” I mumbled the last words.

  I began to shake, remembering the pain that collar brought me. I vaguely registered Crew draping a blanket over me.

  “The collar that was removed from you at the hospital?” Dominquez pulled a photo from her file.

  In the picture, the collar was lying on a metal tray. It looked like it had been cut off, the padlock still intact. I heard Crew grind his teeth and saw Kyler clench his fist in my peripheral. The brothers were controlling their anger rather well. I was somewhat comforted by the fact they were keeping it reined in for my benefit.

  “That’s correct.” I nodded.

  I heard Madison gasp from across the room. I looked up and saw Golden wrap his arm around her shoulders as she buried her head in his chest. I felt sick at the sight and quickly turned away.

  “What did the collar do?” Janson inquired. “What was it used for?”

  “If I…displeased them, I was shocked,” I rasped.

  I saw Paxton get up and leave the room. I kept my eyes downcast. Maybe it wasn’t wise to have them all stay. The sight of Golden comforting Madison destroyed me, and then seeing Paxton so disturbed… it gutted me.

  I could see Madison muffling her sobs in Golden’s shirt. I wanted to reach out to her, but shouldn’t she be there for me? Why did she feel the need to leave her previous life and move here, unless she wanted to be there for me? Other than the first five minutes of our reunion, she had yet to approach me. I didn’t want to believe my best friend wanted to… take my place, but it felt like that to me now.

  She never had to work for anything. Everything was given to her. Anything or anyone she wanted to have in the past had been hers. For once, I had something she wanted. Had the guys’ initial rejection been too much for her ego? Had she seen my absence as her chance to get the guys? I could tell they all liked her being around. Obviously, Golden more than the others.

  “How did you get the marks on your neck?” Janson asked, pulling me from my musings. His jaw was clenched, I could tell he was displeased by what those animals did to me, too.

  I unconsciously reached up and touched my covered throat. I had been shocked by my appearance after I took my shower. The marks on my neck and arms made me horribly self-conscious, so I had put on a gray scarf to pair with my oversized pink cashmere sweater and gray leggings.

  “The collar was on too tight,” I informed him with a shrug. “I think they could adjust the voltage that shocked me too. Sometimes it was just a small shock, other times…” I paused. I couldn’t admit that I peed myself. “Other times I couldn’t breathe or see for a few seconds.”

  “Do you know why they took you?” Dominquez questioned gently. She looked close to tears. I wouldn’t want her job. Like, ever. I could only imagine the things she had seen or heard in her line of work.

  “I believe it’s because I looked like my Aunt Ava.” I frowned. I was preoccupied with the pattern in the blanket. I wished they’d finish with the questioning. I didn’t want to relive the most horrific experience of my life.

  “It was all so… confusing,” I said almost to myself. “They kept calling me Ava and telling me I was going to be the new Ava. I was there for some time before I found out my Aunt Ava lived upstairs. She had just had a baby, but she seemed so…weak. I heard the baby crying. I went to see if I could help her while Pearce and Claire were upstairs…” I swallowed past the thickness in my throat once more. “Pearce and Claire were having sex. I don’t think Claire wanted to be there at first, but it was like Stockholm Syndrome. I think she fell in love with Pearce and Coach.

  “Anyway, the baby was crying, and Aunt Ava was lying next to Honor, the baby. My aunt seemed a little more tired than she should have been, she looked so weak. We got to talking, and she told me she fell in love with Coach and Torment…I mean, Pearce a long time ago. She told me she ran away with them. She made it sound like she asked the men to get me, like she wanted to find a replacement, someone to give the men more kids,” I paused once more, lost in the memory of Ava’s words.

  “She said I looked the most like her, just like them … like there had been multiple Avas. Avas, not the mother of all the children. Aaron and the twins had anothe
r mother. Aaron said his mother died having the twin girls, but I don’t know…. Ava freaked out when I told her I was taking the kids and her to the hospital when I got free…”

  I knew I was rambling, but my mind felt like fireworks were firing off in my head. It was so hard to focus on one thought.

  “Did you ever see Claire… punished?” Dominquez asked, changing the line of questioning.

  I closed my eyes and shook my head. “No.”

  I hadn’t. I knew she was in the box next to me, but after that, she was quickly integrated into the household. I never saw any bruises on her. She just seemed… afraid, at first. She had the collar for the first few days, but I never saw them use it on her.

  “Did Claire ever say she was kidnapped?” Janson inquired.

  I was so puzzled by their line of questioning, but I answered anyway. “No. She said that the… men loved her, that her family didn’t really miss her, essentially. But I knew she wasn’t there of her own free will. She was in box next to me when I was first put in it, she even had the same collar as me.”

  “Can you tell us about the night of your escape?” Dominquez asked next. They continued to write notes in their notebooks, and I wondered what they were writing.

  “Claire came into my room, crying. She said Pearce and Coach had gotten mad at Boyd and kicked him out of the house,” I began to explain. “She said he came back, that he attacked her first, and then Hope had tried to save her. Boyd knocked Hope out. When she took the kids and hid from Boyd, he went after Ava next.

  “I woke up to Ava screaming and the baby crying.” I bit my lip trying to dispel the memory of that awful night. “He was raping her,” I whispered. “The blood.. . so much. I… I took a fireplace poker, and Ava kicked him. I stabbed him. He was yelling and threatening me, so I hit him again with the fireplace tongs. I took his keys from his pocket, got his car, and came back to get Ava, Claire, and the kids.”

  “Was Reginald Boyd still alive when you left him?” Jensen asked.

  I nodded without hesitation. “He had a pulse, and he was breathing, I checked.”

  “And you left him, where?” Dominquez asked.