Page 67 of In My Heart
“Are ye alright, lass? We lost ye there for a moment,” Arran asked and when I glanced up and behind me I saw unease on his face too, but he was trying harder to mask it.
“Yeah, sorry. I don’t…is that normal? God, I cried too. I’m so sorry,” I gasped as it sunk in what I’d just done.
“Don’t you dare apologise. I probably pushed too hard. I overwhelmed you,” Cal told me.
“Did ye need him to stop, Cara? Did he go too far?” Arran asked knowingly.
“No!” I cried. “I…it was amazing, Cal. I didn’t want you to stop, not at all. I just….I’ve never…” I paused as I realised what I was about to say. “Never mind. I’m fine now.”
“Uh-uh. Finish that sentence,” Cal demanded as he stared me down hard.
“Jesus, this is embarrassing,” I muttered to myself, then I looked to Cal again. “I’ve never…that was the first orgasm I’ve had that I didn’t…you know….um…give myself. And two on top of each other…I think I might have blacked out or something.”
“Jesus wept, darlin’. Yer so feckin’ cute,” Arran chuckled as he pulled me closer to his front and hugged me tight.
“As long as you’re okay? We didn’t scare you or do anything you didn’t like?” Cal fussed.
“I’m fine,” I assured him as I lifted my head from Arran’s chest to smile at him. “And I promise I loved everything the both of you did.”
“Good, because I plan to get a long and lasting taste of ye next time,” Arran told me.
I was filled with a feeling of satisfaction and rightness as I relocated so I was tucked in between the two of them on the sofa. Cal had helped me back into my pyjamas and we all settled in, while Arran put on some show I was paying no mind to. All I wanted to do was snuggle between them, basking in the feeling of contentment while it lasted.
The room was quiet except for the low drone of the TV. It was the kind of quiet that settles after something changes. And that night things had changed - for me, for them, and definitely for us.
I lay between them on the sofa, my head resting against Arran’s shoulder, Cal close at my other side. Their warmth hadn’t faded. It lingered, comforting me - steady and grounding. Protective. Safe.
Arran’s arm tightened slightly around me. “Ye alright, darlin’?”
I smiled, eyes half-closed. “Yeah… I am.”
Cal’s hand rested lightly at my side, his thumb moving in slow, soothing patterns.
“We love you, Cara. Both of us,” he said quietly.
I let out a soft breath, my heart skipping a beat at those perfect words in that perfect moment.
I settled even deeper between them. This time, I didn’t hesitate, didn’t think. My reply was instinctual and sure.
“I love you both too, so much.”
And with those sleepy words I slipped away to the most peaceful rest I’d had maybe in my entire life, settled between two men I knew would keep me safe, and love me no matter what came.
CHAPTER 18
RAFE
The machines beeping around me were what woke me. I opened my eyes and instantly panicked at the feel of something in my mouth. Instinctively, one hand went to my right side for the knife I always concealed there, while the other went to my face to grab whatever the hell was trying to suffocate me.
My panic only rose further when I found no knife at my side, and tightly tucked sheets stopping me from getting my heavy and sluggish hand to my side.
I started to cough and gasp for breath as I reached both hands for whatever was stopping me breathing and found a plastic tube down my throat. I sat up, ignoring the fiery pain that ripped through me as I tore tape from my face and ripped the tube out, gasping, fighting, and coughing as it came out painfully
“RAFE!”
The frantic cry had me looking up with alarm, and my panic and fears only rose when I found Cara rushing towards me, looking terrified and so pale.Where were we? What the fuck was going on?
“Rafe, stop!” Cara cried as she raced to me, but the tube was already out and I threw it aside as I moved to get out of the fucking bed and find my knife. I had to get Cara out of whereverwe were. She looked so thin and shaky.Had we been captured? Was this Adamian?
