Page 58 of Broken Pieces

What I didn’t expect was complete silence from them, as I lay there naked and vulnerable.

For a second, I thought I’d messed up and it wasn’t Max or Maddox.

I didn’t really want another guy touching me. Even if it was their job, it didn’t feel right. But then I saw the boots in front of me, spread far apart in a lazy stance and I knew it was Maddox.

For a moment I was ecstatic that they actually followed me all the way there, but then it dawned on me that I made myself completely at their mercy and that terrified me.

No matter how much I want everything they give me, it still scares me not knowing exactly how far they’ll take things.

Walking back to my room, covered in come, wasn’t the easiest thing to do. If there were any towels in that room I can only assume mystepbrothers took them in some insane power play to show me who I belong to.

The truth is, I didn’t want to clean their come off.

I had to wipe some of it off with the scraps of bandages they used to tie me up, otherwise if someone saw me looking like that I’d never live it down. Still, I managed to keep some of it on me and pulled my hood up as I ran back to my room.

Feeling them still on my skin and smelling them all over me made me feel oddly content. Like I finallybelonged.

I've been drifting through life since I left home, barely living and just existing. Now that Max and Maddox are back in my life, I feel like my world has meaning again. I finally want to get up and face each new day.

That night, I fucked myself to sleep with my own fingers and the smell of their come all over me. Eventually I woke up uncomfortable and had to take a shower, but the feeling of their hands on my body never left.

Now, I’m waiting for the sun to finish setting so I can play my own game with them.

I'm finally finished for the semester and rather than hanging around campus like I originally planned I've decided to take a chance on Max and Maddox wanting me enough to take me with them to the cabin. Hopefully, we can finally just sit face to face and talk.

My backpack’s ready to go, packed with the few things I’ll need when I leave with them and the photos they left me. There’s no way I’m leaving them behind for someone to find and end up with them being plastered all around campus.

I should have told my stepbrothers a long time ago that I wanted to be with them, but I was too scared. Too scared of the rejection and what our parents would think.

The thought of people looking at us with disgust gave me so much anxiety, but I know that feeling is nothing now, not compared to the emptiness I’ve had to endure without them.

I’m not going to be alone anymore, though.

Tonight, I finally get to be with Max and Maddox.

If they’ll have me that is.

Everything they’ve done to me since they started stalking me has been an odd mix of hate and possession. Both of which make me want them more, makemewant to bewantedmore.

The way they act in their anonymity is different from the old Max and Maddox I knew.

They’ve grown a lot in two years, in every single way. They’re both huge now, clearly spending hours in the gym and their personalities match it. Their mere presence fills up the entire space they’re in. I just hope there’s room for me there as well.

Once it’s finally dark, I pull on Maddox’s hoodie. It’s the one he gave me the night of the accident. The only thing I have left of him. The smell of him is long gone, but its warmth and size still brings me comfort.

Hopefully he’ll recognise it tonight and see it as a sign I want to be his. That I want to betheirs.

With my bag securely on my back, I take a quick peek out the window to see if my stalkers are waiting out there.

There’s no glow of neon, but someone’s leaning against the wall of the building opposite. I slink back behind the drapes before taking acloser look. It’s dark out so I can’t be completely sure if it’s him, but I swear James is out there, watching me.

What is his deal?

He’s the last person I want to see tonight, especially after what happened last time he was near me. For some reason, he seems to think he’s entitled to me.

Even though what Max and Maddox have done to me is far worse than James’ behavior, I’m not as scared of them as I am of him.

When I get downstairs, I head out the back exit so I can avoid him entirely. Once I know I'm alone, I send a text to my stepbrothers.