Chapter 61: Kind Words


    <b><i>Blythe’s </i></b><i>P.O.V. </i>


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    “Looks like I got here just in time,” CG said, smirking at us.


    I blinked at him for a moment.


    This is going to turn into something more. With CG and Karma, it always <i>does</i>. They’re the


    two I haven’t figured out how to torture. I mean, other than being a brat to them. I can’t tease


    them because they feed into it, leaving me needy, or taking care of my neediness. I’ve been


    trying to think of ways to take Karma’s control from him. I know that would pi.ss him off.


    He’s used to always having control. I have to figure out how to take just a little bit from him.


    But CG? Nothing bothers CG when ites to me. He was always like that. Always more


    than happy to touch me or just be around me. If I tease CG, it’ll be like giving him what he


    wants. He loves attention from me. But I doubt that not giving him any at all would do much


    either. He’d still here and watch me suck Psy.cho’s di.ck and love every second of it.


    Well, CG is the only one who actually listens to me when I tell him to stop. Of course, I have


    to sound serious, otherwise he won’t take me seriously. I wonder if I could test him, push his


    limits. Make him sit and watch, tease him, but refuse to let him touch me at all.


    How much would it take for CG to break? What will he do to me when he does?


    “This isn’t what it looks like!” Psy.cho rushed out, bringing me back to reality.


    “Oh?” CG asked with a raised brow. He crossed his arms, leaned back against the door, and


    crossed his ankles. “And what does it look like, Psy.cho?” He asked, smirking at us.


    I tried to fight the smile that was making my lips twitch.


    “Blythe is just drunk, and she’s back into that split personality of hers, that’s all,” Psy.cho said.


    My jaw dropped as I stared up at him.


    “I do not have a split personality!” I defended myself.


    But I was ignored.


    “And


    man.”


    you were just going to take advantage of her?” CG asked, teasing. “Psy.cho, not cool


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    “You and Karma do it fu.cking daily!” Psy.cho argued. “Havoc apparently fu.cking ate her <i>out</i>!”


    “And you think that makes it okay?” CG replied, definitely teasing Psy.cho, but I’m not sure Psy.cho realizes that.


    “I–I was telling her no,” he stuttered.


    “Were you?” I asked.


    “Yeah, were you?” CG echoed.


    Psy.cho huffed as his eyes flickered between the two of us.


    “She got her knees on her own. I didn’t ask for this,” he grumbled.


    “But if you shut up and let go of my hands… you can still enjoy it,” I said sweetly.


    “Blythe, this is crazy,” he said, looking down at me.


    “I think we’ve alle to understand that none of us are sane here, <i>Psy.cho</i>.” I said, putting


    emphasis on his name.


    “This is different, Shorty…” he replied, still being stubborn.


    What even is his problem? This isn’t like him. I didn’t expect Psy.cho to put up a fight at all. Be


    mean to me, yes, but try to stop me from giving him a blowjob? No way.


    “What if she sucks me off first?” CG suggested with a sly smile.


    “I have other ns for you,” I told him.


    CG’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.


    “Really?” he asked, intrigued.


    I smiled at him.


    “I think I finally found a way <i>to </i>push your buttons,” I said, giggling. “But you have to promise to do as I say,”


    “Of course, Fireball,” he replied instantly. “Whatever you want. I’m positive I can meet any expectations you have, baby girl.”


    gulped. The way CG said that had heat pooling in my lower belly. His eyes raked across me as he sucked in his bottom lip. When his eyes met mine again, they were full of heat. Heat


    that had me squirming on my knees.


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    “Is this about control again, Short Cake?” Psy.cho asked.


    I looked up at him at the same time as CG.


    “Control?” CG asked.


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    “She’s been trying to gain back control over… us, I guess,” Psy.cho answered him. “She hates


    that she likes it here so much,” he murmured as he cupped the side of my face. “Likes us so


    much.”


    “Is that true, Bly?” CG asked me. “You tryna gain some kinda control back because you hate


    how much you like it?”


    “I–I… shouldn’t,” I stuttered. “I shouldn’t ever like it.”


    I went through simr feelings with Sean. At first, before things got bad. I liked everything he


    was doing to me and hated myself for it. He helped me see that just because I was se.xually


    abused didn’t mean that I was broken. I could take control of that, of myself. I could learn


    what felt right, what felt good. It didn’t make me less of a person, or weak, or damaged to still


    like se.x after what I went through. It just meant that I was finallyfortable with myself


    and my partner.


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    help me, and I hate that it was him. I hate that he was the one that got me over my trauma,


    just to… do what he did to me. I hate that it was him. I hate that it was all a fu.cking lie.


    And I struggled with that for years after I found out the truth. I struggled to feel okay again. I


    never thought I’d ever have another good se.xual experience in my life. These four might have


    been pushing me into situations, but… I could fight harder, I could have said no more sternly, I


    could tell them to stop sleeping in my bed. I know that CG would listen to me at least.


    So, why don’t I fight more? Why do I like it so much? Why was it so easy for them to make me


    feel so… much?


    I can’t be hopeful. I refuse. Falling into their beds? Sure. It feels more right than anything else


    I’ve ever done. No matter how much I try to fight it. But falling for more than just se.x?


    Absolutely not.


    Psy.cho moved his hand to ce two fingers under my chin. Then he lifted my head up until my eyes met his. He was giving me a stern look, but it wasn’t his usual disdain for me. It was


    something different, something more fierce.


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    “Whatever happened to you in the past… it doesn’t define you, Blythe Lyra <i>Owens</i>.” He stated sternly. “Just because you had some awful experiences doesn’t mean <i>you </i>can’t have good ones. It’s all about howfortable you feel. I know you hate us right now, but we all grew up together, Shorty. You’refortable around us because we’re home. As for liking what <i>we </i>do… Well, maybe we’re just real good at it.” He finished with a sly smirk.


    I didn’t know what to say. His words were kind and rough and… made me feel… seen. It’s


    been a very long time since I’ve felt seen, noticed, cared about. A big part of me hates that Psy.cho is right, but… another part of me… a part that’s growing louder and <i>louder </i>each day that I spend here… is telling me that I have something wrong. I want to believe that part, but I


    know I couldn’t handle it if that part of me was wrong.


    So, I’m going to push it aside for now. Because I don’t want to think at all. I just want to feel. Just for a little while. Just for the night. I want to focus on feeling and not thinking.


    “It’s okay to befortable with us, Blythe,” CG said softly, adding his thoughts. “We would


    never hurt you and deep down you know that.”


    I looked at him and then to Psy.cho as I thought about what they said. It was simr to what Sean said, and that did help, but he turned out to be a big li.ar. These guys might be the same, but… I know not to get my hopes up. Would it really be okay to lose myself in these feelings because I know not to expect anything?


    “How about we call it a night, yeah?” Psy.cho suggested. “You can sleep here tonight with


    CG.”


    “And you’ll <i>go </i>sleep with Snapper?” I bit out, a bit surprised at my own tone.


    “No,” he replied with a raised brow. “I’m the VP, babe, look around. I can take the couch.”


    I did look around, but I focused more on his big bed.


    “We can all fit on the bed,” I argued, making CG snort.


    “Used to sleeping with two guys already, Shorty?” Psy.cho teased me.


    “I just think that after I swallow your cu.m you’re going to want to snuggle me all night,” I


    teased right back.


    The smug smile dropped from Psy.cho’s face.


    “Seriously still on this?” he asked.


    “I’m still down here, aren’t I?” I retorted.


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    “Short Cake, I-”


    “CG, go sit on the bed,” I said, cutting Psy.cho off.


    “You got it babe,” he replied happily before doing what I asked.


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    “No touching me at all, okay?” I told him. “I mean it. Not even if I get close to you. If you touch me without me saying it’s okay first, I won’t trust you even a little bit, and I’ll make


    Karma kick you out of my bed until I say otherwise.”


    “I got it, I got it,” CG said, smiling. “Hands to myself.”


    I smiled at him before looking up at Psy.cho.


    “Now,” I said. “Let go of my hands so I can get started.”