Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (15 page)

There is no feeling in this world quite like holding my precious little girl in my arms. God, I have missed her so much, every little thing about her. Even when she cries, screaming at the top of her lungs, nothing soothing her, I still miss her. I hold her to my chest, clinging to her as though I will never see her again. Her little head presses securely to my chest, my lips on top of her mop of hair, little blonde curls becoming sodden from my falling tears.

I watch through my lashes at Leighton and our friends, as they talk, clearly about my mental stability. Yes, I have in fact, had a mother fucking huge breakdown. After Leighton and I had made love that day, in the tiny metal framed, hospital bed, rekindling and reforming our relationship, I had proceeded to tell him about the past months of my life until that day. I told him how bad things had gotten, how every bad thing that has ever happened to me somehow weaselled its way back into my life all at once; the overload of my guilt, shame and total disgust at my used and abused body, causing a rush of memories I really didn’t want to remember.

For the first eight nights following that day, I woke in fits of screams the feeling of my father’s hands across my mouth, sealing it tight as he thrust inside of my tiny body. I can remember the excruciating feeling, the smell of his breath and venomous look in his eyes. I can see how much he hates me. I can hear his grunts and Melissa’s screams as they tear from her throat.

The next week following that, I had reoccurring nightmares, every time I closed my eyes. Phillip Blackman in my home, tying me to a chair, slicing and dicing my skin, a horrible image of his blood soaked hands removing my child from within my stomach. I awake sweating, crying and begging him to stop.

By this point, they had already committed me, and deep down inside the empty shell that I was, I knew it was the best thing Leighton could have ever done for me. I hated him at the time, loathed him for refusing me my child and I wanted to hurt him physically when he had near dragged me into my temporary home at the psych unit.

My withdrawal from the tranquilisers my body had come to need like the air was horrific, absolutely degrading, vile, inhuman and disturbing to be quite honest. My body ached like a motherfucker, my head was spinning and throbbing like someone was banging it against a wall, all at once. My limbs felt detached from me, numb the majority of the time. My stomach constricted and relaxed over and over, resulting in horrendous bouts of diarrhoea and sickness, then the next minute severe stomach pain, similar to labour. In fact, I would take labour over that feeling any day. At least at the end of it, I was gifted my beautiful daughter. I suppose in a way, my withdrawal was gifting me the same thing, the chance for a new start, a chance to make up for the hurt and pain I seem to take everywhere with me.

I gently shake my head, desperately trying to remember what the therapist had told me. “Do not dwell on the past, Abigail, it cannot be changed. You have chosen this path, but you have the option to bend it to your will. Focus on the future, on what is in front of you, and then the rest will fall into insignificance.”

My ears and eyes tune into the laughs and smiling around me, even Melissa, all of three months old is smiling and attempting pathetic adorable giggles. I am thankful to God every day that Leighton has given me another chance to redeem myself. I will make it right again. He has told me repeatedly, he is over what has happened, that he is more focused on his family now, and living life the way we should. He reassures me there is no threat anymore and we are now able to live as a family, risk free.

I walk over to my friends and soul mate, Melissa now cradled in my arms, drifting off. Leighton wraps one of his arms around my waist, pulling me to his side. My head instinctively falls into his shoulder, comforted by the firmness of his muscle and the musky scent that lingers there. “Hey baby, you really missed her, huh?” Leighton asks me as he kisses my forehead and looks down at our little girl.

“I really did, so much.” I kiss her soft curls once again and then worm my way into the conversation filtering around me.

I don't miss the arousal infused glares Antonio is throwing my way, his dark eyes fucking me. They travel the length of my body, up and down repeatedly, his tongue occasionally wetting his dry lips. His hand is in front of his groin concealing the rock hard erection I know he is sporting. The slight clearing of his throat ever
y so often has my knickers wet instantly. I love that I drive him as crazy as he drives me. It has been months since our little foursome, months since Leighton agreed to let me fuck Antonio, and months that the orgasm with his name on has been trying to claw its way out. Sure Leighton is a good fuck, scrap that he is phenomenal. The dominant thing is a total turn on for me and I am looking forward to venturing into this a little more with him, but Antonio, dear god the man is an Adonis. A giant of a human, with huge muscles, a dick that, even thinking of it, has me wanting to mount him and ride it deep and hard.

“Leighton, she is doing it again.” Antonio alerts everyone, his deep erotic voice plaguing my entire being with shivers, causing a great wetness to pool in my pussy, more than before. I am practically gushing for the man.

Leighton looks to me, his eyes staring into my own. It will be evident there, that my arousal is through the roof. His lips lift in a delicious smirk. The hand he has around my waist slips down a little, resting against my backside, clasping the rounded cheek. A single, long finger rubs between my cheeks, the tip brushing gently and ever so slightly, against my wet pussy.

I let out a groan, loud enough for the three of them to hear. I haven’t had any sexual contact, except for kissing, for a month now and my vagina feels as though it may have re-flowered itself, I’m sure I am as tight as a nun.

“God, you are hot and wet, Abigail. Is it because you are perving over Antonio again?” I ignore him, my eyes once again finding the man in question just at the mention of his name.

He removes his gliding fingers and squeezes my arse cheek, hard, a biting pain rushing through me causing me to yelp. “I said, are you looking at Antonio again, Abigail?”

“Ye...Yes, I was, Leighton.” I look to the floor; the pink of my cheeks is most definitely spreading across the entire surface of my body as I feel like a scorned child, his tone somewhat scary.

He lifts his hand a little, smacking my right cheek slightly. “Did I give you permission to eye fuck my best friend, Abigail? Did you ask if you could, in fact, gawp at him like a zoo animal?”

Is he being serious? I have no idea for sure. I'm not used to this extremity in regard to his dominance and therefore have no clue how to react. Since his declaration, I have thought long and hard about what he wants from me. I know I will do it, there is no doubt about it, I will do anything to make him happy, but that isn’t to say the thought doesn’t scare the shit out of me.

“No, Leighton, you didn’t say I could. I'm sorry I didn’t ask you.” I remember he had said I could be with Antonio, but only at his say so. So I guess, eye raping the man, has the same rules? Fuck if I know.

“Fuck, man, she is a bloody natural,” I hear Antonio tell Leighton, my eyes still fixated to the floor, almost ashamed at myself for not thinking before I let my stupid horny brain take over my rational thoughts.

Leighton moves his hand back to my waist and pulls me to him, his lips reaching my hair and placing feathered kisses to the crown. I look up to him when his soft lips move, his smile is intoxicating, causing my own to spread across my face. I know now, that he is only mucking around, he isn’t actually upset with my perverted mind.

“She’ll be perfect in no time at all. I have a lot of faith in her; I should have seen it in her to start with.” I smile to him, the expressions of his pride and faith in me, warm my insides up, melting my fluttering stomach.

My sleeping baby stirs in my arms a little, as I readjust her to stop the numb feeling in my shoulder. “Do you want me to put her to bed sweetie?” Debbie asks me, her face just as beautiful as it always has been. She has a radiant glow to her, almost heavenly.

“I’ll come with you babe, I want to change her into her sleep clothes and settle her down.” I lean up into Leighton’s hold, kissing his lips lightly. “I’ll be down soon, baby.”

“Take your time, darling. I'm not going anywhere.” I walk through the lounge, Debbie in tow.

I place Melissa on her changing table, now getting too small for her, and remove her day clothes. The cute little jeans and knitted jumper she is wearing, discarded into the dirty-clothes basket and her stinky nappy changed for a fresh clean one. I lean down and place kisses upon her bare tummy, the gorgeous baby smell infiltrating my nostrils. God, I have missed this, being a mum.

“She has been such a good girl, Abbi. But she has missed you, a lot.” Debbie is standing beside me as I slip Melissa’s arm through her onesie, buttoning up the little poppers on the front.

“I missed her too, I felt incomplete without her, but I know I needed to get better before I was her mum again. She didn’t need a part of me, she needed all of me.” She is sound asleep by the time I reach her cot, lying her down amongst the blanket and wrapping it around her to keep her warm.

“It’s good to have you back, sweetie, it’s not been the same around here without you. Leighton has definitely not been the same. Seeing him today, with the smile on his face as he watched you with Melissa, it was so heart-warming. That man loves you a damn lot, Abigail.” She hugs me from the side, kissing my cheek.

“I know, and I love him infinitely.” I kiss my fingers and then place them upon my baby’s head. “Cool, let’s leave her to sleep. I need something to eat, and I don't mean food. Fuck it’s been far too long.” I sigh and try to control the hunger inside of me.

“You’re definitely back to your old self, you sex-crazed mamma. I'm sure Leighton’s just as hungry sweetie.” God, I hope so, because I plan to ruin him soon.

We walk the length of the corridor and the stairs. Arriving back in the lounge, both men are seated on opposite sofas, gleaming hungrily at one another. I stand and admire the two together. Debbie and I are two of the luckiest girls alive; these men are heavenly, sexy, rough and raw to the bone.

“Hey sexy lady,” Leighton taps his lap to signal for me. I stride towards him and practically jump into the space. “She asleep?” he asks me, sipping what I can only assume is scotch.

“Yup, sound asleep.” I nuzzle into his neck, my lips finding their own way, and begin to kiss from behind his ear to the dip of his throat. I'm not wasting any time kicking things off, I don't need to catch up on anything just yet, I just want to calm this need inside of me.

“Abigail,” he warns me as I start slowly unbuttoning
each little disc one at a time, my lips kissing the appearing skin as I go. I slide across his lap and straddle him for better access. “Abbi.” He warns me again, but my pussy is far too hungry to listen to him, it needs feeding.

I slide completely from his lap to kneel on the floor in front of him. His shirt is completely undone, spread apart so his glorious body is on show. His chest is covered in beautiful blank ink, his dark nipples puckered in the fresh air, his abs ripped and begging for my tongue. I obey their command and lean forward, swiping up the valley between his six-pack, his skin is slightly salty, mixed with a spice. The taste causes a surge of arousal to ripple into my stomach.

I kiss to his waistband, licking the length of his stomach above the band. Leighton hisses, drawing a sharp breath between his teeth. His dick is already as hard as iron, tenting the constricting denim. “Abbi,” this time it is more of pleading than a warning.

I look up to him through my long lashes, my fingers expertly unbuttoning his jeans as I continue to kiss and torment his burning skin. I speak to him through my eyes, begging him to fuck my mouth and pussy good and hard.

His teeth bite feverishly into his bottom lip, the slightest moans escaping. I can see him trying his hardest to stop himself from grabbing my hair and thrusting himself to the back of my throat. Not that I would have complained, hell I’d beg for it if that’s what would get me a sore cunt by bedtime.

I slowly pull down his zipper, the teeth clinking out of place one at a time, tantalisingly slow. I can see his clenched jaw as he keeps himself tame. “What’s the matter baby, you want me to stop?” I tease him as I reach inside the denim casing and pull his erection free. It is heavy and hot in my palm as I encircle it with my small dainty hand, that doesn’t completely surround his girth.

“Fuck.” Leighton clenches his fists, almost sitting on them to stop them from coming for me.

“Is it too much for you baby? Should I stop doing this?” I drag my fist up and down his length, the foreskin gliding with me, revealing his glistening head. The pre-come summons me and I lean forward and lick the little pool away.

“Abigail, baby, please.” Aha, there we go. That is all the permission I require. I surround his dick with my wet mouth, plunging him deep within the confinements. I need to feel him; I need him to possess me entirely, claiming me as his once again.

“Oh God, Angel, deeper, you know how to do it Pet.” Why does that turn me on more? Him calling me ‘Pet’ should piss me off but the name has me reaching between my thighs with my free hand and rubbing vigorously at my clit, over my trousers.

“Hand away, sweetheart, you didn’t ask. You can cum when I say so. Now, you will learn, Abigail, take me deeper.” His hands fist in my hair tightly, a slight pain forming on my scalp as he pulls so hard that a few hairs try desperately to remove themselves.

“Jesus, Leighton, she has the most perfect fucking mouth. Can you handle two, mate?” Antonio’s voice permeates the air, stabbing through my body and causing a tightening in my womb.

“Oh fuck yes. Angel, can she?” I look up to him to see what he is referring to; Debbie is standing beside me glaring down at my man’s dick, her eyes full of hunger. I smile around the cock lodged deep inside my throat, nodding my answer to him.