Fixing the Past
Ian’s POV
Charlie had been here for over a month. We all adored her and Taylor’s whole personality finally came to light. She was funny and adorable. The two together truly made a beautiful couple. We all enjoyed adding Charlie to our sex sessions. She was fantastic and lots of fun. She knew how to work the sex toys in everyone’s favor and to their delight.
As I watched our group, I could see that the perfect mates were truly happy, Isla was growing quiet. I have known her for her entire life and know that she was getting depressed. She had had to take medicine for it in the past when her alternative methods didn’t work. I decided that I’d speak to her and then if I still wasn’t sure, I’d speak to Patrick about it.
I found her in the library with a book snuggled up near the window just staring out. I watched quietly for a while.
“When’s the last time that you heard from Rian?” She asked. “I can smell your cologne.”
“I was about to ask how you knew. I wasn’t reflecting in the window yet.” I laughed as I hugged her from behind and started massaging her shoulders. “Mmm, maybe six months. He came to my club on the anniversary of Colleen’s death. I’ve tried calling and texting, but he never returns them. What about you?”
“Last week. He sounded so down, it hurt my heart,” she said as she placed her hand on one of mine. She looked up at me, “I think you and I should go see him.”
“What about Rick?” I asked. Thinking this wasn’t a bad idea and that it might cheer her up.
“He can come if he wants. They’ve not spoken in a long time. Rian feels terrible for what happened and has tried apologizing but Rick blocked him.” Isla said sadly.
I stiffened at this information. Neither had told me this. I knew that they were both devastated about Colleen’s death and that of their unborn son. I kissed the top of Isla’s head and moved to sit with her on the oversized chair. She moved over letting me in and leaned against me.
“I thought that you were depressed and was coming to check in on you.” I admitted.
“I know. I’ve seen your growing concern. I’m okay, just worried. I just can’t stop thinking about Rian. I haven’t heard from him in a week and that’s just not like him.” She said playing with my hand. It engulfed her tiny one.
I kissed her temple. “How bad is the damage between Rick and Rian?” I asked, breathing in the fragrance of her hair. She smelled like honey and some flowers. I was getting distracted by it and the feel of her in my arms.
She sighed, “Rian blamed Rick for her death. Said that she wouldn’t have even been in the crowd at that time if he hadn’t been Rally racing. That Rick was reckless and irresponsible.”
“Well shit.” I said, twirling her hair around my finger.
“Patrick was going to stop the moment that she told him that she was pregnant. She begged him to keep going and he had no willpower with the requests made by that one,” she chuckled. “He was her puppy and loved to make her happy. He had asked her to stay home that day due to the weather. She had insisted on being there. It wasn’t even a bad corner to lose control in. The driver just didn’t know how to handle the car in the rain. Those five who died couldn’t have foreseen it happening and didn’t have time to react.” Isla remembered. “One minute, we were talking and laughing, the next I was screaming as the car hit her. I had tried to pull her out of the way but her hand was gone from mine before I knew what was happening.” Tears were streaming down her face at the memory.
“Hey, it’s not your fault Isla. Stop thinking that.” I said, pulling her chin to look at me.
She smiled through her tears. “I know that. I just miss her.” I kissed her. She moved to straddle me.
“Iz?” I asked as she took control of the kiss, deepening it.
“Shh.” She whispered.
I gave her control. She knew what she needed from me and for herself. I moaned as she slid her hand on my dick that was already hard from sitting next to her. She trailed kisses down my neck and pulled my shirt off tossing it to the side. She kissed down my chest and stomach. She stopped at my pants, unbuttoning them slowly and slid them off. She climbed back up to straddle me grinding her pussy on my dick. My boxers were getting soaked. She kissed me and bit my lip, plunging her tongue into my mouth. She trailed her kisses down my body again and pulled my boxers off. Her mouth wrapped around my dick, and I grabbed her hair. She licked and flicked the tip. She plunged it deep into her mouth hitting the back of her throat sucking and using a bit of teeth. She stroked my dick while she bobbed her head and massaged my balls. My breaths started becoming ragged and heavy as the climax was building. “Oh. Damn. Iz. Yeah.” I moaned as she continued bobbing. Then she stopped not allowing me to release. She sexily climbed back up and placed my dick at her entrance. I gave it a hard thrust knowing that’s what she wanted. Her mouth on mine, I untied her dress and pushed it off of her shoulders revealing her perfectly round breasts and manicured body. She was a piece of art that I could stare at all day if she let me. She controlled my mouth with her tongue as she bounced up and down moving my dick in and out. She pulled back and I put my mouth on her breasts. I licked, kissed, and sucked on them. Then I sucked her nipple into my mouth after playing with it and thrust deep and hard. She moaned.
“Again,” she commanded. I took the other one into my mouth and sucked on it thrusting. “Mmm. More. Ian. More.” She moaned. I quickened my pace, pulling her closer, and thrusting deep and hard. Her moans filled the library. She rocked and started grinding on my dick as I kept pushing it hard into her. Her moans grew louder. She pulled my hand from her back and stuck my finger into her mouth. She moved that hand to her ass and shoved that wet finger in causing her to gasp and buck. Then she started pushing, faster, and harder. Grinding my dick and pulling me to her chest where I played with her breasts and nipples with my mouth. “Oh. Damn. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Ooooh.” Her moans made me thrust more. I was going to cum and I knew it, but I wanted her to hit a big one. She had a bunch of little ones but needed the big one. I knew how to get it. I moved my other hand to her clit and rubbed it. She started shaking as she went faster. “More.” I pinched it gently and she squeaked. “Yes, fuck yes.” Then I clamped down hard on her nipple causing her to gasp and topple over the edge. I continued stimulating during her climax chasing the second one and then a third. Iz was in heaven and didn’t want to stop. My release came as she clenched tighter. I couldn’t stop it and she milked me as she orgasmed again. She moved to kiss me, still bouncing, and grinding. “Please, don’t stop.” She moaned into my mouth. I continued, rallying, and thrusting harder now. “Harder.” She moaned. I followed her command. She arched her back and rocked back. I leaned her back and grabbed her throat, squeezing lightly. She moaned. I grabbed her hair with my other hand and crushed my lips on hers. “Ah. Ah. Ah.” She came over the edge. Shivering and shaking as the pleasure rolled over her. I slowed my pace and she collapsed against me. “Damn, Ian. I loved fucking you before the bond. Now that you’ve got my tattoo, it’s even better. Fuck.” She panted.
I kissed her deeply. “It is even better. But I’ve always loved fucking you even before the bond and mates. I would have married you if you had let me.”
“I know. I wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment then and my heart belonged to someone else. It always has.” She whispered.
“I know that Rick is great and all, but he never deserved that kind of love.” I spoke.
“You’ve got it all wrong. He was the mouse, and I was the cat. That’s all,” she said. “I was the only girl, and you were all infatuated with my beauty yet treated me like a sister. After you and I had sex, Rick freaked. Told me how dare we break the pact that I never agreed to. I then slept with Shane a few years later during a drunken mistake. That was a big one. I went to Rian because I knew Patrick would flip out and I wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Rian lost it on me. We never crossed the line of friendship, but Rian has always had my heart. After Colleen died and I blamed myself, he was the one to pull me out. We did eventually sleep together, but he said it was a mistake and done out of grief. I was faced with a new kind of grief. The man that I loved didn’t love me the same way. I never let him know and remained friends. But it killed me.” She admitted with tears.
“Iz, I know. He told me. He also told me that he never wanted to hurt you. That you’re special.” I could see her pain and wanted to fix it.
“He told me that too.” She said, looking into my eyes. She started moving again.
“Iz?” I questioned and she shook her head.
“I need to not feel sad right now. Fuck my sadness away, Ian.” She begged me.
For the next hour, I did my best to help her not feel anything, but the bliss created by sex. Zoe joined us and Isla relaxed. When we stopped, exhausted and tired, we cuddled on the oversized chair.
Zoe kissed the top of Isla’s head and said, “do you feel better?”
Isla grabbed her arm and nodded, “thank you.”
“Of course, Ian and I have you. We will go with you to see Rian. I’m glad that you finally told Ian so that he can help too. I felt helpless as I don’t know this person,” she admitted while stroking Isla’s hair. Isla nodded. I could see the tears and wrapped both into my arms.
“Let it go, Isla. You’ve been strong for too long.” I said quietly. She nodded and sobbed quietly in our arms. Zoe looked at me and I kissed her over the top of Isla’s head.
“I love you, both. Thank you,” Isla whispered between tears.
“Of course, honey.” I held her close until she stopped.
She moved and looked at Zoe. “Thank you.” Zoe kissed her deeply and wiped her tears.
“You’re my girl. I got you boo,” Zoe said before kissing her again. “Let’s go shower and get some food. Then we will plan the trip to Dublin to see Rian.”