Chapter Twenty-Two

Colin “Yeah, she’s going to be fine,” I said to my brothers through a Facebook group call, outside the hospital. “They’ve just fucked her hair up. Fucking again.”

I heard both of my brothers swear and knew we had to do something. But we didn’t want to do too much, not until Celia knew about all of us. Not just Keith. We had a lot of explaining to do, I knew, which was why I hadn’t really wanted to play this game. Celia had changed my reluctance to eagerness, however, and now I didn’t want to let her go any more than Grant or Keith did.

“Listen, we’ll figure something out later, okay? Right now, I need to get her back home and cleaned up. You two stay out of sight, alright? What?” I paused as Grant made a noise of protest.

“It’s my turn, you dick!” he said and swore again. “But I know we can’t just switch up in the middle of this. Just get her home and we’ll stay out of the way.”

“Good. I’ll have her there as soon as she gets her release papers. I’ll have her in the shower for a while, I’m sure. She’s got that shit all over her. Those fuckwits. We can’t let this go, but now isn’t the time.”

“I’ll figure something out right after I jerk off, shall I?” Grant said petulantly but then changed tack. “Don’t let her cry too much, it makes her head hurt.”

“I know,” I said annoyed at the reminder. She was my girl too and yeah it might be weird, but she was ours and we shared information about her amongst ourselves.

“And tell her you’ll pick up the tab for anything she needs to have taken care of. She shouldn’t have to worry about money right now.” That came from Keith.

“I already have, dickhead.” He knew he’d annoyed me when I called him that, but I didn’t care right now. I just wanted to get back in there to Celia.

“Fine,” Keith shot back, “don’t keep her waiting now. Get off the damn phone.”

I hung up on the call and put my phone back in my pocket. I was supposed to be studying for an exam tomorrow, but I’d heard Celia scream and I’d been the first one out of the door. The other two had been too slow, now it was me that had her for the night. It had been Grant’s turn but I’d let him handle her tomorrow. Tonight was mine and I wasn’t going to give up an extra night with her.

“Let me get you home. Do you want some take out before we head back?” I asked as we left the hospital a little while later. Her hair had dried and it was an awful mess. Grant was already booking her into the salon in the morning and she wouldn’t have to live with this long. Not if we could help it.

“I guess a burger would be good. Or tacos. I don’t know.” She put her seat belt on and stared out of the windshield. “Maybe I should just go back home and go to the state school.”

“Why the hell do you think that?” I asked as I pulled the powerful car out of the parking lot and onto the road. “You have me, girl, we’ll get you through this. I know that car you saw and probably who was driving it too. They won’t get away with this.”

“You don’t happen to have a security camera, do you?” She asked, her sad blue eyes round and lost.

“I do, actually.” I’d forgotten about it, but I’d have one of the brothers go through it later.

“Good. That will be helpful. The hospital said I could file a police report, but hair dye isn’t necessarily toxic. It’s still an assault though. Or battery. Whichever one it is. I can never remember.”

“It’s okay, I know someone on the police force, I’ll have a chat with him when I can catch up with him.”

“That would be good,” she all but whispered, before she leaned her head against the window on her side and closed her eyes.

I drove through one of her favorite food places and got some food to go and then drove her home. I parked right in front of the house and held her hand as we walked inside. Her bag was still on the ground, a miracle in itself, and we carried that in with us.

“Listen, tomorrow, you’re going to get up and go to the salon where this will all be fixed,” I said as we dropped everything on the table in the kitchen. I took her into my arms and held her tight. “You’re beautiful no matter what, Celia. Please don’t let them get you down.”

“I’m not down,” she sniffled from somewhere under my head. Her nose was in my neck and her mouth was hot against my collarbone, but it wasn’t the time for sex or even fantasies about sex. It was time to comfort her. “I’m pissed, but also a little defeated. I really don’t get what her problem is? It’s like I knew that she wanted me out of the room. She has that. So, what now? What could I possibly have that she wants so damn badly?”

She pulled away, grabbed a handful of napkins from the table to dry her face off, and sat down in the chair. She pulled off her coat and put it on the back of the chair. She’d cleaned it off as well as she could, but she’d had to toss the hat and the scarf. Her clothes hadn’t been touched, and she sat down now, normal except for the odd, deep pink color of her hair around her face and in splotches around the side and back.

She looked cute to me, almost elfin, and I smiled as I shed my coat and sat down with her to eat. She pulled the food out of the bags and we talked while we ate.

“It’s you…” she muttered as she realized what Rachel could want.

I nodded, thinking that until now Celia hadn’t even asked how we got her number or how?

That was one thing that surprised me, the fact that she never wondered how we got it.

She didn’t wait for me to say anything as she blurted out, “I’m going to go to the campus police tomorrow.”

Her tacos were gone and she’d finished off the cup of iced tea she’d had. “I can’t let her get away with this again. Or them? She put them up to it, somehow. I just know it.”

I still wanted to be deep inside of her and when she smiled that incredible smile of hers, it was hard not to pull across her the table so that I could kiss her. Today was different, she’d been assaulted. Again. Tonight, I’d have to be easy with her, and make sure she felt safe. I wanted to let her know that I was there for her, not make her think I only wanted her to fuck her. I’d hold on to her tight, kiss her tears away and make her know that she was mine. Ours.

I took her into the bathroom and I scrubbed away as much of the dye from her skin as I could. She hadn’t been able to get it all off in the bathroom at the hospital, but now I took my time and made sure it was all gone. I dried her off after that and took her to her bedroom. I could see the exhaustion on her face, so I put some of her favorite music on her television and we curled up together in her bed. We never brought her to our rooms, we only came to hers, it kept life a little less complicated.

We’d been with her for two weeks now, and we’d almost been caught out a few times. One of us would come home early, or she would, and we’d have to scramble to get out of sight. It had also been hectic with our class schedule, not to be seen by her when she didn’t expect us. Luckily, most of my classes were on a different campus and Grant and Keith had become masters of disguise. It was still tiring, keeping track of who was where at all times, and when I slipped into the covers to cradle her close, my brain was just as tired. I wanted to beat somebody’s face in for what they’d done to her again but I wasn’t the type to hit girls. Never had been. I closed my eyes when she turned on her side away from me and let the world slip away.

***

The sun wasn’t entirely up yet. What had woken me up, I wondered. I closed my eyes, needing a little bit more sleep. Celia was beside me, I realized. She had her hand on my dick, even though she was asleep. Little minx, I thought with a smile and rolled over, the need to sleep forgotten.

“You awake?” I whispered in her ear as I rolled over to her, careful not to dislodge her hand. Rather than answer, she gripped me tighter and moved against me. That’s when I realized she was naked and I started to think she hadn’t been asleep at all.

“You most definitely are,” she replied and brought her head up to look at me. “You want me, Keith?”

She had to be fucking joking. My cock was hard in her hand and I couldn’t help the way I nudged into it when she stopped moving her tight grip over me.

Of course, I wanted her.  I couldn’t get enough of her or the lusciousness of her body.

I slowly pumped my hips into the sweet, firmness of her grip and imagined it was the silky wet heat between her legs. I’d roll her onto her back and fuck her properly in a minute, but the feel of her hand on me was something I didn’t want to give up yet.  

This Celia wasn’t broken. Not anymore.

Every time she touched me; it fixed her a little bit more. And when she breathed against my neck and told me how she wanted to make me come in her hand, I knew she had some of her power back. I was the more dominant brother with her and usually, I was always the one in control but every now and then she took her power back, took the power I gave her, and made herself stronger with it, as she did now.

I let her have that power, I let her take what she wanted because I knew it would ensure she didn’t cry in the night. It would take away her loneliness, her insecurities, and make her the woman she was meant to be.

She pumped me faster with her grip a little tighter, as she leaned over to lick a nipple. I didn’t know how good that felt until she did it to me. Now, I didn’t even try to stop her as her teeth nibbled at the tiny bud and my dick surged.

The harder my dick grew in her hand, the louder she moaned and the more I wanted to come on her, in her hand, like she’d demanded I do.

“That feels so good, Celia.”

“Then come for me, Keith,” she whispered.  “Come for me, and show me how much you want me...”

I started to lick at her neck, but then I turned her face to me.  I wanted her kiss. She sighed into my mouth as her hand worked me and I forgot that I wanted to kiss her, that I wanted her to bite my nipples. I gave her what she wanted and let my body take over for my brain. My hips surged against her as I started to climax.  My hands clutched her to me as I felt each hot shot leave my dick, and she watched every single surge with excitement.

“I guess I need to get ready for that appointment now, don’t I?” she asked with a smirk only seconds after the last shot left me. I couldn’t breathe. I was going to die, but I didn’t care. She’d taken everything out of me.

“Okay,” I said and waved my hand in the air. “Have fun.”

She laughed as she threw a robe on and leaned over to kiss me. “Don’t stay in bed too long. You’re going with me.”

“Oh!” Fuck, Grant was the one going with her. “Just, uh, let me run downstairs and get a shower while you get ready.”

I’d wanted to lie there and sleep until my class alarm went off, but I had to get out of her room. She pranced off to the bathroom, her pink hair a cloud around her face and I raced down the stairs. I went into Grant’s room, woke him, up, and then raced to my own room. I heard him go in the shower as I slid into my covers. It was his turn now. He’d better not fuck it up, either, I thought just before I sank into sleep again. I really think I might be falling in love. Something that I didn’t even think was possible was turning into a reality.