Before I turn the lights off, I check all of my locks again and go on the website to change my alarm code. I usually don’t lock the deadbolt, but I do tonight, on both doors. Not knowing for sure who was in my home makes me increasingly uncomfortable. So much so that I decide to take sleeping medicine. I know it’s a dumb idea but if I’m going to get murdered, at least I’ll be asleep when it happens.
I dress in my usual clothes before settling into the bed. I could read, but there is no way I’ll be able to focus. I end up just staring into the dark before the meditation forces me to sleep.
I am somewhere between a dream state and consciousness when immense pressure forces my eyes open, and I groan. It takes my eyes a second to focus and my mind to clear for me to realize that I am surrounded by the masked men, and they have their cocks buried in me. I am laying on my side and they have my leg pulled up and supported as they slowly fuck me, pushing as deep as my body allows.
“Fuck,” I choke out when they both slowly pull out only to slam back into me. They do this over and over, forcing grunts from me. “Please, tell me who you are.” They say nothing as they continue to bring our orgasm to the surface.
“I swear to God, I will burn your house down if you don’t admit it,” I threaten. Both of them chuckle but pull their masks off. I instantly relax when I see Logan’s face. “Thank you.”
He kisses me hard, and they quicken their pace, making me whimper and moan. I cling to him as they drag my orgasm out and fall with me. Our pleasures harmonize perfectly as everything finally peaks. When everything fades and they pull out of me, I relax into the mattress.
“When did you know it was us,” Logan asks, cupping my face.
“When I was talking to my alarm company,” I say, and he grins. “Seven times, Logan?”
“Your alarm couldn’t keep a fly out,” he laughs.
“Nice to know you’re aware that you’re both a pest,” I say and he laughs again.
“Why did you go along with it last night?” he asks.
“Because I knew it was y’all. I knew just because of you hating me that you would never actually hurt me,” I say. “Even though I fucked up your entire week.”
“You looked genuinely terrified this morning,” he says. “Why?”
“It’s… complicated,” I say.
“Well, we have time. Explain,” he says.
“Y’all were so nonchalant whenever you talked to me, so I doubted if it was you. If it wasn’t you two then I was afraid that it was my ex,” I explain. “I can accept you two breaking into my house and fucking me half to death, but I have a restraining order against him. He is the entire reason I moved here, and I thought in a bigger city, I would be safe from him. Doubting myself brought up a lot of anxiety but I thought I had packed away already.”
“He that bad?” Adam asks, kissing my shoulder.
“Did you see the scar on my belly?” I ask. Adam rolls me to my back as Logan turns on my lamp. I’ve got a gnarly circular scar right below my rib cage and they both run their fingers across it before looking at me. “He shot me.”
“When?”
“Uh. Four years ago,” I say. “I was in the hospital for a few weeks because there was so much damage from the bullet. I didn’t haveany family or friends because they were either dead or he isolated me from them. The nurses helped me make plans to move. At first, we were looking for me to just move across California, but I knew it wouldn’t be good enough. That’s when I decided to come to Atlanta. It was clear across the country, and it has a large enough population that I could blend in well. My doctor’s brother owns a massive construction company here and they needed an architect. We talked about my drawings, so he got me on a video chat with his brother. We set up a live so he could tell me something to draw, and I drew it for him. He offered me the position I have now and covered the cost of relocation. That allowed me to get here and to buy a house. I warned him that I was getting a restraining order, and that I was going to try to change my name, but I would try to minimize as much drama as I could. He basically told me that as long as my ex is out there he wants me to work from home and to minimize how often I have to come into the office. Coming into the office means I’m more likely to be spotted by the media since they are such a big company.”
“So, you’re just basically behind the scenes?” Adam asks.
“Yeah. Since he shot me, I have not heard a word from him. I attended court virtually, so I don’t actually know if he was there, but I was granted a ten-year restraining order. The address they have listed for the order is actually my boss's vacation home in Miami,” I explain.
“I’m sorry we scared you,” Logan says.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I would love an explanation on why you came here at all.”
“Well… originally, it was just supposed to scare you. But Adam got a bit carried away when he pinned you. We were waiting for the moment you said no, but you just kept wanting more.”
“How do you know I wanted more?” I ask.
“Ally… you pushed me inside of you all on your own, then told us not to stop. We were very aware of how consenting you were and are,” Adam says, and I giggle.
“Admittedly, I should have called the cops. When they said that the alarm code was put in seven times before it eventually went off and they were called, I knew it was you two trying to get me back for all of your visitors.”
“That was mean and possibly an over-exaggeration for us calling Katherine,” Logan laughs.
“That cunt woke me up and I had to mow my lawn practically before the birds even woke up,” I say.