Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story
Chapter 353: (NSFW) Not A Bad Thing At All

Chapter 353: (NSFW) Not A Bad Thing At All

"How could I not?" I asked, my hand still touching his silky smooth skin. I had never seen him actually shave, and yet, there wasn’t even a hit of stubble to be seen. "You are stunning."

"I wish," smiled Bin An Sha as he continued to stare at me. "I have scars."

"We all have scars," I murmured in reply. My hand took on a mind of its own and started to make a path from his temple to his jawing, down his neck until it was resting on his bare chest. "It is how we continue to live with our scars that matters the most."

I bit my tongue, wanting to ask a stupid question like... why he was naked... but I really didn’t want to bring his attention to his lack of a shirt, just in case he decided to throw one on.

Now, that would have been a crying shame.

My right hand continued to stroke his chest, wishing that I could be doing a bit more.

But I was shy, and it had been years since I last kissed someone... I didn’t know what to do without fear of him backing away.

As if sensing my thoughts, Bin An Sha raised his hand so that he was cupping my cheek, as well. "Anything you want, anything you need, as long as it is in my power to give it to you, consider it yours."

"Could you... kiss me?" I asked. I was ready to beg him to kiss me, but I didn’t need to. The second the words were out of my mouth, he pulled me to him, away from Rip, and brought his lips to mine.

If I was expecting a slow, tentative kiss, this was definitely not it. It was like he was trying to gain possession of me as his lips devoured mine, his tongue entering my mouth to tangle with my own. I melted into the kiss as my brain stopped worrying about anything, and I just surrendered myself to my man.

"Aren’t you always the one telling me that I have to share?" grunted Rip, his voice coarse from sleep.

I stiffened for a second, feeling guilty about being caught kissing another man, when I felt a second set of lips trailing up my back and to my shoulder.

I tried to fight back the moan, but it just wasn’t possible as the two men continued to shower me with affection. Bin An Sha was rough and demanding, wanting all of my attention on him at all times. It was like he was trying to mold my body into his as his hands started stroking the side of my body as he continued his kiss.

Rip, on the other hand, was the exact opposite but no less impactful. His kisses were feather-light, playing on the edges of my mind as he licked and nibbled at my back and throat. He explored my body as if he had all the time in the world to get to know it, and he did.

He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot just under my ear, and my entire body broke out into goosebumps.

"You know, she needs to breathe at some point," murmured Rip, never taking his attention away from what he was doing. His right hand slipped up under my shirt and between mine and Bin An Sha’s body.

The roughness of his hands against my skin was everything, and I no longer cared about my next breath. I just didn’t want them to stop.

"Breathing is overrated," I gasped as Bin An Sha leaned back just enough to give me some air. The two of them chuckled as the tips of Rip’s fingers trailed up and down my stomach.

I was almost at the point where I wanted to scream in frustration. Either he needed to go up a lot higher to my breasts and give them some attention, or he needed to go down lower and place his hand on the spot that was throbbing for attention.

Don’t get me wrong, I was well aware of what sex entailed, and I knew how babies were made. I wasn’t that innocent. But my expectations and my reality were completely different.

It was to the point that I was almost scared that this was going to be yet another vision, and I was going to wake up wet and needy.

Bin An Sha moved away enough to be able to pull up my shirt, and Rip adjusted me in his arms so that the other man could remove the fabric separating part of me from them.

And now, this was the moment that panic set in. I was wearing a sports bra. One of those ridiculous ones that, while getting on was hard, getting off was next to impossible.

There was no way I was going to be sexy at all as I tried to remove something that was so tight it might as well be a second layer of skin.

Bin An Sha studied my face for a second. "Is this one of your favorites?" he asked, his head cocked to the side.

"Not really," I shrugged. I didn’t have any clothes with me when I moved to City A after Camp Hell; this was just something I had found in one of the markets. And it was about two sizes too small.

"Perfect," he replied with a smile as he flipped open a knife he had gotten from underneath his pillow.

Three flicks of his wrist, and the bra fell to the mattress, leaving my breasts exposed.

He looked down at my nipple, pebbling in the colder air, and licked his lip. "Fuck, the dreams I have been having about these nipples," he groaned as he leaned forward and took one of them in his mouth. I arched my back against the hot sensation of his mouth on such a sensitive part of my skin.

"You dreamed about this?" I gasped as he reached his other hand up so that it was cradling my breast.

"Oh, Little Bird," murmured Rip as his hands dipped under my belly button. "If you don’t think that all of us have had more than a few nights fantasizing about your body, you are sadly mistaken."

"But I thought you weren’t interested; you never mentioned anything," I moaned, angling my hips so that his hand could go down just an inch more.

"That was simply because we were waiting for the go ahead from you. And now that we’ve got it... you aren’t going to be able to walk for a month," chuckled Bin An Sha as he transferred his attention to the other breast.

Huh, that didn’t sound like that bad of a thing at all.