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I glare at him, scratching the counter to stop myself from forcing him back inside of me. “We already had this conversation!”
He shakes his head while bringing that same finger to his mouth, his tongue lapping around the trunk as he sucks me off. “Nah, I need clarification.”
“Yes!” It isn’t a lie. If it’s not Keaton, it’s no one. I already know that. I’m too far deep to deny it, and I’m not stupid. I know how I feel about him and how my body and heart respond to him.
“Good.”
“Why!”
He leans down and curls his tongue around one nipple, and then the other, sending warmth straight to my core, before licking his way down to my pussy. Yanking my ass off the counter, he licks me once. “Because I haven’t turned off my switch, and I don’t want to hurt you.” He smirks up at me from below, and I fight myself to not roll my eyes. He is a dangerous man to everyone—everyone but me. It’s not romantic, it’s just the way it has always been. Before I can protest, he covers me with his mouth, and my hand flies to his hair to hold him in place. Licking circles around my clit, my chest rises and falls as I feel myself slowly building up that familiar euphoric tension that so famously explodes any time he’s around. Higher and higher, my heart rate skips beats as it tries to catch up with the build between my legs. Finally, he presses his tongue fully against my clit and forces it there as he moves his head up and down in a riding motion and I shatter all around him like a crack of lightning on a stormy night. My body jerks and shudders as the orgasm slowly subsides and he stands to his full height. His eyes search mine, dark against blue as he brings his finger to my cheek, running it down the same way a tear would drop. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I ask around my huffing breath.
The corner of his mouth turns upward, but his eyes remain the same. “I guess you’ll see.”
Wrapping his arm back around my body, he lifts me off the counter and carries me out into the bedroom. The curtains are spread open, giving the full moon just enough light to still see the outline of his sharp features that have been whetted with the blades of Greek gods. Dropping me onto the bed, he climbs over my body like a wolf would its prey until he’s directly over me and his swollen cock is pressing against my entrance. “We’re fucking until tomorrow night.”
“We are?” I ask, my lips curling behind my teeth. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” I realize the stupidity of my words after they leave my mouth.
His lips curve against mine when he dips down and takes my tongue between his teeth. “Fucking definitely.”
Past
I had my own fucking bike! Oh my God. Jumping on my brother, I squeezed him around the neck and forced my love into him like I had so many times before.
He chuckled against me. “Yeah, okay, chill.” Stepping back onto the ground, I rubbed my hand over the seat and wiggled my brows up at him. “Can we go for a ride together?”
“What, right now?” He swung his keys around his finger with a wide grin on his mouth. “I mean, I don’t see why not…”
In a loud howl of laughter, we both saddled up onto our bikes and I roared mine to life. I wanted to cry. And pee. But mainly cry because this bike was perfect. It had teal blue stickers where The Brothers kept all theirs black, but had their signature black base. I shoved my helmet over my head and pointed my fingers to the road before shooting forward and zipping past people passing through the valley and walkways that made up The Village. Excitement filled my chest so wide I could barely breathe as I shot through the clearing of the forest and bounced over the humps on the dirt path. I knew this path because I rode it before when I first stole Kyrin’s bike. Only this time, I knew exactly where I was going. I wanted to go down below because I had to see what that place was. It reminded me of a castle, like the one in Kiznitch, but more modern. I weaved and dodged fallen branches and trees, my laughter so loud I almost thought it could be heard over the loud two-stroke engines. When the hill came, I cut a right and took the path that went off road completely. I leaned up into a standing position and rode all the way down, hearing Kyrin right on my ass. He would know where I was going at this point, but he couldn’t stop me because it would be too dangerous. As soon as we leveled out, I hooked the handles to the right and my back tires kicked up in a cloud of dust as I tore off my helmet and placed it on my lap with a cheesy grin plastered on my face.
“Ah… maybe I am the better rider…”
Kyrin flung his helmet to the road and grabbed me around the arm, pulling me behind a tree out of sight. “How the fuck did you know about this place?”
I tried to pull myself out of his grip, but it was no use. Kyrin always had me with a concrete grip. “Because I saw it when I stole your bike.”
He squeezed his eyes closed as footsteps sounded out behind him. My eyes shot over his shoulder and widened when they landed on Keaton. He was older than me and my brother’s best friend, but I firmly believed he had a thing for me. I knew it. Or… I created it in my head. He and I just… it was different than the bond I had with the other Brothers. It was as though he spoke to me without speaking to me, and I felt him without touching him. It was the most unusual thing, but always filled my body with a sense of familiarity. Even if he was staring at me like I just killed his cat.
“What the fuck is she doing here?”
My smile fell instantly to a scowl. “Well, so nice to see you too.” Yeah, I’m almost certain it’s probably always in my head.
It wasn’t until he dropped what he was carrying in his hand to the dirt ground that I took notice of everything else. The blood covering his hands, and a single splatter that was over his cheek. Without thinking, I took a step toward him, fear replacing the grip Kyrin had on me. “Are you hurt?”
Kyrin shoved me back against the tree, glaring between us. Keaton stared off into the distance, never paying me any attention. Like he didn’t come to me at times and need me to comfort him. Like he hadn’t crawled into my room all our lives and talked to me like I was a real person and not someone who needed to be protected. It was almost always when he had blood on him, so I figured I’d never ask questions unless he told me, and I’d do whatever he needed at that time to distract him.
“Why—wait, do you know?”
Keaton finally snapped and glared at my brother. “Of course, she fucking doesn’t.” He stormed past us, and I listened until the door of the house slammed closed. When my eyes finally reopened, Kyrin was staring at me with a hardened expression. “You’re going home. Right now.”
“But what’s that place?” I asked while shoving my helmet over my head.
Ky kick-started his bike. “A place you will never see.”
My muscles ache as my arm stretches out, falling on a cold spot on the bed. Last night was the first time we drowned one of his episodes with sex. To this day, I’ve never asked what it is he does, or why he needs me after, but the blood is a giveaway. I know they kill people. They have to, but it’s the have to that has always kept me questioning with Keaton.
I’ve never seen any of The Brothers as messy as he is afterward, or often. So either they hide it well from me or there’s something else going on with him.
