by Kasey Krane
Maybe I had misjudged Ghost. Misjudged everyone else in the MC. Maybe Sophie was right, and I was just trying too hard to please everyone when all I had to really do was be myself.
But that wasn’t what was really bothering me anymore.
“So, he told you what Drax did? What happened with Crash?” I asked.
Sophie nodded as she sipped her beer too.
“Do you know more?”
“You think the guys tell me what goes on around here? I’m just the barmaid with the big tits,” she replied with a snarly voice and rolled her eyes. My eyes softened a little at that. I was so caught up in myself and my problems that I didn’t even think about what other people might have been feeling. Did anyone ever ask Sophie how she was?
I sat down beside her.
“You can talk to me if you need someone to just listen, Sophie,” I said in a quiet voice. She looked at me and for a moment, I thought she was going to blurt something about herself, but then she blinked and smiled wide.
“I’m fine, hon. But thanks for the offer. You have much bigger problems to deal with right now than me.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“I’m waiting for Drax to wake up and tell me more, but I don’t even know if he’ll be willing to talk to me about it. What happened to Crash? Where is he now? I feel so lost.”
Sophie was nodding along like she understood. Then she reached for my hand and gave it a tight squeeze.
“All I can say right now is that you’ve got to trust Drax.”
“I do trust him. I know whatever decision he’s made is for the best. Best for the MC and…and best for me.” As I spoke, I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I couldn’t just pretend that I didn’t care what happened to my brother. I was trying to be strong. Trying to keep calm, but I needed to know where he was right now and if he was okay.
Even just for the sake of closure.
Sophie squeezed my hand tighter.
“I’m sorry, hon, that I can’t tell you more.”
I shook my head.
“You’ve done enough already, Sophie. You’ve been a good friend to me in these unexpectedly harsh times. When I’ve needed a friend the most. I will always be grateful to you for that.”
She came closer and put her arms around me.
“Then take a friend’s advice and trust your man. Go to him now. Stay with him. Drax won’t admit it but he’s probably in pain.”
I nodded. I knew she was right. What was I doing here? I should have been up there with him. Beside him. What if he needed me?
“I’m sure he’ll tell you everything when he’s ready. When the time is right.”
“He spared my brother for me.”
She nodded. “Yes he did, and that is a big deal. The MC always comes first for them, but he put you first.”
I sniffled and rubbed my nose and nodded.
“You’re right. I need to go to him. I should be there when he wakes up. Whatever’s happened to Crash…I should trust Drax.”
I pulled away gently from Sophie and stood up. She stood up too. I emptied the beer down my throat and gave her back my can.
“Thanks for everything tonight, Sophie. I really needed this.”
“It’s no problem. These guys should be paying me for being the in-house therapist around here,” she said with a smirk. There was definitely a lot of truth to that.
I could feel her eyes on me, watching me as I walked out of the room. In the dark hallway, I stood for a moment, gathering myself. I tried to push out all my thoughts about Crash. Tonight, I wanted to focus on Drax and helping him recover from his injuries and wounds. There would be enough time later to find out what had happened with my brother.
I climbed up the stairs and went to Drax’s door. Slowly, I pushed it open and for a moment, thought he might be awake inside. But the room was dark. Quiet. I could hear his deep breathing as he slept. I could see his form in the bed, illuminated by the moonlight filtering in through the window.
I was relieved. Even though I wanted answers, a part of me wasn’t ready to ask him the questions.
19
Drax
I blinked my eyes open and sat up in bed with a jolt. I must have been dreaming because it felt like I was back in that room. Crash’s office. This time, he was the one holding the gun. I was on the floor, staring up at him. Daring him to pull the trigger, and he had a big smile on his face. He was going to do it. He was going to pull the trigger and blow my face off.
There was a film of sweat on my forehead.
It was still dark, still night. When I looked over to the side, I saw Mary-Beth lying in bed beside me. She looked angelic in the moonlight falling on her face. Her hair was spread out neatly on her pillow.
The scene took me back to nights from a year ago. I used to wake up in the middle of the night and stare at her sleeping. She always looked so beautiful, so peaceful when she slept. It didn’t matter how much we’d been fighting in the day, what words were said between us. At night, while she was asleep, I would stare at her and be reminded of my feelings for this woman.
It was always Mary-Beth. It would always be just her. No other woman would ever be good enough. And now I had her brother in the holding cell in our basement and she didn’t know about it.
I got out of bed and immediately felt the pinching pain on my side. It was sore. I was sleeping shirtless and when I looked down, I could see how swollen that spot looked. I could see the stitches on my skin and the bruise around the gunshot wound. I shook my head, trying to steady myself again.
I stood up and walked over to the bathroom. Mary-Beth had cleaned up after my bath; there were no towels or clothes lying on the floor, strewn everywhere. It was funny how different my life looked now that she was back in it. I could see the subtle changes she brought with her.
In the mirror, I stared at myself. I had a stubble that made my face look darker. There were dark circles under my eyes too. Even though I’d just woken up, I looked like I hadn’t slept in a week.
I splashed my face with water and grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands. I couldn’t get the dream out of my head.
What would Crash have done if I’d been the one lying on the floor with his gun pointed to my head? Eagle had shot me already. They didn’t give a shit about sparing me. They wanted me dead. They wanted to reduce my MC to rubble. I should have killed Crash when I had the chance. What was the rest of my MC going to say? What did they think of my decision?
“Drax?” It was Mary-Beth. I looked up at the mirror and saw her reflection. She was standing at the bathroom door in nothing but her lingerie. “Are you okay?” she asked.
I turned to her and as I did, noticed the way her gaze drifted to my wound.
“I’m fine, MB,” I replied.
She met my eyes again and the smile on her face was soft, like she didn’t believe me.
“Are you in pain?” she asked and took a few steps toward me. Now I was the one who couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was sexy and curvy, her breasts large in that skimpy bra she was wearing. I wanted to feel the softness of her thighs. The wetness of her pussy.
“No. I’m fine. I’m not in pain,” I said.
“How can that be possible, Drax? You don’t have to hide your pain from me. Please. You can tell me.”
She came up to me, looking up at me with her heart-shaped face and her big blue eyes. I had another flashing image of Crash. The crazed bloodshot look in his eyes. The way he was calling out for Eagle. There was something wrong. Something not right.
I didn’t want to tell Mary-Beth. I didn’t want to alarm her. Besides, I hadn’t decided if it would be the right move to reveal to her where her brother was.
“Drax, are you listening to me? You can tell me if you’re in pain. We can do something about it. You need to get back in bed and lie down.”
I reached for her and placed my hands on her hips. She wasn’t smiling. She was worried. Something was on her mind.
She kissed my lips fleetingly but then pulled away from me again.
“He gave me something. The doctor. Painkillers. All you have to do is take one and go to sleep. You’ll feel much better in the morning.”
I glared at her with rising fury.
“I don’t need drugs.”
“But you can’t sleep, Drax.”
“I can sleep fuckin’ fine!” I growled and strode past her back to the bedroom. I knew she was following me.
“Drax. Come on. Please, you have to be careful with those stitches. Be gentle to yourself. Just for a few days. You need to give your body some time to heal.”
I returned to the bed and sat down on the edge.
“I can sleep just fine without the pills. I woke up to have a drink of water.” I looked at her and Mary-Beth had her brows crossed with worry. I patted the spot in bed beside me. Slowly, she came toward me and sat down too. Her body was so soft and warm beside me. “You are exactly what I need. Not drugs. No medication.”
“Okay, whatever you want to do, Drax,” she replied and then placed her hand on my knee.
“I want to fuck you,” I replied, and she stared at me with her mouth parted for a moment. Then she gulped and stood up.
“I don’t know if that would be wise right now, Drax,” she said. Then she hooked her hands on her hips and arched her brows up.
“Are you telling me that I can’t fuck you whenever I want?” My eyes were narrowed. Just talking about it made my cock throb. I wanted her right now.
She blushed. Maybe she was going to smile. That was all I wanted—to see her smile.
“I am yours, Drax. You can fuck me whenever you want.”
Her voice quivered a little. Then she gulped and glanced away from me. “But right now…you’re in pain. Your stitches…”
“Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you,” I groaned. She looked at my crotch. She could see it tenting. My cock throbbed, grew hard and stiff. If I didn’t grab her now and pull her to myself, I felt like I would explode.
“I just want what is best for you, Drax,” she said.
“Then get down on your knees,” I replied.
She gulped again. I could see her eyes growing wider. Was she getting wet too? She took a moment to follow my command. But then she got down on her knees in front of me. I clenched my jaws tight. She was the sexiest thing.
“Take off your bra and panties,” I continued. She didn’t take her eyes off me while she stripped.
Mary-Beth was naked now, her body glimmering in the moonlight. Her mouth parted that way was the sexiest.
“Touch yourself. Your nipples. Your pussy. I want to hear you moan,” I continued.
She was going to do exactly as I said.
Her fingers moved over her own breasts and then traveled down the front of her belly till she was stroking her pussy. I could see the slickness of her juices on her fingers. She was wet for me. But the expression on her face still looked like she was worried.
I stood up and went to her. Bending forward, I grabbed her by the back of her head, forcing her to look up at me and meet my eyes.
“I want you to focus. Forget about every shitty little thought that enters your head. Focus on me. On my cock and your pussy.” I was staring deep into her eyes and she stared right back at me. “I am going to devour you.”
Her breasts heaved. She could see how much I wanted her. With my hand on her chest, I pushed her back. She fell on the carpeted floor, her legs parted. Her pussy wet. Her nipples were firm and erect. I stood over her, watching her for several long, teasing moments. She was staring into my eyes. Gazing all over my body.
“Open your mouth,” I groaned deeply. She followed my command, staring up at me with those enormous blue eyes. Her open mouth was an invitation to my cock, and I pushed down my pants and thrust into her.
I growled like a wild animal. This felt good. This was exactly what I needed. I wouldn’t need any painkillers or medication after this. Mary-Beth’s soft, warm mouth was all I needed.
She sucked slowly, rhythmically. I barely had to move. She did all the moving. Her little head bobbed up and down as she tasted and sucked and licked. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of coming. How did she always manage to do this to me, within seconds?
I started pumping harder into her. Thrusting in and out, pushing myself deep to the back of her throat. I knew I’d come so I pulled out. Her lips looked swollen. She was staring up at me, questioningly.
“Not so fast,” I said as a warning and then grabbed her by the back of the neck. I pulled her up and she gasped. I pushed into her and kissed her. I took her breath away. Whatever was on her mind was gone now. She was all mine. Every inch of her. My tongue dove deep down her throat and my hands were all over her body. Her nipples, her ass, her thighs and pussy.
Then I lifted her up by the waist. She threw her legs around me and wrapped herself to me. Our minds were in sync. As usual. We both knew we wanted the same thing. Her pussy was warm and moist against the base of my stomach. Dangerously close to my cock.
She was looking into my eyes. Studying me.
“There is nothing else I need except you, MB,” I said in a low voice. She watched me speak. Her eyes were heavy and hooded.
“Take me then,” she whispered. I pushed my hand between our bodies and grabbed my cock. Just one more moment and my cock was inside her. I thrust in and she sighed. Keeping her arms wrapped around me, she threw back her head.
Her shining golden hair was swinging behind her as I started thrusting into her, hard. She bounced in my arms and moaned. I was deep in there, could feel every inch of her. When she groaned, I groaned.
Our bodies slid and slammed together till she called out my name at that typical pitch. When she screamed my name like that, I knew what was going to happen. She was going to come.
The harder she bounced in my arms, the closer she came to coming and finally we both exploded together. I was inside her, my cum filling deep inside her and she was coming too. Our breaths were ragged. She was saying my name, but it sounded all distorted now. I emptied myself into her and finally, her body started to relax too.
“Oh, my God, Drax! Your stitches!” she cried suddenly and started wriggling out of my arms.
“No, good, thank God! It looks okay,” she finally said. Mary-Beth had been peering at my wound and the stitches for a good five minutes. She examined it closely, shone her phone’s torch to it so she could be doubly sure, and now finally she had decided nothing was wrong. “I got a fright when I remembered!”
“I feel fine, MB,” I said and stood up from the chair. I went to the bathroom and she didn’t follow me. A couple of minutes later, I was out and saw that she was wearing my shirt.
The sky outside the window was starting to lighten up. It was going to be morning soon and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that yet. All I wanted to do was stay locked in here in this room with her. With no responsibilities or secrets. With no decisions to make.
“Did I say you could put your clothes back on?” I asked, trying to make it sound serious. She gave me a weak smile and then shook her head.
“You should get some sleep, Drax.”
“I have and I will, but right now I want to stare at your beautiful body.”
Mary-Beth blushed and walked over to the bed. I watched her slide in, slip her delicious smooth legs under the covers.
“Come here and lie down with me.”
I couldn’t resist an offer like that, so I went over. I knew if I lay down beside her and felt her body, I would want her again. It was like I would never be satisfied with her. I would always want more and more of her.
I got in under the covers beside her and threw an arm over her shoulder. Mary-Beth snuggled into me and drew soft circles with her fingers on my chest.
“Drax, I want to say someth
ing…no, I want to ask you something, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
Shit. She was going to ask me about her brother. I should have seen this coming. In fact, how long were we going to keep avoiding this anyway? I said nothing but just stared ahead at the wall across from us. I could feel her eyes on me.
“Drax, I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you. Even when we broke up, I knew I couldn’t stop loving you. I guess what I’m trying to ask is…is if you…do you feel the same way?”
I had to look at her. I couldn’t not.
This was her big question?
She didn’t look away. She stared straight into my eyes. Waiting and hoping for a response. What did she think? That I would refuse to answer that question?
“I fuckin’ love you, Mary-Beth Sullivan!” I growled and pulled her up toward me so I could kiss her all over again. And even while I kissed her, I knew she was smiling.
It was still too early, and I told her she didn’t have to, but Mary-Beth insisted that she wanted to go make me something to eat.
“I’m sure there’s something in the kitchen I can whip up. How about a grilled cheese?” she suggested at the door. Now she’d been gone for close to twenty minutes and I was sitting back in bed waiting for her to return.
The truth was, I still didn’t feel up to scratch. My stitches were sore, and I felt a complete lack of energy. The only thing that kept my mind off the pain and exhaustion was Mary-Beth. More specifically, fucking Mary-Beth.
But every time I thought of her now, I was reminded of the fact that I hadn’t told her about Crash yet. We hadn’t discussed the raid on Teasers or any of the details. I was surprised by her self-control.
She still hadn’t even asked me.
Her complete silence on the subject actually made me more anxious to talk to her about it. I needed to find out what she was thinking. How she was feeling.
Finally, I saw the bedroom door opening.
She came in with a tray of food. Grilled cheese, juices, and some bags of chips.