by Kasey Krane
“I’ve prepared you a feast, my love,” she said in a forced dramatic voice that made me smile. I sat up in bed and she started arranging all the food. Then she sat next to me on the edge and we both started eating.
“Sorry, I know this is not super nutritious, but it was the only stuff I found in the kitchen. I promise I’ll make you something comforting and healthy tomorrow once I have a chance to run to the store.”
She was speaking in a cheerful casual tone, like there was nothing strange about any of this. When I started eating, I realized I was hungry again and tore through all the food and the juice. She seemed pleased to see me eating.
“Now that you’ve eaten, you should get some more sleep.”
“It’s nearly time to get up!”
“Yeah, but you can still get in a few hours. Your body needs it. Trust me, after the night everyone had, they will all be sleeping in.”
“I have a few things to sort out in the morning,” I said, and she looked at me then with her big questioning eyes. I could sense she was wondering if this was about her brother.
It was.
I was toying with the idea of telling her, but wasn’t ready to yet.
“But it can wait,” I said and pulled her to me again. Within seconds, she was smiling too as I covered her face with kisses.
“You should be taking it easy and getting some more sleep!” she scolded.
“And you should be underneath me, getting fucked,” I hissed, licking her delectable little earlobe. When I had her in my arms and when she was kissing me, nothing else mattered in the world. I couldn’t even recall what we were talking about.
She slid down under me and I started undoing the buttons of her shirt. Well, it was my shirt that she’d decided to wear so she had something to cover herself with for the kitchen.
And now it was coming off. I threw it to the floor. She giggled and threw her arms around me, pulling me close to her so we could kiss again.
“This reminds me of those weekends we used to spend cooped up in our secret apartment,” she said. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks and chin, then down her neck till I had her tits in my mouth.
She moaned and thrust her hips up to meet me.
“Except now…everyone knows exactly where we are.”
I sucked on her left nipple and then her right one. She gasped with pleasure and weaved her fingers into my hair. I could feel her nails digging in sharply. That’s how I knew I was hitting the right spots. Mary-Beth continued to speak.
“But we can have that again, can’t we, Drax? Those weekends of completely peace and isolation? I want to be isolated with you.”
I drew my mouth away from her nipples and looked up at her.
“You can have whatever you want, MB. You are my queen,” I said. She arched forward, with a sudden serious look in her eyes and then she came toward me. She kissed me fiercely. Her arms around me got tighter. Her tongue was in my mouth. It was like she was trying to devour me whole. When she finally pulled away, I saw her breathing heavily.
“Ghost told me…” she said.
I felt a sudden tightening in my chest. It wasn’t fear; it was anger. Why would Ghost tell her? How much had he told her?
“He told me what you did for me. That you spared Crash for my sake,” she continued. I was searching her eyes to find out how much more she knew. But Mary-Beth’s gaze was relaxed. If she knew her brother was right here, being held in a cell in the basement, she couldn’t be this calm.
“I just want to thank you. I know how difficult the decision must have been for you. And I have decided I don’t need to know anything else.”
I opened my mouth to speak but she interrupted me.
“Seriously, Drax. I don’t need an explanation, and I don’t need a scene-by-scene replay either. All I needed to know was if my brother is still alive or not. This is between you and him. He didn’t even deserve your mercy. What happens now is up to you,” she said.
I clenched my jaws tightly. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I glared at her and she came to kiss me again.
Slowly, she worked my mouth, parted my lips, and slipped underneath me again. I could feel her hand sliding down my body till she was cupping my cock again. Fuck! I needed to focus on one thing. But my thoughts kept being interrupted by Mary-Beth and her delicious body.
“And let me show you just how grateful I am to you, Drax,” she hissed in a low husky voice. Then she was stroking me. Lightly. Gently at first, and then she started stroking hard. Up and down, her hand went. Sliding over my cock-head. Her hand was moist and perfect. I was stretched over her, watching her, seeing the way she moaned and rolled her hips.
She stroked me hard, bringing me very close to the edge. Bringing me to the brink of coming. So, I grabbed her hand and pulled it away, pinning it to the bed. I thrust my cock into her, and she moaned.
I held her gaze. She held mine. Only her mouth parted, and she moaned again. It was a deep sigh.
I couldn’t hold back this time. I wasn’t going to be slow or gentle with her. I pounded her and could feel her pussy, moist and juicy, opening up to me. I dove deep into her till I knew she was on the edge too. I could feel her swollen clit rubbing against my cock.
The bed shook under us as I kept drilling deep. Just on the edge now and we both leapt together.
She cried out my name. Screeching it. I let go of her hand and she wrapped her arms around me, scratching her nails into my back. The used dishes on the bedside table fell off and on to the carpet. Neither of us cared. I couldn’t stop.
I loved her. I was willing to give her whatever she wanted. Whatever made her happy.
I came inside her. Filled her. Emptied every last drop of my seed inside her and then pulled out and rolled over to the side. Mary-Beth sighed exhaustedly and curled up beside me. That was amazing. I could feel myself drifting off again.
Full belly. My woman on my side. A healing wound. A numbed pain. The perfect concoction to knock me off into a deep sleep again.
I could feel her hair wound up around my arm. I could hear the soft breaths she was taking. Neither of us was speaking. We didn’t need to talk. Whatever we had to say could wait till the morning. Or the afternoon. Whenever we woke up. There was no rush. The war was over.
We had nothing to worry about, for now.
I drifted into a deep sleep and everywhere I turned, my mind was a blank. Exactly the way I liked it. Something told me that this time, I wasn’t going to be dreaming about Crash pointing a gun to my head. I didn’t feel guilty anymore. Mary-Beth knew the truth and she didn’t want to know more.
20
Mary-Beth
When I woke up, Drax was already awake. But thankfully, he hadn’t gotten out of bed. It was the best feeling in the world—to wake up next to the man I loved and not only have him by my side but know that there was nothing between us. Nothing holding us apart.
Once I decided to let go of all my anxieties surrounding my brother, I was able to relax again. I had decided I was going to be fully trusting of Drax and whatever decisions he had made about Crash.
He was scrolling through his phone when I blinked my eyes open, but then he saw me and kissed me.
“You look the most beautiful in the mornings,” he mumbled, and I kissed him harder.
“You’re a good boy for listening to me and not getting out of bed,” I replied, and he put his phone away. From the look in his eyes, I had a feeling that Drax had something to say. “What is it?”
He turned to me and cleared his throat.
“Look, MB, before we get tangled up in another relationship together, I want to make sure we make it work this time.”
I gulped. Drax was not the kind of man who wanted to delve into the nitty-gritty of a relationship. He was never much of a ‘talker’. So it made my heart thud to realize that was exactly what he was doing. I nodded.
“I love you and I want us to have an honest and open relationship,” he continued.
“Yes, t
hat is what I want too. I don’t want to waste any time arguing with you when we can be happy together instead.”
“I’m going to try and be less stubborn,” he said. That made me smile. I was curious to see what that would look like!
“And I’m going to try and let go and trust you to make the right decisions for us,” I added.
He pulled me into his arms, and we were kissing again.
“I like this new side of my man. The one who is willing to talk openly about things,” I said. We were naked, our bodies warming up. Now that we had slept well and weren’t as exhausted anymore, I couldn’t wait for us to have another go…
“In the spirit of openness, there is something I need to tell you, MB,” Drax said and then gently pushed me away from himself. There was that lump in my throat again. “I know last night you said you don’t need to know the details and you’re happy just knowing that I let your brother live.”
All I could do was nod because I had no idea what else he could tell me about it. Was Crash dead? Was all that a lie?
He must have seen the fear in my eyes because he started speaking again, quickly.
“I don’t think I want to keep this information from you. As much as I want to keep you safe. Crash. Your brother. We’re holding him. Here.”
“Here? Where? What do you mean?”
“He’s in the basement cell,” Drax replied.
All this while, the whole night that I had spent feeling worried, anxious and nauseous because I had no idea what happened to my brother—and he was right here all along?
“I understand if you’re upset…” Drax was speaking again, but I lunged at him, wrapping him tightly in my arms.
“I’m not upset, Drax! I’m so happy. This is the best news. Thank you.”
“You were right, there is definitely something wrong with him. There is something different about him,” Drax said when I pulled myself away.
I was so relieved! Crash was alive and he was in Iron Thunder’s custody. This was the best outcome I could have hoped for.
“Yes, I know, he doesn’t seem to be himself,” I added.
“I think it’s drugs,” Drax said. I had a smile on my face from feeling relieved and grateful, but now it drooped.
“Drugs?”
“It’s in his eyes and how out of it he seems. He just didn’t seem to have a handle on things. He wasn’t acting like a leader when we raided Teasers. And there was just something…different about him.”
I didn’t want to believe what Drax was saying but I knew there was some truth to it. It had to be the explanation.
“You may be right,” I said and shook my head. “I don’t know what is going to happen with him, but I just wish…I just hope…I can help him somehow.”
“Convince him to accept our help, then,” Drax said.
My eyes shot up to meet his.
“Our help? Your help?” I wasn’t sure I understood what he was implying.
“Treatment. If it is drug addiction he is dealing with, then he needs professional help. He shouldn’t fight our help.”
I gulped. I didn’t know what condition my brother was in currently, but I knew he wouldn’t accept Drax’s help easily.
“Yes, that is what I hope for him too,” I said.
I was staring into Drax’s eyes. I could sense he was trying to read my mind and could feel my cheeks burning up. I didn’t want to actually say the words.
“You want to go see him, right?”
I gulped and then slowly nodded.
“But I won’t insist on doing it if you think it’s a bad idea.”
Drax drew in a deep breath and then shook his head.
“He’s being heavily guarded and watched by our guys, so there’s nothing he can actually do. You can go see him if you want. If you think that will help you feel better.”
“Yes, I think it will, and maybe I can get to the bottom of what’s really going on with him and convince him of getting the help he needs if he needs it.”
Drax leaned back in bed and nodded.
“Yes, I agree. Go and see your brother,” he said, and in that moment, I knew I loved him just a little bit more.
I got dressed and ready to leave the room.
“Are you going to stay in bed while I’m gone?” I asked Drax who was still under the sheets. He gave me one of his crooked, handsome smiles and held out his arm. I went to him so he could pull me in and kiss me again.
“Thank you for doing this, Drax. Thank you for letting me see him and offering to help.”
“You don’t have to thank me, beautiful. I’m only doing what I know is right. I never intended on keeping you both apart. I just wanted to figure out what I wanted for Crash’s future with us.”
I nodded and he kissed my forehead.
“I’m going to try and make him see reason,” I said.
“Whether he agrees to it or not, we are going to put an end to the war. The Silver Knights will be nothing without him and we aren’t going to be very forgiving of all the shit they’ve pulled over the past few months. It would be in Crash’s best interest if he agrees to our terms and declares an end to the war now.”
I agreed with everything Drax was saying but knowing Crash and his ego, I wasn’t so sure he would jump at these ideas. Drugs or no drugs.
“I’ll talk to him. Let’s hope he gets it,” I said.
“I’ve let the guys know that you’re going to the holding cell. They’ll let you in and keep an eye on you.”
I walked to the door and waved at him. Then I stepped outside and pulled the door close behind me. The Clubhouse still seemed empty and quiet. It was late in the morning, but it was obvious that everyone was resting after the night we’d had.
I was excited and nervous to see my brother. I had no idea what state he would be in and if he even wanted to see me. Chances were that he wouldn’t.
Before I went to see Crash, I grabbed a coffee from the kitchen. A part of me wanted to delay the meeting, wanted to gather my thoughts. I hoped I would even bump into Sophie, maybe. But she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. There was barely anyone around.
So I just sipped my coffee in silence in the kitchen, trying to decide what I would say to Crash. How I would appeal to him. I knew he was going to fight me on everything. He wasn’t going to be gracious about the fact that Drax had let him live.
When the coffee was finished, I put it away and started in the direction of the holding cell in the basement. I could hear my heart thudding in my chest.
I didn’t even know what he was going to look like today. Drax hadn’t gone into the details, but I was sure Crash had taken a beating.
It was Flash and a few of the prospects who were guarding the holding cell. Flash nodded at me encouragingly when I got there.
“Thanks,” I said when he unlocked the door for me.
“We’ll be right out here. Call for me if you need me,” he said, and I smiled at him.
The door was shut but not locked behind me. I entered and realized I had never been in here before.
There was very little light, but there was some. Somehow, it wasn’t as cold as I expected it to be.
The cell was pretty much completely empty other than a single bed in the corner. A tray with food and a cup of coffee was on the floor beside the bed but I could see it was untouched.
Crash was in bed, lying on his side facing the wall. He had sheets pulled up over his head so I couldn’t actually see him. But I knew it was him.
“Danny? Are you awake?” I whispered. I could hear my own footsteps here. I could hear my own heart thudding.
He shifted and then looked over his shoulder. I got a shock when I saw him. When I saw how red his eyes looked. How crazed. His face was covered in sweat, yet, when he pushed the covers off him, it looked like he was shuddering. Like he was cold.
“Danny! It’s me…”
There was a look in his eyes like he didn’t recognize me. He blinked blankly at me and I got closer to him. There
was a part of me that was actually afraid of him. My own brother!
“It’s Mary-Beth,” I reiterated.
Slowly, he seemed to move, slowly sitting up in the bed. He was staring at me like he was still trying to place me.
“You should eat something, Danny. There’s food here for you.” I tried not to get too sentimental, even though it was difficult for me to see my brother in this state. There was a big bluish bruise across his face that I could see more clearly now. One of his eyes was swollen. There was some congealed blood around his nose. It looked like he had been hit across the face with something hard.
Maybe he’d got the bruise during his altercation with Drax.
“I’m not fuckin’ hungry,” he hissed in a low menacing voice. His blank stare had turned into something else now—something like pure hatred. He was glaring at me from under his heavy hooded eyelids. I gulped.
“Are you in any pain?” I persisted. I could feel my hands shaking a little as I stood there in front of him. He stared at me in silence for a few minutes longer and then he took in a deep breath.
“What do you fuckin’ want from me, Mary-Beth? Why are you here?” he growled. Hearing him speak to me like that made me want to burst out in tears.
But I didn’t. I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to let Crash see how he had broken a little part of me.
“I’m here to see you because you’re my brother and I’m concerned. I may be an idiot for being concerned, because you clearly don’t want to see me.”
Crash was sitting up in bed, his legs off the edge and even though he was fully clothed, he’d wrapped the sheets around himself. He was still shuddering from time to time. He was covered in sweat.
I could see now that Drax was right. There was something seriously wrong with my brother, and the only explanation was a severe drug addiction.
“I want to see Eagle. I want to see one of my guys. Do you know where they are?” he asked, but not kindly.