Bleed Me (Haunted Roads Book 3)

by India R. Adams

  He chuckled. “Yeah. This is a favorite room for most of us.”

  To the right was a station with some tools, a water hose, and bags of topsoil.

  I followed him as he walked off to the right. Along that whole wall was a table full of plastic sandwich bags packed with processed plants. Lynx picked one up. “We don’t fuck around. Our shit is badass. Potent as fuck. Don’t do more than two hits to get ya started.” He tossed the bag to me. “That’s for Saint. It helps that beautiful-hearted girl in his arms.” He tossed another one. “That one is for you.”

  I stared at it. Tucker never smoked it. That meant I hadn’t either. “You think I need it?”

  He leaned back against the table and crossed his thick arms. After staring at me for a few moments, he finally said, “Dick smokes it with Justice.”

  My shoulders grew with anger and jealousy as I inhaled deeply, trying not to blow a fuse.

  Lynx held up a hand to stop me. “I don’t like it either.” He shrugged. “That’s why I thought you could make this a thing between you and your girl. Push him out of another part of your world.”

  It must have been so hard for this man to watch his sister be in love with someone as fucked up as me. My shoulders caved. “I’m so sorry this is what your sister has to deal with. I tried so hard to stay away from her like that.”

  His tan face lit up as he laughed. “You didn’t have a chance against her. You’ve been hers for as long as you’ve been here.”

  Even though Justice and I didn’t act like a couple for all those months, maybe we already were one in many ways. “I guess you do see a lot.”

  “It’s my job to.” He judged, “That’s why I was shocked with you fuckin’ Saph.”

  “I thought you said bunnies were ours to fuck.”

  “They are, but it don’t mean we all do.”

  I pointed at him in question. “Including you?”

  “Hell no. Elle’s pussy is the only one I need.”

  Then he waited. He wanted answers. I looked everywhere but at him. “I, uh…” Giving up the façade, I finally blurted, “Art. The fucker.”

  This was making complete sense to him. Lynx nodded while pushing off the table. “Oh, yes. That past finally came back and bit her in the ass, I see.” He grabbed another two bags. “So, you got some sorta beef with Art, and were pissed when ya found out they used to fuck?”

  Blink. Blink. He spoke of his sister as if she was truly another biker in his club. “I, uh, was taken aback when I heard them having sex.”

  His brows pinched. “Like, recently?”

  I wanted out of this conversation because thinking of Justice with anyone but me was making my stomach twist up and temper flair again. “It ain’t my business.”

  “Hey, I do my best to treat Justice equally, just like she has asked me to, but that’s my fucking sister. I watch her like a hawk. And, you’re wrong.”

  “About what?” I said with a bit of aggravation.

  “Art. That ended a long time ago.”

  Shaking my head, I claimed, “I heard them.”

  “You may have heard something, but it wasn’t sex. Trust me.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off. “Has she admitted to it?”

  Quickly, my mind replayed those conversations. She never had. Only told me it wasn’t my business. I should’ve seen through that. “Ah, shit.”

  “Yeah. As I said, you’ve been hers since ya got here. And, I think she’s been yours.”

  A bit of silence hung between us before I finally said, “I’ll do right by her. I swear it.”

  “I don’t doubt that for a second. That’s why you ain’t in the ground.”

  I teased, “How comforting.” After he chuckled, I asked, “Lynx, why am I now learning of these secrets?”

  “One: you’ve proven to be trustworthy as fuck. Two:” he gestured to the table behind him, “we’re moving that shit next week.”

  “We?”

  “You ready for a cut of the profits?”

  I thought of Saph and the baby. “I’d really appreciate that.” Even though I would have someday liked to support Justice, too, she wasn’t like that. She made her own bank and was proud of it. Asking her to let me provide for her was like asking her to stop being a biker.

  Never gonna happen.

  So, I decided to be thankful for what I had with her, something so rare. And prayed I was worth it.

  Lynx shook my shoulder. “You’re a good kid. Stop believing you don’t deserve some good in your life.”

  I swear they are Jedi mind readers.

  By the time we reentered the hallway, Saint’s door was shut and most had gone back to their rooms. Dagger, Torque, and Justice were waiting for us.

  Lynx tossed a bag to Torque. “Split that up for whoever needs some.”

  “You got it, boss.” He went to his room.

  Lynx laid a full bag in front of Saint’s door. “I’m headed to bed. Did Elle listen and go back to sleep?”

  Justice shook her head. “Nope. In the kitchen for more tea bags.” She smirked at her brother’s hands. “But it looks like you have the herbs she truly needs.”

  “Night, ya’ll.” He walked toward the Barn.

  Justice’s eyes bugged out when I held up our bag. Her lips fought a smile that wanted to take over her face. She asked, “You wanna smoke with me?”

  By her reaction, I told myself that I would have to thank her brother when I got the chance. “Yeah, I’d love to try it with ya.”

  “Okay.” She smiled, surprisingly bashful, touching my growing beard before walking back into our room.

  She placed an ashtray on the bed and told me to sit. I grinned as she lit candles. “You plannin’ on seducing me?”

  “Nah. But I plan on fucking you.”

  I grabbed my chest as I laughed louder than I should with people trying to go back to sleep. “Jesus, you kill me.” When she came to sit in front of me, crossing her legs, I followed suit and teased, “It may be a bit late to ask, but are you on birth control?”

  Her smile fell. I mean fell. Justice’s whisper was full of broken dreams. “No… Not needed.” She sprinkled some pot in a little piece of paper and began working it into a roll.

  “Babe?”

  She sighed. “Giver, everyone has a past. Mine happened to have taken the chance of being a mother with it.”

  “Will you tell me what happened?”

  She licked the edge of the paper. “Another day?”

  Leaning forward, my hand slipped under her long dark hair. I loved feeling her shaved sides. “Another day.” I kissed her. “I love you.”

  As I sat back, she said, “That’s why I think that baby is yours. Maybe God is giving me a gift. I know it's not my baby, but maybe your beautiful green eyes will get to live on.” Her greys watered. “That’s enough for me. Ya know?”

  If she didn’t already own me, through and through, she would’ve after that.

  A joint lingered between two fingers and a lighter in her other hand. “You sure?”

  I pointed around the dark room. “Not going to light it with a candle?”

  Justice suddenly got giddy. Another side of her I’d never seen. “I love being high during the night. It’s when I smoke.”

  Now I was understanding how this became a thing between Dick and her. “If you love it, I hope I love it, too.”

  Church Eyes bored into mine as she slowly put the joint to her mouth and raised the lighter. After lighting the tip, the lips I had just kissed now opened to inhale air, forcing the smoke down into her lungs even deeper. It was seductive in a way, the smoke dancing near her sweet pink tongue. She watched me the whole time. Then, she leaned forward, her mouth hanging in front of mine. So, I opened…

  Justice blew the smoke into my mouth.

  Wanting to have her exhale—any part of her she was willing to offer—deep inside me for safekeeping, I inhaled. She waited for a few long seconds, then whispered, “Give it back to me.”

  Surp
rised I wasn’t coughing, I quickly remembered Dick. He must have had my lungs accustomed.

  Justice’s mouth opened…

  I exhaled.

  As soon as she took what I had to offer, her lips pressed to mine.

  Just then, I felt a slight tingle; a lightness started to spread throughout the rest of me. The ease being created had my eyes sliding shut.

  Justice’s lips stayed on mine as I slowly laid back, her following me.

  Flat on the bed, Justice leisurely sat up on top of me. I heard her take another drag off the joint, then she inhaled it down deeper. When she leaned forward, both of her hands were on my chest, telling me she set the joint in the ashtray. Her closed lips caressed mine, so I opened. Smoke drifted from her mouth. I inhaled, loving the thought of more of her inside me.

  After I held the smoke inside for a few seconds, her lips touched mine again.

  I opened.

  Justice inhaled, even though I had barely started to exhale. It was mind-blowing. She was pulling my life force into her own.

  My arms were off to the sides, feeling so heavy, yet weightless. “Babe.”

  Her wet tongue slipped into my mouth, and I almost passed out from the incredible way it felt. Softness. So much softness blended from her to me. From me to her. I couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. It was as if we were… one.

  Her delicate hands slid down my arms, and her chest was pressed to mine as if we were part of a cross. All along, her mouth was loving mine. I wanted to see her. I wanted to see the beauty I always saw in her. As soon as my eyes lazily drifted open, the candlelight began to dance against her skin.

  Justice’s fingers locked with mine. Then her hips began to move, so sensually, my hands tightened on hers. The responsiveness of her body to mine was magnificent. My dick was reacting as if it had never been touched before by anyone or anything, and I never wanted Justice to stop.

  Justice’s lips left mine to kiss all over my face, then drifted down my neck. Her fingers let go, sliding back up my arms to my chest as her lips sucked. I arched as she nibbled on my nipple. I tried to sit up, but she pushed my lazy body back down. There was no real fight in me. I was too entranced to argue. Her mouth was on my skin, kissing her way down my stomach.

  I started to pant when her fingers pulled on my boxers. “Babe.” Her heated exhale brushed against my rod. It was almost painful, waiting to feel her lips where they had never been. But when they finally touched, my whole body sunk into the mattress. “Jesus.”

  There was no rush, nor the need. She went so slow, pulling all of me into her mouth and down her throat. No high school girl had ever done this to me. Only Justice gave as good as I.

  Her mouth then tightened on me as she seductively sucked while pulling free of me.

  If I didn’t get a distraction soon, I wasn’t gonna make it thirty more seconds, so I demanded, “Take off that t-shirt,” then tapped my mouth. “I need you, right here.”

  Her eyes widened, then hooded. She slipped off my shirt.

  Taking a hold of my dick again, she maneuvered her body around on top of me. Her beautiful bare pussy was all mine as she straddled my face. My weak arms held onto her thighs so I could dive in while holding her still. As her mouth sank down on me, I gently licked her perfection.

  In no time, we were both moaning and struggling for air, neither of us wanting to come or for this moment to end. It was a boy’s erotic dream come true.

  That was Justice; a fucking dream come true.

  We made love for hours that night. Fucking hours… yet I woke with a hard-on, hankering for more. Lucky for me, I had my beautiful naked woman in my arms. “Sorry, babe,” I said, waking her while rolling her to her back like a caveman. “I can’t get enough.” My fingers worked her, asking for some wetness so I could slide on home. I climbed on top of her.

  Justice stretched her upper body, moaned, and welcomed me into those thighs. “Any time.”

  My fingers, nice and drenched, were replaced with my throbbing dick. Sliding inside, I explained… “It’s all your fault.”

  Her gorgeous legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me in tight. “Then you should properly punish me.”

  “Jesus, I love you.”

  After a few more orgasms, I was still getting dressed. Our shower had turned into more of a groping session while poor Justice tried to scrub her body. In the Barn, I heard her bragging, “The kid is a machine. Non-stop! Talk about being a Stallion—”

  “I’m gonna fucking puke in my eggs,” bitched her brother.

  “Everywhere hurts, but he keeps asking for more—”

  “Justice!”

  Damn. Her laughter. It was a better drug than that basement full of the most potent marijuana I would ever know. “Who can blame him! Look at me. I’m a goddamn walking short supermodel. Tell’em, Elle.”

  “Hottest bitch I’ve ever seen.”

  “See? Elle would fucking know!” More beautiful laughter from Justice. Too bad I wouldn’t hear it twenty-four hours straight. No. That wouldn’t happen because I had to put her through hell first.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Winter had ended, and we were getting closer to having a baby enter our crazy family. The why of my mental gradual slide backward was unknown to me back then, but spiral I did. It seemed Justice was even stronger than I knew. That all became clear after a nightmare…

  “Every time you cry, Kenny, I am gonna lick your face. Maybe that will get you to stop bitching.” It was Jarrod’s way of preparing me for all that was to come. I was seven, on my knees, in front of a full-grown man and his erection. “Open your mouth and try again.”

  I begged myself to stop crying so the torture would end. “Is my mommy coming home soon?” I was worried about Jenny. I could hear her crying in her crib in my mom’s bedroom.

  Sweating and out of breath, I sat up in bed. My left hand searched the bed, looking for my anchor, but she wasn’t there. Switching on a lamp on my nightstand, I found Justice asleep in a chair. She held a gun in her lap.

  I jumped out of bed, “Babe?” rushing to her.

  Justice jolted in the chair, looking very confused until she saw me. Then, she cowered. The sight of me had my girl recoiling in the chair as if I was a threat that she didn’t know how to battle like she did everything else in her life.

  I stopped in my tracks. “Oh shit.”

  Justice grabbed her chest with one hand while the other set the gun on a little table. “You okay?”

  My head tilted. “Are you?”

  “Yeah.” She forced a slight smile. “Of course.”

  She was lying. My heart screamed it, so I dropped to my knees in front of her. “You once told me one lie would change us.”

  “I’ve never lied to you.”

  “Not just now?”

  Affectionately, her fingers ran through my longer hair. “Nope. I’m fine. With you.”

  “Okay, I will believe that, but I’m also starting to think if I’m not asking the right questions, I may not be getting the full story.” My heart was hammering against my ribcage. “So, I am asking you this. What did I do to you last night?”

  Her thumb ran gently over my lips. “You had a rough night. That’s all.”

  “I only remember sleeping.”

  With such sympathy, she kept touching me. “I know.”

  “Babe. Did. I. Hurt. You?”

  “No.” She kissed me. “No.”

  “Then why the gun?”

  “Precautions. I hadn’t met him yet.”

  My upper body folded into her lap. I could feel my world turning in directions I didn’t want. “How many of my personalities do you know?”

  A shaky breath was exhaled. “Four.”

  My already bent legs wanted to crumble, so I laid even heavier in her lap, squeezing my eyes shut. “How long have you been dealing with them?”

  Her whisper will haunt me always. “All along.”

  “Jesus… Justice, why was last night hard for me—
for him?”

  “Because… he learned about Jenny.”

  A part of me wished I hadn’t asked. Maybe I could have avoided what happened next.

  Blackout.

  Unless you have actually experienced it, it may be impossible to understand ‘losing’ time. Saint once told me what it was like to experience anesthesia. He said the doc had to knock him out before surgery on his stomach stab wounds. He said it was so weird to just wake up and it all be over with, all bandaged up, when he felt like he had just closed his eyes for a mere second. That’s what it was like for me. I had been kneeling in front of Justice, and now I was kneeling next to Delilah.

  Absolutely spooked, I quickly looked around to assess my situation. I had no idea where I was or how much time had passed, but the dark room seemed to be some sort of college dorm. Delilah’s bed was ground level, but her roommate was asleep on a top bunk behind me.

  Holy shit. I’m at Delilah’s college?

  Terrified I had hurt her, my eyes rapidly scanned her body. She was sleeping, covered up, but restless, sweating and moaning. It was apparent I hadn’t laid a hand on her, but I couldn’t help wondering if her present nightmare was about me.

  Delilah hadn’t changed one bit. Her long golden-brown hair was sprawled over her pillow like she was doing a photoshoot. Absolutely stunning creature. Yet, I was seeing her so differently now. Her youth was evident. Mine no longer existed. I felt like an old man admiring the adolescence I once had. Or, at least, I think I once had some. I couldn’t be sure. I think I’d been fighting to survive and care for Jenny since she was born, giving me no time to be a kid.

  I think Delilah and I were galaxies apart in so many ways; I was just now able to see that truth. For the first time ever of being in her magnificent presence, my heart didn’t long for her…

  Justice.

  Did I hurt her when she spoke of Jenny? Was she worried about me? Did she know where I was? How the hell did I get here and why?

  As if Delilah could sense me near, her body went on alarm, Delilah’s breathing ramping up. She mumbled, “Kenny,” her head beginning to thrash slightly.