“I know some of what he said to be a lie, but it doesn’t erase the lessons he taught me. He showed me the beauty in the world again and made me remember what was really important.” Speaking about Jeff made me relive his loss again, and stuck me in the middle of melancholy. “Even though Gregory is long gone, I feel like I’m a prisoner again. There’s a new Gregory out there, wanting to kill everything I want to be. Now, I don’t have an escape. Not even ice-skating makes me feel free.
“I didn’t want to talk about this,” I said quickly, blinking away the tears before they fell. “It’s trivial compared to what you’ve been through. I should be grateful for what I have. Talking this way, I sound like the typical wealthy kid who just wants to complain when you grew up with nothing you should’ve had, and I grew up with everything. Maybe…Noah was right about me.”
“It’s not a contest where we compare our pain.”
I reached up and touched his chest, hovering my hand over his heart. He immediately curled in his position and closed his eyes. When he opened them, something dark and enticing pulled me in. He stepped closer and I stepped backward until my back met the counter.
Holding my head, he took my mouth with a sensual and gentle hunger. He teased me with passion and triggered my desire until it had written itself across my lips. He opened his mouth slightly, his breath played against mine, and gently ran his tongue up the swell of my lips. My breaths became jagged and shallow.
Behind my shuttered eyelids, I relived the only positive moment at Rebirth. The blindfold was gone and instead of seeing Noah as I always had before, I saw…Braedan.
An ache rose in the pit of my belly and tied me into knots. In the middle of finding my wall and putting it firmly between us, my fist clenched, expelling water everywhere, mostly on Braedan.
“I’m…so sorry. That was so clumsy. I…” Without thinking I grabbed a few pieces of paper towel from the kitchen island and began to wipe the bottom of his shirt. I realized I’d touched a place that was slightly aroused a little too late.
He immediately grabbed my wrists stopping me.
“Excuse me for a few minutes, it seems I need to change my clothes.” He gave me a genial smile and left the kitchen.
BETWEEN THE CORRIDOR separating my bedroom from the bathroom to dry off and change, I turned sharply to the right. With a brisk impact, I collided into Keaton. Her body was in motion, heading to an undetermined location faster than my tread in the opposite direction.
The shirt dropped from my hands. The force pushed me forward. Acting swiftly to prevent toppling on her, I pointed my toes upward, taking the brunt of the fall. Our bodies met on the floor with a dull thud.
“Are you okay?” She adjusted to sit astride my lap and began to sway back and forth against my pelvis. She placed her hands on my bare chest to steady herself. The constant movement of her hips confused me; was it purposeful or absentminded? I had no answer, my brain was fogged with the sensation.
“Are you okay, Braedan?” she questioned again, her brows contracting in concern. “You fell pretty hard.” She curled her fingers into the back of my hair, massaging there; it brought her face closer to mine.
If it was a tease, it would no longer be one. I thrust my hand into the back of her hair and pulled her near. Opening my mouth, I penetrated hers with my tongue. She released a deflated groan and dug her nails into my skin.
The limits on my delay had been eradicated. Patience disappeared from sight. Planting myself upward, I tightly wove my arms around her body and stood with her in my arms. She enfolded herself tightly around me, opening her mouth, teasing me with the tip of her soft and urgent tongue between my lips.
We traveled to my bedroom, where I placed her down on the bed with care, reluctantly tearing my lips from hers. Her mouth remained open. Her eyes begged for more.
I walked around the bed to meet her at the other side, taking my time to enjoy the sight of her body, heady with need. She slid across the king-sized bed to meet me at the other end. Clutching her outstretched arms, I slid her across the bed until her head dangled off the edge of the mattress.
My hand skipped down her torso, slow and steady, teasing her with my bare fingertips against her exposed skin. I halted at the waistband of her jeans, my fingers lingered just underneath. Her stomach heaved in an exaggerated way—panting breaths escaped her mouth.
Lazy in the movements of my fingers, I unfastened the button of her jeans and grabbed her thighs to position them perpendicular to the mattress. Gathering my hands at the material on her hips, I pulled up, removing her jeans and panties with one yank. I leaned over her, spreading my legs until her head was between my thighs and pulled the hem of her sweater up to her collarbone. My tongue blazed a trail from her belly button down to the start of her swollen and wet lips. She writhed underneath me, rocking her hips, silently pleading for more. I wound my hand around her thigh, and with four fingers, rocked up and down between her wet lips.
She writhed beneath me and trembled when I circled my fingers with barely a touch against her swelling clit. My wet fingers separated by twos probed her entries, circling and dipping into her warmth preparing her. She opened for me, and my fingers disappeared inside her to the knuckle. She arched her back, caterwauling for more. My name on her lips as her body remained greedy for me was a sweet sound to my ears.
Pushing into her until my second knuckles disappeared, I spread my fingers, and withdrew. Repeating the action, I watched them disappear and reappear inside her. My fingers went deeper and pushed them together to rub against the wall of her anus and her pussy. Opening my mouth, I licked her clit in deliberate circles.
Her hands roamed around my jeans and eventually found the pull of my zipper. Her eager hands darted around my boxer briefs until she found my cock. Her mouth teased the head.
I nearly slipped in my duty to make her come first. She had an incredible way with her mouth that would’ve brought any man to his knees. The first time I felt it, I came too quickly. This time I was prepared.
Her lips surrounded me as she sucked on the head. I opened my mouth a little more, suckling on her clit while whirling my tongue around the soft tip.
She clutched my ass through my boxer briefs, clawing at the material. Her moans vibrated up my erection, sending the sensation all the way to my tense testicles. I rocked my fingers in and out, going deeper and harder, sucking her with a stronger suction. Her clit rolled around my tongue, throbbing and hardening. Her pussy became wetter, dousing my fingers in her juices and lubricated the fingers inside her ass.
She released a hoarse moan. Her body trembled beneath me violently. I dug my fingers into the skin on her thigh, keeping her immobile.
She stilled, frozen in an awkward position. It quickly changed as she struggled to move. I held on for the ride, sucking and fingering her until she wailed. Her cum soaked my hand and the bed.
I slowed down my pace, teasing her with gentle kisses on her clit. Her pussy and ass pulsed around my fingers, making it difficult to remove them.
With her legs in my grip, I spun her around until her legs dangled off the edge of the bed. I stepped out of both my pants and my boxers. Crashing on top of her, I held her nearly naked body to mine and ran my tongue up her ear, making her shudder a little more over her body’s constant need to show me how hard I made her come by convulsing.
I pulled up her sweater, removing it by sliding it up and over her head. I was entranced by her perfect, full and perky breasts. Her nipples were clearly seen through the sheer black fabric of her bra. I eased her out of it, pulling the fabric down and rolled her buds between my fingers. Her back arched, pushing her perspiring body against me.
Between us, I reached down and grabbed my cock, sliding it back and forth across her sex, drenched in her wetness. When I was doused in her, I sank my head into her warmth. Her back arched off the mattress. The sweetest moan slid from her mouth. I placed my mouth over hers and sucked her tongue hard. I flexed my hips, rocking slowly and shallow
ly until she began to relax around me and remember me.
I sank my teeth into the root of her tongue, trapping it and whirled my tongue around the tip of hers as I began to pump inside her, pushing until she clenched me inside her tight walls. The head of my cock toyed with the soft cushion at the end of her pussy, careful not to push too hard and hurt her. Releasing her mouth, I allowed her head to fall to the side and placed open mouth kisses on her neck. She thrashed underneath me, responding to my fast and hard pace. The curve of her breasts bounced up and down between us, entrancing me, begging for attention. I sank down, slipping her nipple into my mouth while pinching the other between my fingers.
She began mewling at an intoning volume. Her pussy clenched around me, drenching my erection down to my pubic hair and dripped down my balls. I wrapped my hand into her hair and inclined away from her to get a better angle. Gliding my hands onto her hips, I drove in and out of her dripping wet sex until she and the bed rocked.
“Oh, God…Braedan!”
Watching her and feeling her clench around me was almost too much. I didn’t want to shut my eyes, but I had to, to avoid succumbing to her before she fell apart underneath me.
She released a hoarse squeak and began to shake with a violence that nearly ejected her from my hold. I slipped my hands up to her waist and slammed my pelvis against her softness, encouraging her to take every inch of me. Tears escaped from the corners of her eyes as she nearly screamed. She reached out, clutching for something, anything to steady her ride. I placed her hands on my bare ass. She massaged the muscle, pushing me to go deeper and harder, and I eagerly obliged.
She nearly yanked my cock back inside her with her tight walls as she fell apart underneath me. I waited for her third climax, and allowed myself to release with her.
Straining as the tension took over my body almost painfully, I fucked her with deep, fast thrusts until I expelled inside of her.
I rocked slower, watching my cock, dressed in our cum, and pushed back inside her. Her entire body collapsed against the mattress, spent with labored breaths. Involuntary tremors seduced me into taking her one more time. Experience told me she wasn’t quite ready.
I grabbed her waist and slid her up until her head rested against the pillows. Lying beside her, I placed my hands between her legs, fingering what was inside her. She seemed conscious of the fact I hadn’t used protection, but appeared unruffled by it.
“Is this all right?” Using my cum to lubricate my fingers, I ran the pads around her clit.
Her eyes opened for only a stitch. She nodded. “My doctor put me on the pill after…” She tensed for a moment. It was immediately erased when I moved my hand faster across her soft nub. “W-we probably shouldn’t do that again.” Her words were a struggle to hear through her panting moans.
“Which that are you referring to?”
She was lost in the sensation as I intended her to be. I rubbed harder and faster until she came on my fingers with a tiny whimper and appeared too exhausted to speak.
Hours passed while I remained stuck in a trance, watching an expression of peace splayed across her face while she slept. My cock stretched and hardened, bringing tension to my pelvis. I intended to use the bathroom to subside it.
Beside me, Keaton began to jerk and cry. Her eyes were shut tightly, expressing pain. Her body clammed up in defense. I slid on top of her, holding her. “Keaton, it’s all right. You’re with me.”
“Braedan?”
My lips teased hers. “You’re with me. You’re safe.”
Her eyes peered open to regard me. I couldn’t contain myself. With the way she opened her legs a little, allowing me to sink between her, I had to have her again. I pushed my cock inside her wet walls.
She released a soft moan and moved her hands to hold my waist. I grasped her hand, slipped up and forced her to finger the place where we connected.
“Do you feel that, Keaton?”
“Yes,” she moaned as I smoothly thrust inside her. “You make me feel so good.”
“Always,” I whispered against her lips. “Stop fighting what we were meant to be, and I’ll make you feel much more.”
Her mouth opened and I bit her bottom lip.
“It will always be only me who makes you feel this way.” I withdrew completely from her.
Panic crossed her eyes and she reached down and grabbed me, guiding me back inside her.
Her eyes jittered as tears fell from the corners.
Pressing my lips against hers, I pushed forward, filling her completely. She wiggled underneath me and moaned, “Yes.”
And I fucked her. Hard. When she didn’t think she could come anymore, I fucked her again. When she was prepared for a rest, I kept her awake and made her come in my mouth until I was satisfied she had enough orgasms. Her exhaustion was the only prohibitor. If she ever doubted us again, I would retrace my steps all over again until all doubt was removed from existence inside her mind.
I was the one who would give her everything she needed. If I had to remind her of that until I was fatigued with my body, my mind, and my words it would be done.
IT WAS A whisper instead of a shout inside my head that woke me. It told me the man beside me was capable of unspeakable things, including deception. As I stared at him, remembering that the best months of my life were spent with him, the shouts quieted to the barely heard mummers.
I slid off the bed, removing myself from his tight embrace and landed, crouched down on the floor beside the bed. I plucked my clothes from the floor and moved with light steps across the hall to the bathroom to take a shower and redress. Dawn peeked into the bathroom window and shone a light on my naked body, it brought back the light and pulled the shade away from my guilt.
My steps were slow, the area between my legs was mildly sore, reminding me of what suddenly filled me with shame. I let him have his way with me and I wasn’t sure why I had. The man had the physicality to make any woman weak, and when he let go of the Reven character, showing me a new one, a vulnerable one, he obtained my sympathy and reminded me of my feelings for him. I was hopeless in handing him my unhindered devotion.
I was ashamed because I enjoyed it. I was ashamed because my moments with him were the best I’d ever had in my life. I was so high above the clouds the gritty earth couldn’t touch me. My weighty sins were forgiven and forgotten.
I couldn’t help myself from peering into the open door of the bedroom on my way out as Braedan slept on his stomach, barely covered by the sheet. The more I stared at the man, taking note of the scars and the tattoo, the urge to sink back into his embrace and forget about everything was almost too strong to ignore.
I wanted to eradicate the feeling, but it was useless. His thoughts were becoming mine, and I was growing to need to be around him more than I needed clarity to see my way through my true thoughts instead of the deceptive and enticing road to vengeance.
I needed to make sense of my thoughts and know that I hadn’t succumbed to evil and been transformed. That I was a deeply flawed person who happened to fall in love with a good person turned bad, and believed in the good of even the purest of evil.
I hurried my steps down the hall while keeping them soft and made my way down the stairs and toward the antechamber. I clutched my chest with relief when I saw that the door was open. I nearly stumbled down the stairs with my speed. All but one of Braedan’s prisoners were asleep.
“You should thank me,” Nadine said hoarsely as she neared the front of her cage. She looked far from her usual self and the wilderness had taken over her gaze, leaving her empty-eyed. “I taught him everything he knows.” A dreamy smile crossed her lips. “I almost feel proud. He fucked you so good you lost your goddamn common sense. I can say that because you aren’t exactly moving fast to get us out of here.”
She cut her eyes at me and shook her head. “You’re not that kind of girl. Keep playing the part of Miss Goody Goody, like you always do. Don’t play his game, Keaton. You think he’s a dreamboat who wa
s dealt a raw fucking deal? It’s a lie. Get the fuck out of here and call Noah. He’ll take care of everything and make sure Shiloh gets his when the time comes.” She pressed her sweat-laden and sallow-hued face to the exterior of her cage. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Noah that you fucked his brother and liked it…a lot.”
The floor caught my gaze as I shook my head. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do, but what I won’t do is call Noah to your rescue.”
“So convenient,” she hissed at me. “You didn’t care about Noah being a murderer before. Now all of a sudden it’s a big fucking deal because it hit you personally. Bullshit.”
“I never tried to make myself out to be perfect. I’m very far from it.” My words grew as thin as the air between us. “I know…I’m a hypocrite.”
“This whole thing turned out so ass backwards.” She pointed at me, then herself. “I wonder if Noah had ever realized I’m the yin to his yang, would he have bothered with you? Would Rebirth still be here?”
“I don’t think you’ll ever get an answer to your question.” With a sigh, I sat in the unoccupied chair in front of her cell. “You’ve done horrible things to me and the people I care about. I don’t believe that’s why Braedan has kept you here. Why did he take you?” I looked at her hand, wrapped in something that might’ve been white once, but was now a dark maroon. “Why is Braedan doing this to you? To all of you?”
“He thinks we betrayed him. He doesn’t know that none of us were loyal to him.”
Mrs. Sherman stirred in the corner and stretched as she stood to walk to the middle of her cell. “You shouldn’t be here, Keaton.” Her tired rasp was barely heard. She looked in better spirits and appearance than her cellmates.
“I’ve tried so many times to figure out how and why you fit with Noah and Nadine,” I said to Mrs. Sherman. “I haven’t figured out the answer.”
Nadine winked at me and staggered back to her cot. Like a deflated balloon, she collapsed onto the rigid metal bed. “If Noah could love, he would be in love with her. They are tighter than a virgin’s pussy.”
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