by Blue Saffire
Sadly, I’ve been met with the same results. We snatched Joshua from the parking lot of some club. He wasn’t even paying attention. Apparently, Felix worked his magic and had Joshua banned from the club so Josh never made it inside.
I guess he was too distracted trying to call his friends to let them know he couldn’t get in. We’d already made sure that he was detained from making it to his destination on time. Wyatt called in some favors with the local PD and had Josh pulled over just so Wyatt’s buddy could fuck with him for a good hour and a half.
We’ve been making his night hell on purpose. While we were handling that bitch Barry, Felix and Wyatt’s boys were locating Josh and stalling his night. I bet he wishes he would have stayed home tonight.
I hopped out of the truck, bagged Josh’s head and tossed him in the back seat. Wyatt and I already had the perfect place to handle him. It’s an old warehouse owned by our family. Its purpose is usually of this nature, it’s just we’re not usually the side of the family that uses it. I’m sure Brooklyn and Logan won’t mind. The place has been a little under used lately, but we’re making up for that tonight.
I had been fair. I allowed Josh to defend himself. The same courtesy Wyatt gave that prick Barry. Again, we have a case of a Bully that can only pick on girls and inanimate objects.
I glare down at Josh as his right eyes starts to swell, I have only hit him once. For ten minutes, I have remained stock still as he has tried to launch attacks that I swiftly sidestepped to only standstill once again. His ass made the mistake of trying to charge me. I clocked him in the eye and elbowed him in his back, bowing his whole shit up. I can see in his eyes, he is surprised by my speed, as he staggers out of my reach.
He isn’t as tall as I am, but he sure as hell is a lot slower than I am. His face is bright red from his exertion. His chest is heaving and he has broken into a sweat. I roll my eyes in disbelief that my baby girl ever bothered to waste time with him. Bean would run circles around his ass.
“This shit isn’t fucking worth it,” Josh growls. “You can have her. What the fuck do you want? I didn’t even get to fuck. All she did was stress me the fuck out.”
“You’re a little bitch,” I snarl. “You put your hands on the wrong one. I don’t give a fuck if you think she’s worth it or not. You fucked up putting your hands on her.”
I move in quick and upper cut his ass. His head snaps back and his body rocks awkwardly. I didn’t put nearly as much force behind that punch as I could have. I want to drag this ass whipping out. I want him to remember to never put his hands on another woman, mine or any other.
He steadies himself in a punch-drunk stagger. Raising his right hand, he wipes blood from the corner of his mouth. When he bares his teeth at me his mouth is full of more blood. I move in and rock his ass again. One to the face and two to the body.
Josh folds like paper, grabbing his midsection and groaning out in pain. The sound is music to my ears. I can taste the joy of dishing out what he thought he was going to hand Bean. I swirl my tongue around in my own mouth as if I can taste the bloodlust.
“Fuck you,” Joshua coughs out like the little pussy he is. “Fuck all of you. She’s lucky I don’t do more. They sneak me. If that little black bitch…”
He doesn’t get to finish his words. Wyatt, who had been leaning against the wall scrolling through his phone, moves like lightning. He starts pounding on Joshua as he bellows down at him.
“Who you calling a black bitch,” Wyatt growls. “Say that shit again. I can’t hear you. You like hitting women? You want to call my woman names? Say that shit again, motherfucker. I dare you.”
I watch my brother nearly beat Josh’s ass to death. He is unconscious in a bloody pulp and Wyatt is still pounding on him. I only pull him off because I have other plans for this punk.
I knew there was something about him that I didn’t like on a deeper level. I can just hear him slinging the same racial slurs at Bean, if the whim ever hit him. It’s not just what he said, it’s how he said it.
His possession of Bean didn’t sit right with me and now I know why. My chest swells with even more pride that my girl will never be the chocolate he gets to experiment with. She did right by not letting him have what’s mine and will only be mine from here on out. Shit, it always has been. It’s time Rebecca knows it.
“You alright,” I ask Wyatt as he comes down from his rage.
He looks at his raw knuckles and flexes his fingers. “Yeah, sorry about that,” Wyatt grumbles.
I throw my head back and laugh, then pat him on the back. “Trust me, I get it. I’m not even mad,” I chuckle.
“You two know how to put on a show,” I hear someone call behind us.
I turn to find John and Felix moving in our direction. I roll my eyes. My brothers don’t know how to mind their own business. I should have known they were around somewhere. Braxton and Ryan would be here too if they weren’t watching Bean and Nellie.
“Two bodies in one night. Figured you guys could use the help,” John shrugs.
“Nah, this one lives. Fix his ass up and dump him on his doorstep,” I pat John and Felix on the back as I walk by them to leave.
I’m tired.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
This is Home
Noah
I walk into the blue room upstairs at Wyatt’s, and find Rebecca fast asleep. The sheet is barely covering her long limbs. She is just the way I left her. No panties and the cups of her bra are exposing her perfect breasts and their cinnamon brown nipples.
I shift on my feet and adjust myself. My first mind is telling me to crawl in bed and finish what we started. However, as exhausted as I am, I just want to go home. If I climb in that bed, we’re not going anywhere and as I said earlier, we’re not fucking in my big brother’s house. Not this time. I have plans for Rebecca, plans that I have had for years.
Those plans are going to require my home, my bed, my toys. I squeeze my cock once again as the filthy things I want to do to her fill my head. I drag my tired body over to the bed and pull the sheet up to her shoulders and wrap it around her body.
Rebecca sleeps like a brick, she always has. There aren’t many things that can pull her from sleep. I have a few things I want to try later, but for now I plan to get her home. I lift her in my arms and tuck the sheet around her some more. Once I’m satisfied that she is covered, I head for the door.
I look at her beautiful face as it rests against my shoulder. She’s finally mine. Her little nose twitches as she snuggles into my arms, but she doesn’t wake. I smirk and carry us down the stairs.
Ryan is at the front door as I get there. I lift a brow at him. I thought he and Braxton took off after Wyatt and I arrived. He shrugs his shoulders and holds up a few of Bean’s things, her purse, phone, and a few shopping bags.
“I figured you were taking her with you. She’ll probably want her stuff. You guys most likely won’t be coming up for air for a few days and even if you do. Wyatt isn’t opening this door for at least a week,” Ryan chuckles. “I stuck around to help you get her in the truck at least. Everyone knows Bean will sleep through an earthquake.”
I chuckle and nod. “Yeah, thanks,” Ryan nods and opens the door for me to walk out with Bean in my arms. Ryan pulls my key from my pocket and unlocks my truck and opens the passenger door. I settle Bean in the truck, making sure to keep her covered and belt her in. I brush her hair from her face and kiss her forehead. I chuckle because she puffs out a little snore, but still doesn’t wake.
Ryan places her things in the back seat and closes the door. I close Bean’s door and pull Ry into a bear hug. “Next time you end that shit before she does,” I say in his ear as I cup the back of his head.
Ryan pulls away and smirks. “You’re still going to beat my ass aren’t you,” Ryan chuckles.
“You know it,” I smile back.
“For what it’s worth. It was well worth it. Watching those two at work was priceless,” Ryan gives a full belly laugh. “G
o home man, you look dead on your feet.”
“Yeah,” I nod and run a hand over my beard. “Later, Bro.”
Ryan claps me on the back as I turn and head for the driver’s side and he heads for his Mustang. I climb in the Hummer and head for home. Once again, I’m grateful we all live near each other.
Bean sleeps hard, but I don’t want to chance waking her by blasting music to keep me awake. I shake the sleep away as I head for my place. I’ll be there soon enough if I can keep my eyes open. I look over at Rebecca when I stop at the next light. She is such a beautiful woman. I don’t know how she could question any man wanting her.
Her little nose does have a sharp point at the tip, but that’s what makes it adorable on top of her full bow shaped lips. She has once mentioned not liking her nose, but it gives her a cute pixie face beneath all of that wild hair. Gone are the two ponytails her mother used to lace with ribbon.
Nowadays, if Rebecca doesn’t have her thick hair straightened around her shoulders, her curls are pulled into a messy bun or ponytail. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, she wears it, she is gorgeous. She could cut it all off for all I care and she would still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Top it all off with those big cinnamon brown eyes and she just takes my breath away, literally. And when she smiles, I’m a goner. I can barely pull my tired eyes away now. I want to lean in and kiss her full lips, but reluctantly turn away and step on the gas. The sooner I get us home; the sooner I can have her in my arms.
I pull into my driveway and thank all that’s holy, I made it without falling asleep. I hop out the truck and pull my house keys from my pocket. I scoop up what I think Rebecca will think is important and leave the rest for the morning.
I then retrieve my girl from the front seat. This time when she is in my arms, I can’t resist. I have to taste her lips. I lean and plant a soft kiss to her mouth and smile as I pull away. I can’t tell you how many times she has fallen asleep on me and I’ve wanted nothing more than to kiss her plump lips.
As I step over the threshold, Beans comes barreling towards us. I missed the little guy. Well, he’s not so little anymore, but he is still my little guy. When he sees Rebecca in my arms, his tail goes crazy and he lets out an excited bark. He goes to jump on us, but I side step him.
He hasn’t seen her since the first time they met. I know he has been longing to see her again. He often sits underneath the swing in the backyard since that day.
“Sit, Beans,” I command and laugh. “Hey, Buddy, I know you’re excited, but you’re going to wake your mommy,” He pants and barks once more in excitement, while at least obeying my command to sit. “Shh, Beans, we’ll all hang out later,” I croon at my rambunctious dog.
He tilts his head and whines as if he understands my words. I chuckle and shake my head. He looks good. At least I know I can count on my brothers to take care of my dog while I’m gone.
I drop my keys and Rebecca’s things on the table by the front door and head for the bedroom with Beans following close on my heels. The sound of his paws falling against the hardwood, a consistent sound behind me with each step.
When we enter my room, I carry Rebecca over to the bed. Tugging the covers back, I then place her on the bed. For the first time, she moans and turns on her side with her arm dangling over the bed. I chuckle and shake my head.
I need a shower. It’s been days since I’ve been able to have a good shower and relax. I would love to pass out beside Rebecca, but I need to wash away the shit we’ve been through in the last two weeks first.
My fists tighten at my sides just thinking about those young women and men. I wish we could go back and kill those guys again. There is a lot of fucked up shit you can do, but to traffic humans. Young girls and boys at that. Some of the ones we rescued were just barely adults if that.
I know Nathan Briggs has a lot better life planned for them. I’m proud to be a part of helping with that. I’ll have to check on John in a few days to see where his head is.
He did great. One of the woman, she was one of the older ones, around Bean’s age. I think she may have put up a fight before we arrived, and from the looks of it, she was on the losing end.
She wouldn’t let anyone get next to her. Johnathan was able to get through to her, but that shit wasn’t pretty. Things like that can fuck with your head. John has had his own thing going on already. I just want to make sure my little brother isn’t bottling up too much. I’m used to that type of thing from John, which makes me think of Toby. I’ll need to talk to him soon as well. Now he is acting out of character all together.
I strip down and climb into the shower. I let the hot spray wash all of my thoughts away for tonight. The one thought that remains is that I finally have Rebecca tucked away in my bed. I lean my tire head against the shower wall and smile. Finally!
~B~
Bean
I pull a face and frown as something wet moves over my hand. My eyes flutter a little, but I don’t open them. That is until I feel the same wet sponge on my face. I frown and open my eyes to see big grey-blue eyes staring back at me.
It takes my brain a moment to catch up to the fact that I’m staring into the eyes of a dog and the heavy panting is coming from said dog. Beans? Oh shit, he’s huge.
“Oh my God, Beans?” I say out loud and reach to pet his large head. I do the math in my head, he was two months old when I first saw him, so he has to be like ten months old now. “Wow, what’s your daddy feeding you? Who’s a big boy, who’s a big boy.”
Beans barks excitedly and moves closer to place his head on the bed. He ends up with half his head on the bed and half on me. I really can’t believe how big he has gotten.
“Wow, you’re such a good boy, did you miss me,” I coo as I rub his back.
“He really did,” I hear come from the other side of the room.
I turn to find Noah in the bathroom doorway. He is leaning against the doorjamb with his head and shoulder. His thick, dark, damp hair falls down around his shoulders and face.
A towel is around his waist and beads of water are traveling down the panels of his hard-chiseled chest. He looks tired, but sexy as hell. I swallow hard as my lips part. I feel my nipples pebble and watch as Noah turns his attention to my breasts.
It is then that I realize I’m in his bedroom, in his bed, and only in the bra I had on before I passed out earlier tonight. I reach for the sheet and pull it up to cover me as I bite my lips. Noah’s eyes move slowly back up to my face.
I look back at Beans, who has his head resting in my lap, for anything to distract me. I didn’t expect to wake up in his bed. I give a side glance at the end table on his side of the bed and smirk. The picture of us is still there.
“I thought you said you were going to take me home,” I murmur not finding anything else to say.
I look up when he doesn’t reply. He is staring at me intently. He shoves off the doorjamb and walks towards the bed. Noah tugs at the towel around his waist and lets it fall to the floor as he reaches the bed. My mouth falls open as his manhood comes into view, but my view is much too brief.
Noah pulls back the covers and slips beneath the sheets. His big arm reaches out and wraps around my waist, pulling me to him. He untangles the sheet wrapped around my body and tugs it out of the way. His warm hand settles on my side, right under my breast.
“I did bring you home,” he says as his golden eyes drill into me.
“I…I mean I thought you were taking me to my place,” I whisper.
“This has been your place since I bought it. This was the one that made your face light up. You told me what you thought I wanted to hear about the ones I liked, but this house…I watched your face glow. I knew it was the one. The one I would make your home someday. It was just a dream then, but now, I plan to make both our dreams come true,” he says just before he presses his lips to mine.
I reach to nervously wrap my arm around his damn back. Noah groans and deepens the kiss. I try to wiggle c
loser to him, but he breaks the kiss all too soon. Noah presses his head to my temple and runs his thumb over my jaw.
“I’m exhausted, Baby. As bad as I want you, it wouldn’t be fair to either of us,” Noah settles on his back and pulls me onto his chest. His fingers daftly unfasten my bra, pulling it from my arms before he tosses it over the side of the bed. I feel the bed dip as Beans jumps up and settles at our feet. “Don’t get used to this, Boy,” Noah grumbles at Beans, who ignores him. Noah then says to me. “Tonight, I get to hold you in more than my dreams. Tomorrow, I brand you as mine.”
His words are spoken sleepily into my hair, but they send a delicious shiver down my spine. With a goofy smile on my face, I toss my leg over his and relish the feel of his powerful body underneath mine. Noah’s warm fingers rub up and down my spine until his breathing evens out with sleep and I follow contently, seconds after.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dirty Talk
Bean
I wake up hot and sweaty. I lift my head and blink, remembering my surroundings. I smirk to myself as it all comes back to me. Noah is like an inferno beneath me. His strong arm is wrapped around me and he is sleeping deeply.
He looks so peaceful in his sleep. His face looks so much younger, not that Noah looks old. His beard sometimes gives him an older look than Wyatt, but there is something in Noah’s eyes that gives him a boyish look. Something that speaks of the big teddy bear he is.
However, now in his sleep all age fades away and he just looks peaceful. It has been a long time since I’ve seen this look on him. I let my eyes travel lower to his chest. He is just perfection. Noah’s chest is hairless but when you get to his belly button a silky trail of hair starts moving down toward his nether region.
The sheet is blocking my view of what lies beneath the sheet, but not by much, at least I don’t think. I was mostly shocked that he dropped his towel in front of me last night. I didn’t really get to see much in the dim room. I lick my lips and contemplate lifting the sheet to take a peek. I reach out, but chicken out and giggle at myself.