Branded Wings

by S. I. Hayes

  “Babe? When did you let a mountain lion run amok in the truck?” she asked curiously.

  “What are you talking about?” He reached behind himself. “What the fuck man! Sig, what did you do to my seats?”

  “Huh? Me?” I looked at him in the mirror as we turned off toward the townhouse. “Why’s it gotta be me?”

  “Because the seats were fine before you took your new girlfriend ho—Aww really Sig, in my back seat?” He tried to stand up as Ryane cocked her head then doubled over laughing.

  “Well, at least you finally got some! Damn, girl has got some claws on her though, she tore the leather down to the metal in a few spots. What the Hell did you do to her and can you teach it to Keegan?”

  I couldn’t contain my wide smile as we pulled up to the townhouse. “We’ve all got our talents.” I clicked my tongue against my teeth.

  FOURTEEN HOURS, AND all of them occupied by the memory of her taste on my tongue, leaving me with a semi all day that just wouldn’t give up. I had dropped them off at the townhouse and went back to Samuel’s. Apparently as Deviant Class Rep, I had to allocate all funds from the treasury to pay for the Meet and Greet and I was responsible for doing the bookkeeping for the money raised from the door charge and the games. It took all day just to figure out how to use the system. Then there was counting all that cash. I had enough to plan a small trip to Europe. Boy, the Deviant Class could drink.

  I lay in bed alone, unable to sleep, tossing this way and that. Every time I closed my eyes, I got flashes of Aella’s body writhing under or on top of me. I’d already rubbed one out in the shower, but I was hard again. Having a dick was great except when it was awake and you wanted to sleep. I reached over, grabbing my phone and scrolled through it, finding her number. She’d put in her name and a little heart. Followed by x’s and o’s, it was adorable. It was two in the morning, I reasoned she was sound asleep. Suddenly the thing vibrated like it was possessed, making me toss it as it scared the Hell out of me. I sat up in the dark. I had a text message. I grabbed my phone from between my legs and was looking at a little winking face, with Aella’s name and number attached to it. I immediately hit the call button.

  “Hello?” she answered with a lyrical little laugh. “I didn’t wake you up did I?”

  “Nope, I was up...” I felt a flutter in my chest and didn’t know what to do with it.

  “Oh yeah, doing what?”

  “Honestly? I was thinking about calling you.”

  “Really? That’s weird. I apologize if I’m talking thirty miles an hour, I’m hopped up on coffee, it was a long night, we had a live band and they ran us like dogs. So I was slurping down light roast like it was going out of style.” The way she was talking I could picture her pacing the floor, if her breathing had any merit, I’d say I was right too.

  “Sounds like you need to run off the extra energy,” I asserted, my mind drifting debaucherously. “So what made you text me?”

  “I, well, honestly, I didn’t think you’d be awake, besides, I don’t really know anyone else, aside from Collette and Greisen, and they are certainly not going to take a call from me in the middle of the night. Then I thought, well maybe Siegfried, I’d like to talk to him.”

  “It’s nice to be thought of.”

  “Mm hm. Fuck, I can’t sit still.”

  “Have you tried a long hot bath? That usually relaxes me.”

  “Can’t, no tub here. I share the showers with a couple other girls on the floor. Which completely sucks cuz a long hot bath sounds scrumptious right now.”

  “Well, I’ve got a tub big enough for two and I don’t mind sharing.”

  She got quiet, but I could hear her breathing on the other end, like the wheels in her head were still turning.

  “Why did you wanna call me?” she finally asked. Okay, so she didn’t want to flirt. I noted the rejection. Moving on.

  “I couldn’t sleep.”

  “What was keeping you up?”

  I swear I could hear her smirk. “Thinking about you actually... Okay, that sounded less creepy stalker in my head.” I laughed awkwardly, smacking myself in the head. Stupid, stupid. She’s a good girl, you’re not going to goad her into anything sordid.

  I could hear her muffled chuckle; she must have covered the mic. “You still there?”

  “Yeah, I’m here. What were you thinking about, because I haven’t stopped thinking about being in the Jeep, like at all?”

  I smiled. “I’d thought about that too.” My cock was getting painfully hard, between the reminder and her breathy little voice, I was now wide awake. I adjusted, trying to calm him down, but he was not paying my directions any mind. “And other things.”

  “Really? Like what?” She seemed to be relaxing.

  “Like what are you wearing right now?”

  She giggled. “Did you really just ask me that?”

  “Yeah, I think I did.”

  “Just that T-shirt you gave me and my panties.”

  “Hmm. What color are they?” I rubbed my cock, I couldn’t leave it in its present state.

  “Oh, my God...” she whispered. “They’re pink with little lace details.

  I groaned slightly. “I’d love to tease you out of them.”

  “Would you, now?” I could hear the mischief in her tone. “I might like that.”

  “I’d like to bury my face in you again and make you shiver.”

  “I know I’d like that.” Her tone dropped. “Are we actually going to do this? Over the phone I mean?”

  “Well, if I can’t be there... I’ve been hard most of the day with the taste of you lingering on my mind.”

  “Are you hard now?”

  “So hard... Mmm, just imagining having my hands on you again has him twitching and happy.”

  Another little laugh. “I don’t know what to say...”

  “Okay, how about this, go over to your bed, put me on speaker or better yet put in your headset, and let me do the talking. This way your hands are free to roam. How does that sound?”

  “Intriguing.”

  While I was listening to her fumble around, I slipped a condom on for easy cleanup after. The bed squeaked as she climbed into it and settled.

  “Okay, I have my headset on, now what?”

  “Listen to the sound of my voice, and do what I tell you to.”

  She let out a soft sigh. “I think I can do that.”

  “First things first, I want you to wiggle out of those pretty little pink panties and take off the T-shirt for me.”

  There was some movement on the other end and I could imagine her peeling off her clothes and laying bare on my bed, her knees pulled up, trying to hide in her own skin. I rubbed my cock harder, rolling my fingers over the top of my piercing.

  “I’m naked as a babe,” Aella purred. “My nipples are already getting hard.”

  “Nice... Run your fingertips across them, lightly, get them to stand high.”

  “Mmm... I like that.”

  “Imagine me grabbing them, taking them into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue, teasing them with my teeth.” More sounds of approval from her end. “I kiss you deeply, my nails raking down your bare abdomen. Fingers finding you. Are you wet for me?”

  “A little.”

  “Okay, take your middle fingers into your mouth, get them nice and wet, then find your clit for me.”

  I could hear her sucking her fingers and I groaned as my cock jumped, my balls getting that heavy feeling. I grasped my cock low, I needed to prolong this for her sake. It had been so long since I’d actually been with a woman, I needed to work on my hang time.

  She started to moan quietly. “That’s it, tight little circles around that hard nub.”

  “I’m getting wetter,” she managed. I could almost hear her biting that bottom lip of hers.

  “That’s good, press those two fingers down, lifting your knees off the bed. Feel your opening, and give a gentle push. Wiggle those little fingers and get them inside you.” />
  She gasped, her breathing increased. “Oh... that feels wonderful.”

  I stroked faster, pumping against my hand. “I want you to pull them in and out, up against your inside walls. Curl your fingers some.”

  “Oh, Gods...” She began to pant.

  “You like that? You want more?”

  “Oh, please. I- can’t possibly.”

  “Rub your tits with your free hand, imaging me there with you. My hard throbbing cock ready to worship you. Pull your fingers out, and rub three of them up and down your slit.”

  “Three?” I could hear the trepidation in her quivering voice.

  “You can take it. I promise you. Just try... For me?”

  “O- O-kay.”

  “Rub those fingers up and down. Just like I told you, get them good and slippery. Now close those eyes, imagine my cock tapping against you, working slowly inside, I go easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Little gasps, followed by a deep, throaty grunt. “Ugh, I feel so full.”

  “Yes, I’ll fill you up, and pump down into you. Lifting your legs, as I rock against your insides. How does it feel?”

  “Oh, fuck. I can feel my muscles wrapped around you. My body feels like it’s on fire.”

  I rubbed my cock faster in long strokes as she spoke. “Yes, that’s me buried balls deep in your tight little pussy.”

  “Fuck,” she murmured, followed by a series of little whimpers. She was coming right there on the phone. The sound and my imagination took me over the hump, and I came hard, almost losing the condom.

  I shook with a happy grin, listening as her breathing came down.

  “Oh. More... I need more of that.” She was breathless in her demand. “Did you?”

  I nodded, then realized she couldn’t hear that. “Yeah, baby. You make me come hard... How do you feel now?”

  “Mmm, so relaxed, but aching for more.”

  “I know... But we have plenty of time. Right now you should go to sleep. You have work in a few hours.”

  “Come see me on my break?”

  “When?”

  “Whenever you show up.”

  “I think I can do that, good night.”

  “Good morning actually.” She laughed. “It’s almost four thirty.”

  “So it is... Good morning then. I’ll see you later?”

  “You had better.”

  She hung up and I got out of bed to clean up. I was starting to understand why Keegan was always with Ryane. There was something about Aella that made me want to be near her at all times. I couldn’t even go a day, and I hadn’t even slept with her, I was in trouble.

  Chapter 49 Ryane

  “SOMEONE’S IN AN AWFULLY chipper mood this morning,” I cracked, hanging over the back of my couch, trying to see what Sig was texting. His fingers flew across the phone screen and a large smile took up most of his face. “Who are you talking to?” I reached for the phone playfully and he hopped forward to keep it from me.

  “It’s nothing,” he insisted, holding the phone up out of my tiny frames reach.

  “Nothing eh?” Keegan quipped, snatching the phone. “Let’s see this nothing.” He turned from Sig as he tried to get it back.”

  “Hey, C’mon don’t I get any privacy?” He grabbed Keegan by the middle, grabbing for the phone.

  “Oh? I see what’s got you smiling like an idiot... “Last night was hot as Hell, can’t wait to see you... It’s from Aella...” Keegan laughed. “What should his response be I wonder?”

  “Keegan, don’t you dare!” Smoke was pluming from his mouth as they battled over the little electronic device.

  “Keegan, give it back to him!” I insisted, chuckling. The two of them could be so juvenile at times.

  “It was hot, but nothing’s hotter than your ass in those tight jeans, or better yet, your huge rack in my hands...”

  “Fuck man, don’t-“ Sig punched Keegan in the ribs and Keegan let the phone drop. It bounced off the floor and onto the rug. They scrambled for it, but Sig got to it first, kicking Keegan in the shin. “Please tell me that didn’t send!” He pulled up the text messages and sighed with relief as Keegan laughed hysterically.

  “I’d never actually send something like that, man I had you going.”

  “What you had was almost a concussion.”

  “What did he write?” I asked, covering my laugh with my hand.

  “Just I miss you.”

  “Aww, that’s adorable.”

  “That’s Sig.” Keegan rubbed his leg and his side. “So you got it bad, obviously.”

  Sig half smiled. “I don’t know what I got, but I’m liking it so far.”

  “Are you guys dating now?” I asked, pouring some coffee. I didn’t know her, but I knew the company she kept, so I wasn’t sure what I thought.

  “I- Let’s say we’re exploring.”

  “Exploring? Okay...”

  “I invited her to come with us to New York. I hope that’s okay, Boss.” He turned to Keegan, who was still on the floor.

  “The more the merrier.”

  “Is Gage coming?” I asked, thinking that I hadn’t really seen much of him the last day or so. Not since that spectacle I had made of myself at Alabaster Hall.

  “He’s on lock down, full moon,” Keegan offered as I handed him his coffee.

  I nodded, looking over at Sig who was back to smiling like a damned fool. Keegan chuckled as I grinned. I think he was as happy as I was to see such a happy Dragon.

  “I think this is gonna be good for him.” I leaned against Keegan and he wrapped his arm around me.

  “Yup, just so long as he does as he’s told to.”

  “Huh?”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Later. Okay?”

  “Hey, listen, are you two good for a couple hours?” Sig chirped, sliding his phone into his pocket and grabbing his truck keys.

  “Sure. What’s up?” I asked with a curious brow raise.

  “I- Well, I was gonna go see Aella on her break, actually.”

  “Over at that little shop that makes the good coffee? Can we come?”

  “I-guess, it’s just...“ he stopped, running his hands through his hair.

  “Please?” I begged, trotting over to him, my hands in mock prayer with a dip of my knees.

  He laughed. “Okay, fine. Just make sure he behaves or I will set him on fire.”

  “Sig, now why would you think I would do anything to embarrass you? It’s not like you two didn’t cost me a grand in seat repairs or anything like that.”

  “Shush. Now, the both of you,” I commanded and they dropped their heads like the good little boys they could occasionally be. “That’s better, now I’m going to go get dressed and then we can go. Understood?”

  “Yes” they answered me together in pouty little voices. I swear they could communicate via telepathy and planned these things.

  Chapter 50 Aella

  “YEAH, I GOT YOU SWEETS. That’s a large cappa, two regs, a double shot, a skinny and sweet, two carrots, a tiramisu, and a cherry cheese. Anything else?” I was on a roll, hopping from table to table, taking orders and just skipping along. Since I told all my orders to the phone to relay to George at the counter I was able to flirt with Siegfried most of the day. Knowing he was on his way had me double timing it so I could break out early and just leave, rather than finish the shift.

  When I got to the counter my orders were already coming up. I loved the way this placed worked. The walkie-talkie apps on the phones were fucking awesome, we were all glad that Henry discovered them. Henry was one of the counter guys, a nice kid, only seventeen, so we didn’t usually see him during the week, but he busted hump on the weekends. George was the store manager. All dreadlocks and tie-dye. He looked like a 1960’s throwback you’d see in a history book. He was good people though as people went. Hired me, knowing what I was and didn’t bat an eyelash the first time broke a dish and went all scales. He just offered me a joint and said, “Relax pretty mama, you can do
this.”

  Like I said, good people.

  “Hey Aella?” Tommy, the other fella behind the counter, called out to me as I grabbed up my order, making my head spin in his direction.

  “Yeah?” I shuffled the order around to carry better.

  “When you are done there, could you gimmie a hand with the crates?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Gimmie a hand,” was his code for standing there while I unloaded the truck. Little shit was such a weakling, if he wasn’t the big boss’s son, I think we all would have smacked the shit out of him by now. His appearance also meant my leaving early was a moot conversation. The bastard just had to show up today.

  “Yeah, just as soon as I finish up with this next table, Tommy.” I looked down to see three men crammed into the booth at the window. Two broken noses and one arm in a sling, all with eyes that blazed at me.

  “Um...” I cleared my throat quietly, looking back to George and the rest of the room quickly. I could feel the danger in the air.

  I heard a thud on the table as I stepped back, catching me off balance, a gun was pointed at me from its height. “Easy there, bitch,” one of them slurred, alcohol tinged his breath. So he was not only a coward, but a drunken one at that.

  “I don’t want any trouble.” I froze, I didn’t want to see anyone get hurt, but I kept my finger on my phone, opening the line so the kitchen could hear what was going on. I wasn’t stupid.

  “That’s good, we are gonna walk right out of here, the four of us, and have a little party. Got it?”

  The two with him were laughing as they looked me up and down. No fucking way they were touching me, but I would do what I had to do to get them out of the Groove Brew.

  “I can’t just walk out, but I can take my break. Will that satisfy you for now?”

  They agreed with Neanderthal grunts.

  “George, I’m gonna take that break!” I called out over the shop. The sound echoed and these guys noticed when the talkie backfired. Then George came, trying to be my savior with a baseball bat. The guy with the gun pulled the trigger, and I jumped right out in front of it, knocking George to the ground. The men gasped as I coughed, wiping at the smoke and bit of fire on my clothes from the close range hit.