by L Johnson
“How do you know?”
“I can't tell you.”
“You better start talking.” She snapped.
“I threatened her.” The truth was exposed. “I told her not to come around us anymore.”
“With what? What did you threaten her with?”
“A knife Cypress.”
“You pulled a knife on her?”
“Yes,” I paused. “I didn't know what else would work on her.
She burst into laughter. “I can't believe you did that to her. She must have been scared?”
“She was terrified. I just wanted her to go.”
“You know she could have you thrown in jail for that?”
“She wouldn't. I would kill her.”
“That shit scares me.” She touched her forehead. “You sound so sincere when you say that you will kill someone. That is not how it is supposed to go. You have anger issues.”
“I know.”
“Have you ever killed anyone?”
I leaned against the wall. “Do you want the truth?”
“Tell me everything you think I should know now.”
“I think about it frequently. But I have never killed anyone. If I wanted to kill someone I would just do it.” It was not entirely a lie. I had learned to control myself ever since Luther. The playing in the blood thing had been an overkill. I had to lay low. Unless I wanted to really spend the rest of my life behind bars.
“Don't… look its we now. We have a baby.”
“'You need to set up appointments and start your vitamins.”
“Don't just yet, please. Give me some time to get used to us again. We can't just hop on this ride with no ticket.”
“I love you Cypress. I can't take another night alone. I have been grieving and self-medicating trying to find a way to numb it. There is nothing that can heal the pain. I am sorry. I made you suffer and you didn't deserve it. You are more than right. I will do whatever I have to do to make sure that it never happens again. But I cannot take another night away from you.”
I touched her shoulder gently and she moved back “Lucas.”
“I'm sorry.” My voice pleaded with her. “Please I'm sorry.” I pressed my hands to my face. “Love me back.” I felt like there was nothing else in the world that I needed more than this. I needed her to love me back.
“Lucas.”
“Try please, I can't make my love for you die. I can't. I've tried everything to try and get over you and everything I do leads me back to you. I am better with you. I am in love with you. I want you. So you have to love me back.”
“I can't stop it.” Cypress yelled. “Do you not think that I love you back!” Her tiny hands collided with my chest and she pushed me away from her.
“Then show me…” I slapped my face. The sting of the pain was nothing compared to what I had been through without her. A kill wasn't even enough to make losing her okay. “I've been killing myself slowly for your touch. I just want you to touch me… Please.” My hands pleaded for me as the soothed her face caught her tears.
She turned her back towards me. “You cheated on me and I was there for you in every way.” “I know.”
I brought her close to me and the familiar scent of her overwhelmed me. My hands explored her body, remembering how everything used to be. My eyes closed and everything returned to the state of normalcy. I touched her through her leggings. My fingers traced her labia and her head fell back onto my shoulder. I turned her around to face me. “Never again, I swear.” I whispered.
“Okay,” her voice was breathy and lost in whatever was about to happen. I guided her to the bed, knocking everything to the floor and she laid back. It felt like everything was new to me again. I hadn't felt her beneath me in more than a month and I wanted to savor everything about her. “You are so beautiful.” I admired her smile and slid her leggings off and threw them to the ground.
“Lucas… tell me again.”
“You are beautiful.” I whispered. I slid my hands into her underwear, pushing a finger pass her lips into her fully. She was so tight. I sucked my finger and the taste of her was sweet. I pushed two fingers into her and look down on her as she bucked her hips off of the bed. My dick flinched at her reaction and I withdrew removing her shirt and releasing her breast. They were larger from the last time I had seen her.
“Your tits are huge.” I added with a smirk.
“I know they are like two huge balloons. Be careful… They're...”
I bit down on her nipple and watched her mouth form an O as she ran her fingers through my hair. I circled my tongue around the tip of her nipple lightly and relished in the moans that escaped from her. I gripped her other one and pinched it between my fingers. A sharp sigh escaped from her as she whispered a stream of profanity. I missed her dirty mouth. I slapped her thighs playfully and made my way to her mouth. Her tongue crashed into my mouth as our mouths locked together. She gripped my hair, sending a pleasurable pain down my back. “Did you miss me?”
“More than you will ever know.” She answered.
“Good.” I moaned. Her hands eagerly tried to set my dick free. I unbuckled my pants and pushed them to the floor. My dick ached to be inside of her. “I'll be gentle.”
“Don't be.” Cypress added.
I lifted her leg up and turned my head at her. “My wish is your command.” I pushed into her slowly. She was so tight there was a chance two strokes could get me there from anticipation. I relished the moment as her face went from calm to painstakingly filled with pleasure. I thrust into her slow grinding my hips deep into her. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the rooms and then her moans and shrieks of pleasure joined. She pulled my hair again and it added to the buildup that had started. I flipped her over so that she was on top and gripped her breast. She rotated her hips on me slowly anchoring herself in my chest and closed my eyes in pleasure. I loved the way she felt on me. She had total control, I was her slave and all she had to do was command me. Cypress had her eyes closed and her mouth open as she ground on me slowly rubbing her clit against me. I sat up with her still in my lap and placed my hands on her back. She gasped as I filled her deeper and pounded into her with no remorse.
She cloaked her arms around my neck and I couldn't stop. My strokes became longer and her pants came with each one. She was there. I could feel her whole body as it surrendered to me fully. I laid her back on the bed and anchored myself on my knees going deeper as she finally found her release and watched her come in a shrill scream as usual. A grin emerged on my face and I bit my lip. “I missed that sound.” I dove into her relentlessly the sweat that grazed her body now covered mine and we were filthy and I loved every second of. My back twitched at every entry of her until the tingle made its way to my dick and finally I came inside of her. I thrust into her a few more times getting everything that was left in me, out. And she watched with a goofy smile on her face. “What?”
“We just fucked on your teenager sister's bed.”
I laughed. “Yes, yes we did.” I nodded in amusement.
“She is going to kill us.”
“It's okay. I'll wash her sheets.”
“She's gonna burn them.”
“More than likely,” I agreed.
Chapter Sixteen
Asher
I had never had to face with anything of this magnitude in my life. For the first time it was confirmed that I was not who I thought I was and for some reason it hadn’t surprised me. I felt that I had been tossed into my life for the majority of it anyhow. But it was particularly hard because I had no one to fall on. Margot became distant. She refused to answer the phone and she had not responded to any texts in the last week. It baffled me to think that she could be mad at me. Margot acted as if she had received the news. I had reached the breaking point with her stubbornness. I just wanted my birth certificate and it was going to take an act of congress to even get that from her. So I stopped bothering her. I focused on the bigger issue ar
ound me. Whitney and I had met the end of the relationship. I feared my world would collapse.
“Are you still focused on Lucas?” Whitney was curled on the couch next to me. Her eyes focused on the television and her cold feet planted in my thigh.
“No,” I paused. “I mean I have nothing more to focus on really. My paper is basically done. It just needs to be fine-tuned and then it’s off to the professors.
“So is he out of your life?” She asked.
“No,” I turned a few pages in my book.
“Why is it so important that you are around him and what does he have over you that makes you hooked to him and Mark for that matter?”
“What do you want me to say Whitney?” I snapped. I had a shit ton on my plate and the last thing I wanted or needed was for her to hound me all things concerning my new found family.
“I want you to say that you are done chasing crazy.”
“I went to see Margot and she confirmed everything that I thought about the picture. It was me and I am his older brother and Mark coincidentally, is my older brother as well. For once I have some brothers and some family.”
“You have always had family.”
“I have always had someone who called me family. I have never had a real family. Margot spent so much time at that hospital and my dad spent so much time researching god knows what that I was alone. They never listened to me and they never pretended to care about what I was into. They were a filler.”
“A filler? Are you insane Margot worked all of those long hours at the hospital to make sure you had food on your table and roof over your head. And you can’t just drop them to be a part of a family that you barely know anything about. You have lost it.”
“You haven't even taken the real time to get to know him. Lucas is not bad and neither is Mark.”
“Yeah, I think it’s better that we no longer talk about it. I will never see your side and I don’t want to.” She picked her purse up from the table. “Who are we meeting here?”
“Mark, I figured it was time to tell him about it. He is better at breaking news to Lucas than me.”
“That's because they are the same kind of crazy.” She snapped. “I'll leave you two to whatever you are planning.”
“Thanks,” I responded.
“We'll talk tonight.”
Mark waved at Whitney as she turned to leave. “Hey Whitney, you look gorgeous today.”
“Thanks.” Whitney rolled her eyes as she made her way out of the door.
“Real ray of sunshine you have there,” Mark chuckled. “What's up Asher?”
“Not much,” I shook his hand and slid the picture over to him. He was cradled in Luna's arm's. Her beautiful blonde hair fell behind her ears as the tears seemed to roll in streams down her face. “That is you.”
“Bullshit.”
“And this is me.”
“Get the hell out of her man!” Mark smirked. “This shit is ridiculous.”
“Has your mom told you the story?”
“No,” Mark stared at the picture. “So this means that we are indeed brothers?”
“Yes.” I answered.
“And no one has told Lucas?”
“Not a soul, I kind of wanted you to tell him?”
Mark dropped the picture on the table. “Oh, you think that I should be the one to deliver that shit storm to him. I mean he seems to be in a good place. He has Cypress back and has he told you the news of the week.” he laughed.
“No, ever since she took him back I’ve seen him like twice a day and we usually don’t talk. I’ve started meditation with him. It seems to be working.”
“You will want to hear this news yourself. I was kind of shocked, but then not really. You can come too. Because I believe we are actually the older brothers and we should ban together. This can either piss him off or make him happy.”
“You think he will be happy?”
“Like I said there is no real way to know how he will act Asher; he tends to be unpredictable. But I want to know more about our parents. I don't care to know about he feels. I'm happy about this whole situation. It makes sense to me in a way as to the connection my mother had with Luna.”
“Did you ever get to meet her?”
“On a few occasions, mostly when she was dropping Lucas off to be with us for a while. He had a fucked up childhood. He was bounced between three homes constantly.” He touched my shoulder lightly, “Asher you aren't a bad guy and I think we'll be fine. You just worry too much.”
“I hope.”
“You'll be fine. How did your mom act?”
“Margot has not called me since. She won't answer the phone and she won't talk to me. I didn't think it was going to be like this. I would have just found out on my own.”
“Margot,” Mark nodded his head as he noticed that I didn't call her mom. “Is she mad?”
“She said that Declan was not a good guy.”
“I've researched. He was an enforcer for some pretty bad guys. But it' not important about him. This is about us defining who we are in this world. And a major part of that rest on who our family is…”
“Good.”
“We are going to Ireland in a few months and you should come. There is a guy named Callum there. He's Lucas' cousin, ours too apparently and he wants to meet us.”
“Why us?”
“I think that was Lucas' excuse so that we could go. He doesn't want to just go with Cypress, she’s pregnant and everything. He said that she has been an emotional wreck and he’s not too good at being kind to her.”
“So… is that the news you were hiding out? I had no idea that she was pregnant.” I laughed as he covered his mouth.
“Fuck it, yep. Lucas is about to be a father and he is scared shitless. I hate to say it, but it’s funny as hell.”
“I can imagine.”
“So are you down for Ireland? I think it will be nice to get out of the country and for once out of the hair of the feds. They have been a fucking tick for me.”
“I'll go.”
“Bring your ray of sunshine, I’m sure that she would love to meet the entire family.”
“Fuck you Mark.”
Cypress
Lucas apparently thought that being pregnant was an excuse to play driving Miss Daisy. He acted as if I was crippled. Lucas stared at me like I could break at any wrong movement. If I reached for something off the top of the refrigerator, he would scowl at me or move me entirely out of the way so that he could do it. He was overly affectionate and at first I enjoyed it, now I wanted everything to be normal. I wanted him to give me my space and for him to have his space as well. Not to mention he monitored everything that I was doing like I was constantly being babysat. I wanted to scream and punch him in the throat most days. Then there was Tracy, she demanded time with me because she said that she didn’t know enough about me. Never before had she tried to put in extra effort into knowing me, but throw a baby in the mix and I was the perfect daughter-in-law.
Sunday afternoons had gone from the normal being lazy on my couch with Lucas to mixing the biscuit batter with Lydia and Tracy. Then there was the part of me that still hated Lucas for cheating on me with that bitch. Even as I sat with them cooking I wanted to beat the shit out of her.
The spell with Persephone always hung in the air when he was around me. I wanted to know why he went to her and pound a million and one questions into his head but I couldn't. “I wonder why men cheat.” I mumbled aloud.
“Men are dumb.” Tracy answered simply. “And everyone makes mistakes. It's just that they learn a lesson from the mistake that they make. If it happens over and over again, it is a habit. If it happens once… it can be a lesson learned and then it ends up serving a purpose.”
“Never thought of it likes that.”
Tracy smiled, moving the mixture to the bowl and dashing a sprinkle of salt on it. “I heard about why you two took a break.”
“Yeah, it was the longest month of my life.”
“I can understand why you were. I would never expect that from Lucas, but he is man and men are unpredictable.”
“I wish that he would tell me why.”
“Have you ever considered that maybe he doesn't know why? Sometimes there isn't a reason.”
“Possibly.”
“There are some things about my son that I want you to know.”
“Okay.” I watched her as she flipped through her photo album. “You do know that we adopted him.”
“I know that. He talks about his biological mom so much.”
“Has he told you about his father?” Tracy asked.
“He hasn't told me much.” I smiled at her. “You knew him?”
“Yes, well actually, his mother and I were best friends. She went to school over in America for a while and then when we got older we spent every waking moment together. She came to California for college and she was a free bird. My mom liked her, but she had a way of making parents think the worst. Her hair was the prettiest of strawberry blonde and she had a laugh that could light up any room. We got to the campus and the first person we met was Declan Elledge. He was English as well and she was under his spell for the moment she heard his name. He seduced her with his brown eyes and his smile. His smile was alluring. Much like Lucas'. They started to date and they had this amazing connection and honestly, it reminded me of you two. There was not much that could keep them apart.”
I bit into my apple. “Yeah, I figured that it was from his father. He has charm that is just…. ridiculous.”
“Right, well it is definitely genetic. Anything that we say in here stays between you and because I haven't yet told them about it.” She paused and pulled a picture from her photo album. “She had Mark when she was 19 years old.”
I felt my jaw drop. “Mark?”
“Mark is her oldest son. His name on the original birth certificate read Marcus Declan Elledge. When she had him she decided to go ahead and put him up for adoption. I begged her to not be that person. So I took him. I raised him as my own.”
“Oh my God.” I gasped and stared at her.