by Brair Lake
‘Good.’
‘And worry.’
‘You worry about me.’
‘All the time. I want you and Charlie to live with me. I want Burntwood Creek to be a safe place for my son to grow up in. I want you to be able to leave the club without having to look over your shoulder. I want Charlie to know his family. To know Aunt Harriot.’
‘What about Emmi.’
‘I’m not going to deny Emmi’s a part of me. I loved her, Sugar. But she’s dead, and I need to put her, and my family to peace. And the only way to do that, is to destroy her family.’
‘So you’re not going to give up on this vendetta.’
‘No, especially as it’s nearly over.’
‘I love you Sundance, and I love my son. And at the moment he’s the one I have to think about.’
‘We can do this better together - As a family.’
‘I want to believe you, Sundance – it’s just- I don’t know.’
‘If I told you I loved you. Would you come back to Burntwood Creek.’
‘If you meant it. I might.’
‘And what do I have to do to prove to you, I love you.’
‘Tell me.’
‘That simple.’
‘Yes.’
‘And you’ll come back to Burntwood Creek.’
‘Shit, Sundance, that sounds like blackmail.’
‘Do you remember the first night we met.’
Sugar Jay smiles as her fingers trail along the back of the sofa and I want those fingers stroking my flesh.
‘I’m not likely to forget. You sent my stomach on the rollercoaster of its life.’
‘Yeah. You did the same to me. I knew you were trouble. Shit, I bet the last of couple months have been heaven for Bastion.’
‘He’s in love.’
This made me smile. Bastion is a grumpy old man.
‘There’s not a fool on this planet to take that man on.’
‘She’s not making it easy for him.’
‘What about us Sugar Jay. Are you willing to take me on?’
Sugar Jay watches me, and my breath refuses to leave my throat.
‘Warts and all.’
‘And I’ve plenty of warts, Sugar.’
‘Tell me you love, Sundance.’
‘I’d rather show you.’
‘Later – But I want to hear the words.’
‘Do you need them.’
Sugar nod, her upper lip pulled between her teeth.
‘Every girl needs them.’
‘You make me break promises Sugar Jay.’
‘Some promises are made to be broken. You are allowed to love more than once in your life.’
‘I’ve made new promises Sugar. I promise to protect you and Charlie and I will. I promised my family, and Emmi that I’ll destroy the Brody’s. Both those promises are entwined and they are promises I aim to keep. There’s only one promise I’m going to break, and that’s the promise I made myself.’
Sugar Jay is in my arms. As she watched me from across the room, I have slowly made my way over to her, and although her body is stiff against mine, she isn’t making any attempt to break free.
‘I love you Sugar. I think I have from the moment I first touched you. I once told you, you scared me. And you do. You make me feel Sugar. You make me see things I don’t want to see. Tell me you’ll come home. Because Burntwood Creek is where home is.’
Her body turns into my mine as her lips touch mine briefly, then she’s stepping back, and my heart stops beating.
‘I’m glad you can feel again, and I’m glad I was the one that made you this way. Kiss me Sundance.’
Chapter 32
Sunlight streams through the window and a familiar heat swamps me. The only sound I hear, is that of Sundance as his breath warms my neck. His hand lay against my stomach and my fingers twine with his. As I lay there, his body stirs, and I roll over to look at him. His eyes are on me, warming me, and I reach up to his lips. He tastes of morning, and a moan escapes me when his other hand strokes my thigh.
‘Are you coming back to Burntwood Creek.’
I don’t want to talk. I know Sundance loves me. But I’m still unsure if I want to return to his life. Bastion and the other River Demons have always protected me. Kept me out of their business. With Sundance, I’m closer. I know what he’s been through.
‘Let’s spend a few days here.’
‘I’m needed back home Sugar. We need to know what happened to Maggie.’
‘What do you mean – What’s happened to her?’
‘Her body was found.’
I roll from Sundance’s hold to sit up, grabbing the sheet as I wrap it around my body.’
‘She’s dead?’
A shiver runs down my spine when Sundance fingers glide over my back. His lips fluttering over my shoulder blade, and a deep sigh escapes me. ‘How.’
‘We don’t know.’
I wanted Maggie dead for what she put my son through. Yet now that she is. I feel hollow. There’s none of the satisfaction I thought I would find at her death.
‘Did you…’
‘No.’
‘The violence has to end Sundance.’
His lips suckle my neck, and I lean into his body. His hands hug my arms. I want to melt into him. To fade away.
‘We didn’t want the violence Sugar. We were happy to destroy the Brody’s without it. Fuck, they were the ones who changed the game the moment they kidnapped Charlie.’
‘Kiss me Sundance. Let’s forget about Burntwood Creek, Devil’s Comfort and the Brody’s’
‘I can get down with that.’
The mattress sinks beneath me when Sundance pushes my body flat. His lips on mine. The kiss is deep as he thrust’s his tongue into my mouth. His fingers firm in my hair and I match him. Thrust for thrust. He’s spent the night satisfying my body and now in my old bedroom, on the pink sheets beneath the satin pink duvet he continues to love me.
His lips slide to my throat and a moan escapes me. My body comes to life as the blood pulses through me. The heat between my legs grows when Sundance cups my tits. His fingers tug on the nub and I thrust my hips up to his. My groans turn louder as he rubs his hard cock against my lower body and I arch into his touch when his mouth finds the ends of my tit. His fingers play with me as they squeeze and mold the flesh.
‘Fuck Sundance – I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.’
His chuckle vibrates against my hard nub, warming me.
‘Oh fuck, Sundance.’
Teeth tug and nip the hard bud as his finger and thumb pinch the other nipple. My whimper of protest is loud when he diverts his attention from my tits to my stomach. His tongue swirling over the skin. His teeth pull at my flesh and my hips arch up to his. His flesh is just as hot as mine. My legs wrap around his neck when his tongue begins to stroke the tender flesh of my pussy. I quiver and a harsh whimper escapes me when his tongue grazes against the throbbing nub of my clit.
‘Fuck.’
My body jerks when he tugs on the nub, sucking it into his mouth. My throat closes as I gasp for air.
‘More Sundance. – Shit I love your mouth.’
Sundance’s chuckle shoots through my body and my legs clasp tighter against his head as I push against him. My pussy clenches. I crave for more. I want Sundance in me.
‘Now, Sundance.’
He continues to lick my clit as my fingers curl into the sheets in my attempt to hold back the orgasm building up in me.
‘Are you going to cum for me Sugar.’
‘No.’
My fingers ache as I clutch onto the sheets. My pussy throbs as I clench their muscles, and I taste blood when I bite on to my bottom lip. Sundance is ruthless with his tongue whilst he strokes me. The tip teases my opening as my feet dig into his back.
His chuckle should have warned me, instead it warms me. He’s left my pussy and now his mouth, and tongue are working their way back up my body. He skips my tits as he homes straight for m
y lips, and my mouth opens. Welcoming his tongue when he plunges into me. My body jolts as Sundance thrust his finger into my pussy. My gasp is loud as I clasp onto the surging finger. This is no gentle finger fuck.
Sundance rakes the tip of his fingers over my inner muscle. His thumb flickers against my aching clit and as the blood is builds up in my body I twist beneath him.
‘Cum for me Sugar.’
‘No.’
‘Open your mouth, Sugar.’
I bite harder on to my lip. My body is throbbing and I know it’ll not be long before I collapse as my world spins. With a shake of my head, I turn away from Sundance. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
‘Cum, Sugar. We’ve all day to do this again and again.’
‘In me. I want your cock in me when I cum.’
‘Later.’
Sundance’s fingers plunge in deeper, his thrusts harsher as he presses against my burning clit.
‘I hate you.’
‘I know. And you hate everything I do to your body. You hate how I bring you alive. You hate how my fingers teases you. You hate it when I bring you to climax. Hate me Sugar and fly.’
‘Fuck.’
My pussy is stretched. I’d been too busy listening to Sundance to notice him settling in between my legs. It wasn’t until he surges deep into me in one thrust, I realize what his intentions were.
‘Move.’
‘Soon Sugar. I’m enjoying you wrapped around my cock. Fuck. You’re still so tight.’
‘Pelvic thrusts.’
‘What?’
Sundance’s chuckle against my neck, warms me, and I turn to face him. To kiss him.
‘Pelvic thrusts every day. They keep me toned. The doctor recommended them after Charlie was born.
Sundance thrust as his mouth latches on to mine, and my fingers curl into his hair. Each time he plunges, I thrust up. Eagerly meeting each surge, he makes.
‘Fuck Sundance – I’m not going to last.’
His lips leave mine to suckle on the flesh of my throat. His teeth nipping the skin.
‘Good – Because neither am I.’
Sundance’s thumb brushes against my clit as I clamp around his cock. My breathing is harsh as my thighs tighten.
‘Fuck.’
My chest is still heaving when I open my eyes. Sundance is no longer inside me. His touch is gentle as he cleans me and I smile.
‘I love you.’
Sundance stands as he drops the cloth on to the floor. He’s naked, and my gaze falls to his cock. He’s just climaxed and already his cock is growing thick, bouncing as he studies me.
‘This is the last time I’m asking Sugar Jay. Will you come back to Burntwood Creek?’
‘Yes.’
‘There’s no going back once we return.’
Sundance sat on the edge of the bed. My hand in his, and I rub my thumb over his palm. The I smile.
‘No turning back.’
‘No matter how dirty things become.’
Blue eyes bore into me, and I see the boy he must have been. The sheet drops from my body as I sit up. Sundance still has a grip of my hand and I look at the flesh before locking gazes with him.
‘You’re stuck with me. And they’ll be no more running.’
I look around my bedroom. I’ve outgrown the pink and the frills. Now I want leather and denim.
Epilogue
The sweat rolls off his body, and as I hide in the shadows, I continue to watch Trax throw his punches at the heavy large black ball. My tongue ran over my lips as his lithe body bounces and twist. There’s only Trax and I in the gym. This is how it is most mornings. The others wouldn’t rise until after five. That’s the time I’m usually rolling into my bed after a night in Nightshades.
I don’t mind the work in Nightshades. Working for Trax and Devil’s Comfort was easy after working for Sam Brody. Here at Devil’s Comfort, my room is my room and no one enters unless I invite them. I no longer need to lock the door. Now I sleep with the window open, when at one time I always kept it locked.
My gaze falls to Trax’s waist as I watch him strip himself free of his shorts. This is our morning ritual, and I watch the muscles of his ass clench. My tongue flickers as I imagine licking the taunt flesh, and I wonder what it would be like, to lie beneath him as he thrust into me. I close my eyes. That was never going to happen. Trax is forbidden. Not because he’s my stepbrother. Because he’s a man. A dangerous man. He’s not mean or evil like Sam and Minty. Yet, there’s an aura about him that warns me to stay away from him.
‘Are you going to watch or join me in the shower.’
I smile, I don’t know why I hide when I come to the gym to watch him, but I do. As I step further into the room, my fingers curl, and my hands become clammy. A naked Trax is facing me, and his cock is hard. The veins pulsing as it bounces.
What would Trax do, if I took him up on his offer. Usually by this stage I’ve run from the room without saying anything. My pulse throbs and my blood roars in my head. I don’t know what has gotten into me. Maybe it’s watching Crabby with Apple-Pie or Sundance and Sugar Jay.
Trax’s blue eyes watch me as I move closer. He isn’t doing anything to cover himself up. His smile should have had me running. But it doesn’t.
‘Did you know it was me.’
My eyes close as Trax brushes the hair away from my face and I lean into his palm. I’m indulging myself this morning. Fuck I’m more tired than I realized.
‘From the first morning, Layla.’
Until several months ago, Trax is the stepbrother I never knew I had. Crow and I have a lot to thank him for. For taking us away from the house of hell.
‘You know we can’t do this.’
Trax leans into me. His lips brush against my forehead and I hold my breath as I wait. I haven’t been this close or alone with a man for nearly ten years.
‘We don’t share blood Layla – We’ll not be breaking any laws.’
‘No.’
When I inhale, his scent mixed with sweat assaults me. It would only take a fraction for my head to turn. For our lips to meet. One kiss. Trax’s arms circle my body. His fingers trailing over my spine, and my knees wobble. I hate it when my knees turn to rubber and my stomach dips. I need control.
‘No!’
This time there’s conviction in my voice as I break out of his hold. ‘You know the rules Trax. They were laid down before I agreed to come and work for you.’
‘Rules are meant to be broken.’
‘I thought they were meant to be bent.’
‘Have you ever broken any rules Layla.’
As I shake my head, I remember the day I had come home from school. Crow was just coming out of my room. A screwdriver in his hand. When I stepped through the door. A lock had been fitted.
‘Once. And you know how high the price had been.’
‘If you’re not going to join me in the shower. You’d best go run to your lonely bed.’
Trax slaps my ass as he turns, and my pussy tingles.
‘Trax.’
‘Yeah.’
‘It’s best if we just stay friends.’
Trax doesn’t answer as he disappears behind the door and I wait, listening to the water. I could be in there with him. Enjoying his touch. Instead I’m out here. Too afraid to do anything about the ache in my body.
Layla-Kay get a hold of yourself. So what if rules can be broken. Promise can’t. As I retrieve the abandoned shorts, a noise behind me catches my attention.
‘Crow – How long were you standing there?’
‘Not long.’
As I brush past my younger brother, he grabs my arm.
‘Let me go.’
‘Layla – Be careful.’
‘What do you think I’m going to do.’
‘I’ve seen how you watch him.’
After breaking free of Crow’s grasp I step back, and laugh. Even to me, the sound which echoes around the room is hollow.
‘He’s playing with me Cr
ow. You and I both know that.’
My gaze shifts back to the shower room. The door lay ajar and I can hear the sound of running water. My heart skips when Crow speaks. ‘For someone who watches him all the time. How come you miss the looks he gives you.’
‘Come on. There’s stuff to do – Besides I’m not his type.’
‘Layla.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Be careful.’
Turning to Crow, I swing my arm into the crock of his.
‘I don’t need you to look after me anymore.’
*******
Now I’m the one to spy on Layla, and I smile as her body stretches as she places the clean glasses on the top shelf. My gaze drops to the pert round ass and my cock throbs as I wonder what it would be like to be in her pussy.
This morning in the gym, I had been close to having Layla beneath me. Shit, if Crow hadn’t turned up, Layla would have been in the shower taking care of me and the raging hard on she had given me. Each morning after she left, I would think about banning her from the gym. A notion which was swiftly dismissed. I enjoy those moments. Just the two of us. Normally when I make my invite, She runs, but not this morning. No, she had been sassy as she strode into the room. The black top she was wearing, molded to her body, and her tits had bounced and I had watched and waited to see if they would spill over the low scope of the neck. I can still taste the kiss we had exchanged. My gaze sweeps Nightshades. It’s empty and my smile deepens.
‘Pass me a beer.’
‘Fuck.’
Layla turns to face me, her blue eyes flashing. ‘You have to stop sneaking up on me, Trax.’
‘What about the beer.’
The beer lands none to gently. My smile growing as I grab Layla’s hand. Her flesh is soft against the callouses of mine.
‘Talk to me.’
‘I have stuff to do.’
‘I’m the boss. You can take a break.’
The sparkle in Layla’s eyes fade, and her hand becomes stiff in mine as she gives a slight tug. I tighten my hold.
‘Let go Trax.’
‘And if I don’t.’
‘Boss or not. I’ll scream.’
‘Are you a screamer Layla. I’d like that. You screaming as I plunge in your body.’
Layla’s hand goes limp when I continue to stroke the flesh. The slight tremor has me frowning and I look at her. She’s pale, and her breathing is erratic. Then I let go of her. Taking the bottle of beer, I swallow a large amount of the cold liquid.