Rapture (McKenzie Brothers)

by Lexi Buchanan

  Drying my tears with a new determination, I wrap the croissant in a napkin, shoving it in my bag with the loot I’d forgotten about before walking out of the bakery.

  Dashing back down the street towards Sebastian’s apartment, I would be lying if I said I’m not apprehensive as to what I’ll find, but I need to know for sure because something’s telling me to give him a chance. To let him explain.

  Hearing my cell ringing in my bag, I pull it free looking at the screen. Ramon.

  “Hey.” I stand outside Sebastian’s building because he’s told me once or twice that cell coverage in the lobby and elevators is nonexistent.

  “She set you up, Carla. Where are you?”

  I can hear the stress in his voice, but I can’t pull any words together.

  “Carla. Dammit. Gary is still out there. You shouldn’t be walking around alone, no matter what you think Sebastian’s doing. You should have called me. I’d have come and picked you up, and beat the crap out of my brother for being a dick.”

  “I’m sorry. I really wasn’t thinking and I’ve more or less realized it might not have been how it looked, so I’ve come back to his apartment. In fact, I’m standing outside right now.”

  I can hear his sigh of relief down the phone. “I’m on my way there, so let him know I should be there in about ten minutes, okay?”

  “Yeah.” We hang up as I push through the doors and notice the security guard has done a disappearing act.

  Pressing the call button for the elevator, I glance around again, but still no sign of the guard. I shrug and step inside, watching the doors close while wondering what the hell to say to Sebastian. Yeah, I should have trusted him, but he shouldn’t have been showering with ‘her’ in his apartment at the same time.

  If she won’t leave him alone then she’s going to have me to deal with in the future, because he’s mine. Right now I’m so pissed with myself for running instead of fighting. I was just too shocked at the time to think straight.

  Walking out of the elevator and towards Sebastian’s apartment, I freeze when I hear glass breaking from inside. Then shouting. Gary.

  I don’t think, I put the key in the lock and quietly make my way inside, leaving the door partially open for Ramon, who I hope gets here real quick.

  “Stop pissing me off. I’m not afraid to use this gun. I’ve used it before, but until my bitch of an ex gets here, you’re safe. I want her to watch you suffer, until she gives up where her brother is.”

  Oh God.

  “She doesn’t know where her brother is, you fucker.”

  Gary roars just before I hear something else breaking on the floor.

  With my shoes left at the door, I slide along the wall, closer and closer to the living room not really sure what the hell I’m going to do, but one thing is for sure, he isn’t going to lay a finger on Sebastian.

  Chapter 42

  Sebastian

  This bastard is going down the minute I get the opportunity. Not just for what he did to Carla, but because he needs stopping. We can’t spend the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders for this motherfucker.

  “Why?” He continues to watch me as though I haven’t said a word. “Why are you doing this? What’s Carla ever done to you? Other than trust you.”

  “I know you’re screwing her. She’s good isn’t she?”

  I’m seriously going to kill this fucker. My temper has already reached its limit.

  Gary stands, slowly walking towards me without moving the gun from my face.

  My hands go into fists as I clench my jaw with him now standing within a few feet of me.

  “She told her brother about my drug habit, then he went and told his cop friend. It’s damn convenient that Noah’s dropped from the face of the earth now isn’t it?”

  He hits me on the side of my head with the butt of the gun, which knocks across the sofa.

  Grabbing my head, my hand comes away covered in blood. The pain is incredible and I’m struggling to stay focused. Blinking a few times, my vision still wavers, but my heart nearly jumps out from my chest when I spot Carla peeping around the corner leading to the hall.

  I need to sit more upright. He can’t know she’s there. Or is this, the chance I need. A distraction to be able to attack.

  Finally getting myself upright, without taking my eyes from him, I pull my shirt free and use it to try and stem the flow of blood from my head. Breathing through the nausea, I get ready to jump him because the minute he knows I’m distracted he’s going to turn. It’s human nature.

  Keeping my eyes on his, I glance to his right seeing Carla again, but fuck he doesn’t react.

  Gary steps further away from me. “So she’s arrived,” he smirks. “Unless you want me to shoot him, I suggest you get your sweet little ass in here.”

  “Carla run,” I roar as Gary loses it and comes at me, which is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.

  He keeps the gun pointing at me, but as he goes to use his fist, I jump up from the sofa and take him down.

  I shout, “Carla, get out of here.”

  I grab his wrist, with the hand holding the gun. As we’re struggling with the gun, it goes off and all I can hear is Carla screaming.

  “CARLA…are you hit?”

  Gary’s still struggling underneath me. I need to get him subdued so I can go to Carla. I feel sick with fright, more so now she’s stopped screaming and is silent.

  “CARLA?”

  Fuck.

  Gary finally loses his grip on the gun, which I manage to send across the floor before I start punching the fucker, even when he stops moving I keep on going. I can’t stop. He hurt my woman. He may have shot her now.

  It’s this thought that finally stops my fists, the need to get to her, to make sure she’s okay. Then I hear Ramon talking to someone.

  I look towards the entrance to the living room and see Carla kneeling on the floor with Ramon checking her out before he moves towards me, but stopping at the gun, he reaches for it.

  “Don’t touch the gun,” I try to get to my feet, “evidence.”

  He dashes over to help me the rest of the way up. After he looks at the bastard on the floor he looks at me and raises his eyebrow. “You need to get that bleeding stopped.”

  “Soon.” I’m overwhelmed with the need to get to Carla.

  Seeing her standing up against the wall reassures me she isn’t as bad as I originally thought.

  “The cops are on their way. Are you okay?” Ramon asks, but I shake him off me.

  I stagger to where Carla is, with my head throbbing and my knees feeling as though they’re about to give way. The side of my head is still bleeding with blood trickling down into my eye, which I try swiping away, but more follows.

  “Sebastian–”

  “Stay where you are,” I quickly shout, “there’s glass everywhere and you’ve no shoes on.”

  Reaching her, I crush her in my arms, holding her as tight as I can. “Please tell me you weren’t hit?”

  She shakes her head, wrapping herself around me just as tight before bursting into tears. Hell, my tears are mixing with the blood.

  “I’m sorry,” she says muffled into my chest. “I should have trusted you. I just saw her and didn’t stop to think, until I nearly stepped in front of an eighteen-wheeler.”

  What the fuck?

  “Explain. Eighteen-wheeler.” I take hold of her face and make her look at me while using my thumbs to try and stem the flow of her tears.

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m okay, but you’re not.” She takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom with Ramon stopping us on the way there.

  “Um. You two planning on leaving me alone with the bad guy?” he smirks.

  “Thanks Ramon.”

  The bedroom door is already open so we enter and I sit on the side of the bed where Carla pushes me down. I watch her walk into the bathroom to retrieve the medical kit I point to.

  “You don’t have much in here.” She roots through, bu
t is hiding her face from me. “Carla. Come here.” She shakes her head and ignores the hand I’m holding out. “Woman. I love you and only you. Please look at me.”

  Lifting her head slowly, she meets my eyes looking heartbroken.

  “Oh baby.” I stand slightly and reach over, catching her wrist in my hand before pulling her down onto my lap. “I’m okay. A bit dizzy, but I’m fine. I nearly freaked when I spotted you standing in the hall.” I lean in resting my forehead against hers, until I remember the blood. “Can you put a band aid on, so we can go back to Ramon’s and I’m not letting you go all night.”

  “Okay.”

  Reaching for the medical kit again, she places it on the bed beside me, so I root through passing her the antiseptic wipes, which she uses to start cleaning me up and, yeah, it stings like a motherfucker.

  “Nearly finished. It’s still bleeding some. You might need stitches.”

  “Hell no.” I see her startled expression. “I mean. I’ll survive with you nursing me.” I grin. There’s no way I’m admitting to being a pussy and scared of needles.

  “Hmm.” She places strips over the cut and starts tidying up.

  “What does, hmm, mean?” I reach for a clean shirt and pull it over my head with my muscles aching. Not only was I tense, but it’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve taken anyone down, apart from one of my brothers, which would be a light move as opposed to what had to happen in there.

  “You’re not by any chance scared of needles…are you?” She bursts out laughing.

  “Of course not.”

  “Yeah, he is,” Ramon gives his two cents worth as he walks into the bedroom.

  “Did you want anything in particular?”

  “Thanks would be nice, and the cops are here. They’ve taken him away, but they want to talk to you both.” Ramon informs us on his way back to the living room.

  “Shit.” I sit back on the bed before looking at Carla. “I just wanted to take you away from here…and explain properly about Jacky.”

  “Shush.” She covers my mouth with her fingers. “I know all about Jacky. I’d already realized something was off with my earlier visit, so I’d turned around and made my way back outside your apartment building when Ramon phoned me and explained. I should have trusted you to begin with. I’m sorry.”

  I follow a lone tear as it trickles down her face before answering her, “Baby. None of today is your fault. When Jacky arrived I was only in a towel, so I left her out in the hall while I went to shower. I locked the bedroom door, not trusting her. I wasn’t gone long, although I did try and prolong having to face her. When I opened the door she was wrapped in my gym towel. Her dress was underneath.”

  She nods her head looking sad. “I know you weren’t being unfaithful. I didn’t think and by the time I did Gary was already here. I’m so glad I came back.”

  I wrap my arms around her waist, burying my face in her stomach inhaling her. She always smells delicious of some light flowery fragrance. Something I can’t get enough of.

  “Let’s forget about it. What matters is that we’re together and Gary is locked away, hopefully for a long time. Let’s go and get the statements over with so we can leave.”

  Chapter 43

  Carla

  The shower is beating down on me, but all I can see is Sebastian back at his apartment being smashed in the head with the butt of Gary’s gun. While the tears flow, along with the water, I can’t help but imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t come back. If Ramon hadn’t gotten back when he had.

  I sink to the floor of the shower as great wracking sobs take hold. Curling into the fetal position, I let the tears flow and flow. I’m crying for my missing brother, not knowing where he is. I’m crying because I no longer have any family. I’m crying for the beating I took because of how scared and in pain I was, and most of all I’m crying because I nearly lost Sebastian.

  “Oh God. Babe.” Sebastian opens the shower door and climbs in with me, fully clothed. “Shit. Carla.” He pulls me into his arms, sitting down on the floor of the shower while he gets soaked holding me tight while I cry all over him.

  After what feels like hours, but is probably only minutes, my tears start to dry up, and I start to notice other things. Like the fact that I’m sitting naked in the shower on top of a jean and shirt clad Sebastian.

  Throwing off my misery, I move away from him, shaking my head when he tries to keep me close. Kneeling between his legs, I rest my hands on his soaked jean clad thighs and slowly move up to his zipper.

  “What are you doing?”

  Is he serious?

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” I leave his groin, but not before I notice his rising bulge. I smirk and lean in kissing him.

  I pour all my love I have for him into my kiss, which starts off gentle and then turns into so much more. Before I can take a breath, he grabs my hips and pulls me back on to his lap, but this time I’m straddling him.

  As my passion is going from zero to ten in seconds, I slide my hands through his hair and grip his head to keep him in place as I take what I need from him. Moaning into his mouth, I grind against him. He feels so damn good against me. It’s also such a turn on being naked while he’s fully clothed, but probably not for long with how hard his dick is.

  Breaking away from his mouth, I nibble my way along his jaw and down his neck to his collarbone while at the same time, I’m lifting his shirt up and then over his head, dropping it on the shower floor beside us.

  I kiss down his chest, spending more time on his nipples before pressing tiny kisses along his ribs and the top of his V that disappears into his jeans.

  “Hmm. I can’t wait to get you out of these jeans. You’re going to have to stand up.”

  He doesn’t need asking twice and starts to tug the wet denim down his legs, which I help, although I think I’m more of a hindrance especially when his engorged cock bursts free.

  Forgetting about getting his jeans off, I leave him to it, taking him in hand, literally. God, he’s beautiful and has me so aroused with want of him. I have an ache inside that only he can satisfy and smoothing my hand over his foreskin as he leaks pre-cum is damn hot.

  He wobbles with his jeans around his ankles while I swirl my tongue around the tip. I moan, tightening my hold on him, pulling down to the base and sucking him into my mouth as far as he’ll go.

  “Fuck.”

  He’s about to lose control as his legs are quivering with need. It fills me with excitement. Knowing I can bring this powerful guy practically to his knees.

  “Babe. Let me go. My jeans,” he groans, sliding his fingers into my hair and holding my head with slight pressure down on him, but nothing I can’t pull away from if I need to. “You’re so fucking hot down on your knees.”

  I suck and lick him deeper into my mouth and reach behind him with my hands, scrapping across his butt with my nails.

  He shivers, throwing his head back. “You’re damn good at that,” he growls as the head of him hits the back of my throat.

  Looking up at him, he finally meets my eyes as I take him over into ecstasy, with one hand on his balls, the other between his legs. I suck him in, swallow and moan. He curses a blue streak as his semen shoots down my throat and into my mouth all without breaking eye contact. I continue to suck him off, but eventually he moves my mouth.

  “No more.” He collapses against the wall of the shower.

  I crawl to his feet and start untangling his legs from his jeans before standing up and switching the shower off. Climbing out, I grab a couple of towels and dry off before turning to pass one to Sebastian who emerges weak in the knees.

  Nothing for it, I grin and start to laugh when he frowns while trying not to join in with me.

  “Okay, I admit defeat. That,” he grabs me around the waist, “was fucking awesome. Shit, I can’t feel my legs.”

  I kiss his nose before breaking free and run out of the bathroom to take a running jump onto the bed with a smug smi
le on my face because I feel so damn tall not to mention aroused as hell.

  As Sebastian follows me out he grabs my bag from the chair. “Ramon told me to check your bag for loot. Whatever that means.”

  I cringe, knowing damn well what he’s going to find. I’m not embarrassed about the feather boa, but the black rabbit I am. I’d planned on working my way up to using it on him.

  Chapter 44

  Sebastian

  What the fuck? I’m looking into Carla’s shopping bag and all I can see is a…a rabbit. I ignore the feather boa and retrieve the ‘thing.’

  Holding it up, I watch Carla squirm on the bed. “You want to try this out?” I raise an eyebrow.

  “I bought that to use on you.”

  Now she snickers at my shock. How the fuck does she plan on using this on me?

  “Hmm. I was planning on using it on you while I sucked you off.”

  This woman is going to kill me. I intend to go slow, but with her words I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. “Seriously?” I look down at my straining erection. Well, at least we’re in agreement as to where it wants to go.

  “Why are you laughing?”

  I’m in trouble. She moves into the middle of the bed, opening her legs before caressing from her pussy up to her breasts, which she’s now playing with. I slowly walk towards her, mesmerized as I watch her massage and pinch her nipples that are standing at attention along with my cock.

  She’s watching me through heavy lidded eyes. If she can put on a show, I can too. Dropping the rabbit on the bed, I reach between my legs, stroking my balls before caressing the weeping tip. Taking a firm hold of my length, I move my hand back and forth, back and forth, creating a delicious, toe curling friction.

  Carla moves one hand from her nipples and slips it between her legs, moving her folds apart. She arches her back when she connects to her clit, moaning.

  Fuck. My balls are on fire.