Page 75 of Her Brother's Keeper

She leaned back and looked up at me, searching my face, “What do you mean?”

“Well, would it help if we painted or something? Moved your dad’s furniture out, changed up the room, before moving yours in? Make ityourspace?” she stared, her gaze a fragile one on the verge of tears of her own. Tears that I could tell she just refused to let fall. She nodded once, carefully and I smiled gently down at her.

“Okay, then. We’ve got this,” I murmured and she smiled, charmed.

“Yes,wedo…”

I kissed her then, carefully, and we broke apart when Sage came into the kitchen, clearing his throat. Maren blushed with something akin to guilt and Sage stared at her blankly.

“If Nox is moving in, you need Dad’s room,” he said flatly.

“Woah, hey,” I said letting his sister go, even though it pained me. “We’re nowhere near anything like that, buddy.”

“I think it’s cool, you know,” he said matter-of-factly, and Maren and I exchanged a look like we had both just entered the Twilight Zone.

“Sage, let’s not try to take on the world,” Maren said tiredly, rubbing her temples.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s true, though. I like Nox, he takes care of you. You need someone to take care of you, too.” Sage dropped into one of the seats at the kitchen table and I chuckled, sparing a glance at the chair with my jacket and cut hanging on it.

“It’s sort of what we do when we consider someone family,” I said jutting my chin toward my colors.

Maren brought down plates and listened to Sage and I talk about club life in the most PG to the PG-13 way I could muster. It was a good way to get us out of the heavier topics, and, as far as I could tell, one of the safer options we all had in common at this point that we had to choose from.

We strayed back into dangerous waters a few more times but managed to navigate our way back out again. It was a pretty surreal evening as far as evenings went, and overall, one of the better ones we’d had in a minute.

Eventually, Sage went up to bed after helping clear the plates and load them into the dishwasher. He’d made pretty fast friends with Connor and I guess they’d traded some Xbox shit so they could play together. It was one of the reasons Maren had relented on giving his game system back earlier than she’d planned, but it wasn’t out of pocket; both Reave and Doll had nothing but good things to say about Sage and his recent overnight.

His good behavior had earned him back quite a few privileges at once. Not just his freedom but his game system, too. Like I said before, so far, so good and I think that Reave had a lot to do with that. Sage had come from his overnight at my club brother’s place with almost a brand new attitude. Come to think of it though, it could have had more to do with Doll. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more the changes out of Sage seemed to have the woman’s gentle touch to it than my brother’s. The women of the club were typically something else. Like Maren was to me…

I went up behind her in the bathroom upstairs and pulled her back into me while her hands were occupied in the sink, rinsing them. She laughed and it quickly turned to a gasp when I locked my fist in her dark hair, drawing her throat taut beneath my lips as I kissed the side of it, attacking it with lips and teeth, watching her reaction in the mirror.

She swooned and I held her up, pinning her between myself and the bathroom counter, my other arm locking her tight against my body.

“Oh,Nox…” she moaned and I chuckled darkly beside her ear.

“Finish up, Angel,” I ordered softly, “I want to take you to bed.”

“I’ll be right there,” she said, a sly smile in her voice. “Hope you brought enough condoms.”

“Oh, I brought enough,” I said, giving her a sharp slap on her shapely ass, leaving the restroom to cross the hall into her bedroom.

I stripped down, quietly but efficiently, leaving a small dragon’s hoard of gold-wrapped condoms within easy reach on her bedside table. We would have to be quiet, with Sage just across and down the hall, but it was doable. Besides, I didn’t think Maren and I could hold off another minute.

I lay in her bed, hands behind my head, blankets pooled at my waist and waited. The little minx one-upped me by sliding into her room in that black satin number of hers, clinging to every plane, curve, and angle of her figure. I had already been halfway hard just thinking about her skin under my lips, now, at the sight of her, I was all the way there.

“I have something to ask you,” she murmured, shutting her door silently but tightly.

“Take that off, climb on my dick, and you can ask me anything you want.”

“You have to promise not to laugh,” she said, “and you have to promise you willreallythink about it. Not just say yes or no, but really consider it before you pick either way.”

“Maren,” I chuckled, “What do you want to ask me?” Her seriousness had caught me off guard.

She came over to the bed, gathering the long skirt of her nightgown in her hands. She planted a knee on the edge of the bed and awkwardly walked on them until she could straddle my hips. I made sure to shove the blankets down before she settled and had to smile appreciatively at the lack of panties she had going on. She settled her silken flesh against the heat of mine. I wasn’t going to slip inside her, not without a condom on, but this felt too good. Good enough, I might be willing to agree to anything that came from her parted lips.

“Come here,” I gasped and slid my hands over the satin enclosing her warm skin. She leaned down and we kissed, my arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly against my body as I thrust, sliding my cock against the lips of her pussy, teasing us both.

She tore her mouth from mine with an impassioned gasp and pushed against my chest, straining against my arms to sit up; reluctantly, I let her.

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