Page 35 of Between Brothers

Chapter 13

Blue

I got out of the cage and went into the back to pick up my cut where I’d laid it across the backseat. I swung into it as I went around to get Hayley’s door for her. I’d been honored that she’d opened up to me about something so painful and really glad she’d opened up to me and not Cell. Still, it didn’t stop me from being angry on her behalf. It also didn’t stop me from wanting to bring it to Cell.

He could be creative in his cruelty and while he was no caped crusader, any excuse would do to rain misery on a son of a bitch. Cell had some methods to his madness. One of them was to work inside the system. The system being the club’s system – not the legal one. He did what the fuck he wanted, got off on not getting caught by the ‘man’ but used the club as a sort of measuring stick so he didn’t go too far. He was as useful to the club as they were to him, so it proved to be a pretty mutually beneficial relationship.

I opened up Hayley’s door and held out a hand to her. She took it and stood, the rustle of paper in her other hand causing my heart to skip a beat before racing to catch up. I took the bag with the condoms and lube and led her to the door at the end of the building that would let us into what I called the barracks.

“Bathroom is here,” I said touching the door. “There’s another one just like it at that end of the hall on the other side.”

“Which one is yours?” she asked softly.

I drew her down the hallway nearly to the opposite end and stopped at my door. I unclipped my keys from where they hung near my wallet chain and stuck the right one into the lock, giving it a twist.

The door swung inward with a slight groan. I could have oiled the hinges, but why? Noisy hinges were an early warning system. Sure to wake me up if anyone came in here. Being an ex-con had left me a light sleeper out of necessity… Before prison, I’d like to sleep like the dead. After? I was still lucky to sleep the whole night through even though we’d been out a couple of years and more now.

My room was pretty simple. A king sized bed, a dresser, and a couple of nightstands. The TV mounted to the wall next to the closet, a small cabinet under it to hold the Blu-ray player and the wireless speakers I had for my phone so I could play music.

The furniture all matched and was all made by Rush when he’d seen that I just had the mattress and box spring on the floor. It was all nice stuff. Old, weathered, distressed gray wood that’d been reclaimed from somewhere. I stepped aside and let Hayley in the door, watching her as she stepped into the center of the room and turned, taking it all in in the soft glow of the beside lamp.

I tossed the bag and its contents from the grocery store onto that bedside table before I let my jacket and cut slide from my shoulders. Closing the door, I twisted to hang them up on one of the three hooks set into the back of it. When I turned back, Hayley was holding out her coat, scarf, and purse. I hung them up for her and she tucked her hands into the slightly oversized sleeves of her sweatshirt, slightly hunching her shoulders. It was chilly in here, so I chose to think it was that and not fear or unease that caused the left of center body language.

“Cold?” I asked her. The doubts eating away at my edges.

She gave me a half charmed smile and nodded. “Yeah, and still nervous. I suffer from depression and anxiety. I kind of can’t help it.”

I went to her and folded my arms around her, holding her close and sighed, the feeling of her in my arms a balm to the soul. She laid her head on my chest, and didn’t push away, but rather leaned into me, melting into me in a way that made my heart take off like a rocket ship.

I kneaded her back through her sweatshirt, starting low by her hips, working my way up on either side of her spine, my heart leaping again when my fingers found the end of the material and touched against her petal soft skin.

She rested her forehead against me and let out a pent up breath and I wanted her with a deep, longing ache. I smoothed my hands slowly up the sides of her neck, her pulse thundering against my palm as I tilted her face up to look at me. I covered her mouth with my own as soon as I could and drank her in.

She was as sweet as pie and I was hard to the point of pain. Her lifting my shirt, placing her cool, satin palms against my heated skin did nothing to quench my desire and everything to fuel it. I devoured her, pulling her tight against me, and I couldn’t help myself, gripping her ass to do it.

She gave a little leap, wrapping her legs around my hips and I groaned, turning to lay her on the neatly made bed. I ground my raging hard on into her out of that sheer animal need to just – god!

I tore my mouth from hers.

“What?” she gasped. “What is it?”

“Are you sure? Because if you’re not sure, I gotta stop now.”

She stared up at me, chest heaving for several breaths. One breath, two breaths; three breaths – I was just about to lift myself off of her when she committed.

“Yes! Yes, I’m sure.”

“Hayley,” my voice held warning. “No going back, little one.”

“No going back. I want this.”

I stripped my shirt off over my head and groaned, “Touch me,” before returning my mouth to hers. She kissed me, her hands smoothing along my ribs, along my back, delving beneath the waistband of my jeans and shorts to grip my ass and pull me into her body harder. I heard a thump and then another as she toed off her sneakers behind my back.

I followed her lead, but rather than going down, I went up. Sticking my hands beneath the hem of her sweatshirt and touching more of her skin, warm against my hands and so soft it nearly drove me mad. I backed off of her and went to my knees beside the bed. Pushing her shirt up out of the way so I could put my mouth on her skin. Tasting, sucking; kissing along her stomach while I toed out of my own boots, glad they were cooperating.

“More skin,” she gasped, begging me, and I was on the same page. I helped her sit up and lifted the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it onto my floor. It looked better there anyways.

My mouth I returned to her skin while her fingers threaded into my hair, pressing me to her body. My hands I blindly used to strip off her socks so I could get to her pants. I slid my fingertips along the soft material of her yoga pants, up the outsides of her legs while I kissed the side of her throat and practically dry humped her. The heat between us was explosive, and I needed inside of her but I wanted to give her time. Enough to make sure she was absolutely sure.

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