Reginald Bones 2

by Lucian Bane

  “What’s going on?” She lowered her shaky body into the other chair a couple feet away, wincing the second her butt pressed into it. He’d sure left his mark.

  “You okay?”

  “No, I’m not okay,” she said, lowering her head. “I can tell it’s you, Bones.”

  “I-I-I-m sorry.”

  She looked up and her heart melted at seeing Reginald’s face, filled with anguish. “I-I-I wanted it p-p-p-perfect.”

  “Oh God,” she whispered, feeling terrible as she hurried to him. “You are perfect,” she said holding his face in her hands. “Why do you doubt that?” She kissed him softly, over and over, relieved. She could forgive that. Sure, Bones enjoyed it, but so had Reginald. And God knows she did. But the intentions, that made all the difference. Bones helped Reginald. That’s all.

  She stroked his face and kissed all over it. “I love you just like you are. Stutters and silly celebrations. Everything.” She ended at his lips, pressing kisses gently along his mouth. “Even the parts you’re afraid to tell me.”

  He touched her cheeks with careful fingers, angling his head, kissing her back with a tenderness that melted her. “I…l-l-love you. Winter.”

  Her chest ached and tears filled her eyes. “Let’s get some sleep.” She kissed his forehead and the tip of his nose then pulled him to his feet. She led him through the dark to the bed, opening the covers for him. He lay and held his arms out. “You’re sleeping with me?”

  She climbed in next to him and snuggled until they had the perfect spoon form. “Good night. W-Winter.”

  “Goodnight Reginald.” She lay there in heaven with a happy smile before guilt slowly niggled at her. “Night Bones,” she whispered.

  He didn’t answer, and she guessed he didn’t want to. Mush and pleasantries and all. That was okay. She just wanted him to know she wasn’t mad. And she cared about him too, even if he was a terrifying ass. He was a good brother to Reginald. And for that he deserved… something.

  ****

  Reginald opened his eyes slowly. It was difficult to do that, given the nightmare that had his heart racing. He once wondered if he and Bones dreamed the same dreams and now, he was sure they didn’t. At least he hoped they didn’t, because what he dreamed, was about Bones. He was pretty sure he’d dreamed what was happening when they slept and that Bones was about to get up and do the thing he dreamt. He wasn’t sure what woke him, but whatever did, seemed to shut that demonic door. At least he thought he was awake.

  He glanced carefully down at Winter, sleeping in his arms. He barely shook her, needing to wake her up, but only her.

  She finally stirred and made a sound that would’ve gotten him hard but he focused on the fear just enough to prevent arousal. He slowly rolled onto his back, giving her room to turn. When she finally looked at him, he brought a finger to his lips, signaling for her to be quiet. She moved to get up, and he again signaled her to be still. Not move. He realized he needed to communicate with her somehow.

  He pointed to her then to the door then to his palm, hoping she understood he needed something to write with.

  She mouthed the words you want to write?

  He nodded slowly then pointed to her, then to the door, again writing on his palm.

  She nodded, and he signaled for her to go quietly and she slowed her pace, nodding with a worried look.

  She should be worried. They all should be.

  ****

  Winter’s heart pounded as she hurried to his office. She looked around, finding a small notepad and pen before hurrying quietly back with it. She found him in his same position on the bed. Was he hurt? What was going on with him?

  She approached the bed and again he put his finger to his lips. The severe look in his eyes doubled her fear as she handed him the pad of paper and pen.

  He wrote very slowly and handed it back just as slowly, staring at her.

  She looked at the paper. Bones is sleeping. I need your help.

  Oh God. She stared at him then wrote tell me what you need.

  He read it then wrote. He wrote slowly again and for quite a bit before carefully handing it back, like they were trading a sensitive bomb. She took the pad and read it. Bones told me what happens when he sleeps. When we sleep. We sleep walk and do bad things. He doesn’t remember what he does. He wakes up with blood all over him. I just had a nightmare of us killing people. We’re dressed like an executioner in black leather. I’m scared we’ll hurt you, Winter.

  Oh God. She looked at him and the tormented look in his eyes said he was a prisoner. Trapped. She wrote on the paper. Do you realize that… she hesitated telling him the things in her head. What if it made it worse? She decided to take her chances, scratching out the words and asking Who was first? You or Bones? She handed him the paper, watching him write and hand it back.

  Her heart sank. Bones. She wrote again. Are you absolutely positive?

  He read it and nodded, meeting her gaze with a severe one.

  She stared back at the paper, trying to think of what questions to ask. She finally went with What do you need me to do?

  She handed it back.

  He read it then again carefully wrote.

  She was afraid to read it after he handed it to her. She finally did. You need to leave. I need you to be strong for me, Winter. Leave and don’t come back until I get to the bottom of what’s going on. Promise me. I’ll find you when I do.

  She blinked away the tears to finish the final line, covering her mouth. She turned her eyes to him, staring before finally nodding.

  But she didn’t mean it. She couldn’t leave him. There had to be another way.

  He pointed to the pad of paper, giving her a fierce look, shaking his head.

  The evidence? Get rid of the evidence. Burn it? She signaled striking a match and holding it under the paper. He nodded barely then reached out and took the pad, writing one last time.

  Burn it while you’re cooking breakfast. If he gets up, you needed paper to light the pilot. It sometimes goes out.

  She wiped her tears and very carefully made her way off the bed, eyeing him as he watched her. Again, it was like seeing him trapped. Stuck in somebody else’s body, unable to live the way he wanted, forced to do things he never wanted to do.

  She hurried to the kitchen and found the matches near the stove. She tore the papers out of the notepad and put them on a plate, shaking as she lit them on fire. She watched as they burned way too slow, quickly lighting more matches and touching various areas of the paper.

  “Can’t I use the bathroom first,” she heard Reginald hiss.

  “I smell fire!” Bones growled, storming toward the kitchen.

  Shit, shit. “Sorry,” she called out. “I was just lighting the pilot. It went out and I’m making you breakfast.”

  She listened while holding her breath. “Morning Winter,” Reginald called out before muttering, “She lit the pilot. Can we piss now?”

  “Morning,” she called back.

  “She better not burn the place down,” she heard, as their voices moved farther away.

  She sagged when a door shut, spinning back to the papers and making sure they were all burned. She poked them around in the plate, making sure they were all done burning, then raced to the trashcan and dumped the ashes, glancing at the doorway as she rubbed the burned residue off the plate.

  Hurrying to the fridge she threw it open. “Eggs, milk, butter,” she mumbled, filling her arms and depositing them on the counter, before going back for the lunch meat she’d spied. She could fry that.

  She dug around and found another pan, glancing over her shoulder as she put it on the stove with a clatter. She froze, realizing. She was still naked!

  Five minutes later, footsteps thudded in the hall and she panicked about the nude predicament. Who cooked with no clothes on? She quickly put her hand on the counter, straightened her back and jutted her tits out, trying to appear at home in her own skin.

  He rounded the corner right as she’d st
ruck the pose. She glanced casually over her shoulder and gave a smile. “Morning sexy.” Her best attempt at sultry sounded goofy but the way he froze in his steps and devoured her with his eyes made her feel anything but. Her fears vanished at seeing him wearing black, tight briefs that hugged his hard on. He’d showered. My God he was still wet. Lickable. Her womb immediately recollected the pounding of his cock and gave a clench that stole her breath.

  “Hope you’re hungry?” she barely managed.

  “I am.” His deep tone and its clear meaning tingled in her clit.

  “We are, Winter.”

  Oh shit. That meant the first clit tingling response had been Bones. Oops. Her body was getting worse at differentiating between the two of them.

  “Good. Sit down.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Again, no direct address but she was pretty sure it was Bones again.

  She glanced over her shoulder, realizing Bones was doing something different. He was being intentionally obedient. She stood transfixed as a full-blown idea hit her. Could she pull that off? Would Bones even go for it?

  When she had all the foods cooking, she turned and put both palms on the counter behind her, making her tits stand out again. Without looking, she felt her nipples hard and tight, and the way he—no, they—stared gave her just enough courage to continue. “It’s kind of naughty of you to stare,” she said. “It’s bad manners.”

  He eyed her, and the hard glare of Bones in his gaze made her more nervous. But the heat alongside it did all but lick right on her whore-clit, making it throb with a fire.

  He leaned back in his chair a little, his large hands hanging between his open legs, very Bones-like. “I’m always naughty,” he finally said. Mercy, Bones again. ‘Hello, Reginald? Are you in there? She wanted to ask.

  “Naughty isn’t nice,” she pushed on, not wanting to lose the opportunity.

  He angled his head, his gaze boldly at her pussy now. “I think it is.”

  Her whole body trembled with what she was doing and that Bones was openly participating. What was Reginald thinking? She gave a light sigh and made her way to the table. She pulled out a chair and turned it backwards, then moved it near him. “A man who is naughty, needs to be taught a lesson.” She straddled the chair and sat, watching his gaze go straight between her wide-open legs.

  His eyes rose to hers, making her pulse hammer with anticipation at the lethal amount of need she saw there. She licked her lips, holding his stare with her own. “Are you saying… you’re a teacher?” he asked.

  She rested her forearms on the top of the chair and placed her chin on the top of her arms. “Are you teachable?”

  “I’m pretty stubborn,” he said, his tone challenging.

  She wanted again to pull Reginald into the conversation but that would mean acknowledging he wasn’t. Did he figure out what she was up to? Or was he hurt that she was talking sex with his brother, right in front of him? You need to leave. Reginald’s words came to her, reminding her why she needed to do this. If she left, she’d never see him again, and he’d remain a hostage. Possibly end up in prison for doing whatever he was when sleep-walking.

  “Well, now,” Winter said. “I don’t put up with stubborn, Mr. Bones.” Panic hit her at having used their last name. She’d meant it as a formality but what if Reginald thought she’d meant Bones? He was still being quiet and the fear of what he was thinking was almost too much. But all she could do was hold his gaze, waiting to see what that cost her.

  “Do you have any openings in your schedule Miss… Winter?”

  Oh God, was that Reginald? Please let it be. That meant he was playing along. “I saved one especially for you, Reginald.”

  He slid his hand over his chest and down to his cock, gripping it. “When is class in session?”

  She stared at how his hand looked, holding himself. “When are you free?”

  “Right now.” He stared at her, slowly capturing his lower lip between his teeth.

  “Perfect,” she said. “You’ll need breakfast because you’ll need your strength for endurance.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  What are you doing, Bones?

  Following the bread-crumbs.

  What do you mean?

  Come on, Reggie. We’re just having a little fun, aren’t you up for it?

  This early?

  Bones snorted to himself. If you’re not up to the task of being commanded by your precious, I’ll call it off. Just say the word. But she didn’t just say Reginald, she said Mr. Bones.

  It was a formality and you know it.

  You sound nervous.

  Maybe I am. Maybe you should be also, given our situation.

  It’s broad daylight, Reginald.

  Bones waited for his next excuse, sure there was one coming. Had he come to his senses and realized having her around was bad news ‘given their situation?’ With Reginald’s track record, Bones wagered he’d never arrive at that conclusion. This is why Bones had decided to force something.

  So you have no reservations at all?

  It really bothered Bones that Reginald didn’t know the shit ton of reservations he had. Only that she’ll take too long to do it. He’d had reservations all along. But if he waited for Reginald to protect her, she might end up dead. It was down to Bones breaking dicks and hearts. He had enough leverage to play both of them. He was banking that, like Reginald, once he got Winter past second base, she’d do anything he wanted.

  You could’ve at least asked me if I wanted to Reginald said as she set a plate before them. Bones took up the fork while Reginald stared longingly at her tits.

  My bad, Bones said, pulling his gaze to the plate. I thought you’d jump at the chance to be raped by your beloved.

  God, Reginald muttered. How does that even work?

  It works with her making us do whatever she wants, how she wants, when she wants.

  Us?

  Sorry, Bones said. I meant it rhetorically. Bones waited to see how he’d respond to that.

  He didn’t.

  Bones busied himself eating while plotting his huge jealousy storm. Once she was out of danger, he could focus on what happened while they slept, and stop it. After that, he could get back to the business of giving Reginald whatever his dick—and heart—desired. Assuming there would be something left to salvage. If there wasn’t, then there never was to begin with.

  Winter set a glass of milk before them and Bones gave Reginald a few moments to stare at her tits again. He liked the way they hung in that position. They both did, but Bones wouldn’t tell Reginald that. Yet.

  Can you ask for some salt, Bones?

  “May I have some salt please, Miss Sin?”

  What are you doing?

  Bones gave an exaggerated eye roll. Using our code names like we said.

  You said Miss. You’re playing the naughty student.

  What do you prefer I say, Reginald?

  How about just Cyn?

  Christ, this is getting confusing and ridiculous.

  Reginald shook salt on the eggs then stabbed them. Call her what you want, Bones. I’m sorry I’m being an ass.

  Bones couldn’t have asked for his jealousy to work any better than it was. Well, it’s a fucking name.

  “Done with your breakfast?” she said, taking their plate.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes ma’am,” she ordered, before turning.

  Bones licked his lips, ready for dessert. But he needed Reginald to participate more. Your turn, I’m tired of doing the work and getting my ass chewed for it.

  What do I say?

  Try yes ma’am.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “If you forget your manners again,” she said at the sink, “I’ll have to punish you.”

  Bones raised his brows while Reginald stared at her ass, watching Reginald’s fantasies in full color. You want to fuck her ass again?

  God, yes.

  She suddenly turned and put her hands on her waist with
her hip cocked. Tits locked and loaded, aimed at them. You like her nipples, I see Bones said when Reginald’s gaze moved back and forth between the peaks.

  They’re always fat and hard Reginald whispered.

  Remember when you rubbed your dick on them?

  Oh yes, he gasped, causing Bones to squeeze their cock in response.

  Bones allowed himself to see everything Reginald devoured. He couldn’t remember ever finding any woman attractive. He wouldn’t even say she was attractive, she was something else. Something… more. Everything she did, every look she gave, gesture, smile, word—turned Reginald on so hard it reached all the way to Bones.

  “I’ll be needing things to restrain you,” she announced.

  Fucking Christ Almighty. You ready for this? he asked Reginald.

  Reginald didn’t answer for several seconds but the way his cock beat with a steady pulse was answer enough. Very ready he finally said.

  Second base accomplished. You going to answer her?

  What do I say? Do we have anything?

  Don’t you remember? The box you questioned me about?

  Just answer her before we upset her.

  That’s the name of this game Reggie. Being naughty.

  Which you know I suck at.

  “I’ll get you what you’ll need,” Bones said. “Where do you want them?”

  “On the bed. And I’d like you naked.”

  “Yes ma’am,” Bones said, standing.

  “Sit back down.”

  What did you do wrong? Reginald wondered as Bones obeyed, keeping his knees open to accommodate their painfully throbbing cock. He watched as she came over and knelt on the floor. “I need to perform a test,” she said. “Put your hands behind the chair.”

  She’s good at this Reginald said, doing as told.

  Bones angled his head, staring as she pulled the front of his underwear down so that their cock stood tall. She swiped the drop of cum off their dick, making Reginald strain on a groan. She brought it to his lips. “Open.”

  She’s the one that’s naughty, Reginald said, opening his mouth.

  She is. Bones held her gaze and helped lick around her finger in slow, perfect obedience.

  She stood and held their jaw in one hand and leaned. “Let me taste it,” she ordered.