Inferno Anthology

by Gow, Kailin

  “You mean that?” I pull back as tears flood my vision.

  “Of course, I mean that.” He warms my shoulder with his hand. “Now come back to the apartment with me before we both freeze to death.”

  I hadn’t even noticed he was standing here in nothing but his boxers. I glance back at the tall, glittering building with lights peppered throughout the facility.

  “It’s going to be awkward,” I whisper.

  “I’ll leave him the hell alone, I swear. I just need to know you’re not wandering around campus at this insane hour.” He takes up my hand, and I let him. Cole walks me across the street and back into the warmth of the Briggs Apartment building.

  “You know what I just realized?” I ask.

  “What’s that?” He holds open the elevator for me.

  “That you haven’t held my hand since I was nine.”

  Cole brings my hand up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to the back.

  “I guess what really guts me is I won’t be the most important guy in your life.”

  “Cole.” I pull him into a tight embrace as the elevator doors whoosh open. “You’ll always be my favorite brother.”

  “I’m your only brother.”

  “Yeah, well”—I give a little smile—“that explains a lot.”

  We get out, and the door to the apartment sits ajar from our abrupt departure. We step in, and I stare toward Bryson’s room. I’m dying to go over to him. For all I know he could be bleeding to death no thanks to Cole and the foot loose moves he shoved into his gut.

  “Will you check on him for me?” It comes out a whimper, and I lower my gaze because I have a feeling that might actually seal Bryson’s death warrant.

  Cole blows out a breath before glancing back down the hall.

  “Nah.” He flexes a short-lived smile. “Why don’t you do it? I’m tapped.”

  “Really? You’re okay with that?”

  “Just don’t do anything with him, please.” His hands fly near his temples. “I’m not ready to go there. Not tonight.”

  “Got it.”

  “Baya?” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Where were you this weekend?”

  Tears pool in my eyes once again because it kills me that I lied to him.

  “I was with Bryson.”

  He gives a quick nod. “I never want you to feel like you can’t tell me the truth again. You mean the world to me, Baya, and I was worried sick.”

  I pull Cole into another embrace. “You really are the world’s best big brother, you know that?”

  “I know.”

  “Hey,” I blow it out in less than a whisper as I make my way back into Bryson’s room. His head is buried under a pillow, and the lights are still on, so I turn them off and crawl into bed with him. “You okay?” I ride my hand carefully over his stomach.

  “I’ll live.” He groans as he gets up on his elbow. The moonlight washes through the room and bleaches all the color out of our world. “Everything go okay?” He brushes the hair from my eyes, and the ghost of a smile plays on his lips. It would figure that he gets his boys handed to him on a stick, but it’s me he’s worried about. Bryson is just that sweet.

  “Better than okay,” I whisper. “By the way, I’m pretty sure he’s taken killing you off his shortlist of things to do.”

  “My balls are glad to hear it.” He dots my forehead with a kiss. “Come here.” Bryson adjusts his pillow and covers us with a blanket from off the floor. “Does he know you’re in here?” His strong hand traces along my thigh, and I lean further into him, encouraging him to trace out every nuance if he wanted.

  “Yes, but he asked me not to do anything with you.” I shrug.

  “That’s all right. He sort of disabled those services in me for a while anyway. I’m afraid he wiped out any children we might have wanted in the future.”

  “We’ll always have Lucy.” I snuggle into him giddy just thinking about a future with Bryson.

  “We’ll always have Lucy.” He presses his lips to my forehead.

  “Bryson?”

  “Yeah?” He pulls me in until we’re spooning, and his warm arm lies over my waist.

  “Whatever happened to Stephanie?”

  “I cost her everything.”

  “Will you ever tell me the whole story?”

  “Yes, Baya,” he says it sleepy with undertones of grief. His arm wraps tighter around my waist as if I were about to fly away. “I promise I will.”

  Bryson

  I spend all day Saturday working my ass off at Capwell Inc. trying to get from under the plethora of files Aubree buried me in. I was going to drill her a new one for ratting Baya out to her brother, but since the shit already hit the fan, I thought why make things difficult for myself.

  Aubree has made it a practice to accost me routinely ever since we were in high school. I’m sure she can’t understand why I’ve bagged and tagged at least a dozen of her own sorority sisters, and yet I seem to be allergic to her blonde eminence every time she struts in the room. The problem with Aubree is that she would have never understood that she was just another get. She’s the kind of girl who would want to stick around and be “the one,” but I wasn’t feeling it before, and now that I have Baya, for sure, I want nothing to do with Aubree. The truth is, before Baya I wasn’t feeling it for anyone—not even Steph and that’s the reason things went down in flames. But I’m feeling it now for sweet, beautiful Baya. I hope to God she doesn’t hate me one day for trying to make it work with her.

  “You’re here bright eyed and bushy tailed.” Aubree saunters into the office with her tits thrust forward, ass out. I swear, half the time she looks like a cartoon character. She comes in for a closer inspection of my scrapes and bruises. “Holy shit.” She gives a little laugh. “Someone had a rough night. Care to talk about it?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “Your little girlfriend show you who’s boss?” It titters from her like the juiciest piece of gossip.

  “Nope.” I lean in my chair and throw my hands behind my neck, affording her the bird’s eye view. “It was her brother.”

  Her mouth drops to her feet. “He really did a number on you.” She sits on the edge of my desk, and I avert my eyes at the thought of her getting comfy. “So what happened? Dump the little slut so soon?”

  “She’s not a slut, don’t call her that. And, no, I didn’t dump her. We’re still very much together.”

  “Hmm.” She makes a face. “I talked to her last week, she still wants in at Alpha Chi.”

  I shake my head stymied by this. “She probably likes the idea of having girls around once in a while.”

  “You used to like that idea.” Aubree bears into me with a razor sharp stare that threatens to finish the job Cole started.

  “People change.”

  “Not usually.” She walks out of the room with nothing but the clatter of heels.

  Late that afternoon I get home and find Baya sprawled on the couch, reading a magazine. Her dark hair floats around her like beautiful, exotic leaves. The rosy glow in her cheeks makes her look like an angel that just had the orgasm of a lifetime, and suddenly I want to be the one to give it to her, right here, right now.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” I say at the peril of my own balls. I have no clue where Cole is. “You want to go for a quick bike ride?”

  Baya and I change and head out to our place, the Witch’s Cauldron. I try to race her uphill, but she’s panting pretty bad and struggling. I encourage her to get off the bike, and we walk them the rest of the way.

  “You really are a nice guy.” Her dimples press in, and it drives me wild. “Most people would have taken off and waved their victory in my face but not you. You’re a perfect gentleman. I think you’re a rare breed. Any girl would be lucky to have you in her life.”

  A pang of grief hits me when she says those last words. I know one girl who probably wishes she never knew me, but, then again, she’s not alive to think or breathe or wish, and that dark clo
ud of grief settles over me again.

  We hit the boulders then climb over into the small clearing where the water bubbles and brews.

  “Tomorrow is Halloween.” Baya licks her lips as if she were simply using the holiday as a means of seduction.

  Baya could seduce me just by breathing the same air. Come to think of it, there’s nothing about her that doesn’t hold the ability to drive me insane.

  She wraps both her arms around my waist. “Do you know what you’re going to be?”

  “I was thinking about a pencil, and maybe you could be the eraser.” I give her ribs a quick squeeze, and she bucks beneath me.

  “I’d never erase you.” She holds back a smile while taking off her shoes and rolling up her jeans. “How about Bonnie and Clyde?” Baya sits on the lip of the spring and dips her feet into the water.

  “How about Adam and Eve?” I ask, plucking off my sweatshirt. “We can get into costume right now.” I keep stripping until she’s standing next to me, amused. “I double dog dare you to join me.”

  Baya flicks her clothes off as if there were a swarm of bees nesting in them.

  I pluck at the band of my boxers and pause. The icy autumn air swirls around me with its arctic blast.

  “If you’re going to do it, I think you should commit.” Baya pulls them down until they slide off on their own.

  “I think maybe you should consider doing the same.” I give a crooked smile as I unhook her bra. I slip her panties past her waist, and she wriggles out of them. “Last one in is a rotten egg.”

  Baya slips by me, and glides in, slick as a ninja.

  “No fair,” I say, lowering myself into the boiling water. “Your brother disabled me last night.” I melt into the spring, and the heat calms my aching muscles.

  “Sorry about that.” Baya moans into me with a sexier-than-hell grin plastered to her face. “Let me kiss all your boo-boos. I want to make everything better.” She runs her fingers up my thigh nice and slow.

  “Permission granted.” I lift my arms and push my chest into hers. Baya presses smooth, easy kisses over my neck, my shoulders, the underbelly of my arm before bouncing back up to my lips. I sear my tongue over hers while digging my fingers into the back of her moist hair. “God, I love you.” I pant over her ear while my hard-on nestles itself perfectly between her legs as if it belonged there, and I very much think it does.

  Baya pulls back and examines me. Her lawn green eyes stand out against the backdrop of the storm clouds brewing up above.

  “I love you, too, Bryson.”

  There’s a sadness in her eyes that I’ve never seen before, and a part of me wants to ask if I’ve caused this grief—if this has anything to do with the fact I haven’t opened up to her entirely—yet, deep, down I know it is. I’m almost ready to crack open the painful vault of the past and let Baya in, let her see the carnage I’m responsible for, and maybe that will explain why I wanted nothing to do with love, until now.

  “I cleaned my room for you,” I say, sheepishly. “If you want, you can take all the drawers, I don’t need them. I know Cole suggested we kept it chaste around him, so I’ll take the couch.”

  Baya twists her lips a moment. “I might have a place to stay after the weekend. That way you and Cole can maintain your man-cave, and you won’t get sick of having me around.”

  “Trust me, I will never tire of you, Baya.” I spin her in the water. “I promise you this.”

  “That’s funny”—she whispers the words over my cheek, and it cools me—“I feel the exact same way.”

  “I want to make love to you,” I say it pleadingly into her eyes. “I want to do it over and over and over again, and then I’m probably going to fuck you just to round out the evening.”

  Baya belts out a laugh, and her voice rises to the top of the pines, before spiraling off to heaven.

  “I double dog dare you.” She tilts her head. Her lips look soft—red as cherries, so I lean in and take a quick bite.

  I cup my hands over her soft tits and dip my head down until I’m covering her nipple with my mouth—exactly how I wanted to do it that first day in Founder’s Square. My lips move up her neck, and I lick a line straight up to her ear before running my tongue inside it, and she squirms with a laugh. My mouth melts over her for a small eternity. I could easily spend hours doing just this. I roll my tongue over her and memorize the way she feels in my mouth, over my teeth.

  I swipe another quick kiss off her lips, already lightheaded from Baya’s special brand of magic. “Maybe I’ll just fuck you right now,” I whisper it low.

  “Oh yeah?” She bats those long lashes at me, and my dick ticks under her. “I think you’re all talk and no action, Edwards.”

  My head dips back as I give a dark laugh. “It’s on, girl.” I reach over to my jeans and dig out a condom. I’ve never put one on under water before, but I’m hoping it’s just as useful as it is on dry land.

  Baya watches as I submerge it and roll it over myself under the vaporous steam.

  “It takes a talent,” she muses.

  “I’ve got plenty of talent.” I give a devilish grin. “In fact, I’m about to show you just where my talent lies.” I dip my hand between her thighs and rub my thumb over the softest part of her. My finger glides back slipping deep inside her, careful and slow.

  Baya closes her eyes and lets out a breath. “Yes,” she whispers, biting down on her strawberry-colored lip. “You are quite talented.”

  Baya wraps her legs around my waist and guides me in. I take it slow and easy, pushing in inch by inch, watching her face to see if I’m hurting her. I press her in by the small of her back, and she takes in a quick breath.

  “Okay”—I glide out—“we don’t have to do this.” I might die, but that’s not important.

  “No, it’s fine.” Baya bats her lashes at me. “It didn’t hurt at all, I swear. Besides, rumor has it, we have to do it”—she gives an impish grin—“a lot. And if we don’t, my body starts from scratch.” Her dimple goes off as if it were winking at me.

  “That’s one rumor I like.”

  “So put it back.” Her eyes widen with the command. “Now.”

  “Damn, Baya.” I give a little groan as I guide myself in again. “I think I like you large and in charge.”

  “Really?”

  Her eyes glow a pretty lemon yellow, so I kiss each of her eyelids in turn.

  “Really.”

  “Okay then, do that thing you said you were going to do.” She lowers her gaze to my chest before raking her lips against it.

  “Do what thing?” I think it’s damn cute she can’t bring herself to say it.

  “You know.” She looks up as the apples of her cheeks flame a soft pink.

  “Say it, Baya,” I whisper, grazing her thigh with my hard-on.

  “Fuck me,” she says it so low, I can barely make the words out.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” I bite down gently over her earlobe and stretch it out with my teeth.

  “I said, fuck me right now, Bryson Edwards.” Baya giggles it out loud enough for her voice to carry up to the pines.

  “Yes, ma’am.” I land a wet kiss over her lips. “I follow orders.”

  Baya guides me in this time and presses into my back until I offer a full thrust. Her eyes flutter back, her mouth opens. It looks as if she’s enjoying it, so I go with it. I reach down and cover her sensitive spot with my finger and bring her along for the ride. I wait until her breathing grows erratic, her eyes roll back into her skull, before I unleash and take us both to that special place that I swear has never felt so good before.

  “I’m coming,” I pant into her ear.

  Baya clutches onto me. Her fingernails dig their way down my back and bury themselves just below my hips. A choking sound emits from her as her body trembles over mine, then I join her. The two of us lost in our love for one another.

  I want to stretch this feeling out for all eternity with her.

  It’s magic like
this with Baya, and I never want it to end.

  9

  Halloween Fright

  Baya

  Bryson Edwards is a god. No really. Sans that whole omniscient thing, he’s perfect beyond universal comprehension.

  The thought ricochets in my mind on a loop as I throw on my apron at the Black Bear Saloon. It’s Halloween, and to say the freaks come out at night is putting it mildly. Tonight there’s a freaks and Greeks invasion like no other. Girls in slut-ware, boys in…well, most of them are dressed as themselves.

  Bryson winks at me from behind the counter, and my heart thumps as if begging me to jump him right here on the bar. He’s got his five o’clock shadow giving him that sexier-than-all-holy-hell look, and his jaw keeps redefining itself as he gawks over at me in my bunny slash waitress uniform. Honestly, with the catcalls I got just walking through the door, I should seriously consider wearing this cottontail every night of the year.

  Bryson, however, skipped the faux animal parts and decided to go rogue as a “bartender,” an amply endowed bartender sporting some seriously hot tats, but, nevertheless, he and all his immeasurably long male parts are mine. I give a private smile over to him as he speeds this way.

  “Nice ears.” He swoops in for a kiss.

  “You should see my tail,” I counter.

  “I plan on inspecting it in detail later tonight.” He gives a naughty growl as his hands round over the back of my shorts. I’ve kept the summer wardrobe as a part of my work uniform because, let’s face it, I get twice as many tips dressed as Jeanie Waters.

  “Hey.” Holt barks over at us in his vampire attire. His face is covered with white pancake makeup while a trail of gelatinous blood drips down his chin. I’m not sure how he managed to do it, but he actually has fangs. “This is a family show. Keep your hands to yourselves.” He gives a sly wink while conducting some major mixology behind the bar. “I’m teasing. Fornicate freely. In fact, I’d pay to see it. It’s probably good for business.” He holds up an electric blue drink for our approval.