Resonance (Marauders #4)

by Lina Andersson

  I nodded. “Wanna skip the condom?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned and got down on his knees in front of me. He pulled down my panties and kissed my stomach and the stretch marks. I had no idea what it was with him and the stretch marks, but he seemed to like them. “I want that. And I wanna taste you.”

  I lay down on the bed and spread my legs for him. He ran his hands along the inside of my thighs before dipping down and giving me a long lick.

  “I wanna taste you, too,” I mumbled. “Get up on the bed and get your dick over here.”

  He did as I’d asked, and we were both on our sides, in opposite directions and facing each other, so I moved down until I could reach his dick with my mouth. My hand couldn’t circle him completely, and despite making a few attempts, I wasn’t even close to being able to deep throat him, but I liked trying—and he loved me trying. While I was licking, sucking, and kissing whatever parts of him I could reach, he was working me soaking wet.

  I slowly moved my hand up and down his rock hard cock and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.

  “Fuck, Billie,” he groaned against my clit. “So good.”

  With a small smile on my lips, I let go and went for the other one.

  “No,” he said and pulled me up to face him.

  “Had enough of a taste?” I asked him, and gave him a kiss. “I was just getting started.”

  “Liar,” he smiled and flipped us around so I was on my back. “You’re as eager as I am.”

  “Maybe,” I answered, but then I felt him stroking his tip along my slit and moaned at the feeling. There was no way around it: sex felt a lot better without a condom. It’s not as if I’d had any complaints about the sex we’d had so far, but this was closer. More personal.

  Intimate.

  “Fuck,” he mumbled. “That’s….”

  “Great?” I suggested, and then he slid inside. “Awesome.”

  “Fucking fantastic,” he groaned as he pushed deeper.

  I was bound to agree with him; it was fucking fantastic. It was always fucking fantastic. I opened my eyes, and Tommy was above me, but his eyes were closed. His mouth in a slight smile, and… I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was so strange and amazing at the same time to see someone I’d known my entire life in such a different light. He was… beautiful. I drew my fingertips along his jaw, feeling the stubble tickle me, and his response was to dip down and suck my right nipple into his mouth.

  “God, Tommy.”

  He hummed with my nipple still lodged between his teeth, and I wrapped my legs around him to get him even closer—deeper.

  “Fuck!” I groaned, since he hit my cervix, and it hurt, but at the same time it felt good.

  He halted and grabbed my hip to hold me down. “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Don’t stop.”

  “Good?”

  “Very.”

  “I wanna take you from behind. We’re gonna go through as many positions as possible. I want my fill.”

  “Okay,” I chuckled. “Think you’ll last that long?” I asked as I turned around to stand on all fours.

  “Don’t be cheeky,” he said and slapped my ass before grabbing hold of my hips.

  He gave me five kisses on different places on my back, and I knew he was kissing the five moles I had there. He did a lot of those little things that made it feel like he’d memorized my entire body. It felt… strange, and it made me feel so loved for who I was.

  “Tommy,” I whispered.

  “Right there. Spread wider, babe, and arch your back for me. Show me that curve I love.”

  I did as he’d asked, and then I looked at him over my shoulder. His hands stroked my waist, up my sides, before going back down.

  “Please?”

  He nodded, and I felt him stroking my stretch marks as he slid his hands around my hips. Then the tip of his dick slowly entered me again. I loved that feeling. He just kept going, patiently waiting for me to adjust, and he was so big it felt like there was no end to him. He couldn’t fuck me hard from the behind, at least not until about the time I was coming; it hurt when he tried. So he always started slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he moved in and out of me. Slow, delicious strokes, reaching all the right spots inside of me, and making me ache for more.

  “Oh, god,” I moaned when he grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my knees. With my back against him, he was teasing a whole new set of spots. It also allowed him to fuck me harder without hurting me. “God, I love you.”

  “Love you, too, Munchkin—every single inch of you.”

  “Make me come,” I whispered.

  He didn’t answer, but his right hand let go of my hip and traveled the short distance to my mound and in between my legs. The tip of his middle finger found my clit, and while giving the side of my neck licks and nibbles, he started circling it. At the same time, his grip of my hair tightened, and he was speeding up.

  “Come on, honey,” he mumbled next to my ear, giving it a quick lick. “You feel fantastic like this, with nothing between us. I wanna feel you come over my dick. And I wanna feel it more than once tonight.”

  “Shit,” I groaned when I felt it coming, grabbing ahold of my body, and flooding me. “So close.”

  “That’s my girl,” he panted, and fucked me even harder.

  “Let go,” I hissed, and when he released my hair, I fell back to my hands.

  With a renewed grip of my hips, he started fucking me while simultaneously pulling me over his dick. I pushed my face into a pillow and screamed into it when I came.

  Tommy slowed down, and when I could breathe again, he pulled me with him to lay on our sides, him spooning me and still inside me.

  “So I’m your girl?” I asked in a hoarse voice.

  “Hell, yeah,” he answered and kiss my shoulder. “All mine.”

  “You know I’m not gonna let you mark me with a tattoo,” I said. Tommy knew how I felt about tattoos. I didn’t mind him having them, even if I was glad he didn’t have as many as most of the others in the club, but I didn’t want one of my own. And if I, for some reason, would want a tattoo, one to mark me as his old lady or whatever wouldn’t be the one I would chose. “Just so you know.”

  “No need,” he mumbled and slowly started moving his hips again with a content groan. “Already marked you.”

  “What?” I asked just half-aware of what we were talking about.

  “Here,” he said and stroked my stretch marks. “I did those, so consider yourself marked as my girl. Think we’ll add to them, too. Gonna give you loads of baby scars, Munchkin. Gonna keep knocking you up as often as you’ll let me.”

  That would explain why he liked them, and even if I’d never been bothered by them, his comment made me like them better. And his comment about keeping me knocked up made me moan.

  “Yeah?” I panted. “Big family?”

  “Huge,” he mumbled and held me closer. “It’ll be fucking fantastic.”

  I turned around and nestled myself into his arms. I wanted to ask him if he was worried about the next day, but at the same time I didn’t want to make him think about it. I stroked his cheek and gave his lips a peck.

  “I love you.”

  “Love you, too, Munchkin.” He kissed my forehead before pushing me to my back, getting on top of me. “We’re not done yet.”

  “Okay,” I laughed. “Sorry. You sure you don’t need sleep?”

  “Fuck sleep. I can sleep afterwards.” He pushed inside me again. “I’m gonna make sure my girl is sated and keep her mind off tomorrow as much as possible.

  oOo

  TOMMY WAS KNEELING ON the floor in the hospital room he’d been assigned before the surgery, and he was holding Felix as tightly as he could without risking hurting him. He was just about to let go when Felix started sobbing.

  “Hey, it’s okay,” he mumbled. “It’ll be okay, Champ.”

  “I’m really, really scared now,” Felix whispered.

  “I know. I’m sc
ared, too.”

  “You are?”

  “Yeah.” He gave Felix’s cheek a kiss. “Mommy will be with you, and I’ll see you as soon as they let me.”

  “Who’s gonna to be with you?”

  “Grandma and the guys from the club. I won’t be alone.”

  “I’ll send Mommy to you when I’m not as scared anymore,” Felix said and wiped his nose. “It might take a while.”

  “That’s okay, kid. I think she would rather be with you, anyway, and we’ll all be together soon.”

  “Promise.”

  “I promise.”

  “In the same house?”

  “In the same house.”

  He was fully prepared to make that promise because he wasn’t going to let any one of them go. Not a chance in hell. They were going to do this, and when he got better, he’d get them the best fucking house he could afford. He was going to keep his family close and his kid healthy. They were gonna make it.

  “I love you, Daddy.”

  “I love you, too, Champ. So much. I’ll think about you the entire time.”

  “Until you see me again?”

  “Until then. Remember that. Whenever you think about me, I’m thinking about you, too.”

  Felix nodded and finally let go. “All the time?”

  “Yup,” Tommy answered and tapped his chest. “You’ll be right here.”

  He stood up and watched Leah take Felix’s hand, but Billie was waiting behind, and as soon as they were out the door, she grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

  “I’ll see you,” she said. “And I love you.”

  “Love you. Take care of him.”

  “You know I will.”

  “I know,” he smiled and nodded towards the door. “Now go. They said they had some good pills for me once you’d left.”

  “You’ll get the good stuff. That nurse is crushing on you badly.”

  “It’s ‘cause I’m giving my kidney to a kid. Chicks dig that.”

  “Yes, we do,” Billie smiled. She leaned against his chest. “You better come back to me.”

  “Won’t be able to keep me away. Now go. He needs you more than I do, and I don’t want to have a boner when she comes back with the pills. She might do nasty things with me when I’m asleep if she sees the size of my dick.”

  “Love you,” Billie said and slowly started backing up towards the door. She had tears in her eyes. “You know, you’ll get a mark for Felix now, too. We’ll both have scars for him.”

  He hadn’t thought of that, and he really liked it. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

  “I love you, Billie Jensen.”

  “And I love you, Tommy Miles,” she smiled, and then she left.

  Tommy sat down on the gurney and took another deep breath. It was a strange mix of emotions inside of him. He was scared, but not at all for himself. He was terrified that something would go wrong with Felix’s surgery and that he’d just hugged his kid for the last time. It wasn’t likely, but not completely unthinkable, and as opposed to the case with most kidney transplants, they were taking out Felix’s own kidneys. That wasn’t common procedure. It wasn’t a big thing, but still an increased risk. Tommy had discovered that he hated hearing the words ‘increased risk’ when it involved his son.

  He looked up when the door opened, but it wasn’t the cute nurse, it was Brick.

  “If anyone asks, I’m your dad.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  “I figured the others would be with the kid, and that you might want some company.”

  Tommy smiled. “Yeah. You might scare the cute nurse, though.”

  “There’s a cute nurse?” Brick asked and sat down with his eyes on the door. “How cute?”

  “She’s not Mel.”

  “There’s only one of Mel,” Brick chuckled. “Which might not be a bad thing. Not sure the world is ready for another Mel.”

  “Shouldn’t have knocked her up. That baby girl of yours is a Mel in waiting.” Tommy noticed Brick looking at his hands, and he stopped twisting them. He hadn’t even been aware that he was. “If something happens—” he started.

  “Nothing’s going to happen,” Brick interrupted him. “You’re at one of the best hospitals in the fucking state. They know what they’re doing.”

  “I know, but if, you’ll make sure they’re safe?”

  “I swear on my patch I’ll take care of your family. But no matter what fucking god is watching over us, there is no one sadistic enough to kill a man when he’s saving his kid’s life the way you’re doing. I refuse to believe that’s even a possibility.”

  “I don’t know, I’ve seen evidence of some really sadistic shit.”

  They sat in silence until the cute nurse came and gave him the pills. She told him Brick could stay for another five minutes before they had to start prepping Tommy for surgery.

  Tommy felt his pulse slowing when the pills started to take effect, and he soon started feeling great. Really fucking awesome and calm. By the time the nurse came back, he felt like a million bucks.

  “We need to take your son to prepare him for the surgery,” she said to Brick. “You can wait with the others in the family room. It will take about three hours.”

  Brick nodded with a chuckle and leaned over the gurney, and Tommy realized he had some trouble seeing him. He was just a blur.

  “I’ve always known you had a good heart, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud to know a man,” Brick said with a smile. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

  Tommy was trying to figure out if it was the pills, or if Brick had actually said that.

  He was lucid enough to recognize the surgeon, but he couldn’t remember his name. They’d met a number of times, and the man had explained the surgery and what he could expect afterwards in great detail. He’d been surprisingly funny, too. First time they met, he’d said to Tommy that he thought it was just good form to meet a man before he stuck his fingers into him.

  “Mr. Miles, we’re going to sedate you, and when you wake up, you’ll have one kidney less. You okay with that?”

  “As long as the kidney is in my boy in the next room, I’m fine with it.”

  “I’ll make sure of that,” he laughed. “I want you to count backwards from twenty.”

  “Twenty, nineteen,” Tommy started and took a deep breath. “Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen…”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  You Can Ask

  oOo

  PAIN WAS RADIATING FROM his left side and managed to reach every fucking part of his body. He tried to speak, but he couldn’t, and instead some weird sound came out of his mouth.

  “I pressed the button for you,” Billie said. “I’m putting it in your hand so you can administer it by yourself. Okay?”

  He nodded. “Water,” he managed to say.

  “No water, but they left some ice for you to suck on.”

  He didn’t care where the liquid came from as long as he got some, and when he felt the ice against his lips, he opened up his mouth.

  “Felix?”

  “He’s still in surgery. They’ll come and get me when they’re taking him into ICU. They said your surgery went very well, your kidney was a prime specimen, and so far Felix’s surgery is going well, too.”

  He opened his eyes and looked at Billie. She had her blonde hair up in a messy ponytail, and she looked tired. He would’ve liked to reach out for her, but he had a feeling the pain would be excruciating if he moved even the slightest.

  “Good.”

  “I’ve got some great news. Your dad has come alive, and he’s currently becoming best buddies with my dad again.”

  “Don’t make me laugh,” he warned her, but it felt good to hear Brick was still around. “Make sure I’m kept informed about Felix.”

  “I will. You know I will.” She gently stroked his hand. “I love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  “Go back to sleep. I’ll make sure someone is here when you wake up again.
”

  He nodded, and even if he didn’t want to fall asleep, he still did. It was impossible to stay awake.

  *

  The next time Tommy woke up, Brick was sleeping in the chair Billie had been in earlier. That time he just pressed a few times on the button in his hand and fell right back asleep.

  *

  The third time, Leah was there. She got up as soon as she saw him moving.

  “Hey, Felix’s operation was a success. Everything went well.”

  “Good. Ice,” he groaned while pressing the button in his hand. He relaxed when he felt the morphine working. “Billie?”

  “She’s with him.”

  For a selfish moment he wanted Billie with him instead. He’d given his fucking kidney to the kid, could he at least have Billie with him for a few minutes? Then he snapped back to the present and opened his eyes.

  “How is he? How is he doing?”

  “Think you know that better than I do,” Leah answered with a smile.

  Fucking hell, he didn’t want to imagine Felix in the same amount of pain as he was in.

  *

  The fourth time was the first time he felt lucid. There was still pain, but a push on the button soon took the edge off.

  Brick looked up from the paper he was reading.

  “Hey, kid. You with me this time?”

  “Think you’re taking your fake identity a bit too serious if you’re calling me kid.”

  “Yeah. All the cute nurses are fawning over how well I’ve raised my son. You had a hard-on in your sleep and I think one of them almost came in her panties. Fair warning: they’re mumbling about sponge baths. Should clear that with your woman.”

  Tommy chuckled, but it died the second he felt how much that hurt, and he groaned. “Don’t make me laugh.”

  “Felix is doing well. No sign of rejection so far.” Brick chuckled a little when he said it, as if he could hear himself how strange the doctor lingo sounded coming from his mouth. “But I don’t know if that would be noticed yet.”

  “It could, but it could happen any time in the next three months. Or after that. No way of knowing, but I think the first few days are important.” He tried to sit up, but gave up on that idea immediately. “How many times have I woken up?”