Her Brother's Keeper: The Sacred Brotherhood Book II

by A. J. Downey

  “It’s heavier than it looks,” I murmured when it settled onto my shoulders.

  “It has armor plates in it. Dress for the slide, Angel, not for the ride. You get me?”

  “Does this mean you’re taking me for a ride?” I asked, and I couldn’t hide my amused smile at the double entendre.

  “It’s your eighteenth birthday, what better way to celebrate than with your first ride?” he asked, and I turned around to see a light I’d never seen before in his eyes. It was a look of excitement edged with a desperate hope. I felt my own enthusiasm and excitement rise in the center of my chest and laughed, throwing my arms around him and kissing him, not even caring about my coffee breath.

  “Come on, Baby. Let’s ride.”

  Out at the bike, after locking up the house, my purse slung over my chest, gloves firmly on my hands and coat zipped against the cold, Nox was telling me everything he needed from me. He slipped a pair of sunglasses over my eyes as he spoke and a neoprene shell over the lower half of my face, something surprisingly easy to breathe through, yet enough to keep my face warm against the threat of the wind and cold.

  Lastly, he buckled a helmet onto my head, one of those half kind; black and shiny like a beetle. With a few final instructions, I was perched on the back seat, my arms around his solid body, excitement, anxiety, and a little adrenaline a heady concoction filtering through my veins, making my blood very nearly glow.

  He expertly piloted us out onto my street and the feeling? The feeling was something. I don’t even really know if I could begin to describe it, but I’ll try… Free is a good word, something wild and barely contained. It was out of this world holding on to Nox and watching the pavement whip by beneath us. The wind was fierce, the noise incredible, but it was as if the world fell away in a blur of color and motion, yet at the same time, we became one and merged with our surroundings. The thrum of the engine beneath us, the air around us, the world whipping by as the bike carved a path down our lane of traffic. All of it was incredible, unbelievable, and I was instantly addicted.

  We rode to the clubhouse, and when we pulled into the lot, it was to a noisy cheer going up from the brothers and ol’ ladies who were all gathered outside and similarly dressed to ride. I got off of the bike at Nox’s tapped command on my knee and pulled the face mask and glasses off. I couldn’t keep from grinning.

  “Well, what did you think?” Dragon asked in his deep, steady drawl.

  “I want to go again,” I cried, and everyone laughed.

  “Well, we ain’t done yet, Sweetheart. Everybody, let’s give this girl a birthday ride to remember!”

  A loud round of cheers, whistling, and clapping went up and Nox smiled up at me. I leaned down and gave him a kiss and he laughed against my mouth, not that I could hear it. Not with all of the Harleys starting up.

  “Come on, Jailbait! Don’t keep us waiting,” Rush called over the thrum of the engines.

  “Not jailbait!” I cried, “Not anymore!”

  “Ah, that’s where you’re wrong, Baby! You’ll always be Jailbait to me!” he called back and held up his gloved hands in front of his chest, thumbs down, fingers curved up and over into the shape of a heart. I laughed and settled in behind Nox, excited for all of the new experiences the day had to offer.

  Chapter 25

  Nox

  It was late and it had been an eventful day for my Angel. I watched the blue light from the big screen flicker across her face where she’d drifted off against my chest and I had to smile. We’d ridden a ways out to this favorite barbecue joint of the clubs for lunch. The rest of the club who’d been able to make the ride had given Maren their gifts, which is to say the ol’ ladies who had made it did. Rush surprised me and had given Maren a picture of the gift he’d made for her. A sturdy wooden chest that’d he’d carved with flowers and had stained with an antiqued finish.

  She’d cried, and I’d held her to a course of ‘awe’s’ from my brothers and sisters. They all liked her, I loved her, and so we’d made the day as perfect as we could for her. We’d ridden, had food, stayed together to celebrate her special day. We’d come back to the club and had popped popcorn and let her have run of the TV; whatever she’d wanted to watch. Of course, she tortured us with romantic comedies to which the rest of the ol’ ladies had cheered chanting ‘One of us! One of us!’ making her smile and laugh.

  There had been a lot of smiling, and a lot of laughs today and now, it was way past midnight and we were all just about wore the fuck out. I sat up carefully, Cell eyeing me from the other end of the couch.

  “Goin’ to bed?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I murmured.

  “Good deal. I’ll grab her boots and stuff, if you got her?”

  “Thanks, man.”

  I picked her up carefully, balancing her in my arms. She stirred and squeaked, startled, but her arms went around me in perfect love and perfect trust and I was glad I had her to myself tonight. To take her to my bed and to sleep with her in my arms, no barriers, no bullshit, just us.

  Cell followed us out the back and into the cold, both of us stopping just inside the back door to lay her coat over her for the short trek to the outbuilding my room lay in. He dropped her boots inside my door and said, “Night bro,” before shutting it tightly against the outside world, leaving me alone with my girl.

  I set her down gently on the bed and put her jacket aside on the chair in the corner before I went back to her, kissing her lightly, letting my hand skim up under the hem of her form fitting, long sleeved, shirt. I lifted it over her head and she sighed in contentment, letting me take care of her.

  I lost my shirt next and kicked off my boots. She lay and watched me, her breath catching when my shirt came all the way off. I was glad I still had it, and that she liked what she saw. She reached for me as I nudged her knees apart with my own, covering her mouth with mine. She tasted so damn good, salty sweet, a perfect combination. I let my hands roam over her sides and edge beneath her to go for the clasp on her bra.

  I couldn’t quite get it, instead, all I was getting was frustrated with my clumsy attempts as a grown ass man to get my girlfriend’s bra undone. Maren didn’t help my ego any by giggling. Finally, she pulled her mouth from mine and whispered, “It’s a front clasp bra, lover.”

  I bowed my head, my forehead lightly touching her chest, above and between her breasts as we laughed together over it. A laugh I turned into a gasp and a moan when I pulled one cup aside and took her nipple into my mouth, suckling gently. Did I ever think I could be this happy or turned on? I thought to myself.

  No. I couldn’t remember a time with anyone else; no matter how hard I tried.

  Maren arched pressing her breast into my mouth, her fingers twining in my hair, holding my face to her chest as she moaned, a very feral and adult sound passing between her lips. I tried like hell to think about anything and everything other than her age but for the first time since we’d met all I kept thinking was things like barely legal teen. I tried not to let it deter me. Unfastening her bra and sliding it off her lithe arms, even as her legs, a mile long each, went around my hips, our jeans a tight and unwelcome barrier between us as I kissed my way back up to her mouth.

  “Nox,” she moaned, and I ground my crotch into hers at the breathy plea in her voice. God, I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to take everything she had to give and I wanted to make her scream my name to the heavens. My personal angel, defiling her in the sweetest possible way in front of man, and god, until she was earthbound and tied to me forever.

  “Nox, please,” she begged and I smiled, a wicked, almost cruel curve of lips.

  “Please, what, Angel?”

  “Mm, fewer clothes.”

  I reached for her waistband while she writhed, rubbing herself against me as I worked them open. I peeled them down her legs, taking her socks with them, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. She was so beautiful, nude and perfect, waiting in my bed.

  I knelt between her thighs and watched
her watch me as I undid my button fly; one button at a time. I didn’t do boxers or briefs, so the light in her dark gaze, smoldering with raw heat as each glimpse of flesh was made, was so worth taking my time over it. Never mind that my dick was granite in my pants, so hard and straining to the point I thought it was a real possibility it was going to fall off before I got the chance to use it.

  I about died and went straight to heaven when she wrapped her long, elegant fingers around the straining flesh, stroking it gently. I stopped in any efforts I had to shuck my pants off the rest of the way and watched her face as she teased my dick with her gentle little touches.

  Eventually, it just wasn’t enough for me and I edged my hips back, taking my cock back out of her reach. After that, it was a game of how quick I could get out of my pants without tripping over myself, and which drawer did I stash the fucking condoms in. I pulled one out of the bedside drawer and ripped open the gold foil with my teeth, extracting the rubber, slick with lube, with my fingertips.

  Maren watched me, hungrily, as I rolled it down the length of my cock, and reached for me once I had it settled at my throbbing base. I smiled and settled between those mile long legs of hers and pressed myself against her opening.

  I would like to have gone down on her, but I needed this; I needed inside of her before I couldn’t take it anymore and went stark raving mad. I pressed gently until I slipped into her, pausing when she jumped, a little unexpected, moving again only when I was sure I hadn’t hurt her.

  She was unused to sex, I got that. I wasn’t the clumsy little boy she’d had her first few times with. I was a man, and I was going to love her like a woman, not an inexperienced teenager. I started by making eye contact while I filled her to the brim. I moved slowly, letting her body adjust, making sure I did it right and that she was feeling nothing but good.

  Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted in a way that’d like to drive me wild as she breathed deep and even, arching beneath me. She was hot, wet, and so tight; soft and slick, and being inside her was just intense.

  I bowed my head, stilling inside of her, kissing her deeply, and loved that I could take my time with her like this, that she wasn’t demanding, or in a rush either. We kissed, and I moved, she gasped, and I moaned, and we made love carefully, playing off each other, sharing like I had never shared with someone before. It was beautiful and perfect, and I could go like this all night and I planned to. Holy fuck, did I plan to…

  Chapter 26

  Maren

  Sweet, blissful, torture. I wanted him, I wanted all of him, but Nox insisted on giving it to me in doses. His body moving over and inside me, taut and toned, hot and strong, loving me slowly, sweetly, until I lost my mind; my very soul to him. We kissed, as he eased his way in and out of my body, and I almost couldn’t stand how beautiful he made me feel. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, letting myself get lost in the sensations, riding the gentle current that swept us up and carried us away.

  I twined my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his lean hips, which made him groan. He played his lips and tongue against the side of my neck, making me shiver as a wave of tingling bliss washed over my back and down my arm, turning my nipple into a hard kernel of pleasure. I held onto him, rocking my hips into his every thrust and did everything in my power to remain an active participant; to give him everything he gave me in return.

  “God, Maren,” he breathed and I dragged his lips to mine, cupping his face with my hands, the light stubble on his cheeks scraping my palms. It was everything I’d imagined and more, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

  I dragged my lips from his after a time and murmured, “I want on top.” Just like that, faster than I could blink, Nox rolled, keeping himself deep inside of me and like magic, I was where I wanted to be, straddling his hips, riding him gently. The angle was deeper, somehow sharper than it had been before and it felt like he touched parts of me that were new; igniting a fire in my soul as I rose and fell, testing the waters. Nox rested his hands on my hips, thumbs sweeping encouragingly back and forth across the hollows left in front by the curvature of bone, as I ground my body over the top of his.

  I gasped his name, feeling full and so maddeningly close to the edge. A glowing, effervescent feeling lifting me, causing my head to go back and my eyes to slip closed as I rode my lover and prayed for that final catalyst to send me arching like a roman candle across the sky.

  Nox gave it to me. His thumb slipping in the wetness pooled between our bodies, seeking with the pad until he found his mark. Stroking over the super-sensitive flesh there until that lick of flame turned into an inferno and I jerked, clamping my legs tightly around him, letting out a cry I could scarcely believe was formed by my lips.

  He tortured me sweetly until I wrapped both hands around his wrist, laughing, attempting to stop the onslaught, overwhelmed to an extreme, limbs twitching; euphoria swirling through my veins. I didn’t think I could take anymore, yet Nox wrung every last bit of pleasure and then some out of my body, until tears collected on my lashes and I very nearly had to beg him to stop.

  He laughed, and it was a dark but seriously arousing sound. He guided me by my hips off of him. His cock slipping easily from my body. I followed his wordless commands, his hands guiding me where to go, as he stacked the pillows from the bed and had me lay on my stomach with them supporting my hips, raising my bottom into the air. He stroked over my skin, rubbing his hands gently over my back as I shivered with delight.

  He straddled my thighs and pressed his hands into my ass cheeks, spreading me, gazing adoringly over my body as I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing. His admiration soothed my nervousness as he rubbed his cock against my pussy, up and down, teasing, before finally sliding back in. He pressed deep, and I swear to god, that the way he had me I could feel every single last inch of him and not just length, either.

  He bottomed out, carefully, and nudged just that much further, smoothing his hands over my back, one hand creeping into the back of my hair, massaging my scalp. He fisted that hand in my hair and I gasped, arching back. It didn’t hurt, but it was clear he had all of the control and I was glad to cede it to him. He tugged back and I gasped again, feeling myself twitch around him and the slow, sly grin I was rewarded with was so worth it, I tensed around him again.

  “That’s it, Angel, milk my cock,” he breathed, and closed his eyes, bowing his head as if in prayer as he rode my body.

  It was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen and I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him come, and I tensed and pressed back onto his cock and struck a counterpoint rhythm to his short strokes to achieve just that.

  Nox rolled his head on his neck, his eyes closed in deep concentration over the feelings he was having, and I loved to watch it. He relinquished my hair, sliding his hands over my skin making it break out in a tingling wash, before gripping my shoulders tight. He thrust into me hard, and I cried out, it felt so good before he pistoned himself in and out of me at a punishing rate. The point where our bodies met reported with a slap of flesh that was punctuated by a sharp cry of pleasure from me. Nox’s breathing was labored, as he gasped, almost as if he were a drowning man, and perhaps he was. Perhaps, he was drowning in me, and I can’t say I didn’t like the sound of that.

  He pulled me back onto his dick powerfully one final time, with a shout of pure ecstasy, and I came with him, unable to tell where his body left off and mine began. We pulsed and twitched together, our bodies glued to one another with various fluids, sweat cooling our skins in the dim light cast by his bedside lamp. He lay over the top of me, panting; his fingers twined with mine as he kissed my shoulder between his gasps for air. I lay still, relishing the feel of him inside me and wishing we could lay like this forever.

  I was mildly heartbroken when he pushed himself up, reaching between us to hold the condom on himself while he pulled out of me. I shivered and he fell away, onto his side beside me. Laying on his back, the look in his eyes glazed and
dazed as he pulled me against his chest, discarding the used condom behind my back. I hadn’t even seen him pull it off.

  “I’m not done,” I whispered and Nox gave a laugh.

  “Give me a minute, Angel, I’m not as young as I used to be and need a little recovery time.”

  I crawled up his body and pressed my lips against his. Nox held my hair back from our faces and traced every one of my features with his gaze, lovingly.

  “Well, when you put it that way…” he murmured, and reached for the bedside drawer, pulling a fresh condom from its confines and handing it to me; I smiled and ripped it open…

  Chapter 27

  Nox

  “You are not having sex in our kitchen!” Everett cried, the doors swinging shut on her protests.

  “Watch me,” I muttered and pulled Maren back by the hips, the curve of her ass fitting perfectly into the front of my body. She giggled and I put my lips against the side of her neck, even as I slipped my hand beneath the hem of her tee so I could cup her breast. She gasped and bent forward, her ass grinding into the front of me, pressing against my cock which was rising to the occasion.

  “At least do her in the office away from the equipment!” Mandy yelled from up front, and then exclaimed, “What? Dray does you in there all the time.” Maren and I dissolved into laughter at the affronted tone Mandy used on her best friend. Everett’s only retort?

  “Good chocolate Christ on a cracker, Mandy-girl, we should be better bosses than this.”

  Maren twisted in my grasp, turning around so she could look up at me, not at all shy about pressing her body into mine as she twined her arms around my shoulders and held me back. I loved that she was comfortable with and around me, even when our age difference drew second and third looks from people. She didn’t care. She loved me with a fierce fire inside and I couldn’t help but love her back with my everything.