Her Brother's Keeper: The Sacred Brotherhood Book II

by A. J. Downey

  I watched him roll it on and found there was nothing more erotic to me than watching this man make himself ready to penetrate me. I spread my legs and reached for him, digging my nails into his ass to pull him closer. He swiped his dick against my clit a few times, building my anticipation before slowly sinking into my body.

  I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, edging my butt closer to the edge of the dresser to make sure I took all of him inside me. We both bowed our heads, breath coming in passionate moans, watching him slip in and out of my wet, waiting, pussy until I gave myself over to simply feeling, planting my hands behind me and arching back. Letting my head fall loosely on my neck, my long hair sweeping down my back as I gave myself up like an offering to Nox’s skilled hands and lips.

  He leaned gently closer, lips sliding against the side of my neck, my breath falling from my lips in a shuddering sigh, as his hands trailed softly against my skin. He was exciting me, winding me up so that he could watch me go, and I loved it when he was like this. Taking care of me before meeting his own needs.

  He caressed my ribs, letting his left hand, the one he was dominant with, slip between my thighs. He leaned back to look at what he was doing, slipping his thumb through my wetness, teasing my clitoris gently with the pad until I gasped, my pussy throbbing and twitching around him.

  “Oh yeah, Baby, like that… Come for me, Angel,” he whispered in silken undertones. I sat up straight, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my place on the dresser for once, giving me a height advantage.

  I did to Nox what he did to me, threading my fingers through the back of his hair, pulling his head back so I could kiss him with every ounce of fierce passion I felt for him. He moaned into my mouth, making a sound like I was the best, most satisfying thing he’d ever tasted, and pressed his cock and his thumb into me just a little bit more.

  I cried out into his mouth, the pressure building in my womb, my pussy tightening around him to the point he gasped, as the starlight of orgasm filled me slowly in steady increments. I wanted it, I wanted him so badly, my body tight and ready, crying out and begging for that sweet release with every fiber of my being. He rocked his hips forward, questing, looking for that spot inside of me even as his thumb kept up the exquisite, gentle torture from the outside and it was as if the world snapped right out of focus.

  I tore my mouth from his and cried out, arching, body writhing in counter rhythm to his. He thrust forward, and I matched him until we crashed together with the sharp report of flesh meeting flesh. His fingers dug tightly into my hips, with near bruising force as we left love making behind. My orgasm seemingly unleashed a primal need in him, pushing him into the response to fuck me. I was okay with that. I wanted that. I wanted every part of him. His love, his trust, and in that moment, his intensity and even that edge of violence that made Nox fall firmly into the category of ‘bad boy.’

  He pulled me off the dresser and set me on my feet, turning me around, his fist finding the back of my hair and gripping it in that way that screamed that he had all of the control. It made me melt, I loved it; I loved when he bent me over the dresser and pressed my breasts and stomach flat against the scarred wooden surface, his necklace, the one with the dog tags bearing his twin’s name, brushing coolly along my spine.

  He shoved into my dripping cunt from behind and went all the way in, in one smooth, demanding stroke. My hip bones cracked painfully into the edge of the dresser top at first, until I shoved myself forward, planting my palms against the wall, bracing myself to take him and every dominating stroke he had to give me.

  He fucked me hard, breathing labored, my pussy wet and wanting, another orgasm threatening from my depths, lurking and waiting, as he dragged it to the surface with every impatient hard thrust of his hips. He smoothed his hands over my ass, and I yelped when one of them came down on one cheek, crashing into the flesh with a sharp snap of sound. I could feel his handprint, pink and angry, raising to the surface with a delicious sting.

  “Nox, oh please! Do that again!”

  He obliged, with a deep, dark, chuckle and I yowled, shoving myself back harder, clenching down with my pelvic muscles, forcing him to slow just a bit as it became harder to enter and withdrawal from me.

  “Oh yeah, like that Angel, just like that,” he murmured and I redoubled my effort to do what he commanded.

  He cried out, and shoved into me once, twice, a third and fourth final time, collapsing over my back, his teeth gently setting into the back of my shoulder in a light and loving bite that sent a wash of tingles down my spine. My pussy gently throbbed and pleasurable little pulses shook me, and I realized that I’d come again, with him, it’d just been such a perfect, shining moment I had a delayed reaction of the euphoria sliding around me.

  “I love you, Angel,” he gasped between my shoulder blades and I forced myself back onto him just a little bit more, loving how he touched the deepest parts of me. He cried out softly with the unexpectedness of it and I smiled.

  “I love you, too.”

  We made love on the bed, the next time. Carefully relocating my property vest to the dresser top. The next round far more languid, and the round after that, lazy by comparison to the first two.

  I almost wished that we could stay like this all weekend long. Lying in bed together, making love over and over until the afterglow just became glow and the lines of reality softened and blurred until we simply had no responsibilities left but what we owed to each other; making one another feel good.

  Chapter 29

  Nox

  She laughed and smiled and loaded some more food onto her plate. Our sex-fueled rampage over one another’s bodies had worked up a massive appetite between the both of us, and I found myself wishing that cardio was always so much fun.

  “What’s that secret smile for, yo?” my twin asked, dropping onto the bench beside me.

  “Just madly in love,” I told him.

  He looked over to Maren who was laughing at something Reaver was saying and shook his head. “Yeah, until she decides the novelty of it has worn off.”

  “Dude, why you gotta be like that?” I asked, irritated. Rush stared me down with his caramel brown eyes, his golden brown eyebrows raising.

  “What? She’s seventeen, bro –”

  “Eighteen,” I cut him off and gave him a murderous look, a warning look, like if he didn’t want to get his ass beat, he’d better shut the fuck up, right fucking now. He glared back and shook his head.

  “Whatever man, same difference. She’s a barely legal teen, but she’s a fucking teen… When you gonna wake up? She’s just gonna use you until something younger and prettier comes along and –”

  “Rush, knock it off.” Archer, our older brother, dropped onto the bench at my back and stared my twin down.

  Rush pushed his hands off his knees and stood, “Whatever man, y’all motherfuckers are blind.”

  He walked away from us and went over to sit with Red-Thirteen, Data, and Zeb. Archer grunted and I turned to meet his discerning gaze.

  “What, not you too?”

  “No, not me too, jackass. I wanted to know what you did to make little miss over there so fuckin’ happy. There’s give her some great dick kind of happy then there’s this. What did you do?”

  I bowed my head and shook it, sure this was going to hurt some kind of way, but having zero fucks to give. Maren was happy, I was happy, and despite what a lot of these motherfuckers wanted to think, she and I were solid. So I told him, “Gave her my rag, bro. She’s my ol’ lady.”

  “No shit?” Archer asked surprised, his mouth turning down at the corners like he was some kind of impressed, “Rush is gonna shit, but good on you, bro.”

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Yeah, really,” he said. I nodded slowly… that was Archer, a man of few words but when he did put in his say, it was something like sixty/forty you were gonna get ripped to shreds by whatever came out of his mouth. I was surprised to land in the forty percentile this
go around so I had to ask…

  “What makes you say that?”

  He gave me a wicked grin like he knew I would ask and I probably wouldn’t like the answer, but then surprised me again by saying; “I got a good feeling about her. For being so young, she’s been through some shit, and she really seems to have her head on straight about it all. Don’t worry about Rush, he’ll come around. I think he likes to forget he wasn't the only one with the same kind of intensity at her age.”

  I nodded carefully, “He get at you about Melody cheating yet?” I asked.

  Archer snorted, “Nah, he and Mel are in the same boat on a kind of how Grind treated her. Kindred spirits or some shit. Think there were a couple times back in AZ they ended up drinking buddies over their respective partners lack of fidelity if you know what I mean.”

  “Yeah, I do.” I shook my head. My twin sure knew how to pick bitches. We never got exactly why he went for the mouthy, disrespectful cunts with no loyalty, but more often than not, he hooked up with a bitch and fell hard – unfortunately they always seemed to have other ideas. His bitterness at the injustice of it was showing. I could take it, but he was fucked if he ever brought it up to Maren. I’d throw down over her, with my own twin, I loved her that much.

  “Unca Nox!” I jerked my attention to the toddling slap of my nephew’s little Velcro sneakers against the deck we were all on, getting our grub on.

  “Hey, little man!” I swept him up as he threw himself at me, wrapping his little arms around my neck.

  I caught Maren’s uncertain gaze over his little shoulder and smiled at her reassuringly, giving her a wink. She smiled back, and whatever she saw on my face made her relax. She said her goodbyes to Mandy and Everett and slipped over to us, slinging one of her long legs that went on for days over the bench on the side of me my twin had vacated.

  “Hi, Noah!” she said smiling for the benefit of my nephew.

  Archer grunted, “Thought you didn’t like kids,” he said and Maren frowned at him slightly.

  “I never said that,” she said, and waved back at Noah who decided he was being shy, and would only curl his little fingers at Maren in a toddler’s wave.

  “You don’t want any,” Archer said succinctly and I wanted to smack him. The only problem was, he hit a fuck of a lot harder than me, and I needed my hands for work, by like a lot.

  Maren though? Maren handled her own, “Just because I don’t want any of my own doesn’t mean I hate kids, and even if I didn’t like them, that doesn’t give me the right to be a jerk to them.”

  Archer grunted, and tilted his head to the side as if thinking in the way that was purely typical of him before finally giving an absent-minded nod. His gaze remained fixed on Noah, his stepson, and nephew by marriage and birth, but don’t tell Arch that. He’d claimed Noah as his own and would fucking kill you if you suggested he was anything other than one hundred percent his boy.

  “There you are!” Melody cried, laughing. Her stomach was getting big, swollen with Archer’s legitimate child, and Archer smiled up at his wife.

  “Yeah, I got him.”

  “Oh really?” she asked coolly, “Looks like Uncle Nox is the one in charge, here. Huh, baby boy?”

  “Whoah!” I cried, as Noah pitched himself headlong towards his mother. Archer grabbed for him, caught him, and lifted him squealing and laughing into the air. I laughed with them both and even Maren cracked a wide smile.

  No, my girl didn’t hate kids, she loved them, she just didn’t want to have any of her own and it was a sad reality that no one in this day and age had the couth to be respectful of a woman’s reproductive rights. Everyone had their questions and opinions about it when really, it was none of their fucking business.

  Of course, god forbid I say my opinion on the matter out loud. Then I was just pussy whipped, or my masculinity was called into question when the truth was, men needed a little feminism too.

  On the flip side, me being me, I could give a fuck less what anybody thought. I did what I did and damn it anyhow.

  “You cool, Angel?” I asked when Archer and Mel were distracted by Noah and their banter enough that I could ask.

  “Fine,” she said with a genuine smile and I felt my heart lift in the center of my chest.

  “That’s my girl,” I murmured and I felt my chest squeeze with joy at how she flushed with pleasure at what I’d said.

  We ate together in companionable silence for a little bit until the conversation at our table with Archer and Mel, Evy and Dray, drew us out to participate. It was a good dinner, and a relief to look over at Sage and Connor getting along across the deck. The carefree smile plastered to the kid’s face worth the trip already.

  We finished up our food, the sun starting to set, and took our time wandering along the lake, talking and holding hands. With the fading light, the chill started to rise and Maren hugged herself. We hadn’t needed our coats, opting instead to just be out in the sunshine in our long sleeves which had been fine during the day. Not so much with the fading sunlight.

  “I’ll go in and get our coats,” I said and pulled her close, kissing her gently.

  “I’ll go with you.”

  “Nah, no need for that, I’ll drop you off at the fire with the others. You relax, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

  She smiled, “Okay.”

  I took her hand and led her over by the fire. Trigger was leaned up against the log everyone used as a back rest, Sunshine cradled against his chest.

  “Hey man, look after my best girl for a minute while I run and get our coats?”

  “Sure thing, man. Hey, Maren.” He inclined his golden head and smiled up at my woman who smiled back down at him, settling on her jean clad butt on the plaid blanket next to him.

  “Hey.” She settled in and I left off, heading back up toward the lodge, digging in my hip pocket for our room key. I met Sage and Connor on their way down, arms loaded with boxes of graham crackers and chocolate bars.

  “Woah, hey, where are the marshmallows?” I asked.

  “My dad’s got ‘em,” Connor said and I nodded.

  “Good deal, can’t do smores without ‘em.”

  “Ever had one with a peanut butter cup instead of just plain chocolate?” Sage asked and I put my hands over my heart in mock indignation.

  “Sounds like sacrilege to me!”

  “No, it’s hella good! Ask Maren, it’s her favorite.”

  I laughed, “She’s been holding out on me! Not sure we can date anymore.”

  “Then pretend I didn’t say anything!” Sage called and I grinned at him as he marched backward down the trail. I do believe I just got the kid’s official, unequivocal, stamp of approval, and that felt damn good.

  I let myself into our room and pulled my cut off from over my shirt, laying it on the bed. I swung into my jacket and got it settled comfortably before I put my cut back on over it. When I took up Maren’s coat, I spied my rag, folded neatly on the dresser we’d fucked on earlier. I picked it up and slid her sleeves through the arm holes. If my twin had anything to say about it, he could take it up with me.

  Her jacket and my rag slung over my arm, I left out of our room shutting and locking the door tight behind me. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my brother’s locking it up like this, it was more the lodge itself. It had staff that wasn’t club, and so it was better safe than sorry – for them, not us.

  I found Maren and Sage by the fire, getting their marshmallows done up on long roasting skewers and laughing. She handed her skewer to Sunshine when she saw me and got up. The air was crisper than even when I’d left and she looked grateful for her coat. I held it open for her and she slipped her arms into the sleeves. I took a brief moment to smile over my name against her back, a little disappointed I’d had to cover up her wings.

  “Thank you,” she murmured.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sage demanded, and I sat down next to him, between him and his sister.

  “It means I love your
sister, and if anyone tries anything, I’ll hurt them,” I said.

  “Like you did Luke?” he asked.

  “What do you know about that?” I asked as Maren settled in next to me, her fingers threading through mine as she took up her marshmallow from Ashton on her other side.

  “Nothing, just that he was hurting my sister, then you went over there and he stopped.”

  I nodded, and said, “That’s all you need to know.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, boy. That’s the way it is among our kind,” Dragon said. He had his legs stretched out, the soles of his boots nearly smoking with how close they were to the fire. He had his hands folded across his belly and the tops of his shoulders leaned against one of the other logs, the picture of his namesake guarding his horde. He sucked on his cigarette, the coal flaring bright, and let out a stream of smoke through his nose.

  “And how do I become one?” he asked, and Maren turned her head.

  “Sage,” she said, warning to her tone.

  “What? I’m not trying to be rude! For real, I’m just asking. I’ve never asked before.”

  Dray chuckled, “You gotta be eighteen for one,” he said.

  “And have a bike,” Duracell chimed in.

  “What else?” he asked curiously.

  “You have to prove yourself,” Connor said, staring into the flames with a level of resolve out of character for his thirteen years. Reaver stared over at his son, pride shining in his icy blue eyes and it made me smile. Connor was definitely a kid he could be proud of. Despite his batshit crazy mother, he was somehow turning out right.

  Maren lifted my arm and put it over her shoulders, I hugged her into my side and listened as my club brothers and my family explained to Sage everything involved with what it was to be one of us. Family, honor, loyalty being just the tip of the iceberg.