Between Brothers: The Sacred Brotherhood Book IV

by A. J. Downey

  He smiled against my lips, thrusting himself deep, reaching the end of me, and thrusting harder, just that little bit more until my body twitched around his. It was his favorite thing to do since he’d discovered he could make my body do it.

  “Oh, I’m going to put you into a blissed out fucking coma,” he whispered against my lips. I smiled against his mouth and kissed him again and he drove into me, wrapping his arms around my back and rolled, taking me with him. I yelped and laughed, suddenly finding myself on top.

  He let me go and I straightened, moaning. I loved being on top with Cell, his cock just fit right, touching all the right places inside me. I trailed fingertips down his chest while he gripped my hips, thumbs caressing back and forth as he watched me move.

  “C’mere beautiful, kiss me.” I bent at the waist and kissed him as he’d asked and felt the bed dip as Blue got back up on it behind me.

  Cell’s arms went around me, his hips taking over as he held me to his chest, flexing up into my body even as Blue began to kiss my lower back. I jumped and yelped when he bit my butt and his hand crashed down onto the other side, turning the yelp into another moan. Then his tongue touched me and I jumped again at the foreign sensation.

  Cell chuckled darkly and told Blue, “Get the lube and work her up to it.”

  “Up to what?” I asked dumbly and both of them had a bit of a laugh at that.

  “Just relax,” Cell ordered.

  I relaxed into him as he made slow, controlled; lazy thrusts up into me, his hand tangling in the back of my hair, massaging the back of my scalp as he pressed me down into his chest. Blue continued to tease me with his tongue and I heard the light plastic crack of him flipping the lid to the lubricant bottle open. I felt myself flare around Cell’s dick, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.

  I’d enjoyed everything that either of them had ever done to my body and I’d been working up the courage to ask about this. About having both of them inside of me at the same time, but I hadn’t been able to work up the courage to talk about it yet.

  It was strange, that doing things I was just fine. Brave and adventurous, but ask me to talk about it? My palms got sweaty and my face got all flushed and the panic and what felt like embarrassment set in.

  Blue teased my asshole with a lubricated fingertip and I tried hard to relax. Cell caressed down my back and kneaded tense muscles where he found them while Blue worked a finger in and out of me. The sensation was amazing, so different with having Cell in me, too.

  I closed my eyes and felt myself go limp. It felt good. Both of them felt so good I almost couldn’t stand it. I closed my eyes and held still and let them do what they wanted. They never failed to disappoint with the sensations they wrought, so why not?

  “You like that?” Cell asked softly, in that voice that was made for sin.

  “Yeah.” My own voice sounded breathy with want and Blue slowly worked another finger into my ass, stretching me and making me ready. I could feel between me and Cell, the wetness slicking my inner thighs. I was so ready for this. I so wanted this. I ground against him, whimpering and both of them chuckled, Cell darkly and Blue lightly. Both of them so different from one another yet both opposite sides of the same coin.

  If it was one thing I’d learned from the both of them; there was a fine art to anal sex. The more turned on you were, the better it felt, but that your body would tell you its limits. Right now, between the two of them, my body was primed and desperate for just that little bit more, and I wanted it so badly. I just wasn’t sure how this was going to feel with Cell buried so deep in my pussy, although, to be honest? I was glad it was Blue at my back and not Cell. Duracell wasn’t as patient as Blue, and were their roles reversed, I didn’t think this would be nearly as pleasurable. Not to mention, Cell’s cock was much thicker, so Blue at my back made the idea of this much less frightening and much more appealing.

  Nerves were starting to make an appearance as I overthought things, just in time for Blue to remove his fingers and press the head of his dick at the tight ring of my ass. I tried to relax and at first, it was too much, I felt too full, but I didn’t want to give up completely. Not until I knew beyond anything that I wouldn’t like it or that I absolutely couldn’t stand it.

  The pressure grew, and just when I was about to tap out, cry that I couldn’t do it, the orgasm hit me. I’d had orgasms from the anal sex that I’d had with them before but this? This was beyond incredible. I could feel myself expanding and contracting around Cell but it was a distant thing. It was as if every muscle in my body had turned to liquid and that liquid moved like mercury, full of the shimmering golden glow of all things good.

  I think I lost myself in them, but when I came back, it was to Cell almost lovingly cradling me against his chest while Blue smoothed his hands over every bit of the exposed skin of my back, both of them softening in my body, just as spent as I was.

  “That,” I gasped, “was intense.”

  “I think she likes it,” Cell said laughing and Blue laughed, too. It was infectious, and pretty soon all three of us were a laughing, blissed out heap of sweaty, tangled bodies. That was okay, though. It felt just so damned exquisite.

  Chapter 25

  Duracell

  “Spill, why are you really in such a good mood?” Blue demanded and I chuckled. Yeah, he knew me too well.

  “Why do you care? That was some good fuckin’ and we sent her home happy.”

  He narrowed his eyes looking me over and then his eyebrows shot up straight into his hairline.

  “You’re fuckin’ high aren’t you?” he demanded.

  I didn’t respond, just gave a half smile and put my hands behind my head, lying back in the bed. He’d walked Hayley out to her cage and had taken his sweet time getting back, while me? I’d had no desire to fuckin’ move. I was just layin’ here and feeling great.

  “Maybe,” I conceded with a Cheshire grin.

  “Where’d you get it and what is it?” he demanded.

  “One of the hookers at Sugars. She had some coke and felt like sharing. What the fuck was I gonna do? Turn her down?” my grin widened at the look of angry disgust on Blue’s face. “Don’t be a bitch,” I told him.

  He bowed his head and shook it, “I swear to Christ, you better have wrapped it up.”

  “With the hooker? Fuck yes. I may be reckless but fuck that shit. Somethin’s gonna kill me, it’d better be quick.” I closed my eyes and relaxed, floating on cloud nine and sort of already coming down from the coke. The sex had been great and the mood I was in was pretty good, leave it to Blue to bring me fuckin’ down.

  “I hate it when you talk like that,” he said and I opened one eye.

  “Okay, Mom.”

  He hung his head and shook it. “I just can’t with you sometimes,” he said with a defeated sigh and he went over to his dresser, going through drawers and pulling things out, stacking them up.

  “Where the fuck you going?”

  “To take a shower, but more importantly… Away from you.”

  I barked a laugh at his sullen ‘little boy Blue’ routine and he shut the door on it. Fuck him anyways. I did what I wanted, he knew that and Hayley was learning it. I’d had a good fuckin’ day for all that I didn’t get to blow any shit up or put the hurt on anyone. Sure, I’d pissed the hooker off doing the coke off her tits and walking off like I had. She’d wanted the ‘D’ but I hadn’t given it to her. I’d been more interested in coming back here and getting my rocks off with the people I knew were clean.

  Blue was right, it was kind of convenient having a bitch between us.

  I hadn’t lied either. I had every intention of living fast and leaving behind an ugly corpse but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to go out because of some terminal fucking disease I got from a goddamned hooker. Life itself was terminal as it was. Only one disease at a time.

  I got my ass up before he got out of the shower and threw on some clothes. I wasn’t interested in listening to his fucking bullshit when he w
as done cleaning up. I also wasn’t interested in sharing any space with him while he was being a moody prick, so instead, I took myself to the locker room showers down at the opposite end of the barracks.

  I was jazzed, and felt like doing something still, so I figured I’d clean up and hit the bar for some darts. Let Blue fucking sulk, he’d come around later, he always did.

  Chapter 26

  Blue

  “Son of a bitch,” I muttered.

  “Yeah, I’m not happy about it either,” she said. We were out back of the club, fire going in the fire pit. It was cooler than what was comfortable now that the sun had set, but the fire beat that shit back and my jacket and cut laying draped over Hayley as she lounged on the bench, her head on my thigh, was keeping me plenty warm enough by getting me fucking hot.

  She was gorgeous in the flickering firelight and my cock was already straining in my jeans. It’d been a few weeks since Cell’s mini-coke bender, and he was sitting across from us, swinging on his own bench, drinking a beer.

  “Guess we’ll get our fun in where we can,” he said and sounded even less happy about the current turn of events than I did.

  “I don’t think it will take long to figure it out, I mean, they’ve all quit on a Friday or Saturday night, so there’s that. I think my dad has the right idea. Melody is more than capable of handling day shift as an acting manager, and we really need to get to the root of the problem with the night waitresses.”

  “Going twenty-four hours is working out enough then?” I asked.

  “Yeah, we were surprised at how much money we’re making. Dad says he wishes we’d done it a long time ago.”

  “We could see about getting on a night crew,” Cell mused, “but I really fucking hate that shit.”

  “No, don’t do that. It should only be for a few weeks,” Hayley said.

  “Guess we’ll just have to come in for dinner instead of lunch,” I said and she rolled her head back on my thigh so she could look up at me. Her smile said it all, radiating love and light. It was amazing having Hayley look at me that way.

  “Well, you two do whatever you’re gonna do. I’m going to bed. Come on back to my room tonight.”

  “Feeling cuddly?” Hayley asked.

  “No, just not feeling like I’d hate having you guys in my bed.”

  “Horny then,” she said and smiled a little wistfully. I knew that look, I’d worn it on my own face countless times when it came to Cell. Wishing for the affection he just wasn’t capable of giving me.

  He looked around and secure there weren’t any other brothers out here lurking or whatever, bent down and kissed me. I froze for half a second and closed my eyes, letting him. It was something he did for Hayley because when he did, it got her hot and willing to do things his way a little more than usual.

  He bent down to her next and kissed her deeply, drawing back just enough to give her one of his more pragmatic looks.

  “If I’m out, wake me up with a blowjob. Bonus points if Blue is loosening you up while you do it.”

  “You are so bad,” she whispered, blushing. I smiled at the both of them and Cell grinned at her.

  “I love it when you tell me just what I like to hear,” he said and straightened up.

  “Love you,” she called after him softly and he barked a laugh.

  “Whatever,” he called back over his shoulder, and Hayley rolled her eyes. She looked up at me and sighed.

  “You believe me when I tell you, right?”

  “Yeah, and it feels better than I ever could have imagined it would.”

  “What?” She frowned and I chuckled.

  “Being loved by you.”

  “Oh.” Her expression softened and I let my hand drift from her ribs, down the front of her body, beneath my coat. It was warm under there, and even warmer when I slipped it under her shirt and down the front of her pants. I rubbed her lightly over her panties and her eyes closed, her breath rushing out in a contented sigh. I pulled back enough to get under her panties and slipped my fingers between her pussy lips, finding her gathering arousal and bringing it up over her clit.

  Her eyes closed, her lips parted, she held stalk still. When I tripped her trigger, her legs would twitch slightly and she’d let out this gorgeous little breathy sound that drove me crazy. I smiled and played with our woman’s pussy out under the scattershot of stars and pretty much felt true happiness.

  “You are so bad,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust and desire.

  “Me? I thought I was a saint.”

  She laughed and laughed at that, finally calming down enough to say, “Compared to Cell, you are.”

  “He still scare you?” I asked her.

  “I think I would be a little crazy or have no sense of self-preservation if he didn’t.”

  “I think you’re right.” Silence stretched between us, the only sounds filling the night the crackle of the fire and the emerging insect life and frogs. Occasionally the chains holding the bench would rattle when her legs twitched and that made me smile.

  “I do, you know…” she said suddenly, and I looked back down at her, taking a drink of my warming beer.

  “Hm?” I asked as I swallowed the mouthful and took another.

  “Love him. I mean, not like I love you… I feel like I have more of a connection with you, but I do love him… I don’t really know how to explain it, or why.”

  “You don’t have to explain it,” I said. “I know exactly what you mean.”

  We stared into the fire for ages, just comfortably soaking up each other’s company as I teased her lightly and rocked us back and forth lightly on the swing. I finished my beer and set the dead soldier aside as the stars lazed their way across the sky above us.

  Hayley sucked in a deep breath and shuddered as if coming awake and said, “I can’t handle you teasing me like this anymore. I need you.”

  “Just me, or do you need us?” I asked, curious. She didn’t answer right away and when she did, it held falsehood.

  “I need both of you.”

  “Then to Cell’s room we go.”

  She sat up and I sucked her essence off my fingers. Her lips parted, and her eyes grew wide and I winked at her.

  “Think we could stop at yours first and have a moment?”

  I smiled wide and said, “Whatever you want; whatever you need.”

  Chapter 27

  Hayley

  My father and I were thoroughly confused. We’d worked the night shift at the diner for a couple of weeks, now, and we hadn’t seen or had anything happen. I was leaning against one of the stainless appliances talking about it with him while he flipped a couple of burgers for the tired travelers out in the dining room.

  “I’d really hate to think it’s one of the employees,” he was telling me.

  I felt my mouth set into a grim line, “I don’t think it’s Julio, Dad. I think whatever it is, it has Julio just as scared.”

  “I reckon you’re right, Pumpkin. I tried to ask him about it and he wouldn’t make eye contact. I tried to get the last couple of waitresses to talk but they wouldn’t return my calls. I have no idea what’s going on and it’s driving me nuts.” I shrugged and let out a gusty sigh as the bell chimed over the door.

  “You’re not the only one, Daddy.”

  “Can’t go back to days until something happens.”

  “I know.”

  I backed out of the kitchen and turned to greet the people that’d come in with a smile. My face didn’t falter one whit, but my heart sank when I saw who it was. There were four of them, all of them male and all of them in designer jeans and expensive brand name shoes. All of them had polo shirts or rugby shirts except the one who was just in a tee. They didn’t wait for me to seat them either. They just took what booth they wanted, which was fine, but didn’t exactly bode well for the rest of the coming interactions when the sign read ‘please wait to be seated.’

  I brought over menus and handed them out with a friendly, “Hi, guys.”r />
  They all laughed, faces flushed and eyes sparkling with too much to drink. It wasn’t quite quitting time for the bars, but when I reached across to lay out silverware, the smell of alcohol radiated off of the lot of them as if they’d showered in it rather than drank it.

  I knew the type. Rich kids that wanted to come down here and slum it around us poor folk. It happened, and it rarely ended well for us poor folk.

  “I’ll be right back to get your drink orders,” I said and the one on the end of the bench, closest to me to the right side of the booth looked up at me with a cocky grin that would have done something to me once upon a time, but now? Next to Duracell? It was a pale comparison.

  “I think we know what we want, don’t we, boys?”

  They let up a rowdy “Yeah!” and hooped and hollered some, and I pasted on a smile, whipping my pad and pen out of my apron pocket.

  “Okay, what’ll it be?”

  “Jack Daniels on the rocks would be nice.” The one on the left at the back of the booth against the wall said. He had longish hair, chin length, and a broad set to his shoulders beneath his wide striped white and royal blue rugby shirt.

  I smiled and said apologetically, “Sorry, boys. We don’t serve alcohol. Closest thing I could get you is a Shirley Temple. We have the cherry juice and 7-Up.”

  Three of them laughed, the one closest to me on the right, the one with the short blond hair, bright blue eyes, and red polo with the collar popped… his expression went as cold as winter ice.

  “You making fun of us?” he asked.

  “No,” I said frowning, “I was just joking.”

  “Coke, lots of ice,” he said. I nodded and wrote it down.

  “Coke,” another said.

  “I’ll take a water.”

  “Got orange soda?”

  “We surely do,” I answered the boy in the green polo, as green as the Crayola crayon. “I’ll get those out here, and give you some time with the menus.”

  I went behind the counter and drew the sodas and water from the fountain, put them on a round tray and brought them out. I set them out in front of everyone and pulled straws from my apron pocket, handing them out.