Their Fractured Souls: Sons Of Lost Soul MC Book Six

by R. Hunter, Ellie

  We come to a stop and I’m swung around and thrown against the wall. With a short-lived yelp, there’s nowhere for me to move when one of them pushes up against me.

  Energy is pulsing through him; I can feel it everywhere he’s touching me.

  “Why were you going to sleep at that house?” he asks, leaving no room for me not to answer.

  It’s intense and I lick my lips, the act not going unnoticed by either one of them.

  “Why were you burgling that house?” I retort.

  “Answer for an answer? You first.”

  “Because I had nowhere else to go.”

  It’s not exactly the truth, but it’s all they’re getting from me. We’ve only just met, I’m sure they wouldn’t divulge their business that didn’t concern me.

  “We were bored.”

  “That’s it? You were bored?”

  Fucking crazy. They broke into someone’s home because they were bored.

  “That’s what he said,” the other twin says from behind his brother.

  “Are you up for some fun?” the one pushing against me asks.

  I should run down this mountain and never look back but being around these two it’s hard to remember there’s a world beyond this rock.

  “What kind of fun?” I dare to ask, already knowing I’ll be up for it.

  They both smile and it sets me on fire.

  Mason

  It’s pretty dark out here yet her eyes still shine through the night and fuck me if I don’t really like it when they’re looking straight at me.

  Her dark hair is dry now and falls down her back, all I can think of is running my fingers through it all and using it to guide her mouth to mine. I’d love to know how she tastes.

  “Are you scared?” I ask when she wavers for the briefest moment.

  “No.”

  “Good.”

  “You drink?” Myles asks next and a wicked grin replaces all the wariness flowing through her. “Sure, I can drink.”

  “Then let’s party,” Myles hollers and backs away from her.

  “What about the guy inside?” she asks, her eyes flitting between us.

  “What about him?” we both ask together.

  Why would we give a fuck about walking back in there after shit kicking off, we weren’t in the wrong and even if we were, we’d still walk in with our heads held high. She has a lot to learn if she thinks we’re pussies.

  The first rule about finding yourself in trouble is to never show weakness. You let an ounce of it out and you’re done. You might as well hand your ass to yourself.

  “Nothing, I guess,” she mumbles and pushes away from the wall.

  Myles steps back and walks off in front. I hold my hand out for her to follow him, and I follow her.

  I can feel eyes on us as soon as we step inside, and I’m sure Myles can too. Aspen stays close to the both of us, her gaze landing on everyone and everything around us.

  My eyes drop to her ass just before she sits at the table with Myles, him pulling his chair closer to hers. He shoves his hand in the air and clicks his fingers. “Prospect, bring us a bottle of tequila and three shot glasses,” he hollers as I take a seat to her right.

  Sliding my arm across the back of her chair, it’s so easy to lure her closer to me. Her body sways as she turns and smiles. I lean in, and whisper, “Welcome to the Lost Souls.”

  Myles

  It was a bad idea to act the gentleman last night and give up the bed for Aspen. My back is fucked and when I go to sit up, I grunt, rolling my shoulders to relieve the stiffness creeping around me.

  Needing a piss, I pull myself up using the edge of the bed and head for the small bathroom. I don’t bother switching the light on and brace myself with one hand on the wall above the toilet and aim my dick down at the water. I’m so fucking tired; I waver on my feet, but it feels so good relieving my bladder. Hanging my head, I catch sight of bare feet and push away from the wall. Finishing my business, I turn the light on and find Aspen asleep huddled in the corner.

  What the fuck is she doing in here? I didn’t even notice her missing from the bed. Kneeling down, I nudge her bare knee and she wakes with a start, her eyes going wide until they land on me and she relaxes again.

  “What are you doing in here?” I ask her, keeping my hand on her knee.

  “Oh…I…” Panic begins to overwhelm her, and I squeeze her knee. “Hey, you don’t have to explain if you don’t want to,” I tell her.

  I stand and hold out my hand to help her up. She accepts and I shut off the light heading back into the bedroom. She climbs on the bed, quickly covering herself with the sheets and I begrudgingly lay on the makeshift bed on the floor.

  She scoots to lie on the edge of the bed and looks down at me. I still can’t believe we gave up the bed for her, and we haven’t fucked yet. This is not our MO and yet, this is the first time I don’t mind.

  “Where are you from?” she asks quietly.

  “A town called Willows Peak. You?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” she whispers.

  So it’s like that, huh? She’ll accept answers from me, but not return the curtesy.

  “We first saw you at a motel outside of town, what brought you to Mercy?” I ask instead hoping for a proper reply this time.

  “Revenge. Salvation. Freedom.”

  “Care to explain that shit?”

  A soft sigh escapes from between her lips and she whispers, “Maybe one day.”

  “What made you agree to come with us?”

  “Curiosity.”

  Her answers are bugging the shit out of me but at least she’s giving me something.

  “What are you curious about?”

  “You and your brother?”

  “What about us?” Mason asks, not so asleep after all.

  “Everything.”

  Again with a one-word answer but it’s all we need to hear. Mason jumps up from the floor and the mattress groans under his weight as he slides under the sheets beside her.

  Shoving my arm under my head, I watch with building anticipation as to where this is going. How far we can take her.

  She rolls onto her back as Mase asks her, “How far would you go to cure your curiosity?”

  I sit up so I can see her reaction and she half smiles. He runs his nose across her cheek, stopping with his mouth a mere inch from hers.

  Her chest rises and falls rapidly with her short breaths and my dick grows harder. Mason’s fingers slide up her thigh and her back arches as a small moan escapes her.

  “How far?” he asks again, and I slip into the bed on her other side.

  The tee she changed into last night has ridden up, exposing her flat stomach and I splay my hand flat against it.

  With Mason leaning on his elbow looking down at her, I lean down and trace my lips ever so softly between her shoulder and her neck. Chill bumps spring across her skin under my touch and she closes her eyes.

  “Can you keep an open mind?” I whisper in her ear.

  She nods and her smile is the single sweetest, most dangerous, smile I’ve ever seen. I catch Mason’s eye and I know what he’s thinking. I play along and slightly nod my head.

  “Good,” Mason and I say, both smiling at one another. “You won’t mind simply sharing a bed with us then,” he says, and her eyes fly open.

  “That’s it,” she breathlessly asks.

  “What? You want us both fucking you? Please, we’ve only just met, we don’t roll like that.”

  Lying down, I get comfortable and Mason does the same. “Maybe tomorrow,” I say around a yawn.

  “Tomorrow I’ll be gone.”

  “Nah, we’re going to keep you around. Get some sleep, you’re going to need it,” Mase tells her and I shut my eyes with a grin on my face.

  She isn’t going anywhere any time soon and after tonight, we both know we’re right.

  Aspen

  I’ve barely opened my eyes when warmth and then embarrassment washes over me. The disappoi
ntment when they both stopped touching me was so strong I couldn’t speak. Never in my wildest fantasies have I imagined being with two guys and definitely not with the twins, it’s completely thrown me for six how much I wanted them both. Rolling my head to one side, Mason is asleep on his front, his head turned away from me with his arm draped over my stomach and on my other side, Myles is asleep on his side facing me with his leg over mine.

  I silently laugh to myself. What the hell am I doing here? I wasn’t planning on meeting and running off with twins when I decided to come home to Mercy. Hell, I didn’t plan anything that wasn’t revenge. I’m feeling out of control and it’s not freaking me out.

  A knock at the door brings me back down to earth and I go to sit up, only to fail with multiple limbs draped over me. Another knock breaks the silence, but it still doesn’t wake the twins.

  I nudge Mason and nothing. I shove his shoulder, harder this time, and his eyes fly open.

  “Someone’s knocking at the door.”

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, another round of knocking fills the room. Myles sleeps through it but Mason heaves himself up, not caring that his morning glory is pitching a tent in his tight boxers. He throws open the door and blocks my view of who stands on the other side.

  “Get dressed, Cas wants everyone down in the bar in the next ten minutes.”

  “Sure, Zach.”

  He stretches his arms over his head, and I watch with a dry mouth as the muscles in his upper back slither around. He moves to the side to look back at Myles and the guy stares straight in and at me.

  “Lose the girl,” he tells Mason and walks off.

  Mason swings the door shut and kicks at Myles feet hanging off the end of the bed.

  For someone who slept through the door knocking, he wakes immediately when his brother wakes him.

  “What?” His voice is thick with sleep and deeply cute.

  “Cas wants us in ten minutes.”

  They both become a blur of movement as they get dressed and I slip out of bed and grab my backpack. I lock the bathroom door behind me and start washing and changing. I didn’t get a chance to change into clean clothes last night and it feels good to slide my legs into clean jeans.

  Combing my hair with my fingers, I pull it up into a ponytail and quickly tie it up. I don’t bother with makeup this morning and head back into the room, finding the guys both dressed and Mason on the phone. It’s easier to tell the difference between them already, Myles wears a constant cocky smirk and Mason wears the sober, more serious face.

  He ends his call and sets his dark eyes on me. “If you want, you can hang out here while me and my brother deal with some business, after that we’ll be free to do whatever.”

  Whatever? My stomach dips at all the possibilities.

  “What will I do while I’m waiting?”

  A quick glance around the room, there’s nothing to keep me occupied here. My gaze settles on the crumpled bed sheets and my cheeks heat with memories of what nearly happened. I was hungry, no, I was desperate for them both to touch me and it’s leaving me a little perplexed if I’m honest.

  “Our sister is coming over; she’ll keep you company. You seemed to get on with her last night.”

  I want to ask questions, like, what set her off and why the other guy, Luca, attacked him so viciously over a spilt drink but I keep my mouth shut and remind myself it’s not my business. I should leave and handle my own business, but these two bikers are causing me into wanting to stay and see how far my curiosity will take me.

  “Sure, do you know how long you’ll be?”

  “Why? You got somewhere you need to be?” Myles asks and I narrow my eyes.

  “I’m sure I can find some place to be,” I retort, and his grin slightly falters.

  Dumping my bag on the bed, I follow Mason out of the room with Myles staying close behind me. The bar is just as busy as last night but there are no women around. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many men look my way before as I step off the bottom stair. I inch closer to Mason to block most of them out and his hand brushes against mine. Such a small act but it drives me wild. When I woke up yesterday, I was alone and had a plan. This morning I’m sticking around for not one but two guys and I have no idea what’s going to play out from here.

  The door opens and Victoria walks through, hugging her coat tighter around her. Mason lifts his hand in the air and she finds us easy enough. She walks over with her kind smile and beauty and I begin to relax with her around.

  “Don’t go far, Tor,” Mason instructs his sister.

  Rolling her eyes, she reaches for my hand and pulls me away from her brother.

  “We’re going to the cabin we’re staying in, it’s too cold to do anything else around here.”

  “I can think of something that will keep us warm,” Myles mutters under his breath just loud enough for me to hear and I try to hide a building smile as we leave to numerous sets of eyes following us.

  “I’m not going to ask what you got up to with my brothers and please, don’t tell me a thing. I’ve heard too many stories about them to last me several lifetimes and each time a little puke came up.”

  Chuckling, I keep up with her pace and assure her, “I promise, although nothing happened. We got drunk and crashed.”

  She doesn’t turn to face me, but her side glance with a raised brow tells me loud and clear she doesn’t believe me.

  “What’s going on back there anyway, why can’t we hang around?” I ask, swaying the conversation away from her brothers.

  We climb the steps up to a large cabin and the warmth blasts around us as we step inside. I follow her into the kitchen and she fills a kettle and puts it on the stove.

  She isn’t quick to answer and I definitely notice. She fiddles around preparing two mugs of cocoa and only then does she face me and tilt her head as she scrutinises me. Her hair is piled up in a messy bun on top of her head with loose strands falling around her face.

  “You met my brothers last night, right?” she asks, and I nod. “Then I mean you no offence when I say, I can’t tell you, not that I know much. I don’t get involved with the club. My lack of interest and lack of dick means I know nothing they have to deal with. My advice if you’re just having fun with my brothers, don’t ask questions.”

  “Why?”

  “Two reasons, one they don’t like talking about their business with anyone who doesn’t wear their patch. I’m sorry to say but you’re nothing but a woman who can entertain them and my brothers love the women the most that come with the patch. Secondly, most of the time you won’t like what you hear if they were to tell you. They’re a motorcycle club who live their lives how it pleases them, they’re not a church group.”

  Snorting, church groups aren’t all good either, I know that much for sure. She said they wouldn’t talk but maybe she will. She’s very vocal right now.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  She’s not a patch wearing biker, so technically I’m not going against her advice.

  “Sure.”

  “Why did you freak out when that woman’s drink ended up over you?”

  She swallows heavily before looking out the kitchen window.

  “I was recently…attacked. The guy poured a bottle of whisky over me and threatened to burn me alive.”

  Oh my god! She doesn’t elaborate and I don’t have the heart to push her for more details. What she’s said already is more than enough to taste the bile erupting up my throat.

  She shakes her head as if that’s enough to shake the memories away and says, “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Do you fall in love easily?”

  What a strange thing to ask.

  “I’ve never been in love, why?”

  “Because my brothers bringing you here is obvious they want to play with you. The last girl who fell in love with them tried to kill herself when they were done with her. You seem like a nice person and I love my brothers,
but they’re selfish and they only look out for each other.”

  They strike me as fierce protectors when it comes to her going by last night but I keep my lips closed and keep that to myself. I get what she’s telling me and ask, “Do they do this often then, share a girl and play with her?”

  I think back to the middle of the night when they worked me up to the point I thought I was on fire for them and then they just stopped and went to sleep. Was that part of the games they play?

  “I shouldn’t really talk about them as they’re not here but like I said, you seem like a good person. They do this all the time, I don’t think they’ve ever not shared a woman.”

  Leaning on the countertop, I need the support. Imagine sharing everything and everyone.

  “Ever?”

  “Never.”

  I get they’re twins and twins are known for doing everything together but I won’t be their toy to wring out and throw away when they get bored. Fucking hell, I don’t even know what I was expecting from them anyway.

  “Can I use the bathroom?” I blurt out and she nods.

  “It’s the first door at the top of the stairs,” she tells me as the kettle whistles on the stove.

  As she pours the hot boiled water into the mugs, I leave her to it and instead of heading up to the bathroom, I silently slip out the front door. Not being around the twins and hearing Victoria talk about them, clarity is returning and I focus on what I came back to do.

  I pick up my pace as the bitter winds whip around me and the main cabin they hang around in comes into view.

  If I walk through the front door I’ll get the attention of every biker inside, fuck that. I head around the back, remembering seeing a door last night. Thankfully it’s unlocked and a second set of stairs takes me up to the second floor. Walking through the halls, deep voices filter up, but I can’t distinguish what they’re saying. I stop outside the room I stayed in last night and slip inside.