21. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
My eyes are wide with horror. I snap my mouth shut, staring at the cell, not daring to speak to Hawk because she'll hear.
He raises his eyebrows at me, wiggling the cell at me, and in a panic, I snatch it because too much time becomes suspicious.
Placing it to my ear, I swallow hard before talking. "Hi, Mom," I say casually, ignoring the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat.
"Hi, sweetheart," she replies, sounding surprised. "You're having dinner with the boys?"
"Yep," I force out. "We decided to catch up."
I slap myself in the forehead. I could have at least come up with a better story.
Mom stumbles over her words for a second in disbelief. "That's fantastic! I'm so pleased to hear that."
Yeah… I bet you are.
"I'm glad," I answer. "I just wanted to… what are you doing ?"
It's directed at Hawk, an urgency in my voice as he shoves my legs apart, lowering his head. He watches me, a dangerous smirk on his face. I can only shake my head frantically, begging him to stop, but I'm side-tracked by Mom's reply, thinking I'm talking to her.
"We just finished dinner as well. Dad roasted a chicken because we had some fresh vegetables ready."
A tongue slithers out, whipping my clit and I cover my mouth, holding back moans.
"That sounds… delicious," I groan, my voice muffled by my hand. "Tell Dad I said hi."
Argh…
Mom hums happily. "I will. What are you and your brothers up to?"
"Nothing much," I answer quickly, my voice suddenly an octave higher. "We're just hanging out. You know… the usual."
She pauses and I'm starting to become frantic. There's no usual… There's nothing usual about this whole situation.
Hawk slides his finger back into me, followed by a second. My body tightens around him, trying to keep him still but he pumps them easily in and out, tongue still torturing my clit.
"Right," Mom responds slowly. "Well, I'm glad you guys are enjoying yourselves."
"Oh, yeah. Definitely enjoying ourselves," I repeat breathily. "In fact, I'm going to give the cell back to Hawk. He wants to say hi."
He pulls my clit aggressively into his mouth as punishment, making me whimper. I quickly turn it into a cough, not hearing Mom's reply.
"Okay, bye. Love you," I quickly shoot out, thrusting the cell toward Hawk.
Hawk pulls his face away from my pussy, taking the cell in his free hand. He continues fucking me with his fingers to my horror, putting the cell to his ear.
"Jett cooked a lovely steak. We've just been showing Rayne the new house," he says, and when he pauses for her to speak, his tongue darting out, circling my clit quickly.
"Fuck," I mouth, grabbing his pillow from above my head. I slam it over my face, muffling my sounds.
Hawk laughs softly, and I'm not sure whether it's because of me, or something he's heard on the other end of the line, but he continues touching me, tongue surprising me whenever he has a chance to pause.
It feels like this could go on forever, and I'm so tense that I can't relax fully. I'm mortified and embarrassed beyond belief, and when Hawk stops all movement for a second, I think I'm safe.
"Mom, what did you say the other day about your friend's diagnosis? Tell me the story again. I wanted to tell Rayne since she had to leave dinner early. Yeah, I have a few minutes."
I rip the pillow off my face, glaring at him. He grins at me, warmth in his eyes. I can hear the faint muffled sounds of Mom's voice as she starts her story and when Hawk gives me a wink, I quickly cover my face again, knowing what's coming.
Probably me.
Balancing the cell between his shoulder and ear, Hawk starts pumping his fingers fast, the tip of his tongue circling around my clit fast—clockwise, then anti-clockwise… then back again.
Fingers curl inside me, pressing on my g-spot as he strokes, applying pressure. My stomach tightens up at the sensation, intense pleasure breaking through the barrier of my control.
He doesn't ease up at all, repeating the same motions over and over, getting into a routine. It's the consistency that finally breaks me down, my pussy tightening around his fingers as my orgasm approaches. I fight hard, biting my tongue, but it's too much. I can't stop it, and I climax hard.
I cry out into the pillow, back gently arching as my thighs clamp down around his head. Hawk keeps going, forcing me to ride it out.
As I come down from the high, he retracts his tongue, sitting back. He doesn't remove his fingers though, pressing his thumb down on my skin like a human lock system.
"That's horrible," he sympathizes with Mom. "Anyway, I better go. Give Dad our best. Love you too."
Hawk presses a button, ending the call and immediately, I throw the pillow at his head.
"What is wrong with you?" I squeal, a laugh breaking out of my mouth as well.
He grins, deflecting the pillow. "It's fun living a little, isn't it?"
I don't know what comes over me, but I just burst out laughing with him. It's so ridiculous, disgusting even… but for the first time in a long time, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
Hawk releases me, standing up. "Go have a shower. I'm going to check on Jett. He's probably just playing his PlayStation but I asked him to give us some privacy."
"You did?" I ask, sitting upright.
He doesn't answer, walking over to open his bathroom door. "There's a fresh towel in there and plenty of soap. I'll grab some clothes out for you to wear. I don't have much in the way of underwear so you might just have to go commando." There's a playful tone to his voice, but I appreciate the thought.
I stand up, heading into the bathroom. Pausing at the door, I glance over my shoulder at him. "Hey, Hawk?"
"Yep," he replies, digging into his drawers.
"Can I stay tonight?"
I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth, but for once, I don't care.
Hawk doesn't flinch or react at all, pulling out a cotton shirt and a pair of boxers. "Of course you can. Sleep wherever you want."
I just nod, giving him a quick smile before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door.
Jett insists on driving me to work the next morning.
I had spent the night in his bed, dressed in Hawk's clothes—and of course, I got woken up at the same time as the sun with his cock in me again. But I didn't fight him. I didn't yell… I enjoyed it for what it was.
Or whatever this is.
The world looks different now. There's a fire in my body that I haven't felt in a long time, and I was ready to find new adventures. But it still didn't quite answer the most obvious question: what the hell is this relationship with my foster brothers?
As I stroll into the office dressed in my pencil skirt, which had conveniently been washed by one of them, and one of Jett's business shirts, I avoid eye contact with Elijah. He's standing by the coffee machine with Mary, smiling warmly.
The two of them look over at me as I head in. Thankfully, Mary doesn't seem suspicious at all, making me feel relieved that Elijah hasn't said anything.
Curious eyes scan over me, and I give Elijah a tight smile, laced with apologies and also gratitude, as I head to my office.
My cell is still on my desk, along with my bag. Everything still seems like it's in the right place, except for the glasses. I assume Elijah cleaned them and put them away after I left.
Hitting my keyboard, I type my password in, checking my cell for messages while the computer loads.
There's a message from Margot checking in, and I'm surprised to have a message from an unknown number as well. Clicking into it, a smile creeps onto my face as I read the text.
Unknown: Have a great day, Tempest. I love the fact that you are wearing our clothes. Reiterates the fact that you're ours.
Snorting, I write back a quick reply, unsure if I'm talking to Hawk or Jett.
Rayne: I love that the sun doesn't actually shine out of your ass. Evident by this weather.
It's absolutely pouring rain again—almost as heavy as yesterday. Thankfully, it's supposed to clear up tonight and just be mild showers tomorrow before the heat returns.
A ding pulls me back to my cell and I read the reply.
Unknown: I think it's only fair that you stay the night again. Since you slept with Jett last night, you'll need to stay in my bed tonight.
Ah—so I'm talking to Hawke. I quickly save his number in my cell before going back to the text to reply.
Knock knock.
My head snaps up, eyes finding Elijah standing at my door awkwardly. Guilt rushes over me and I give him another smile to placate the awkward situation from last night.
"Hey," I start, putting my cell down on the desk. "How are you?"
He looks surprised at my question. "I'm good. Are you okay?"
Cringing, I nod. "I'm so sorry about that. I was enjoying our chat."
Elijah frowns, stepping inside the office to give us some more privacy. "Rayne, do you need any help? It's okay if you do."
"No, it's okay," I say, but he looks unconvinced. "Really it's fine." I smile warmly, doing my best to reassure him. "That was my brother. I forgot we had an important dinner planned and I was late. I got too distracted with the rain." Adding in a laugh for good measure, I feel a sense of relief when Elijah relaxes.
"Oh, good," he murmurs. "I was pretty worried about you. So, your brother?"
I nod. "I have two brothers. Not the best tempered but I promise all is good."
Elijah smiles. "I'm glad to hear. You left your stuff here last night, but yeah… irrelevant now I guess."
My eyes drift down to the cell. "Yep, all good. Anyway, I better get started on some work. Let me know if you need anything?"
"I will," he answers, heading for the door. He pauses for a second, like he wants to say something else but talks himself out of it, disappearing from view.
Thankfully, he doesn't mention anything again and the day runs as normal. Nick bombards me with work, more quiet than usual, and the rain continues for most of the day.
Later that afternoon, I spot Jason heading into the office after Court, and suddenly, an idea pops into my mind. I stand up from my desk, following him to his office.
Knocking on his door softly, I wait for him to look up.
"Rayne," he greets. "What can I do for you?"
His voice is gruff, probably from talking all day. I make a mental note to be quick, so I step inside, getting straight to the point.
"I've been thinking about possibly taking the LSATs," I say slowly. "I really enjoy law and think maybe I could consider some other opportunities."
Jason nods, not looking surprised. "Your father was an attorney, yes?"
"He was," I confirm. "Dealing with a lot of similar cases to yourself, actually."
"I'm surprised law school wasn't your first priority," Jason remarks. It's not judgmental in the slightest, just an honest observation.
I shrug. "When I was younger I considered it briefly, but I wanted to get straight to work. Do you have any advice?"
He pauses, looking at his desk calendar. "From memory, there's exams in a few weeks. It depends when you feel you are ready. They sit regularly so it's a matter for you to decide. But I think having extensive legal experience will work in your favor. I believe I have some old prep books if you'd like to borrow them."
I beam at him. "Yes, please. And would the firm have any problem with me sitting the exams and potentially applying to law school?"
Jason smiles. "It's a revolving door around here, Rayne. People are always coming and going. I think the partners would prefer to hire someone with their own firm experience, if that's what you are asking. Otherwise, you have quite a large number of personal days accrued, but I'm sure I could persuade the other partners to allow some paid time off for preparation. Do you have a particular law school in mind?"
I shake my head, realizing I haven't thought too far into it. "Not yet. This has been a rather recent idea."
"Fair enough," he answers, clicking his mouse. "Well, I'd start by checking the LSAT dates and deciding from there. If you have any questions, you're welcome to ask."
"I appreciate that," I say, standing up. I thank him, quickly leaving before I overstay my welcome.
When I get back to my computer, I see an email in my inbox, straight away recognizing the now familiar email address. I open it, scanning the contents.
I'm cooking dinner again. Be home by seven at the latest. We'll let you drive this time. But don't be late—otherwise Hawk will come looking for you again.
I snort, amused—and mortified, because it's true.
After five o'clock, people start leaving the office one by one when there's a small break in the rain. I'm caught up finishing a brief for Nick, so I stay back, checking the clock religiously to make sure I have plenty of time to get to Paradise Valley.
An hour later, I start to pack up my things when Elijah appears at my office door, another drink in hand.
I smile at him, shoving my cell into my bag. "The present again?"
"I can't let the bottle go to waste," he remarks. "Quick drink?"
I glance at the time quickly. "I'm not sure I can," I murmur apologetically. "Another family dinner."
Elijah shakes the glass at me playfully. "Just a quick one. Five minutes."
Laughing, I put my bag on my desk, walking around my desk to grab the glass. "Fine. Just five minutes," I laugh, taking a sip. My eyes look behind him and I notice how quiet it is. "Has everyone gone already?"
"Yep," he sighs. "Nick just left about five minutes ago. I think everyone is over this week."
"God, I was so distracted that I didn't even realize," I muse, leaning against the wall. "They probably want to beat the rain."
Elijah looks out the window. "Yeah, it's pretty brutal. I went past a bad accident on my way home last night. People drive stupidly in the rain."
I nod in agreement. "It's a little scary. But I guess we already know that working in law. We've seen it all."
"Yes, we have," he mumbles, finishing off his drink.
Following suit, I throw back the drink, instantly regretting it. It burns the back of my throat, and I have to fight the urge to cough and splutter.
Waving my hand in front of my face for some air, I put the empty glass on my desk. "That was an adventure. Thank you for the drink."
Elijah smiles warmly. "You're welcome. I really enjoy working with you, Rayne."
"Likewise," I answer, reaching for my bag. Turning to face him, I make it obvious that I'm ready to leave but he doesn't move.
"Do you want to walk down together?" I ask awkwardly, wondering why he's not leaving.
He nods. "Yeah, sure. I just need to do one thing first."
"No worries," I say, swinging my bag over my shoulder. "I'm happy to wait for a moment."
Elijah puts his glass down next to mine, still not leaving my office. Alarm bells start ringing in my head, but before I can do anything, he steps forward, lips crushing into mine.