27. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Dylan
We pull up to the gates and Eas goes to punch in his code, but I grab his arm to stop him. He looks at me with his brows furrowed.
“What is it, baby?” he breathes.
“Nothing, just punch in my code 1431. It will alert him differently than your code would. He will be waiting,” I say softly as he nods his head, doing as I asked. The gates open and he drives through slowly down the dirt road. I didn’t want to go home, and I certainly did not want to go to the hospital. I knew coming here was the best bet for now. Taking a deep breath, I try to center myself for what’s to come.
“Eas, thank you for finding me. I’m not even sure how long I was lying there calling your name.” I whisper as he squeezes my hand that he still hasn’t let go of.
“I would scour the earth to bring you back to me, Hellcat. I fucking promise you that.” He growls, pulling in front of the doors that swing open to my very worried-looking uncle. He hesitates for a second before coming to my side of the car, opening the door as his eyes widen, then narrow as he takes in my face. He automatically pulls a gun, cocking it and presses it against Easton’s temple. Jesus Christmas.
“I don’t care how long we have known each other, Easton, what the fuck happened to my niece?” My uncle spits and I roll my eyes.
“Jesus, Uncle. He didn’t do this. Put the fucking gun away. God, you men and your overbearingness.” I chastise as he removes the gun from my man’s head, sliding it into the back of his jeans.
“Between you and your fucking nephew, I don’t know who is worse at this point. But I’ll tell you, just like I told him, I’ll never fucking hurt her. She’s mine, and I fucking love her. So if you're going to point a gun at me, at least have your facts straight because I’ll slaughter the world for her, Boss.” He spits and my uncle grunts, but for a moment his eyes light up with love and longing and then dull with sadness. It was almost like he was in a memory or having deja vu.
“I respect that, but watch your fucking tone, and get your asses inside. I’ll call the Doc.” He orders, stepping away. Easton climbs from the car and rounds it, ignoring my uncle watching his every move as he comes to my side.
“Do you want me to carry you, or can you walk?” He asks and I shake my head.
“I can walk, just help me up. I think my rib is broken.” I admit and he growls, lifting me gently from the seat.
“You know, I should have seen the signs all along. All you Rodriguezes are stubborn as fuck,” he states as he walks to the door my uncle is holding open.
“You are not to call my brother or my mother. This shit ends here or the deal is off.” I say sternly as we pass the man I’m speaking to.
“I know, but I want answers.” He demands as Eas mumbles a ‘get in line’ at him.
“Yes, I will give you both what you want after I get checked out, and maybe a glass of water or something, would be nice.” I say, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Not until after you are seen. We need to make sure you don’t have any internal bleeding just in case you need emergency surgery. If you eat or drink now, it could affect that outcome. So chill out and let’s wait for the Doc.” My uncle retorts as he leads us to the entertainment room.
“Be a good girl, Hellcat. Stop with the sass.” Easton whispers and I roll my eyes as he places me down gently on the couch, kissing my forehead and handing me my phone from his back pocket as his starts ringing.
“I need to take this, but you need to turn your location on and don’t ever shut it off again. So help me God.” He seethes.
“Yea, yea. Go answer the phone.” I say, shooing him away.He leaves the room as my uncle leans against the bar.
“Does he know about Midnight Rider?” He asks with a smirk and I smile, shaking my head.
“He’d be pissed, more than he already is, but clearly he knows we are related. He also knows Bentley is not privy to this information. I trust him to keep his mouth shut.” I say and he nods as his phone chimes.
“Uh. Do you happen to be in the mood to meet another uncle and a cousin?” he asks with a smile and my eyes light up at the thought.
“Really? Now?” I ask, super fucking excited. I’ve been waiting for this moment to meet more of my real family.
“Yeah, they’re almost here and the Doc should be rolling in any second. How’s your mother?” he asks and I roll my eyes.
“Dylannnnn.” He warns and I huff.
“There’s a lot I need to tell you, so once I get examined, I’ll have to start from the beginning.As far as my mother goes, we got into a big fight. She said some pretty messed up things to me, spewed some serious accusations and kicked me out. I’m not innocent in all this, but I’m sick of her shit. Sick of her lying to me and being all about the job instead of caring and loving. Bentley doesn't even know how to love or show affection. He just barks orders and yells at me. The only person who shows an ounce of love and affection is you and Eas.” I sigh, taking a deep breath as he comes to kneel next to me, grabbing my hand.
“There’s a lot you don’t know either. I only know love because of my wife. If it wasn’t for her, I’d be just like your mom. Cold and probably dead. My Queen taught me how to love and be loved because me, Juan, Nicolas and your mother Isabel were brought up with no love after your grandmother died. We were trained to be killers, except for your mom. I didn’t even have a relationship with her. It was never allowed with any woman, but that’s a story for another day.” He says, tapping my hand.
“I’m sorry your childhood was like that, and now I understand a little bit of why she is the way she is.” I say with a frown.
“That was just the tip of the iceberg, kiddo.” He laughs, shaking his head.
“What did you fellows do now?” A very short, bald older man says, walking over to my uncle, who laughs.
“Nothing this time, old man. This is my niece, Dylan. Can you please check her over? She will explain to you her injuries. Anything she needs, she gets, just send me the bill. Before you say anything, I will pay the extra for the emergency call. There’s drinks at the bar, you may help yourself. I’m going to step out to give her some privacy and keep her hellhound at bay.” He laughs, leaving me with the Doc.
“Hello Dylan. I’m Dr. Harold Liebman, but you can call me Doc like the others do.” He says, laying out his bag of supplies.
“It’s nice to meet you and I apologize for disturbing your evening.” I say and he shakes his head.
“Now, now, child. No apologies necessary, your uncle pays me good money. Now tell me, what brings me here tonight?” He asks, giving me a quick look. His tone is so soft spoken that it makes me feel at ease and comfortable to tell him what happened.
“I was attacked by my boyfriend; well now ex boyfriend–” I start to say and he interrupts with a raised brow.
“It wasn’t that gentlemen with the tattoos outside yelling on the phone was it? Because I’ll go right out there and kick his ass for hurting such a pretty girl like you.” He says with a wink that makes me smile.
“I bet you can take him. I put twenty bucks on you, Doc.” I reply with a smile which makes him chuckle.
“But to answer your question, no. He found me and I made him bring me here.” I answer, truthfully for once.
“Ok, good. Now continue.” He says and I tell him everything that happened as he examines me. It turns out, I do have a broken rib, but there’s no internal bleeding and the swelling in my face will go down in a few days. He left me with a bunch of pain meds and told me I need to be on bedrest until I can either laugh without wincing or climb a flight of stairs. Which brings me to my next issue. Where the fuck am I supposed to stay without raising suspicions or anyone knowing what the fuck happened? What the fuck did my life become? Easton walking in the room and shutting the door, brings me out of my thoughts.
“How’s my girl doing? Those meds kick in yet? Ya know, we can go stay at a hotel if you want?” Easton suggests and I shake my head.
“Oh yes, the meds have kicked in and I feel great. But no, staying at a hotel is too fucking expensive, and two weeks is a long time on bedrest. I still need to go to school. The semester is almost over, then we are off for Spring break. I’m supposed to go away to Aruba with the girls.” I say with a sigh, and he looks at me with a raised brow.
“You think you’re going to Aruba with just the girls and I’m supposed to what? Sit around with my thumb up my ass? Not happening, Hellcat.” He spits and I laugh.
“Uh, yeah I do. You might like it up the ass.” I giggle and he growls.
“The only thing going up anyone's ass is my cock into yours.” He says, licking his lips.
“Settle down, because the only thing your cock is touching is those hands.” I warn and he rolls his eyes. I fucking love this man. As I go to lean over to kiss the man I love on the cheek, cold metal is pressed into my skin and I gasp. Easton notices and the smile on his face isn’t what I expect when someone has a knife to my neck.
“Hazzellll.” He warns as she rounds the corner of the couch, still holding the knife to my throat, and straddles my lap. My eyes widen because she’s the same girl who held a knife to my neck at the frat house, except this time, I get to see her up close and personal. Those fucking eyes. One is bright blue and the other is turquoise green. Fucking stunning.
“Easy Haze, she has a broken rib.” Easton tells her with a smirk. Hazel cocks her head as we take each other in. Again, why does this girl turn me on? She’s got a banging little body with her long, curly black hair flowing down her back.
“I like her, Easton. Can she be my new pet?” She asks with a sinister smile that has my nipples hardening as she runs her nails over them.
“She’s mine and I don’t share.” He growls, but I don’t give a fuck what he says. I don’t take my eyes off her as I slowly run my hands up her thighs. She smirks, leaning in and whispering.
“I bet you taste like skittles and danger.” I lick my lips as I palm Easton’s hard cock. He grunts, watching the scene unfold in front of him. She presses the knife harder against my skin and I moan as she runs her nose along my jaw and down my neck, licking the blood that drips. I moan again, gripping Easton’s cock harder as Hazel brings the knife to the crease of my lip, creating a small slice. She looks into my eyes and licks the blood and slowly kisses me, twirling her soft tongue against mine, causing me to shiver as she slides her other hand behind my neck, pulling my head back against the cushion so she can deepen the kiss. Easton clears his throat, but we ignore him as I continue to pump his cock through his jeans. He growls my name, but I’m too lost in a trance with this girl on my lap. She pulls back and runs the tip of her knife around my lips and down my chin, slicing just a little bit, my eyes flutter at the sting.
“You ever been with a girl before, little pet?” She breathes and I shake my head no, but she raises her brow.
“No, I have not.” I whisper, and there’s that sinister smile again. She looks at Easton.
“Watch out, Candyman. I might just steal your girl.” She winks, but he doesn’t say shit, his eyes are hooded with lust as he watches us. She takes the knife and cuts the straps to my tank, letting the strings fall. She lifts her green tank over her head and the sexiest tattoo I have ever seen is inked on her torso and wraps around up to her shoulder. I’m pretty sure the other end goes down her hip. It looks fresh, like she just had got it done. The way the bleeding roses drip makes them look dead hanging on the vines. The sharp thorns look like they pierce into her skin, sparkling red diamonds in place of the blood that would otherwise be there. The realism of this design is stunning.
I trace my finger along the vines and she shudders beneath my touch. She moans as I lightly flick my nail against her hard nipple. My shorts are soaked and my clit is aching to be touched as she takes the knife again and cuts the middle of my bra, spilling my tits free with a bounce as my chest heaves in anticipation. I’ve never reacted so strongly towards a female before, this is an entirely new experience that I don’t want to end anytime soon.
She unclips the front of her bra and I reach up to touch her soft flesh, pinching her nipples between my fingers, causing her to rock slowly on my lap. I lay my head back, taking a shuddering breath as soft lips graze myhardened peaks one at a time. I moan at the sensation, needing and wanting more. She licks, sucks and bites so slowly, making me pant as I tighten my grip on Easton’s cock and pinch her nipple with my other hand, squeezing her full tits roughly.
She licks up my chest and bites my neck, swirling her tongue around the cut she left earlier. I grip her hip tightly, trying to roll my hips, but with a broken rib, it’s making it extra hard to create the friction I need. The pain meds are helping tremendously, but I don’t want to cause anymore damage.
Easton growls next to me as I unbutton and pull down his zipper, freeing his dripping cock. I rub my thumb over the tip, gathering his arousal, bringing it to my lips and sucking it clean. He growls, but I grab his cock tighter and stroke his length, squeezing the tip just how he likes it. He throws his head back, groaning and thrusts up into my hand.
Hazel grabs my face, sucking my lips into her mouth. I deepen the kiss, sucking her tongue, and she moans as I pull her nipples, flicking them as she continues to rock in my lap. I suck her tongue harder and she opens her mouth wide enough for Easton to see me sucking the length slowly. His hand wraps around mine, squeezing with a moan.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I suck her all the way into my mouth and pull away slowly. He grabs my thigh, pulling my leg towards him to open me wider and slides my soaked cotton shorts to the side, revealing how fucking drenched I am.
“Damn, Hellcat. You’re so fucking wet.” He groans as he sinks a finger into me slowly and I pull away from the kiss as I watch Hazel lay the dull side of the knife against my throbbing clit, pushing a finger inside me beside Easton’s. I groan as they milk my walls, rocking my hips slowly.
“Come on, Hellcat. Cum for us.” He commands as they both finger me faster. I slide my hand up Hazel's thigh, pushing her shorts to the side, rubbing my thumb over her clit as I push a finger into her tight, wet pussy.
“Yes, just like that, little pet.” She moans, flicking my clit with the knife as I stroke Easton faster with my free hand. I flick Hazel’s clit as she continues to ride my fingers. We all pick up the pace as moaning, whimpering and growling echo the space around us. Easton cums with a long growl all over his stomach.
“Fuck, Hellcat. Show her how hard you cum, baby,” he orders, trying to catch his breath.
“Cum for me, little pet, soak my hand, skittle pop.” She commands and I pinch her clit, feeling her tighten around my fingers as my orgasm hits hard and fast.
“Fuckkkkkk.” I whimper as she fuzes her lips to mine, getting lost in the kiss as we continue to fuck one another, not stopping until I feel cum dripping down my tits. Another grunt spews from Eastons lips as warm wet cum gushes between us as we suck, lick and bite each other’s lips. Fuck, she’s amazing. We remove our fingers from one another and slide them into Easton’s mouth together.
“Taste us.” I pant, and he holds both of our hands while he sucks us clean. Pulling away, I laugh.
“Well, holy fucking shit. That was unexpected and fucking hot.” Easton grunts. I look over at Hazel and I see sadness in her gorgeous eyes. But as quick as it was there, it vanishes. She leans in and places a tender kiss against my swollen lips whispering,
“Welcome to the family, cousin,” then gets up, snaps her bra into place, throws her shirt at me and walks out the door.
Well shit.