Chapter 24 - Skye
SKYE
Brooks snored lightly at my side. He was all propped up on pillows and wedges, his other shoulder wrapped in a sling.
It had needed fucking surgery because of that asshole.
He’d make a full recovery, but I’d had my shoulder repaired before and it fucking sucked.
And Brooks hated being sidelined. It would be a rough few months for him, but we’d get him through it.
Thankfully, his concussion was mild and the bruising on his face and body was all going down with over a week of healing.
I hated seeing him like that. We’d been taking turns lying with him as he slept off the pain pills from the surgery since our boy didn’t like being alone.
There was always at least one or two of us hanging in his room or hovering nearby.
Even now, Diego was sitting on a giant beanbag he brought into the center of the room, working on his laptop with his headphones on.
I turned toward Diego, feeling a little restless now that I was awake.
Since we’d returned, things had been focused on Brooks getting better and picking up the pieces of the emotional ruin that that fuck nugget Covington had left Matty in.
Any jobs we’d had, besides Everett obviously, had either been called off or given to Leo and his team. We needed a reset.
I absolutely agreed with that call, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t starting to get stir crazy waiting around. “Whatcha working on?” I asked Diego.
He pushed out his lower lip. “Still trying to get to the bottom of who hired the brothers. I thought I had a lead, but it fell through. There are too many false starts.”
“Do you need help with anything?”
He shook his head. “Not right now. I’m trying to adjust the parameters in my search. I must not be looking at the right thing.”
Diego seemed so tense. He had really taken Ramirez’s death hard.
It didn’t matter that he’d never met the man, he still felt responsible, and no matter how many times we told him he wasn’t, it didn’t ease the guilt he was trying to hide.
I swung my legs off the side of the bed and got up, taking a seat cross-legged in front of Diego.
His eyes flicked over at me before concentrating again, but he didn’t tell me to move so I didn’t.
I shifted so that my knees were nearly touching Diego’s legs. He didn’t react, but he did move them that fraction of space so that we were touching. His breath hitched like he was surprised by his own actions. I stayed completely still.
He went back to work, and I got lost in my thoughts, trying to figure out a way to get Diego to relax.
I was tempted to text Wes, but I disregarded the thought.
He was finally resting, and I wasn’t going to interrupt that unless I had to.
He had been holding down the fort the last week or so, keeping Diego stable, Luca from burying himself in work, and helping Matty while he struggled with processing the visit with Covington.
Matty was trying to act like everything was fine, pushing us away whenever we asked how he was and devoting himself to Everett’s comfort and education on how to be a regular teenager.
Only Wes got him to talk at all, and it was clipped and defensive.
“Mornin’.” I turned toward the bed, kind of surprised to see Brooks up and blinking drowsily at us. I thought he would’ve been asleep for longer.
“More like good afternoon, sunshine.” I stood up and headed over to the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
“How’re you feeling?”
He flashed me a lopsided smile. “Good. I think the drugs are still working.”
“I’m surprised you’re even awake,” Diego commented, finally putting his laptop to the side and sitting on the edge of the bed to check on his brother.
Brooks started to shrug, then winced when he remembered his shoulder. “Fuck, this is gonna be annoying.”
“It’ll be a pain in the ass for a while, but you’ll get through it. We’ll help you. The doctor said you’ll be good as new as long as you commit to physical therapy.”
Brooks grimaced. “I was kind of hoping I’d never see inside another PT office again after going to so many appointments with Pops, but I’ll be a good boy and put in the work.”
Diego snorted. “Have you ever been a good boy?”
Brooks pouted. “All the time, just ask Luca.”
We all laughed, but I could see that the pain was starting to hit Brooks.
“Do you want us to leave so you can get some rest?” I asked, squeezing his leg.
He shook his head. “No. Don’t leave please. I don’t think I could fall back asleep, and I’m so fucking bored. I need a distraction.”
I smirked. “Oh yeah, what kind of distraction?”
Brooks assessed me with glassy eyes. “I’m down for the count, but I can think of ways that you could entertain me.”
Of course even post-op Brooks was thinking about sex, even if there was no way he was possibly horny.
“Oh yeah?” I lean over carefully and peck his lips lightly. “You want me to do a dance? Maybe perform a play? Oh! I can be a mime!”
Brooks glared. “I hate you right now.” Diego giggled, which wasn’t a sound I’d actually ever expected to come from him.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Something funny?”
“Yeah. The two of you are ridiculous. He wants to see your dick, and I want this conversation to be over, so the sooner you whip it out, the sooner this”—he waved his hand at us—“ends and the happier I’ll be,” Diego retorted, stepping back into his grumpy personality that he often used as armor.
I was happy to show Brooks my dick, but I also really liked teasing the brothers, so if I could manage to do both at the same time . . . well, that was a win.
“Is that the only reason you want me to ‘whip it out’? So we shut up?”
I adjusted my position so that both Brooks and Diego could see me clearly. I palmed my bulge through my pants in an exaggerated and very obvious manner, and to no surprise, both Brooks and Diego’s eyes immediately fell to it.
“Yes,” Diego answered, but his eyes were still on my dick. He licked his lips. “Why else would it be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think maybe you’re as eager as Brooks.
I think you want to watch me pull out my long, thick cock and stroke it nice and slow, edge myself until all three of us are panting before jerking quick and rough, the way I like it.
And then if I’m real careful and Brooks is a really good boy and stays nice and still so he doesn’t hurt his shoulder, maybe I’ll even feed him my cum.
While you watch. You want to watch that, don’t you, D? ”
Diego shifted, eyes darkening under his hooded lids. Brooks whimpered. “Y-yeah. I want to watch that.”
I smirked. “Good.”
Quickly, I climbed off the bed and locked the door.
We didn’t need Matty or Everett accidentally wandering in here during this.
I freed my cock from the confines of my pants and underwear, glad I wasn’t wearing jeans as I pulled my balls out over the waistband.
Then I knelt up on the bed, facing the brothers.
I wasn’t hard yet, but I was thickening, well on the way there.
“Lube?” I knew where it was, obviously, but I enjoyed watching Diego scramble to get it out of the drawer of the nightstand and hand it to me.
“Thanks, sugar.” He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous term of endearment, but his cheeks flushed in a way that he didn’t mind it so much.
I flicked open the cap and poured a generous amount on my hand, way more than I typically used, but this was a show after all.
They were watching me so intently, eyes fucking glued like they’d never seen my dick before. It was flattering honestly. I wrapped my hand around my length and began long, slow, deliberate strokes.
Neither of them said a thing. Diego adjusted himself again but didn’t make any move to take out his cock.
Brooks was covered with a blanket, but I doubted he could get hard right now.
His blue eyes were transfixed, though, and the tiny little moans he kept letting out proved how much he was enjoying this.
“Look at my two voyeurs. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you? Do you want more?”
“Fuck, Skye, please?” Brooks pleaded like the good boy he was.
I pulled my pants down farther so that my ass was exposed, both men hissing. Brooks wiggled.
I bent over slightly so I had a better angle and then reached behind me. Brooks moaned and Diego cursed when my finger, that was still wet with lube, breached my hole.
“Are you watching, Brooks?” I started to jerk myself again. I couldn’t quite manage the same rhythm with both hands, but it was close enough. “Do you like watching me finger myself while I stroke my cock?”
“Y-yes.”
“Are you hard?”
He shook his head. “That’s okay, baby. Your dick is so used to being locked in chastity, it doesn’t remember what it’s like to have an erection, does it?”
Brooks didn’t answer, but his hips jerked involuntarily before he seemed to remember himself. I fingered my ass a little deeper, moaning in pleasure as I found that spot. I began stroking my cock quicker and rougher, bringing myself to the precipice.
I stopped right before I went over that edge, squeezing myself hard to keep myself in check. Diego’s pants look a little tighter, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to relieve himself, his focus totally on me. Brooks’s hands were twitching.
Once I could breathe, I started again, only stopping when I couldn’t last another second. I didn’t plan on stopping anymore after this. I got enough torture from Maverick. I didn’t need to inflict it on myself. I met Brooks’s eyes.
“You’ve been so good, sunshine. Would you like a treat.”
He sucked his lip ring into his mouth, nodding so hard I was worried he’d hurt himself. “Yes, please, Skye. I’ve been so good.”
I removed my finger from my hole and knee-walked until I was next to Brooks.
The angle was a little awkward because of the way he was propped, but I’d make it work.
Diego must not have been able to see clearly anymore because he moved so that he was at the foot of the bed and could watch us both head-on.
“Open up, sunshine.”
Brooks’s eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened, tongue sticking out like he’d been trained.
I aimed the best I could, and about half a dozen strokes later, it hit me, my release landing hot and heavy on Brooks’s tongue, a little on his cheeks and chin.”
“Fucking hell,” Diego whispered, awed.
My eyes closed as I stroked myself through my orgasm until there was nothing left.
I finally stopped when it started to become uncomfortable. I collapsed on the pillow next to Brooks, who had swallowed my load and was watching me with half closed eyes and a small smile on his lips.
A wipe was shoved in my face. I grinned at Diego and took it from him. “Thanks, D. You take such good care of us.” He scowled at me without much heat and then took the other wipe to Brooks and helped him clean up.
Once I was done, Brooks reached his good arm out to me, fingers open.
I took his hand. I allowed myself to drift.
The bed shifted as Diego got off, but I knew he wouldn’t go far.
We were all floating in that after-sex feeling, even if I was the only one who’d come.
No words were spoken, which was unusual when Brooks and I were together, but none were needed right now.
At some point, Diego left, saying he needed to head to his office. Brooks was already back to sleep, so I gave him a lazy wave and told him to call me if he needed me. Then I turned into Brooks’s good side and fell asleep.