12. Brander
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brANDER
I’d take two black eyes again over this. I might as well locate a shovel and get the grave set up—I’m dead when Alice’s father finds out I slept with his daughter.
He’s a tall, slim man with very little muscle mass, but he’s Alice’s only parent, not some sleaze off the street asking for it that I can finish with one punch.
At least I won’t be in the limelight. Lifesaver stands no chance when the truth gets out. And it will. The streets teach you that no lie remains covered forever. At eighteen years old, I befriended a Belarusian guy who dabbled in and out of the Bratva. Members were sworn to secrecy, and outsiders were paid generously to zip their lips. The truth came out every time.
Fate unfolds everything. Leaves no stone unturned. One day Peter will know the truth. Whether it’s loose lips or the whispering wind, he will find out, and I need to prepare myself for when he does.
“Am I supposed to sleep here tonight, then?” Alice asks.
“That’s what Lifesaver said, sweetness,” Match says.
“But the concussion was a lie. What’s the point in me staying here?”
“I’m not sure,” he admits.
Match has been spaced out the whole night. His eyes froze the minute Peter strolled in, body like a fucking statue. As club secretary, his shit is supposed to be the most together, but things have been different since Alice’s arrival, like the lights are on but nobody’s home. Dissociation is what it is. I was like this myself during the winter when I was homeless, when the temperature was below freezing and the only way to create heat was to pretend I was elsewhere, like laid out on the beach sweating buckets.
The man is in denial. He’s dueling with his heart and mind.
And the stakes have just increased. Significantly.
Me? I’m just concerned with spending as much time with Alice as possible before doomsday arrives.
“How are you feeling, darling?” I ask.
Tiredness wells under her eyes, but oddly, it looks good on her. Gives her this sort of cute look that just makes me want to encase her tiny frame in my arms and never let go.
“I…don’t really know how to feel.” She lies back, head hitting the pillow. My eyes can’t help but check out her breasts. The slouched V-neck design of her scrub T-shirt partially exposes her cleavage. Suddenly it’s all I can think about. “All I know is that I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
Match and I exchange a look.
“Will you both stay?” she asks.
“Lifesaver is on the night shift,” Match says.
“I know,” she says, “but he’s busy and I don’t want to sleep in here alone.”
I turn to Match and we nod in agreement.
“If that’s what you want,” I say.
“Yeah. It is.” She sits up, back against the headrest, and drags her shirt up past her torso, revealing a stretch of toned, tanned stomach. Then her?—
“Alice, darling.” I raise my hand to stop her. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve been in these clothes for ages, and I’m so hot.”
“Then let’s get you a gown to sleep in.” Match advances to the door.
“Do you not like seeing me in my bra and panties?” She continues to raise the hem further up over her breasts, revealing a glittery red bra with an embroidered Victoria’s Secret logo on each strap.
“We do, sweetness,” Match says. “But I don’t think now is a good?—”
“Because my daddy was here earlier?” She rolls her eyes. “It’s thrown you off, hasn’t it? Please don’t let it. He’s not gonna find out, trust me. With work and the campaign, he’s too busy. There’s no space left in his brain to think of anything else, and his friendship with Lifesaver… Law , is too strong for him to question anything.”
I grit my teeth. That doesn’t mean we should take advantage. But as soon as Alice removes her shirt and tosses it aside, the thought of entering a world of sin doesn’t sting as bad.
The devil welcomes people into hell with open arms.
She lies back against the headrest pouting her puffy red lips like she’s waiting for one of us to kiss her.
We haven’t done that yet, but my tongue craves hers.
Desperately.
Her increased breathing can be seen from the quick rising and falling of her breasts. The red lace bra holds them perfectly.
But air does even better.
And suddenly it’s a race.
Who can get there first—Match or me?
Match, of course.
He tugs the material down, not even bothering to undo the clasp, and her full, round breasts spring out, nipples once again hard and pink and waiting for our mouths.
My cock twitches.
I snake a hand around the nape of her neck and gently connect my mouth to hers. She moans into the kiss, gradually sloping further down until she’s on her back receiving kisses from me and nipple action from Match.
The cherry taste of her lips removes me from the present moment. From space and time. The world isn’t a sphere spinning around the sun anymore, with glaciers and mountains and oceans and deserts. Alice’s mouth is the world, and I desire nothing more than to spin around her orbit forever.
A moan escapes her lips.
She breaks the kiss to inhale a gasp of air.
“Oh my… god ,” she says. “You both feel so good. Here—” She reaches for her pants. “Somebody take these off before I rip them.”
Match does the honors, sliding down her matching blue pants. A red, glittery thong appears and blesses my eyes even fucking more. I slide it to the side to mop up some of her juices. Then, making sure she’s watching, I take my finger into my mouth.
Her pupils expand. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
I suck every last drop. Even honey doesn’t taste this sweet.
“I need you inside of me. Now,” she demands.
“Patience, darling.” I swipe my hands through her hair. It’s like I’m running them through mulberry silk. “I haven’t finished kissing you yet.”
I return my lips to hers. Kissing her might even just top being inside of her, and my cock pulsates at the thought of doing both simultaneously.
Match crawls further down the bed. “Part your legs for me, sweetness. Let me see you.” A moan follows the request. Coming up for air, I catch him buried between her thighs, striping his tongue up and down her pussy.
Her body starts to shake. “Please. It feels so good. One of you, get inside of me now.”
“Patien—”
“Fuck patience.”
With my free hand, I tweak her nipple, eliciting another moan out of her.
At this point, I’m tormenting myself. Her sweet sighs harden my cock even more, so much that the vein running up along the length feels ready to pop.
I release my pants.
And the door swings open.
All three of us direct our attention there, but it bangs shut again immediately.
The pager in Lifesaver’s hand falls to the floor. “What’s going on?”
“Join us.” Alice shimmies further up the bed.
Match rests his hands on her knees, still positioned between her legs.
Lifesaver bares his teeth. Scratches his head. He forces his eyes elsewhere, but they veer over to Alice’s naked body, scrolling up and down her form of their own accord until eventually he gives in.
I don’t blame him. Alice has an irresistible body that deserves to be worshiped, circumstances aside. Her swollen breasts require attention and care, and her pussy needs to be fucked. She has such a beautiful one. A man’s restraint only goes so far when she’s wide open and begging like this.
“Join us,” Alice says again.
Is he salivating?
Lifesaver stumbles over, shirt flying across the room as he removes it to obey Alice’s command. Crumbling is the only option.
“Brander.” Alice clicks her fingers. “Down here. I want you first.”
Never in my life have I arrived between a woman’s legs so fast.
I see no difference between spinning disks and Lifesaver’s eyes. The devil is real, and she’s a beautiful woman named Alice who I think all of us will gladly surrender every piece of our souls to.
I bury my cock inside of her.
And she takes me so well.
“Oh!” Her cries grow in volume. “OH!”
“Try and keep the volume down, sweetheart,” Lifesaver says. “Hospital walls are thin.”
The cries ripple out of Alice even louder.
“Alice, sweetness, you need to be quiet.” Match shuffles further up the bed and places a hand over her mouth, muffling the moaning. “Good girl.”
“You are,” says Lifesaver. He adds a finger to where we’re joined, and rubs her clit in circular motions. “You’re taking him so well, sweetheart. Maybe you could help Match and me out at the same time.”
A breathless “Yes please,” exits her mouth.
“Good girl.” Lifesaver joins Match further up the bed and releases his cock.
Alice grabs it.
Puts it straight into her mouth.
“Can you do me too, sweetness?” Match guides her hand to his length.
She clutches it.
Smooths her hand up and down his length.
“That’s a good girl.”
“You’re doing incredible, darling.”
“I think,” Lifesaver says between ragged breaths, “we should film this at some point. What do you think, sweetheart? Would you like that? Just for you and us to see.”
“Yeah.” Sweat beads down her forehead. “Fuck, yeah. I’d love that.”
Risky business now that we have Peter in the equation.
She meets my thrusts with an arched back, even when I increase the pace. It’s the fastest I’ve moved inside of her so far, and still, she urges me to go faster.
“I can’t, darling. I’ll come.”
“Good,” she says. “I want you to do it inside. Deep.”
I grip the inside of her leg as support. Pump in and out of her erratically. My head fogs, and the room blurs. The universe is me and her, and we’re floating in a vacuum far removed from reality and planet earth. From everything. Sweat beads down my forehead, and faintly, I taste the salt on my lips.
But it’s nothing compared to the sweet sensation that consumes my body.
I drum into her once more and release my cum.
She moans. “That feels amazing.”
I slide out of her and tag Lifesaver in since Alice’s mouth is still wrapped around Match’s cock. His closed eyes and lolled back head suggests that he, too, is away with the fairies.
Stars haze my vision. I blink them away and grip the corner of the sink when I reach it to steady myself, more out of breath than a fucking marathon runner.
I splash my face with cold water to snap back to reality, then rejoin the action, circling Alice’s clit as Lifesaver begins to fuck her. She’s still dripping wet, and after a minute or so, my fingers turn pruney.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet.” Lifesaver spreads her legs even further apart and increases his thrusts.
God doesn’t even know what’s running through his head. The shit he was in before was bad. Deeper down than the fucking grave I’ve already planned to dig when we’re caught. Fucking his best friend’s daughter after finding out that indeed, Alice is the “baby” Peter is so overly protective of, puts Lifesaver between a big rock and a very fucking painful hard place.
At some point he’s gonna have to decide which direction to take.
But who cares about the future? It exists only in the mind, and the present is called so for a fucking reason. Alice is a gift. The devil reincarnated perhaps, but a gift that keeps on giving.
Three times.
Yes, one day Peter will find out, but so what? He needs us more than we need him. The only weapon the man knows how to wield is a keyboard. Sure, in the world of politics it’s quite the weapon, but we’re dealing with real life here. Real stakes. It’s a life or death situation.
Maybe it’s not a bad idea, letting Peter know that a Russian syndicate boss wants him dead. George Orwell was right when he said, “War is peace.” Creating problems creates panic, and where there’s panic, there’s control.
Except control is flipped.
Peter Dyson doesn’t know the first thing about survival. Words are his talent, not shooting, wielding hot iron rods, or knowing how to perform a successful kill unsuspected.
He needs us.
And when he finds out that Lifesaver, Match, and I have been sleeping with his “baby” this entire time, he’ll bite his tongue and run along.
Because we saved his life, and you can’t put a price on that.