Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Freya
T he front door opens, then slams shut, and I practically jump off the couch. In a flash, Hazen moves, standing up and swiftly placing himself in front of me.
Dominic rushes past the living room, his voice booming as he yells into the phone pressed against his ear. As I turn back to Hazen, I catch his frown, but he quickly dismisses it with a shrug and plops down in the seat beside me. Now that I’ve laid my brother to rest and said my final farewell, I need to find out if Dominic knows anything more about Alec. He’s still in charge of The Brotherhood and nothing happens without his final say.
“Where’s the bathroom?” I ask, and Hazen cocks his head to the side, studying me for a beat too long.
“Go left, and it’s the first door.”
With a nod, I leave the living room and follow Dominic. The echoes of his voice reverberate through the foyer, and I vaguely recollect that his office is down the corridor. Guided by his voice, I stop outside a set of large double doors made of dark wood .
Pressing my ear against them, I can make out Dominic’s voice. I keep my ear to the door as I look back the way I came, making sure no one catches me.
“Kill the cunt if you don’t get answers. He’s dead to me anyway.” He pauses, and I freeze. Shit. Did I breathe too loud? My heart pounds against my ribcage, loud and relentless. “Yes. The LeClair situation has been resolved.”
Is he talking about my brother or me? My phone vibrates against my leg.
“Deal with it.” His words are clipped, and the sound of footsteps grows nearer and nearer. Fuck.
I stumble backward, my hands desperately searching for something to steady myself, and I finally reach the bathroom door and enter, slamming it shut. I fall back against it, then reach for my phone hidden in my underwear.
There’s another text from the unknown number.
Revenge sounds like healing, doesn’t it? Find me the killer or you’re next ??
My stomach churns, and I can taste the remnants of breakfast rising in my throat. But at least I have an idea of who the killer could be now—the only man with motive.
Dominic.
He must have hated having us hood trash working with his heirs. He’s always looked at us with such disdain, and Alec did owe him that money. Oh God. Is he the one sending those text messages, too? Everything is one big head fuck and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.
I need to break into Dominic’s office and find answers, even if it kills me in the process.
The day drags on painfully slowly as I anxiously keep an eye on corridor across from the living room, hoping Dominic will come out of his office. The weight of Hazen’s scruti ny is palpable as he frowns, his words seemingly trapped on the tip of his tongue.
I lean back into the couch, leveling him with a raised brow. “Just ask.”
“Why do you keep looking down the corridor?” he asks, and I contemplate if I should tell him or not. Without his help, it will be hard but not impossible to find what I need. If we do get caught, it will make it easier to get out of it if he’s there, but if it’s just me, then I’m gone. There are no second chances with The Brotherhood.
I motion for him to come over, and he reluctantly rises from his recliner and plops down beside me, his knee brushing against mine. I turn and am captivated by his piercing blue eyes that mirror the vastness of the ocean.
“Promise me you know nothing about what happened with Alec?” I ask, and he frowns.
“We’ve already been over this. I told you we have no idea what happened. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have been searching for him with you. That would have been pretty fucked up if we knew the whole time, wouldn’t it?” He takes my hands in his, and I glance down at his large ones clasping my much smaller ones. “Look, I have no idea what’s going on between us, but what I know to be true is I want to be near you every second of the day. I want to help you avenge your brother’s death. But I’m not a good person—I play with death every day, and mostly at my own hands. I live and breathe The Brotherhood. That always comes first, and you need to know that.” He pleads with his eyes, even though his admission is harsh.
I nod and squeeze his hands. I get it. Blood in, blood out kind of thing.
“Whatever is going on between us... this”—he lets go of my hands and points from himself to me—“I want. Do you?”
His question catches me off-guard for a moment, but I find myself saying, “Yes.”
His lips curve into a smile, the first one I’ve witnessed from him, and it takes my breath away. His hands roam up my arms, igniting a fire within me. In one swift motion, he pulls me toward him, his lips crashing against mine in a powerful, unforgettable kiss.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he presses his tongue further into my mouth. My stomach churns with a swarm of menacing butterflies, their wings fluttering violently, while my chest tightens and releases in rapid, uneven breaths. I want more, I need more. I shuffle forward, feeling the heat of his body as I wrap my legs around his waist and press myself against his firm crotch. He groans into my mouth, and I have to stop before I pull down his pants and fuck him here in the open-planned living room.
I pull back, resting my head against his. “What about Lucas and Gage?” I ask the question that’s been on my mind ever since the feelings started to become blurred. There’s no denying I want them all.
“We are The Brotherhood. You have one of us, you have all of us,” he says like it’s a normal thing for three guys to share one girl.
“Okay, I want all of you,” I declare, more to myself than him.
He smiles, wrapping his hands around the back of my neck, and claims my lips once more.
He eventually shifts his focus, peppering kisses along my neck, and I press my hands on his chest, leaning slightly away. “I want to break into Dominic’s office . He’s hiding something about Alec, and I want to find out what.” It feels like several heartbeats before Hazen replies.
“There’s a party tonight. Let’s do it then,” he says.
I frown. “Let’s?”
“There’s no way you are going in there alone. You’re one of us now, and we work as one. I want answers, too—we all do.”
I stare at him in disbelief.
After having a long hot shower, I exit the steaming bathroom and pad into Hazen’s bedroom, a soft towel wrapped snugly around my chest. The room is empty and there’s a gown laid out on the bed. It’s a gorgeous blue silk with a low-cut bodice. I glide my fingers across the smooth fabric. It’s beautiful. Beside it, there’s a blue lace bustier set that matches. When I lift the top half, I confirm that the cup size is perfect for me.
The bedroom door opens, then closes.
“Do you like?” Lucas asks, eyeing the lacey set between my fingers.
“You got this for me?”
“Of course. I need to see you in it.” His voice sends shivers through my body. He’s been by my side nearly all day with Hazen, keeping me busy and distracted. I thought I’d hate having someone around me all the time, but with him, and them, it’s nice. I don’t feel so alone. It hurts a little less.
Lucas grabs the pretty undergarments and helps me put them on. The brush of his fingers against my skin sends sparks of desire racing through me, leaving me burning with need. Wanting and needing more .
Once it’s on, he steps back. “Fuck me, you are breathtaking.”
My heart soars and my cheeks flame hot.
Lucas sneaks up behind me, his warm breath tickling my ear as he gently traces his fingers up my arms. My chest rises and falls as goosebumps spread.
He grabs my shoulders and spins me around, trapping me with his captivating honey-colored eyes.
“So beautiful,” he sighs out, biting into his bottom lip. His gaze moves over my body, lighting up every part of me. I need to feel something real. Everything has felt so numb, and I need him to anchor myself. To take away the grief.
He falls to his knees, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip, and I can’t control myself anymore. My fingers fist his blond hair, and I push him exactly where I want him. His hot chuckle dances over my lace-clad pussy. He hooks his fingers around the strings of the skimpy underwear and brings them down my legs until they fall to my feet.
He rests one hand on my belly before he buries himself between my legs, his tongue destroying me from top to bottom. My eyes close, head falling back. He licks me like I’m his favorite dessert, his tongue flicking my clit over and over again. His other hand trails up my inner thigh and teases my entrance before he fills me with two fingers. Fuck.
My legs start to wobble, and Lucas helps ease me back onto the bed without missing a beat. The man clearly takes eating out seriously.
The bedroom door opens, then slams shut. I turn my head toward the noise and freeze. Gage’s eyes widen before narrowing into slits, and he looks to where Lucas is face-deep between my legs, then back to me. Lucas doesn’t stop, and I moan, no longer able to suppress it.
“What the fuck?” he roars .
Lucas laughs against me, the vibration and his puffs of breath sending me over the edge. My thighs clench as my fingers grip his head, encouraging him to lick up every last drop of my release. I ignore Gage completely.
Lucas pulls himself up, presses a kiss against my cheek, and disappears into the bathroom.
I glance over to Gage, who doesn’t move and doesn’t speak. He runs his finger across his jaw, watching me intensely. Warmth spreads across my chest. I’m waiting for him to yell at me, to be pissed off, but there’s nothing but silence between us.
I hop off the bed and retrieve my underwear from the floor, then turn to pick up the dress. Warmth hits my back, and his hand snakes around my waist. The heat of his palm burns my skin.
He moves my hair off my shoulder, his fingers running across my nape and sending shivers through me. His lips brush up my neck.
“Don’t you dare put those on.” His husky voice makes my knees weak. I release my grip on the dress and panties.
“So bossy,” I say, glancing over my shoulder.
His fingers twist into my hair. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He cranes my neck using his forceful grip, and pain rips through my skull, but then he claims my lips in a demanding kiss and the pain is replaced with desire. I try to twist my body around so I’m facing him, but his hand lands on my hip, holding me in place.
He breaks away from the kiss, and I instantly want him back. Releasing my hair, he skates his hands down my back, then he undoes all the hooks of my bustier, and it falls to the ground, leaving me butt naked. My nipples harden, begging to be touched, and I nearly take matters into my own hands.
It’s not the first time Gage has seen part of me, but it feels like i t. The first time was a hate fuck, quick and angry. He didn’t see me completely naked. This feels different. I want him and he wants me. I have no idea when the lines started to become blurry between hate and love, but they have.
He slowly turns me around until I’m facing him. His clothes are now gone, discarded on the floor between us. His hard cock is in the palm of his hand, and I swallow hard, having forgotten how big he is. His gaze drifts over every inch of my body, and I stand proudly, even as wetness pools between my legs. I need him. Now.
I step forward, pressing myself against his rock-solid body, then drag my fingers up his legs until his cock is firmly in my grip. I stroke up and down his length a few times before falling to my knees. Glancing up, I bat my eyelashes, and his stare is feral, his chest rising and falling.
“Don’t play with me. Put that filthy mouth on my cock, now.”
Jesus. I take him in one go, running my tongue along his shaft, then pull back, my teeth lightly grazing over his hot, silky flesh. His deep groan sets my belly on fire. The control I have over him is empowering.
The door to the bathroom opens, and Lucas emerges, but I don’t stop.
“Fuck yeah, about time,” he says from somewhere behind Gage.
“Fuck off,” Gage growls, and Lucas laughs.
“Hell no. I’m here to watch. This is way better than porn.”
Gage’s answering grumble morphs into another deep groan, his hand twisting into my hair, and he forces my head back and forth. His cock hits the back of my throat again and again, and I fight the urge to gag, breathing through my nos e. I watch Lucas from the corner of my eye as he drops his towel to the floor and grabs his cock, watching us—watching me —intently as he jerks himself off. Fucking hell.
It’s not long before Gage’s cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow every last drop. Then I slide my lips over his length one last time and let him pull out of my mouth. He grabs my hand, helping me up, then claims my mouth in a searing kiss.
He pulls back to rest his head against mine, ignoring Lucas still working himself over.
“So fucking hot,” Gage whispers.
Before I can take my next breath, he spins me around, forces my head to the bed, and his weight presses against my back. He spreads my legs with his and runs his finger between my soaked folds.
“So wet for me,” Gage says.
‘“And me,” Lucas pipes up, but Gage continues to ignore him as he slides his finger inside me. I jolt forward, my face pressing into the mattress. Another finger fills me, joining the first one as they move in and out. I want more. I need more.
“What do you want?” Gage asks as he leans forward and wraps my hair around his hand.
“You. Inside. Me.”
His fingers disappear, leaving me empty and aching, then a drawer opens and closes. There’s the tearing sound of a wrapper, then a brief pause before he yanks my head back at the same time he slams his cock into me. A deep, animalistic groan falls from my lips. My back arches, pain searing through my scalp from his grip on my hair, and it takes a few seconds for me to adjust to his size.
His hand lands on my ass, the slap echoing through the bedroom. He keeps the grip on my hair tight, his body shifti ng over my back, and his finger disappears between my legs. He flicks my clit to the rhythm of his thrusts, but I need more.
Covering his hand with my own, I force his finger to go faster and faster. My skin flushes hot as pleasure builds and builds, but before I can finish, Gage removes his hand and pulls out. I’m spun around so fast, my body sways and my vision clouds.
He drops me back onto the bed and I land with a huff. Then he grabs one of my legs, lifts it high and fills me again. My eyes squeeze shut.
“Eyes on me,” Gage growls. “I want to see you fall apart.”
The bedroom door slams again, and my eyes clash with Hazen’s. His mouth is hanging open. “Fucking hell” is all he says.
Gage’s fingers wrap around my throat and my gaze snaps back to his.
“What did I tell you?” Gage huffs.
“Eyes on you,” I reply huskily.
His grip tightens until I struggle to breathe, then he loosens for a beat before squeezing again. He touches every last part of me, mastering my body, and I can’t take it anymore. With his, Lucas’s, and now Hazen’s eyes on me, I— Fuuuck .
My cries fill the room as he thrusts in and out so fast my vision starts to blur, but I don’t dare shut my eyes. My gaze locks with Gage’s in an intense stare, and we both orgasm fiercely at the same time, with me literally seeing stars.
He pulls out after a few languid thrusts of his hips, then removes the condom and drops it on the floor. His chest rises and falls to the same rhythm of my own. Just when I think he’s going to storm out of the room, regretting every second , he surprises me by leaning over my body and pressing a gentle kiss against my cheek.
“Just as perfect as I remember,” he whispers, and butterflies fill my stomach.
I’m totally done for.