Chapter 22 #2
As Leslie turned out of my neighborhood and headed southeast. I didn’t need to ask where we were going.
We followed a small river into rural country, trees lining both sides of the narrow road.
Passing over a bridge and turning down a dirt path, I caught a few deer running through the trees.
Leslie pulled into a drive, hidden by a set of pines.
Beyond them was a house situated on the end of a hill looking down at the river below.
He parked next to an old pickup. Getting out, I saw one of the older members, Kris, next to a small fire, burning papers.
He looked over at us and waved. Leslie nodded as he took my hand and led me into the house.
The place was dark, save for a light on in the kitchen and the TV in the living room. We made our way over to a screendoor at the back.
On a deck overlooking the river was a patio table with a laptop, some files, and a bottle of beer on top. Beside the table, Dom sat in a wheelchair, leg up in a cast, a joint in his hand. He looked over at us, a bandage across one side of his brow, one arm still wrapped.
I went to him first and put my arm around him in greeting before signing, “Hey.”
“Hey,” he signed back, smiling. Leslie came up beside him and gripped his shoulder.
“How’s the man of steel?”
That was Leslie’s nickname for Dom ever since he woke up. Dom only had one surgery and the doctors were astounded at how fast he was healing. The surgeon had said it was almost supernatural, since the way the car crashed Dom should technically be in pieces.
Dom smirked as he took his phone and typed. “Less like I got hit by a brick wall every day.”
Even with the knowledge of their unique abilities, I was also stunned by his fast recovery. A regular person would have still been bedridden. Not Dom.
“I was certain he’d make it through, the question was when,” Andrea had said the day he woke. “They’ll never go down easily.”
I’d never wish for them to go through what they did to obtain that sort of strength. But I was grateful they had it, relieved to know that whatever fights they got into, they would always pull through.
Leslie patted Dom on the back, making him flinch. “I knew you could do it, Dommy.”
Dom’s smile tightened. “I might be disabled for now,” he signed. “But I can still choke you out if I have to, brother.”
Leslie swiped Dom’s joint and took a hit, blowing the smoke upward as he smirked. “I’d love to see you try.”
The way they talked made my head spin, Leslie taunting his brother and Dom never being fazed in the slightest.
“How’d it feel to get obliterated in a Mustang?” Leslie had said the day after Dom woke.
“I don’t know,” Dom texted. “How did it feel to eat shit on your bike?”
“Felt like Satan's piss burning up my back.”
They both laughed, and I stood there shaking my head. I won’t even dwell on the gruesome details Leslie had told Dom about what he’d done to Jasper and his gang.
The only thing that kept me from scolding Leslie was the day Dom was to be released from the hospital.
I’d gone downstairs to grab a drink from a vending machine, giving them a moment.
When I came back, I heard them talking from the hall.
When I peeked inside, I noticed Leslie gripping Dom’s hand as he spoke.
Whatever was said, they both looked on the edge of tears before Leslie pulled Dom into a hug and Dom wrapped his good arm tightly around him.
I remember watching and feeling so relieved as they held each other.
That moment, and the days I stayed with him, helped Leslie to be himself again.
“We should be able to bring you back to the clubhouse soon, don’t you think?” I said, pulling up a chair.
“Probably,” Dom signed. “I told Kris I’d stay here for another couple days.”
Kris’s place was well away from the city, enough to keep Dom hidden until everything settled down.
Leslie had caught the Serpent in their den before he’d come to save me.
He called an emergency meeting, forcing every member to be locked inside the clubhouse.
Then he had Leo, who had been taking hacking lessons from Dom, go through every phone to find anything incriminating.
Leslie told the group that, once he found the culprit, he was going to gut them and feed them to his cats.
It was bait really, seeing as it would have taken forever to actually go through the phones.
It only took an hour for Leslie’s psychotic act to scare one member enough to confess. Ricardo.
Surprisingly, Leslie let him live—with a few scars to show for it—to make him spill everything he knew and where the Serpents might have taken me.
Leo pulled up addresses, then cameras nearby, and found the lodge, the only place the black SUV had been coming in and out of for several weeks.
It didn’t take long for Leslie to set his plans in motion.
Dom remembered something and typed quickly before showing Leslie. Taking another hit, Leslie gave him back his joint. “Perfect.”
“What is?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” He went back into the house. I watched him go, frowning in confusion before turning back to Dom who only had a sort of proud look on his face.
Before I could grill him, Leslie returned with his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes, sweetums.”
My smile thinned at the nickname, but I did as he asked, sitting straight and keeping my eyes shut. A moment later, I felt something heavy and warm slip over my shoulders. I opened my eyes and looked down to see a leather jacket.
“We meant to give you one when we returned from interrogating Jasper,” Leslie explained. “But then everything went down and that got put on the backburner. We decided we’d have one customized just for you.”
I took off the jacket and flipped it to the back. It was like the one the others had in Gemini with the twin knives. Only mine had an extra knife between the blades, and at the top in engraved letters said “Queen B”.
My throat tightened a little. “This is…” I couldn’t find the words.
“Sick? Cool?” Leslie listed. “Badass even?”
I grinned. “I love it.”
Leslie leaned down and kissed my head. “Good.”
I got up to put it on properly. Slipping my arms into the sleeves and adjusting it, I found it fit to my size. Leslie sunk into the chair to watch as I turned and posed, showing off the back.
“Look at that, it’s perfect,” Leslie said.
Dom clapped in agreement.
“It’s awesome.”
“Thank Miranda. She’s the one who designed it.”
My hand drifted across the fine leather. “I will.”
Leslie leaned back as his eyes drifted over me, looking both satisfied and hungry. “There is a small price.”
My brows rose. “Oh, yeah?”
He parted his legs, tapping on one thigh. “Come here.”
I played with the zipper of my jacket, glancing between the brothers before moving slowly over to him.
I stopped to stand between his legs. His hands drifted up my thighs to my hips, gripping them.
He turned me around and sat me on his lap, hands moving up my waist. Already, I could feel my body warming up at his touch.
One hand lifted the skirt of my dress while the other slipped underneath, sliding past my underwear.
Leslie groaned as his fingers trailed across me.
“Damn, so wet already,” he whispered, his mouth pressing to my neck, biting down just enough to force a moan out of me.
My gaze caught Dom’s across the table, his eyes darkening as he watched.
He winked at me as he took a hit of his joint, and I flushed.
But I didn’t tell Leslie to stop. He lifted my skirt up more so my lacey panties were exposed for both of them to see.
His fingers circled me, dipped inside, then circled again.
Goosebumps trailed across my skin, my breath hitching as the ache between my legs intensified, and my body tightened.
The heat pooled in my center as he fingered me in a slow, excruciating rhythm.
I tilted my head back, a moan rising in my throat.
“Mmm, that’s it. Come for me.” He nipped my ear as his hand slid up and down.
His free hand moved up my body, under the jacket, squeezing my breast. My gaze drifted to Dom.
Seeing him watch made me grow hotter, sweat dripping down my back.
I tried desperately not to squirm and writhe under Leslie’s touch but failed.
A little whimper slipped from me as he quickened his pace, going deeper, making my pulse race, the heat coiling tighter, until I couldn’t take it, and I grounded against him, one hand gripping the nape of his neck, the other clinging to the fabric of his pants.
“Please,” I begged. But there was no need, my body responded instantly, my pussy throbbing around his fingers as I came. I let out a little cry, shutting my eyes as my body trembled and bucked on top of him. Leslie put an arm around me to steady me, laughing in my ear.
“I’m willing to bet Dom is as hard as me now.” He chuckled. “He had a great view.”
Dom shifted slightly in his seat, not complaining as he took a long drag of his joint.
I shuddered as he slipped his hand from under me, and I closed my legs. “You two are crazy.”
Leslie’s smile touched my neck. “Mmm, but you love it.”
Twisting my head, I kissed him, and his arms came around me, holding me tightly. “Yeah, I do,” I whispered against his mouth.
He tilted back so we locked eyes, lifting a hand to brush his knuckles across my jaw. “My girl,” he murmured.
Shifting around, I straddled his lap. “Since I’m officially a head member of Gemini, I have some stipulations.”
Leslie grunted. “Should have figured.”
Dom offered Leslie his joint before picking up the laptop from the table and opening up a note app. He cracked his knuckles and signed, “Go on.”
I wrapped one arm around Leslie’s neck, thinking. “I want some creative control over parts of the clubhouse.”
Leslie snorted. “As if we wouldn’t allow you that.”
“And Dom needs a new ride.”
“Absolutely,” Leslie said. “What else?”
“I’ll need you to call me mistress for now on, and I require an extensive altar for worship in one of the main rooms.”
“You got it.”
I stifled a laugh. “Joking, Leslie.”
“Who says I am?”
I patted his chest. “Maybe replace it with the anime sex dungeon."
“Good idea.”
Dom shook his head, typing it out. Unable to help it, I broke out in laughter.