Zayden
When Silence, Xavier and Yale return, I’m sitting in the armchair, examining Yale’s laptop.
On it is everything we know so far about Ryker Blake, and it’s more than I thought, given how well he hid his identity.
Silence gently nudges the laptop, and I place it on the arm of the chair so she can climb onto my lap.
Her cheeks and nose are pink, and she cuddles into me, shivering slightly.
I rub her arm to rid the chill from her skin, and bury my face in her neck.
“You smell like my brother,” I murmur.
She bites her lip. “I’m filled with him, too.”
Blood rushes to my dick so fast I’m surprised I don’t lose vision. “Did you have fun?”
She nods. “I shot my first sniper rifle.”
“Right on target,” Xavier adds, and Silence grins. “Although, it really should be Yale teaching you. He’s the best shot. Always has been.”
Yale picks up his laptop and sits on the couch, saying nothing. He doesn’t like bragging, but he has frighteningly sharp accuracy. He’s best with a sniper, but he rarely picks up a weapon.
“You don’t like shooting, though?” Silence asks.
Yale shakes his head. “I prefer typing.” He sits up straight. “Ryker fucking Blake, formerly known as Ryan Blake.”
Xavier barks out a laugh. “Wow. How covert.”
“The good news is that we know why he’s targeting us. The bad news is that we don’t know whether he can actually cause us damage. He could have an army. It could just be him and some hired guys.”
“Why is he obsessed with us?” Silence asks, and I know she’s wondering if Ryker is her stalker from when she was younger.
“His brother was in the Agency,” Yale says. “In the same trainee group as us. Carter Blake.” The name has the hairs on the back of my neck lifting, and Xavier and I exchange knowing looks. “What? You knew him?”
I clear my throat. “We killed him.”
“Another recruit?” Silence asks. “Is that allowed?”
“It was encouraged. Unofficially,” Yale says. “We don’t allow it anymore. We can lose good recruits from a shitty recruit with a lucky shot. Why did you kill him?”
I’m never proud of my kills like Xavier is, but I’m definitely not ashamed of this one. It was my first time really facing death, and while I didn’t land the killing blow, I contributed.
“He cornered one of the newer recruits in the showers, and I don't think he planned on killing her,” Xavier says. “Zayden and I were passing by and heard shouts. Gable Flynn was with us.”
It was Gable who stopped Carter’s heart, and it’s the first time I witnessed him truly lose control. He was our friend by that point, but Asher was the one who stepped in to calm his brother.
“Gable wasn’t in any fit state to speak to Drago, so we did,” I say, gesturing at Xavier. “Reported the kill, took the blame. Nothing ever came of it.”
Silence plays with my fingers. “Until now.”
Xavier says, “So little bro buries big bro, somehow gets access to the reports, and finds out we did it. Then, what? He waits more than ten years to come for us? Why?”
“Planning,” Yale says. “The Blakes were broke, so it seems Ryker has spent the last decade building himself an empire of his own. He worked in stocks, made himself a small fortune, then invested it. He was a millionaire by the time he was twenty-one, and that’s when his money got dirty.
Organized crime, trafficking, anything to make cash. ”
“And now he’s putting his plan into action.” Xavier rubs his hand down his face. “Is he a threat?”
“No clue. Even the most careful leave some kind of paper trail. Correspondence, meetings with other powerful people, bank transfers … but I can’t find anything.
The FBI aren’t even aware of him. He’s flying under the radar, and he’s fucking good at it.
But”—he smirks—“not as good as me.” He spins his laptop to face us, a grainy screenshot of CCTV showing a man in his fifties.
“I analyzed the hotel footage again, and I noticed that whenever Ryker walked through the lobby, there was someone else there. Hanging around or drinking at the bar. So, I searched his face through the police database, and this guy popped up. Corey Ray. Small-time criminal, did time for assault back in the nineties, spotted with a few powerful guys over the last ten years or so.”
“He’s Ryker’s protection?” Silence asks, and Yale nods.
“He did closed protection for a few years after prison but got fired for disorderly conduct. Guess who he worked for.”
I close my eyes. “Please say Charlie fucking Callahan.”
“Charlie. Fucking. Callahan.”
My grin is wide and much fucking needed. “We need to call him again.”
“Already have. He’s gonna get in touch with Corey under the guise of rehiring him, see if he can arrange a meeting and get him to give up wherever Ryker’s staying.”
“Perfect. So … that’s it, then,” Silence says, looking between us. “We win.”
“Yep.” Yale closes his laptop. “We win.”
We all fall quiet, the silence sitting heavily on what should be good news. It is good news. It means we can go home soon.
But maybe that’s the problem.
Silence plays with her necklace. “Does anybody else feel like that was a huge anticlimax? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy we probably won’t get murdered, but also … is that it? We just find him and go home?”
I see her point. The mystery of Ryker made him seem more ominous than he actually is.
“Well, we don’t have to go home yet,” Xavier suggests. “Charlie still has to get in touch with him, arrange a meeting, find Ryker … it could be days.”
“Weeks,” Yale adds. “It wouldn’t surprise me if it was another month.”
We all nod slowly, and Silence stands, stretching. “Wow. Four weeks. That sounds exhausting. Might have to nap.”
“Napping sounds good,” I say, my gaze drifting down her body.
Silence sighs. “Yep. Or …”
“I like or,” Yale pipes up.
She shrugs. “You could all fuck me.” She darts from the room, and Yale slams his laptop shut, leaping over the couch to chase after her.
I laugh as I watch them go, and when I lock eyes with Xavier, he’s grinning.
“This actually works, doesn’t it?”
My returning smile is genuine, and for the first time in what feels like too long, my chest isn’t tight and my responsibilities don’t feel like a weight on my soul. We’ve found Ryker. We’re safe.
“It really does.”
By the time I reach the bedroom, Silence is already straddling Yale, him sitting at the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. She pulls off her T-shirt and tosses it aside, and glances over her shoulder at me. She smiles, biting her bottom lip, and gestures for me to come over.
I approach, rolling up my shirt sleeves to my elbows, and she watches the task with molten eyes. Once I’m close, she takes my hand and guides it to her pussy, sinking my fingers into the stickiness on her lips and thighs.
“That’s your brother,” she murmurs in my ear. My dick thickens, and Yale runs his hands up her front and cups her breasts. “I want you both at the same time.”
Xavier has settled into the chair on the far side of the room, and I arch a brow at him. “Not joining in?”
“I’ve had my fun for today,” he says, his smile smug. “I’m gonna take your place for this one.”
“Big shoes to fill.”
He flips me off, and I laugh, returning my attention to my wife. “We don’t have lube, baby.”
“You might not need it. My cum is still inside her,” Xavier points out, and Silence laughs.
“There’s oil in the bathroom,” she says, leaning her head back so I can kiss her. “Hurry up. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
I spank her, and she grins wickedly. I go to the en suite and grab the oil, and when I come back, Silence is grinding herself against Yale’s cock.
“After this, we need a break,” she says, leaning against me as I cup her breast. “I’m not going to be able to walk for a week.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t,” Yale suggests.
I’m about to suggest the same, but Silence shakes her head. “I might lose my confidence if I don’t do it now.”
With that, I pour the oil across her ass cheeks, kneading and massaging the muscles. Silence moans softy and lowers herself onto Yale’s cock. She tenses, lips parting as she lets out a soft, barely audible sigh of contentment.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Q,” Yale whispers.
Her cheeks pinken, and I kiss below her ear. “He’s right. You are.” I slide my finger to her hole, rubbing the oil there, circling my thumb around the ring of muscle. Silence slowly bounces on my brother’s cock and groans as I slip my finger inside her.
She loves me fucking her ass. She’d never done it before we met, so it was an entirely new experience for us. Now, we have another new experience, and we’re sharing it with my brothers.
“More,” Silence breathes, and she moves ever so slightly faster as I slip another finger into her tightness.
Her head drops forward, and I twist my fingers, using my other hand to pour more oil on the area.
Her skin shines, almost reflective, and she looks fucking stunning.
Unbuckling my belt and taking out my cock, I pour oil over my length, massaging it.
Capping the bottle and tossing it onto the bed, I slap Silence’s ass cheek, the sound heavy and thick combined with the slickness of oil on her skin.
She cries out. “Fuck me now, Zayden.”
I position my cock at her ass, rubbing the head over the sensitive spot before gently pushing. She instinctively tries to grind back to get more depth, and then she squeaks, slapping her knees together, my cock slipping out of her.
Yale laughs through his breathlessness. “You okay?”
“Yes. You almost shot right out of me,” she says. “How is this going to work?”
I rest my hands on her hips. “Sink down completely on Yale,” I say, and she does. “Lean forward.” She presents me with that perfect ass, and I ease myself into her again. The muscles in her back tense, and I place my hand on her spine. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “There’s a lot of … pressure.”
“Good pressure?” Yale asks.
She nods quickly. “Zayden, once you’re all the way in, just give me a second.”
Sinking myself deeper, I grip her hips, gritting my teeth against how impossibly tight she is. Yale groans, holding Silence’s thighs.
“Holy fuck,” he growls.
“You tapping out?” Xavier teases.
Yale keeps his eyes on Silence. “Do not talk to me right now.”
Silence laughs, her body shaking. “Stop it, otherwise this is going to turn into a sausage cannonball situation.” I erupt into laughter, and so does Xavier. “Stop laughing!” she pleads, her words mingled with laughter. “This is so mean!”
“Sorry, baby.” I kiss her shoulder, and once I’ve regained my composure, I sink the rest of my cock into Silence’s ass. I massage her hips, wishing I’d undressed for this, but there’s something uniquely powerful about her being totally naked when I’m not.
“What now?” Silence whispers. “I feel like I’m going to split in two in the best fucking way.”
“You don’t move,” I coach, swallowing. “We fuck you.” I run my palm up her spine and grip her ponytail, wrapping it around my fist. I pull her head back ever so slightly, and my other hand grips her shoulder.
“Yale, fuck her as hard as you can. I want her to squirt,” I say through gritted teeth, and my brother widens his stance, feet pressed into the floor. “Ready, baby?”
My wife nods as much as she can with my grip on her hair. “Fuck me. Both of you.”