18. Kai
Kai
My body goes still.
Beautiful?
She thinks I’m beautiful.
No one has ever called me beautiful. I haven’t wanted anyone to ever call me beautiful, until this dark-haired, blue-eyed girl just uttered the words.
The freezing air can’t penetrate the heat coursing through my body. First caused by the blood I spilled, then carried on from her words.
The way she looks at me, I can barely look back.
I feel Kaleb’s eyes burning into me, but I don’t acknowledge him. It’s probably the most my brother has ever heard me say in one go. In the distance, I hear motorbikes, and I already know they aren’t the Devils.
They are fucking Wraiths coming to pay their newest hires. The ones they’ll find dead.
“Brother,” Kaleb murmurs, and I shoot him a glare before returning my attention to the girl.
Her eyes are glassy, tears running down her soft cheeks.
Even dressed in her grey hoodie and tracksuit pants that are two sizes too big for her, she looks beautiful. Every word I said, I meant. The way I wanted to ruin her that first time. The way I still do.
I showed her what I am, who I am, and she still called me beautiful. Told her what I wanted to do to her, and she still reached for me.
Now, I can’t say I didn’t warn her.
Now, I won’t be able to hold back.
My hands grip the sides of her face, and I push my lips against hers. Her soft gasp has me pushing closer to her, letting her feel what she does to me. Grinding my stiff cock against her stomach.
Her lips part for me, and my tongue searches for hers. The taste of blood blooms over my tongue and I growl against her mouth.
“Kai,” Kaleb says, firmer this time. “We need to make a decision. Try to take however many dozens of men are on their way here, or we need to leave, right the fuck now.”
Pulling back, my lip curls in anger at my brother. But he’s right.
“Not risking it with her. We leave. Right the fuck now,” I mutter, reaching down for my cut.
Fuck the shirt and the gloves. I’m not hiding. Not from her.
My hand is in hers as we make our way to the bikes. Securing the helmet on her beautiful skull, I turn off the speaker that is linked to Kaleb’s helmet so we can talk during the rides, not that we do much of that.
We are off in seconds, tearing out of the dock and toward the club. The way her arms wrap around me punches the wind out of my lungs. Like I can barely breathe. And when her fingers slip through my vest, and skate over the jagged skin, a shaky breath slips past my lips.
This is dangerous. So fucking dangerous. For her. For me.
I wish she’d run screaming after seeing me. It’d make this easier. Now, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk away.
We pull up to the club and I’ve got her helmet off in seconds, picking her body up off the seat. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, nuzzling into me, and my arms instinctively wrap tightly around her.
Taking my first step towards the front door, Kaleb speaks behind me.
“I’ll go hand over the information to Ash,” he says through his stiff jaw.
With my hands gripping Roxy, I turn back to him.
“After,” I grunt.
His dark eyes dip to the girl, and I see anger there. I don’t fucking care. I need him with me when this happens. Just in case. I can’t kill her just when I’ve gotten her.
Torn, he looks back at me before nodding and striding past me to the front door. Ignoring everyone in this club is something I’m good at. The brotherhood of the Devils is great and all. But I have my brother. And I have Ash. I have Maddison, the sweet girl who went through something dark with me.
And now I have her.
Roxy.
So delicate and light in my hands.
So damn breakable.
Kaleb leads the way up the stairs to our apartment. To our home. Unlocking the door, he holds it open for us, eyes narrowed on her when she shifts in my arms.
I feel her head twist, taking in the space. There is not much to see. Everything is dark and basic. One couch that never gets used. One TV that was left from the previous occupant. Three rooms, two of which look identical and one that is empty.
A kitchen that hasn’t been used.
I take her to my room, lowering her to the ground once I step foot inside. Her hands glide into my hair, which still stinks like blood, and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. My entire body freezes at the contact, muscles going taut.
My hands curl into fists at my sides, trembling.
Fuck. I can’t do this.
Ripping myself from her grip, my back slams against the wall. My mouth parts as I suck in my next breath, seeing her brows line and her eyes soften with concern.
Weak. I’m so fucking weak.
My hands ache to wrap around her throat, ears dying to hear her gasp and cough for air. I can almost feel the way her pussy would clench on my cock as I did it. Ecstasy.
“I want this, Kai,” she murmurs, taking a step closer.
Nervously, she looks over her shoulder at Kaleb, who watches from the corner of the room. She hasn’t questioned his being here. But I know he scares her.
She takes one more step towards me, and hunger takes over. If she wants this, then I’ll give it to her. Just as I’m about to take a step towards her, Kaleb murmurs, “Stop.”
Both of our eyes slide to his.
His face morphs into a snarl as he strips off his own cut, hanging it over a chair, and then stripping off his t-shirt. I don’t miss the way Roxy’s eyes slide over him and she swallows. Admiring the body that boasts zero scars. Zero imperfections.
“If I have to endure this, we’ll do it my way,” he grits out, kicking his boots off. “I’ll be fucking pissed if I have to clean up your blood after the night I’ve had.”
Roxy’s eyes widen; her next gasp comes out shaky. But then Kaleb peels his pants off, leaving him in just his underwear, and his half-hard cock catches her attention.
“Come here, Roxanne,” he demands.
Glassy blue eyes slide to me, as if I’ll save her from whatever my brother has planned. I won’t. Swallowing, she takes a slow step towards him. And another.
A nervous whimper falls out of her when he reaches for the collar of her hoodie and yanks her towards him.
With his fist around the material, he gets in her face. “He warned you. I don’t want you blubbering and crying when you get exactly what you’ve asked for.”
I can barely hear her rapid breaths over the sound of my heartbeat. The foreign percussion of the thing rapping against my insides. Bringing my hand up, I lay my palm over my bare chest. I can feel it.
Roughly, he grips her hoodie and pulls it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. Then, he crouches and grabs her leg. She nearly topples, catching his shoulder just in time as he pulls off one boot, then the other. Undressing her like a doll.
Still on his knees, he pulls her tackies down her soft, tanned skin, baring her ass to me, in nothing but a G-string, tucked into her round ass. His eyes zero in on her pussy, narrowing at whatever he sees.
Something I only notice when his fingers wrap around the thin straps and guide them down her legs. Arousal glistens on her pussy lips and on the black material. Inviting and delicious.
Whatever about tonight she liked, she fucking loved.
Goddamn fuck. I’m fucked. She’s fucked.
Kaleb stands. Finally. Roxy is completely, totally, perfectly fucking naked. Finally.
Still riveted to the wall, I wait for Kaleb to take the lead. I don’t trust myself.
“Turn around,” he mutters, glaring down at her.
She turns to face me. Her tits jiggle with each breath, pink nipples drawn tight, piercings glinting. She nervously blinks up at me, chewing her bottom lip, while I drink her in.
All of those tattoos and toned muscles. Her freshly shaved pussy.
Kaleb presses himself to her back, fingers working the hair tie out of her long, shining black hair, and I watch it tumble down her body.
He takes the thick of it, wrapping it around his palm until her head cocks back. Dipping his mouth by her ear, I watch her shudder.
“I’m going to lie down on the bed, with you on top of me,” he whispers, eyes landing on mine.
“I’ll let my brother do whatever the fuck he wants to you.
If he goes too far, I’ll be there to stop him.
” Her legs clench together, and my eyes laser in on the movement.
“Frankly, I don’t give a fuck if he kills you. But he does.”
My eyes fall closed, and I focus on my breathing. Try to calm myself down. Usually, when my brother and I share a girl, I don’t give a fuck about the outcome. Don’t give a fuck about anything but the mind-numbing pleasure.
This reaction flooding through my body scares the shit out of me.
They stir, the rustle of soft sheets and skin sliding, and I squeeze my eyes tighter. Seeing Roxy spread out on my bed might just send me off the fucking deep end. Her raspy breaths are already messing with my fucking head.
By the time I force my eyes to peel open, they are on the bed. Kaleb is propped up against the headboard, his back resting against the pillows, with Roxy settled between his legs. Her back is pressed to his chest and his arms wrap around her waist. Both of their eyes are on me, waiting.
His hands grip her thighs and spread her legs, so that I can see her wet pussy completely bared for me. The sight has my mind spinning with other piercing ideas, ones that decorate her perfect little cunt.
Kaleb hooks her legs over his own, and she whimpers a needy little sound. Then his hands go for her arms, securing both wrists in one of his hands above her head.
“She's ready for you, brother,” Kaleb murmurs. “Come and take her.”
She looks frightened, but also so fucking turned on; the fear and lust warring for first place in her eyes. Her body writhes on top of Kaleb’s, his jaw muscle feathering. Most likely from the fact that her round ass is grinding into his cock.
He must have more control than me because he just lies there taking it.
“Kai,” she whimpers, and the sound spurs me on.