Chapter Twelve
While they waited for Saint to arrive, Sinn donned another apron that said: I Bake Cookies and Say Fuck a Lot.
He whipped up a batch of scones and put them in the oven.
Once they were done, he transferred them to a plate and placed the butter and jam jar beside them.
The coffee had just finished brewing when Saint walked through the front door.
He studied her and then swung his gaze to his brother.
“You said it was urgent.”
“Kira wants to talk to us,” Sinn explained. He held up the plate. “Scone?”
Saint ignored him and turned back to her. “What do you want?”
She took a deep breath. “Can we, um, sit down?”
The two men nodded. After Sinn poured two cups of coffee for them and a hot tea for himself, he sat down.
Was she ready for this? Ready to dive back into her past? She’d been floundering for so long, she had no idea if she was going to sink or swim after her story. All the memories she’d kept locked away, all the terror and heartache. She dragged them back to surface.
“Let me start at the beginning. Years ago, I was out with friends one night, and somehow, we ended up at this sketchy dive bar. That’s where I met him.
” Even now, all these years later, it made her soul ache.
“We started dating, but my parents didn’t like him.
Didn’t trust him. They tried to talk me out of being with him.
After months of arguing and contention, they finally gave me an ultimatum.
I either break up with him, or I move out. So, I moved out.”
She glanced at Saint and Sinn, unable to read their expressions.
“Like I said before, he wanted to prospect for the Bone Breakers. That’s when his true colors came out.
” Her voice was a bit shaky, but she pushed past the shame.
“By then, we’d been together for a while.
The nights he wasn’t drunk, out with friends, or coked up, he’d tell me what it was like at the club.
How he had this freedom with them that he didn’t have with me.
I suspected he was cheating and confronted him, only to have him slap me.
After that, his favorite pastime was putting me in my place. ”
“Does that mean what I think it means?” Sinn demanded.
Saint’s fists clenched.
“A slap here and there. That escalated to hitting with the back of his hand. Which escalated to punches in my stomach or kicking me if I fell.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sure you get the gist of it. After all, I was just another stupid woman staying in an abusive relationship.”
Sinn took hold of her hand. “You’re not, nor were you, stupid. Men like your ex manipulate on any issue you have. Abusers feed on the insecurities of their victims.”
“I’m still helpless.”
“No, darlin’. I don’t know too many people who would swing a bat at a man with such vengeful fury.”
“You saw that video, too?”
“Of course. Saint and I share just about everything.”
She blinked, unsure if she just heard a double entendre or not.
“This went on for a long time. Longer than it should’ve.
” She wiped her cheeks from tears. “One night, he called me to come pick him up from another club party because he was completely wasted. I thought it was odd because he had no problem sleeping there at the club, but like an idiot, I went. I didn’t want him angry because that’s when it hurt the worst.”
For a moment, the memories almost overwhelmed her psyche. She didn’t want to talk about what was next, but she knew she had to get it out. It was time to leech the pus from the wound.
“When I got to the Bone Breakers clubhouse, I found him and a few of his friends in a back room playing a game. He told me I had to play it too, before I could go home, and handed me one dice. I rolled it, thinking this was how I was going to get him out of there. I rolled a three.”
Saint shifted forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“That number was ... it was ... um, how many men would r-rape me.”
An almost inhuman growl came from Saint and he surged to his feet. Despite his ferocity, however, he didn’t scare her. Not anymore. She’d seen behind his mask to the gentle man, not the fierce leader of the Sons of Sin.
“They laughed,” she whispered, trying hard not to fall back into the dark vortex she’d lingered in.
“My ex held me down. Told me that was how he could be a Bone Breaker. I was his sacrifice to prove his devotion to the club. I honestly think more men would’ve had their turn, had Lucifer not discovered us.
He started yelling, but as soon as I was free, I ran. ”
She wiped away more tears.
“I hate crying,” she muttered, and sniffed.
“I couldn’t stay there, obviously. My parents had been right all along, but they’d died and I couldn’t tell them how sorry I was.
I didn’t have a lot of money, so the farthest I could go was Cheyenne.
That’s how I ended up at the diner. Joe gave me a free plate of food.
Got me talking. I didn’t tell him a lot but he’d heard enough.
Took me to the clinic to make sure I hadn’t caught anything.
Gave me a job. Started teaching me to box.
I don’t think I would’ve made it, if it hadn’t been for him. ”
She stood to grab a paper towel, using it to blow her nose despite it being a little too harsh for her skin.
“If you give me a name, he’ll be dead by tomorrow,” Saint promised.
“You don’t have to avenge my honor,” she said.
“You’ve tried to forget him for years, haven’t you?” Sinn asked. “That’s why you work so much. A clear underground phase of psychic numbing—”
“For fuck’s sake, Sinn,” Saint snapped. “Stop with the homemade psychology.”
Sinn flipped him off then held out his hand to her. Long fingers. Blunt-cut nails. Calluses on the tips. These were the hands of a man who worked his whole life, and he had no idea what he asked of her. This was the make-or-break moment between them.
“That’s my pathetic story,” she whispered. “I’m ... broken.”
“No,” he said. The softness in his eyes almost made her cry again. “You’re not broken. You are breathtaking.”
Slowly, she slid hers into his hold, unable to believe she was placing her trust in him.
He stood and pulled her up, and then suddenly, they were flush against each other.
Hard muscles against her softer curves. He was tall, although she wasn’t a short girl by any means, standing about five foot nine inches in her bare feet.
He still had about four or five inches on her.
“Saint and I want to take care of you,” he murmured.
“What does that mean?”
“We’ve always wanted to find someone who could be with both of us.”
“Both?” Her gaze darted between them. “How does that work?”
“However you want,” Sinn said with a wink. “Say no. Say yes. Sleep alongside one of us or both of us. Or neither of us.”
“You’re saying I’m the woman you want in this relationship?”
“Yes, but only if you’re agreeable that’s what you want as well.”
“What if you don’t like me?” she asked, biting her bottom lip. “What if you think I’m boring? Or I suck at intimacy?”
Saint rose and walked over to her. He placed a finger under her chin to look up at him. “No matter what, you’re safe here.”
What should she do? Had she jumped out of the frying pan just to jump into a worse fire?
“How about we establish a code for you to control?” he suggested. “You say yes, we proceed. You say no, we stop. We can also use a traffic light. Red, yellow, green.”
Before she could chicken out, she said what she was thinking. “Okay.”
“Yes?” he questioned.
“Words, darlin’.”
“I-I would like to try,” she admitted glancing between them. “I can’t guarantee anything.”
Suddenly, Sinn picked her up bridal style and marched into his bedroom.
Saint followed and closed the door behind him.
The closed blinds allowed minimal light in, bathing the room in shades of grey.
He sat her down but stayed close and trailed his fingers down her body, ticklish even under her shirt.
Her stomach muscles rippled in protest until his fingers descended and brushed across the apex of her thighs.
“Green?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Words, darlin’.”
“Green,” she breathed.
Saint knelt behind her and slid her shorts down her legs. All she stood in now were her panties and t-shirt. It wasn’t like she was a virgin, but she wasn’t used to the tenderness with which the two men treated her.
Sinn’s touch returned to the crest and pressed against her slit.
The cotton-covered finger rubbed little circles over the area, and it shocked her how good this felt.
No man had ever taken the time to actually arouse her.
She’d not had sex since the incident. For her, sex was nothing but pain and humiliation.
All her life, men had abused their strength and power over her, starting with the teacher that was supposed to nurture her through learning.
He caressed the spot again, and she moaned, unable to stop her hips from jerking up. She wanted more of that. More of the pleasure coursing through her body.
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
“You’re so sexy, darlin’. Can Saint remove your panties?”
Was this where the bliss turned into pain? “Please don’t hurt me.”
Saint’s harsh intake of breath made her jump.
“No pain,” Sinn said. “I promise.”
Did she believe him? Or would they betray her, like so many others?
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “O-okay.”
Saint slowly pulled her panties down. His blunt fingernails lightly teased the skin on her legs, and then lifted her hips so he could slide them off. Once she was bare, Sinn drew one leg over his shoulder.
“Look at how pretty this pussy is,” he murmured with awe in his voice. “Pink and plump, it’s begging for me to lick it. May I lick it, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He leaned in, using two fingers to spread her lips open.
The first swipe of his tongue caused her to jump.
Whenever she rubbed her clit, it always felt nice, but this was next level.
This was amazing. Like floating up into the sky, and then he added fingers.
Slowly, carefully into her, rotating until he hit a spot that had her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Yes,” he murmured. “That’s it. Our beautiful girl, let us take care of you.”
Lost on a euphoric sea, it didn’t even faze her that Saint’s hands came around to cup her breasts.
He played with the nipples, rolling the small buds between his fingertips.
The sensation had a direct path to where Sinn’s fingers brushed against that sensitive spot inside her, and her body was on overdrive.
Then, suddenly, she was thrown over the cliff and cried out as she came.
Long moments drifted by, then Saint helped her fall boneless onto the bed.
The sound of a condom foil crinkled and she opened languid eyes to watch Sinn roll it onto his dick.
He gave such a sexy, wicked grin that excitement swirled through her.
Saint lowered his head to suck on her sensitive nipples and her back arched, the sensation caused her pussy to ache with need.
That was unexpected. Something she’d never felt before.
Sinn settled between her thighs, and his heated gaze kept her hostage.
Resting her hands on his chest, he stared down at her, and she nodded.
She was ready. Reaching down, he took hold of his big cock and lined it up against her slit.
They stared into each other’s eyes as the fat head slowly broached her entrance.
Inch after inch, stretching her pussy like no one else had before.
Her ex certainly never felt like this. Never made her feel like this.
Once he was seated as far as he could go, Sinn held still.
The look in his eyes wasn’t something she’d ever seen before.
Heat, desire, and something else she couldn’t quite name.
Possession maybe? He withdrew and then surged back, bumping against a spot deep inside her that caused pleasure to tingle through every cell in her body.
And when he did it again, she couldn’t stop her fingernails from digging into his shoulders.
“Ah, yes, darlin’,” he gasped. “Mark me all you want.”
Sinn did some type of hip thing that drove every single thought out of her head.
She moaned, which made him do it over and over, pushing her closer to a climax.
Over and over, he plowed into her, and she pushed back.
His muscles rippling with every breath he took.
Any lingering doubt that she was making a mistake vanished as she lost control and splintered in a bazillion atoms of bliss.
Never had an orgasm shook her so hard and she stared, dazed, up at Sinn as he found his own release.
As she floated in a blissful high, Saint whispered in her ear. “Ready for another round?”
Glancing over, Saint knelt beside her, completely naked and stroking his cock, staring at the place where his brother lay. Just watching him aroused her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Sinn gave her a heavy kiss before rising. Saint, wearing a condom, pushed her legs wide and surged into her body.
“Holy shit, you feel amazing,” he groaned. “So tight and wet. You were made for us, Kira.”
She moaned, and he urged her to fuck him back. They moved in rhythm as Saint gripped her hips, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Her heels dug into his ass as he penetrated her deeper and deeper, and the stimulation from her earlier orgasm only heightened her approaching climax.
Saint’s cock swelled as he pounded harder and faster, and she was unable to hold back.
Gasping, her pussy spasmed as a powerful orgasm erupted.
Then he let loose with his own loud moan as his cock unleashed into the condom.
Sweat dripped off his body in the afterglow.
He collapsed onto her with his heart beating out of control.
After a few minutes, he kissed her tenderly on her cheek and moved to the side, allowing her to breathe deeply.
Kira was utterly spent, but never before had she felt anything close to the sex she just had with both brothers.
“Would you like to stay, darlin’?” Sinn asked as he brushed the hair plastered to her cheek. “Would you like to try this relationship?”
She glanced over at Saint, who propped his head up with his hand. His eyes glittered with curiosity as he arched an eyebrow.
“Yes,” she said softly.
Sinn grinned. “That’s good. Remember, we’re new to this type of relationship, too.”
Then he leaned forward and gave her the sweetest kiss while leaning his forehead against hers.