Redeemed (The Dark Redemption Series Book 2) (6 page)

I never imagined the reunion with my brother would be anything like this, but watching him…he’s so damn lucky. He doesn’t have any of my hang-ups when it comes to sex because he wasn’t exploited as a child. We may be the same size physically, but his presence is huge, a man who knows what he wants and will fucking have it.

While I may have been jealous that his childhood had to have been better than mine, never once did I wish my life on him, that our outcomes had been switched. The nightmare I lived through day in and day out for years isn’t something you wish on your worst enemy.

But there’s a small part of me that can’t help but wonder if maybe he’s the stronger one, and if our lives had been reversed, maybe my past might not have ruined him like it did me.

Brede

My brother is royally fucked up in the head.

I only have a small inclination as to how screwed up, and it makes me sick.

He doesn’t want anyone to touch him, not even beautiful, sweet and innocent Blair. That’s so goddamn sad that I want to murder the bastards who hurt him all those years ago.

Blair fell asleep long ago, her head resting on my chest, arms clenched tightly around my waist. I was too wound up after the mind-blowing blowjob, and then all the horrible thoughts about Aden’s past swirling around inside my thick skull to sleep. He’s still awake too, stretched out on the other bed, ankles crossed and incessantly flipping channels on the small television like when we were kids, just to have something to do.

“What happened to them?” I ask him softly so I don’t wake up Blair.

He lowers the remote before he looks over at us, his eyes on Blair’s sleeping form, wishing he was in my place. He doesn’t have to say it. I can see the truth on his face. Just like I don’t have to explain which
them
I’m referring to.

“They were busted in a federal sting after I got away and reported them,” he says. “So were several of the buyers across the country.”

“Good,” I reply. “So they’re in prison?”

He snorts. “Yeah, for a whopping five more years.”

“That’s all?” I shout, causing Blair to startle. “That’s it?” I ask softer.

“Just nine years for him, and six for his wife,” he says with a nod. “Most of the other kids were like her, wouldn’t talk,” he says, nodding to Blair. “And even though the cops had all the videos, they needed witnesses to admit that Stephen, our lovely foster father, was the one who did the filming, and that, um, he molested us all too. He knew better than to ever video tape that part.”

“God, that’s awful,” I mutter. The bastard who hurt Aden and the other kids he was trusted to raise and protect deserves one of my bullets to the head more than most. “Give me his full name, and when he’s released, I’ll kill him,” I promise Aden.

“You would do that?” he asks with raised eyebrows. “Cause I want him dead, but not instantly.”

“You want to make him suffer first?” I ask.

“Yeah, but then I’m not sure if I could kill him.”

“I can.”

“Then it’s a deal,” he agrees with a grin. “His name’s Stephen Michael Rhodes, and right now he’s serving his time in Butner.”

Killing that asshole isn’t all I’m gonna do for my brother. I’m also gonna help him overcome his aversion to being touched. Blair’s the gentlest soul there is, so if she’ll take things slow with him, and go at his pace, maybe he can get used to it. Am I jealous of him touching her? Hell yeah. I want her all to myself. But Aden needs her too, more than as a witness in our dad’s case. He just doesn’t realize it yet.

…

Blair

I wake up…sore. So sore, especially my neck, arms and, oh yeah, my pussy. Sleeping on Brede’s chest that’s as soft as a brick wall probably didn’t help my aches and pains, but I wanted to be close to him.

Lifting my head, and then wincing at the crick in my neck, I see that Brede’s sound asleep. My body protests movement, but I have to use the bathroom so bad my bladder is threatening to rupture. Taking a deep breath, I haul myself up to my elbow, throw my legs over the edge of the bed, and heave my still naked body to my feet. On the way to the bathroom, I notice that Aden is also passed out on the spare bed, which makes me feel bad for him. We’ve slept together without me touching him, but I guess he figured three would be a crowd in the narrow hotel bed.

Since we had such a crazy night, I decide to let them sleep while I soak in another bathtub full of water. Once my hair’s washed, the warmth of the steam and suds helps relax my tense muscles, so by the second time I drain the cold water and replace it with hot, I feel almost normal again. Except between my legs. There’s a sensation there that’s new and different, slightly painful, but mostly just…empty. All it takes is thinking about Brede kissing me and touching me to cause the tightening pressure in my lower belly. Pressing my palm there against the flat skin, the longing increases drastically, so quickly that my body trembles with need.

What have they done to me? They’ve turned me into some sort of sex fiend. I want more of that…physical connection. The loneliness of ten years has been chased away by two brothers. And I’m the one responsible for separating their family by not coming forward sooner. I should’ve told someone at the mental hospital. Maybe I could’ve convinced one of the doctors to believe me. While I was there, I assumed that my father controlled them, ordered them to keep me locked away, but now I’m not so sure. Since he wants me dead now that I’ve escaped, I must’ve been out of his reach in there.

Is that why he sent the postcard out of the blue? To lure me out so he could get finally get rid of me? Well, he’s shit out of luck since that didn’t work. Brede…it still makes me sick to think about the reason he was in the pawnshop that day. That it wasn’t a coincidence. But if he wanted to kill me for the money my father offered, he would’ve done it right away.

I can’t help but wonder how close he came to ending my life. Thinking back, it must have been before I told him I had considered suicide, since that’s when he flipped out. So, probably I was in his sights just the first day we met. While I was riding around on his motorcycle, while I was sucking his cock in front of those men at the bar. Then he dropped me off at my house and…left.
There
. He would’ve gone in with me and killed me if that’s what he was intent on doing. Must have been a pretty good blowjob, thank goodness.

I giggle at the thought, even though it shouldn’t be funny, my life spared because he liked how I sucked his dick.

Now, he’s saved my life twice, once when he stole the gun, and the second time last night when he killed Roger to protect me. He cares about me, so I need to let go of the sadness I have about how we met. Maybe I would’ve found the fact that he’s a killer more disturbing if I hadn’t almost died by an asshole; but at the moment, I’m barely fazed by it because I truly believe he only kills men who deserve it. 

And Aden, he wants me to help his dad, which I’m of course going to do. I get the feeling that he’s also seriously angry at my father, which is understandable. But I also think he’s angry at me too. He blames me, and he has every right. It’s my fault that I never came forward on my own.

Their poor dad has been locked up for ten freaking years, treated like shit for a crime he didn’t even commit. He loved my mom and must miss her like crazy. I could see it on her face, the way she cared for him, especially the day they came back on the bike. That night I opened my stupid mouth in front of my father, telling him my mother had been on Ben’s motorcycle. I was a silly child who didn’t know the ramifications of such a simple statement.

Not a day goes by that I don’t regret those words. I would give anything to take them back, to have kept my mouth shut. If so, maybe my mother would still be alive. She planned for her and me to move in with Ben. Aden and Brede would’ve grown up as my step-brothers. Would that have been strange, or would it have felt…right? Happy and normal for all five of us?

Instead, my asshole father had to go and ruin all of our lives. He didn’t love my mother, or at least he never acted like it, so I’m not sure why he cared that she was gonna leave him. Unless he was just angry that she was cheating on him behind his back. He’s so arrogant that he probably couldn’t believe she would have the audacity to leave
him
. So he made sure that never happened, framed Ben, and set the path we’re all now on. I hate him and wish he was dead. Good thing that’s exactly what Brede plans to do to him.

Aden

The ringing of my cell phone causes me to wake up in a panic. I don’t know where the fuck I am at first when I see I’m surrounded by burgundy walls and beige curtains over the windows. A motel room with Brede, who is still asleep on the other bed, and Blair…Where the fuck is Blair?

I shoot out of bed and head to the bathroom door. It’s locked. Good, she must be in there.

“Blair, you okay?” I knock and ask to make sure.

“Yeah, just taking a bath,” she replies.

Thank God.

We shouldn’t have slept this long. The alarm clock says it’s almost noon. We need to get the fuck out of here, find a new car and get to a pharmacy.

When my phone starts ringing again, I curse as I pull it free from my pocket, already knowing who it will be.

“Agent Graves?” I answer.

“What’s your status,
Burroughs
?” my superior asks gruffly.

Shit. Of course he knows I’ve lied about my name since Brede and I look alike. There’s no explaining that away. I’m so fucked, but all I can do is try to throw them off.

“Still in pursuit. I think he took her up into Virginia.”

“You
think
?” he snaps.

“Yes, sir. I’m stopping at hotels on the way, asking if they’ve…well, seen someone like me or a girl fitting Blair’s description.”

“I want another update by the end of the day. You shouldn’t have left since you have a clear conflict that you neglected to tell me about.”

“Yes, sir. I thought it was best to stay on him…”

“Your brother killed one of the DA’s top drug dealers. Roger Lemons won’t be missed by any of us, but he’s still dead. Therefore, your brother is a wanted man. Find him and call it in soon or we’ll issue the manhunt to the press.”

“Yes, sir. I understand,” I tell him, grinding my teeth together until he disconnects the call.

He’s right, there is a conflict, but Roger deserved to die, and I can’t let Brede take the fall for it. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do, so fucking torn between doing what’s required of me as an agent or protecting my brother at any cost. My head feels like it’s splitting in half, as I grab the sides of it and try to hold it together. I’m dizzy and disoriented, caught up in an angry maelstrom. It’s nearly impossible to process all that’s happened over the past few days, my past catching up with me, altering my entire existence.

Without a doubt, I’m confident that there’s no way I can turn Brede over to the feds. He’s my brother, and I refuse to let him wind up in prison like our father. Blair would hate me, and Brede would never forgive me. Even though he’s a certifiable serial killer, putting him behind bars is not the future I want for him after all these shitty years apart. It’s just depressing to think that with every second I’m here, helping him, I’m hurting our father by burning bridges behind us.

I want all four of us to be a family like we were supposed to be, with dad out of prison, Brede no longer killing people, and Blair happy, laughing like the young, innocent girl she should be. I would give anything for us to do regular family things, like backyard barbecues, Thanksgiving dinners, spending Christmas and holidays together. A part of me worries that I’m fooling myself, wanting something I can never have, but I won’t know unless I try.

“Why the fuck didn’t you wake me?” Brede grumbles as he sits up on the side of the bed, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Sorry, I just woke up. We need to go.”

He jumps to his feet, glancing around the room, “Where’s Blair?”

“Bathroom.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, sitting back down and rubbing the five o’clock shadow over his jaw. “I thought she ran again.”

“She’s taking a bath.”

He jumps to his feet again. “Then I need to be in there too. Blair and baths are fucking great.”

“Door’s locked,” I tell him when he’s halfway to the bathroom.

“Shit,” he grumbles. “And I’ve gotta take a piss.”

That makes two of us.

“Blair, baby, unlock the door,” he says, banging a fist in the center of it.

Seconds later, the door opens, and then all I hear is Brede’s growl and Blair’s giggle as he apparently busts inside and attacks her. She doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, a few minutes later, it’s Brede I hear putting on the brakes by saying, “Stop trying to fuck me. You don’t get my cock again until your pussy heals.”  Blair’s response is too soft for me to hear before Brede chuckles and says, “I love hearing filthy words come out of your sexy little mouth.” The wet sounds of them kissing fills the room until Brede tells Blair, “Now go torture Aden while I shower.”

Yes, please torture Aden
is my first thought, then quickly followed up with
no, I shouldn’t lay a finger on her
because once I do, it’s likely I’ll start to drown in the tidal wave of lust I have for her, and my restraint will go out the fucking window. Or do I just not trust myself not to hurt her for payback? No, she wasn’t guilty of what went down ten years ago, but she had plenty of years to do something...

Maybe I just want to blame someone for my fucked up history, and she happens to be the closest person. And my brother, who luckily had a decent family. Therefore, I shouldn’t feel guilty for taking Blair from him to occasionally play with. It’s not like I’m gonna fuck her again. And Brede said we could share, although I know he doesn’t really want to. He just feels guilty for getting the good life while mine was hell on Earth. It’s not his fault either, of course, I know that, but it makes it a little easier to accept his offer. The fact that Blair’s somewhat frightened of me also ramps up my arousal.

“Hey,” Blair says when she walks cautiously into the room. Still naked, her long hair is damp, tied up on top of her head in a messy knot. She reaches up shyly to push a falling tendril behind her ear. Fucking hell. She could tempt a holy man to sin, and I’m definitely not righteous. The sight of her tits swaying causes my cock to instantly tent my boxers, the only article of clothing I’m wearing. 

“Hey,” I reply, holding my arms out for her to step into them. When she hesitates, it’s like a swift kick to my nuts.

“I won’t hurt you,” I assure her. It’s true, even though I want to. Brede would kill me, and I don’t want to upset him.

“I know you won’t, but aren’t you afraid I might touch you?” she asks, lowering her eyes. Oh, she’s worried about making me uncomfortable. After how I treated her, her concern is surprising and…sweet.

“Don’t worry, just come here, please?” I tell her, motioning to her again with my hand.

She nods, closing the distance between us. When she’s within reach, I grab her hips, pulling her against me and causing her to release a startled gasp that I take sick pleasure in. Her hands hover over my shoulders before she raises them to her hair and arches her back so that her breasts glide up and down my chest just once. “That’s the type of touch I don’t mind,” I tell her encouragingly.

“So my body can touch you, just not my hands?” she asks.

“Yes,” I answer, sliding my palms up her sides until I’m cupping her perky tits. Leaning forward I swipe my tongue over her nipple, flicking it back and forth and all around until her elbows start to lower. “Keep your hands in your hair,” I warn her. She does as I ask, threading her fingers to lock them together. “Stay like that, and maybe I won’t need to tie them.”

“I don’t mind when they’re tied,” she answers with a smile.

“I know, but I do. We should only do that for your kink, not because I’m…” What? Damaged? Fucked up? Demented?

“Need to feel in control?” she asks.

“Yes,” I reply, wondering if Brede explained my past to her.

Not wanting to talk anymore or think about that depressing shit, I continue with this experiment, keeping my mouth full of her titty until my cock is so painfully hard that it desperately needs some attention too.

“Kneel,” I order her. “But keep your hands where they are.”

Blair goes right down to her knees in front of where I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress, and I think I could really get used to giving commands and watching how eagerly she follows them. When she licks her lips like she expects me to tell her to suck my cock, I groan aloud. Her mouth is so fucking close…but no, I can’t. Not yet.

Instead, I stand up to shuck my boxers before sitting back down again. Taking my hard cock in my fist, I rub it down between Blair’s breasts, leaving a trail of moisture from the leaking tip. Her lips part on another gasp, and, God, that mouth, seeing it wide open just for me…Fuck!

“Closer,” I tell Blair who scoots forward on her knees until I can easily stroke my cock between her smooth breasts, using my hands to sandwich them tightly around my thick shaft. Fuck, I need to come. My balls ache painfully, needing relief.  Having an idea, and willing to try it out, I tell Blair, “Squeeze your tits around my cock.”

“You sure?” she asks.

“Yeah, I wanna see you do it,” I explain.

Slowly she lowers her hands from her hair and then waits for me to remove mine before her own take their place. Oh yeah, I like seeing her cupping her titties with my cock sliding in and out between them.

“Play with your tits,” I instruct her.

She squeezes them a little, as if unsure what to do.

“Tease your nipples,” I order her.

Her fingertips move to the tight buds and then her eyes flutter closed. Her mouth falls open on a moan of pleasure, making my cock drip with even more precum. Fuck, I’m close.

“Feel good?” I ask, my breaths becoming shallow as I keep pumping my hips, thrusting my dick between her breasts while reaching down to fondle my sac. A jolt of ecstasy shoots down my spine when my balls pull up tight against my body.

“Y-yes,” Blair replies, her body rocking forward and back in tandem with my movements. When her tongue darts out, wetting her lips again, I choke out a groan and nearly come. I need to get off so bad it hurts.

“Open your mouth wide,” I practically growl at her as my release builds. Blair quickly complies; and on the very next upstroke of my hips, I let the fat head of my cock brush the tip of her warm, wet tongue.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I shout when my entire body shudders in bliss from that one small touch. I brace both my palms on either side of me, gripping the sheets as I thrust my dick up to her mouth again.

“Uh!” I groan, my head thrown back as my thighs tremble, all the muscles in my body tightly coiled with need.

Again, and again, I drive upward between her titties faster and faster seeking the blissful slide of her wet tongue on the underside of my cock.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” I grunt through my clenched teeth with each pump, the pressure of my building orgasm nearly painful. My hips start lifting my ass clear off the bed, desperate to get to her incredible mouth.

Blair doesn’t help me control myself. She sticks her tongue out farther so more of that perfect wetness laps at my swollen shaft with each pass. The urge to stand up, grab her head with both hands and fuck her mouth is so strong I nearly give in. But then I remember all the times
I
was the one on the floor, hands in my hair, having my mouth fucked while I gagged and tried to push him away. Blair deserves better than that. She’s a brave, beautiful girl, because she fought back with Roger when I was a coward who never did. Because I’m a depraved asshole, one who enjoyed the quid pro quo I knew I would eventually get at the expense of my foster brother or sister. That’s mostly why I hated my foster father, because he molded us into his little perverts to the point that we had sex with each other even when he wasn’t around to watch or direct us. Then, it was how I earned money for food and shelter the first few days after I ran away.

“Fuck!” I shout, jumping to my feet and crossing the room where my right fist meets the wall.

The bathroom door crashes open. “What the hell was that?” Brede asks, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his hips as he looks back and forth between me and Blair, who is still on her knees.

“Sorry,” I say to him or to her, maybe both.

“You okay?” he walks over and asks Blair, helping her to her feet. I don’t hear her response. I’m too busy trying to block the disgusting images of my past from my head as I escape into the now empty bathroom.

…

Brede

              “Tell me what happened,” I order Blair as I pull her to her feet. When she doesn’t say anything, I nearly yell out in frustration at her silence after my brother’s fist just plowed into the hotel wall. If she stops talking to me again, I’ll lose my shit.

              “I…I don’t know,” she eventually answers once Aden storms into the bathroom and shuts the door. “We were…and he was…then he just suddenly jumped out like I did something wrong.”

“What were you doing?” I ask, equal parts curious and jealous. Not that I have any reason to be jealous. It’s my own damn fault for urging her to fool around with him. I’m such a fucking idiot.

“Um, I guess you could say it was almost a blowjob,” she replies.

“Almost?” I ask with an eyebrow arched skeptically.

“I wasn’t touching him, but my breasts were, and then he let his…tip graze my tongue. I thought he liked it, but I guess not.”