Disarray the hallowed cr.., p.13
Disarray: The Hallowed Crows MC 4, page 13
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, pride shining in his tone as he praises me, and all I can do is gasp as he moves inside of me faster and faster.
“Oh god,” I moan, my orgasm rippling out to every part of my body and never seeming to want to end, and I feel him tense up around me. Then, like a mad man he pumps into me harder and faster than ever, my nails digging into his shoulders as I jerk against him again and again.
“Oh fuck!” The words tear from my throat in a scream as he spills inside of me, hot spurts of his release flooding me as his abs tighten, his cock still pumping until he collapses against me completely spent. Every muscle in my body feels strained and burnt, but still I bring my hands up to his hair and stroke it back from his face.
He kisses me one last time, softly and slowly, until he pulls back and whispers, “I love you so fucking much, Princess, and I won’t fucking stop until I give Carter’s head to you on a platter.”
I smile at his harsh words, and place another gentle kiss against his mouth. “I love you too.” His smile at my response threatens to break my heart, and when he lets me dismount, I am finally free to check over his body. “Are you okay, do you need food, sleep?” My hands desperately roam over his skin as if I am searching for damage, my eyes only focused on the bullet wound still red and angry on his torso, but Aiden grabs my hands until I focus back on him.
“The only thing I have ever needed is you.”
It’s hard to focus on what anyone else is saying when I know my brother is downstairs railing the girl I love, and if the scowl on Ezra’s face is anything to go by, I am sure he is feeling the same. We followed Aiden downstairs earlier to find Rebecca, not that I think she noticed, and when he gave us our marching orders, of course we all followed. They deserve to have some time together, and it’s bitter to feel jealous over something I know I have already had, but that’s just the effect Rebecca has on me, on all three of us really, and it seems none of us can shake it.
I’ve been here before. I’ve endured this kind of jealousy before, every single time I had to watch Ezra with the club whores. Sometimes he would fuck girls in the same room as me, sometimes our eyes would lock, and every single time it was like the jealousy was eating me alive. It’s kind of like that now, except I don’t want to steal Rebecca away from Aiden, like I did with Ezra and the random whores. No, instead I just want to join him. Hell, even just watch, as long as I get to see her fall apart, hear her breathy moans and pleas for more, smell her fucking sweet scent in the goddamn air. I don’t care, as long as I get to have her.
My mind starts to think of all the scenarios me and my brothers could put her in, the ways in which we could share her. Ezra and I have enjoyed her together a few times now, and every single time it gets better and better, yet still I want more. I want in her pussy with Ezra like he described, I want in her ass, while one of them takes her cunt. I want all three of her holes dripping until she begs us to stop. I feel my cock hardening under the table, and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from groaning as it strains against my zipper. A little grunt slips out, and as if the noise is a beacon to him, Ezra snaps his stare to mine instantly, watching me closely trying to work out what’s going on. When I stare back, I know the instant he sees it, the desire in my eyes, the lust on my face. A smirk curls up at the corner of his mouth as he reaches for his cup of coffee and smirks into it as he takes a zip.
“Looking a little tense there, Kill,” he purrs sarcastically, and I feel a couple of the guys look our way, but they don’t pay us too much attention. “Do you need a hand to calm down?”
That damn smug grin of his fucking gets me every time, and I rise to my feet as casually as I can manage, ensuring my groin stays turned in his direction only. His eyes drop down and flare wide when they take in my erection, and it’s then I see lust enter his own eyes. It doesn’t matter that we spent the morning fucking, there is always that need for more with us, it’s always been like that, and when I round the table and drop into the seat next to him, I see his eyes take in where the rest of the guys are around us. None of them pay us any further attention, and I have to laugh a little at how we thought we could ever hide our relationship from any of them. They were right, we have never been subtle, nothing could ever contain my attraction and need for him.
I take the coffee from his hand and chase his sip with a taste of my own as I murmur, “A hand would be good, but a mouth is always better.”
Ezra’s smirk only grows as I hand the cup back to him and he turns to me casually, as if we are talking about nothing of interest as he responds, “Oh yeah, I remember something about a threat to fuck my mouth to shut me up, but you didn’t follow through on it. You’re not going soft on me, are you?”
This cocky little prick. I shake my head with a smile as I look at him, enjoying his teasing playful side in comparison to his morose side this morning that was filled with nothing but guilt. “Careful, Easy, I wouldn’t want to have to do that to you right here in front of everyone.” I see his eyes flare wide in interest, he likes to watch as much as he likes to be watched, and to push him that little bit further, I grab his hand and press it against my erection as I drop my voice even lower. “And trust me, baby, there isn’t anything soft about me.”
His fingers flex against my cock, and only years of restraint around him keep me in place, instead of pushing my chair back and forcing him to his knees right here in front of all of them. I’m not Aiden, no matter how tempting that thought is. Instead, I crick my neck and try to focus my attention back on the rest of the Crows here.
Butler is busy in the kitchen with Irish cooking up some lunch for everyone, and the smells of peppers, onions, and tomatoes cooking together is making my empty stomach rumble in anticipation. The rest of the guys are spread out across the apartment, talking quietly amongst themselves like Ezra and I.
Angel seems to be the only one still on edge. He is pacing back and forth by the window, stalking the view below like our enemies might jump out and surprise him at any second. Given past experiences, I can’t say I blame him, but I know that’s not why he is doing it. He’s there because he is trying to distract his mind from the same thing I am, and it’s only now that his feelings are out in the open that so much about him makes sense. He is so like us in so many ways that I’m honestly surprised Rebecca turned his affections down. I mean, what’s one more in the harem at this point? But I guess the heart only wants what it wants, and I can’t say I’m mad about not having to share her with one more person. Three is more than enough, and I don’t have the same connection with him as I do with Aiden and Ezra.
My feelings for the two of them are very different, but I am bonded with them in a way I’m not with any of the other Crows. Yes, I would still die for them, kill for them, and I love them like they are family, but Rebecca, Ezra, and even Aiden feel like an extension of me. Like they are parts of my soul that I’m meant to love and protect. I couldn’t imagine sharing Rebecca with anyone other than my two brothers, not even another Crow.
I feel bad for Angel, I do, I know how much he loves her, and I know everything he has done for her. I mean we all thought he fucking died for her! I don’t know what he has been doing for the last two years, but I know he will always protect Rebecca no matter what, but in return I hope he knows I will protect her too, even if it’s from him. I won’t let him hurt her just to protect his own feelings. If he is here then he has to understand she can’t give him what he wants, the only people she belongs to are me, Ezra and Aiden.
As if my thoughts drew them to me, the front door opens, and I hate the relieved breath I blow out at the sight of my girl and my President. They both look flush with freshly wet hair, and I see they found the clothes that Ezra took up for them right after Aiden ordered us out. Angel looked confused at why he would be taking them more clothes, but all I did was smile. I knew Aiden would turn feral the second he saw our girl thrust up with weapons strapped to her. There is no way they were getting out with everything fully intact, not that I was going to say that to the best friend that’s in love with her.
Now as my eyes trail over her, I see no signs of the earlier tension, she can finally breathe easier knowing she has all of us back. As if she didn’t spend the night in between us, Rebecca moves towards us instantly, kissing me first before moving onto Ezra, smiling at the rest of the Crows who are watching her silently. They know things have changed, just like I do. There is going to be a new dynamic now that we have established our relationship with one another, and we all need to talk about what that means.
Yes we have a lot of shit to figure out with Carter and the whole situation with Mitch, but now we are all back together I know it’s not just going to be Crows versus everyone else. I honor my club and my patch, but Rebecca will always come first and I know Aiden and Ezra feel the same. The four of us together will be a force all on our own, and we’ve already proven we will kill anyone who gets in our way or tries to hurt her, even if it’s one of our own. They have a choice to make, they are either with us or against us, but from the relieved looks on all their faces, it seems I won’t have anything to worry about.
The silence stretches out between us all until Rebecca eventually speaks. “Smells great, Alfred, what are you guys making?” I snort a laugh, to which Rebecca frowns, but I can’t help it. Her question is just so casual that it really is laughable. Our week has been filled with blood, threats, and murder, and all the little Queen Crow cares about is what is being made in the kitchen.
Butler smiles, one I have seen him give her a hundred times before, like a father smiling at his child, as he responds, “Fettuccine, like your dad used to make.” I see her tense slightly at his response, before she smiles and nods at him without saying another word.
“Family dinner,” Aiden cuts in, stepping forward and smacking a hand to my shoulder in a comforting manner. “We deserve a decent home-cooked meal after two days with the fucking pigs.” He taps my shoulder again and when I look at him and see his smirk, I know he is doing it to piss me off.
“If you don’t stop touching me, I’ll feed you to the fucking pigs,” I grunt, shoving his hand off my shoulder, but all he does is smile, and I can see the relief on his face to have us all here safe and together. Connor left behind some very big shoes to fill, but I can’t think of anyone more perfect to follow in his footsteps than Aiden.
Rebecca takes a seat beside me and Aiden takes a seat on her other side. Once settled, the rest of the guys start to move in place as Butler and Irish continue to work quietly in the kitchen. Angel sits beside Aiden and the others move around the table until we are all seated and waiting. The silence descends over us, and I know everyone is waiting for one of us to break it and talk about what our next steps are, but when Aiden opens up his mouth to speak, Rebecca stops him.
“Nope!” She holds up her hand to signal him to stay quiet. “Today is family day, we are long overdue one, and all I want to do is eat a nice meal and talk about something that isn’t fucking life-ending, heartbreaking bullshit.” Her words settle over all of us, and I see the guys all look between themselves, as Butler starts to plate up everyone's food in the kitchen with a smirk on his face.
The rest of us remain quiet until Razor leans over and says, “Remember when you tried to sneak into that one club party through the bathroom window?”
The tension in Rebecca’s shoulders drops completely as she smiles. “Yeah I couldn’t get that fresh paint out of my hair for a week.”
“And we had to paint it again,” Sinner chimes in, shaking his head with a smile.
“That was better than facing Connor’s wrath for letting her slip past the fence,” grumbles Blaze, frowning as if remembering the complete reaming he got from our then-President.
Butler and Irish start to hand out plates filled with food as we laugh and start to pass happy memories back and forth, some Rebecca has never even heard, and it feels good to just relax and take our minds off things. It feels like old times, like our family Sundays at the club, as if any minute Connor is going to walk through that door and join us. It’s bittersweet and from the look on all the faces of the people that are here, I can tell they feel the same.
After dinner dies down we all move back into that silent territory, until Irish finally clears his throat and says, “What happens next?”
Rebecca looks at him as she blows out a deep breath, her stare trailing along everyone here until she comes to land on Aiden. He is watching her closely, waiting for her next move, her next order. He might be the President, but she is the Queen, and as much as I wish I could keep her out of this and end the Mayor without involving her, she would never let that happen. She needs that kill more than any of us do.
Without a word she rises to her feet and stalks into the kitchen, ripping open cupboards until she stumbles on one containing liquor. She reaches inside and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and turns back to us. “Now we drink.” She grabs two more bottles as Angel joins her to grab some glasses, and then they both move back to the table and start pouring out healthy amounts of amber liquid into each glass, passing them around.
Once all of us have a glass, she stands at the head of the table and holds hers up. “This is to my father, to the President of the Hallowed Crows and all of his brothers. To my family, for without you I wouldn’t be here.” She doesn’t mean literally, she means metaphorically, like she believes we are the cure to her trauma, when instead she is the end to all of ours.
She knocks her drink back and reaches for another, as all of us raise our glasses to Connor and do the same. “It’s been a rough couple of weeks,” she starts again, and then laughs. “Or I guess I should say a rough couple of years. So much has happened and the last thing we need right now is to be sloppy, so I want you all to take tonight, drink, sleep, rest, whatever it is that you need to do to feel whole.” She eyes each of us again with a fierce look in her eye before she adds, “Tomorrow we will regroup and go through every piece of information we have on the Mayor, and make a plan to end him once and for all.” She throws back the second glass of whiskey and then slams it to the table with a nod as we all watch her quietly.
Aiden is the first to move, rising to his feet and moving to stand next to her. “Rebecca is right, rest, refuel, and then we can plan our next move. Thanks to Angel, we are safe here.”
Rebecca seems relieved that Aiden agrees with her, smiling slightly as he slips his hand into hers, and then her eyes find mine and Ezra’s, and I know she is silently communicating with us. We both move on instinct, like a siren she calls to us, and one by one we lead each of the Crows to the door to bid them a goodnight.
Angel is the last to leave, watching us closely, watching her closely, like he feels she might slip away, and before he can get to the door to say goodbye I step in front of him, lowering my voice. “I know what she means to you,” I start, and his eyes bore into mine like he wants to end whatever I am about to say with just one look. “You’re a member of this club, a brother, her best friend, but she has made her feelings clear. If you hurt her again...”
He cuts me off, “What? Then the club enforcer is going to take me out?” he laughs and it holds no humor. “I heard her loud and clear, Killer, I know my place. Just make sure you remember yours.” He pushes past me, and I find Aiden and Ezra watching me as he steps up to Rebecca to say goodnight.
She is completely oblivious to our conversation as she smiles at him nervously, but still he reaches out and offers her a one-armed hug that she awkwardly accepts, before stepping back and saying goodbye. Once she closes the door behind him and the lock slides into place, I feel more at peace.
“Bed?” she asks, as she turns back to us, and as enticing as I wished that sounded, I can hear the exhaustion in her tone as she stares between the three of us.
Aiden is the first to agree, moving up to drop a kiss to her head as he once again puts his hand in hers and leads her towards the bedroom. Ezra and I share a quick glance before we trail after them, and it’s only once we reach the room that I realize the only night we ever shared a bed, all four of us, was the night of her eighteenth birthday.
Rebecca strips out of her clothes and grabs one of our shirts from the bag and slips it on, before she stares at the bed biting her lip. The tension is thick and it’s not the kind I am used to, but thankfully Ezra steps up, stripping down to his boxers and pulling Rebecca in for a quick kiss before shooting a look at Aiden. “No touching our dicks, Prez. You might be pretty to look at, but the only cock I want is his.” He nods his head at me and I smile as Aiden scoffs.
He strips out of his own clothes and climbs into the bed first, pulling Rebecca in next to him until he is curled round her like a possessive dick. Ezra just laughs as he bounces onto the bed next to them, making them rock with the force until he is pushed up against her other side. Then I turn off the light and climb in behind him, until all four of us are silently breathing as one in the dark.
This is not how I imagined it would be. I mean, for one I imagined more orgies, but I never thought about just existing like this. Just doing mundane relationship things like going to sleep together, and as weird as it should feel, all I can feel is relief, because I spent two years’ of nights wondering what she was doing, and wishing she was with us, and now we have her, and we won’t let her go again.
Carter Fitzgerald did his worst and still she survived. Now we are coming for him, and he will know what it’s like to become the prey. It’s those thoughts that send me into a peaceful and deep sleep, as I imagine all the ways I am going to gut him.
