Page 39 of Ruthless Son

My brother slept deeply, his features relaxed in his pain-free slumber. Thank fuck. The whole ride back here I’d been beside him, going slow so he didn’t fall off, but wanting to race down the fucking road to get him home faster, get him patched up.

Fear had twisted inside me every time his bike had swerved, every time his body had wobbled and he’d grappled to balance himself with one arm. I’d counted every sign post, every mile marker until we hit the town, praying that the doc was here waiting to do what he did best.

The motherfucker worked on retainer, he was supposed to drop his bullshit personal life whenever we called him—we were paying him enough. But not this time, the one time we needed the old fuck, and he was off on a fucking cruise.

But Mia had appeared with her angelic face and her ballsy attitude, fixing my best friend, keeping me sane with her constant directions. The woman sounded like she was reciting from a fucking medical handbook the way she explained everything she was doing, and I’d never felt more grateful.

“You should take your own advice.” Cal dropped a chair beside me, sitting backwards, his forearms resting along the back. I raised my brows in question. “Go to bed.” He dropped his chin to rest on his arms, watching as Sly breathed in deeply, exhaling harshly in his sleep. “You know when you were both punk ass 18-year-olds, Sly fell off the clubhouse roof doing some stupid shit.”

I chuckled, remembering the time he’d fallen and landed in the skip out back. “He broke his wrist, landed on it. Cried like a fucking baby.”

“He was also riding that old bike of his with a fucking cast on,” Cal grumbled. “Despite me telling him to fuckin’ rest it or it wouldn’t heal properly.”

“There was no telling him not to get his ass on that Harley,” I replied. “There’s no telling that stubborn ass anything.” I sighed in frustration, because I knew the minute he woke up, he would be pissed at being ordered on bed rest.

“What I mean is, there was nothing stopping that kid then, and there was nothing stopping the man now.” Cal bragged, “He’ll be up and annoying the shit outta everyone in no time… we just gotta keep the miserable bastard entertained for a while.”

“I’ll get some of the club sluts in here to give him a celebratory blowy, they’ll cheer him up.” Cal practically vibrated trying to quieten his chuckle so as not to disturb the sleeping man, but there was no chance of him waking up anytime soon, Mia had given him a good dose of something that kept him knocked out. He would be out for a few more hours at least… hopefully.

“You know, that woman in there surprised me tonight,” he started. I turned to look at him, the big man focused on an interesting spot on the floor. “I thought she’d squirm at least. But she marched straight in there and didn’t even flinch at us barking orders at her. Some men have cowered when I raised my voice, not that girl. She looked me straight in the goddamned eye, Rex.”

“Some men are pussies,” I replied, pride warming my center. The princess was just proving to me that she fit right in, the prez’s approval made everything so much easier.

The only obstacle right now was Mia herself. She didn’t think she fit in here and was adamant that she was returning home. Seeing her tonight in the midst of our chaos, set her future here in stone, she just didn’t know it yet.

“Women like that are a different breed, Son. When you find one, you don’t let them go, no matter what you have to do.”

I squinted at the man who had been more of a father to me than my own sperm donor. “How did you make sure Jenna stayed?”

A lecherous grin spread wide, and a spark in his dark eyes lit up his entire face. “For starters, I fucked her brains out.” I leaned forward, listening intently. “Then I made sure I became the most important person in the world to her… and she’s been by my side ever since.” He grinned smugly. Clapping me on the back, my body jolted forward, knocking my senses back to the present. “Your woman is in your room, in your bed… you should think about trying to keep her there.”

I cleared my throat, nodding. He was right, I’d let her walk right out of here. If I wanted her to stay, I needed to show her that it was worth staying for. I was worth staying for.

“I’ve got Sly, I’ll knock when he wakes up…” Seeing me rise swiftly from my seat, he laughed. “Or maybe I’ll just wait until the morning.”

His laughter followed me down the hall toward my room, but his words stayed with me far longer.

Opening the door silently, I expected Mia to be fast asleep, tucked into my bed, exactly where I wanted her. What I never expected to see was the woman of my dreams looking exactly like she did in my fuckin’ fantasies.

Her head was thrown back on the pillow, her glorious hair spread across the bed as she bit down on her bottom lip, swallowing her own gasps as her arm moved beneath the covers.

Jesus fucking Christ… she was rubbing her pussy… in my bed.

I must have made a sound, a slight movement that had her eyes shooting open and locking with mine, the pretty blue eyes delirious with her pleasure. They widened as she spotted me, her hand falling still. “Don’t stop on my account, princess.”

Moving toward the bed, I pulled the blanket free so I could see everything.

And Gods be damned, what a fucking sight she was to behold.

I groaned as I took in her splayed legs, her hand hidden beneath the waistband, her little shirt doing nothing to hide the hard points of her nipples that were almost begging me to suck on.

I groaned, my fingers curling around the edge of the blanket, gripping it tightly in my fist. But I wasn’t that much of a cunt that I didn’t recognize the flash of alarm in her eyes. My knee rested on the bed before I stopped myself. “You can carry on, and I’ll just watch. I won’t put a hand on you unless you ask.” Her chest heaved as she watched me, motionless. With a slight jerk, her hand moved, just a slight motion, a soft gasp escaped her lips. “That’s it, princess,” I coaxed. “Touch yourself for me.” I groaned as her hand picked up its movements, the material of her shorts hiding every detail from me, but I could see the flush on her skin, smell the musk of her pussy as she got more excited, her scent permeating the room and driving me wild. “What were you thinking about while you were touching yourself in my bed?” She shuddered as she got closer to her release, her fingers circling faster. “Tell me.”

Harsh pants left her lips, her eyes begging me for release as she strained for that final moment. “...you …” she breathed. “You were…”

Her words cut off with a moan, and I leaned closer, desperate to touch her, my cock as hard as granite in my pants; yet I held back, waiting for the words that would give me the permission I needed to take what I wanted, to take everything from her and finally make her mine. “I was… what?”

“Rex… I need…”

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