Page 133 of Serpentine

MILES

The room is still, other than the overly dolled-up news anchor on the screen trolling on and on about something neither of us cares about. Aella just dropped the bomb about Mom, and I’m reeling.

The doctor had just given me two different medicines and told me they’d both kick in and make me a little loopy. For a moment after she told me Mom was alive, I hoped it was a hallucination, but I know it’s not. I feel alright so far, even as the warm fingers of the meds dance in my veins.

She’s alive.

She left us.

With him.

Dad had turned into an angry drunk about the time we got Braxton. Sure, he’d have his days where he was lucid, and glimpses of the remarkable man he used to be would shine through. But he usually had a bottle in his hand, and anger fueled him.

Mom usually caught the brunt of it, so Brax and I didn’t even see his ire until she left. When the cops came to the house to tell us he was arrested for murder, it was the best day of our lives.

He’d built the Cobras in an alcohol-induced stupor, his anger wanting Mom back so much that he’d give anything to find her. The years he was focused on finding and getting her back were the best because he’d only come for us when he was far too in his cups to remember his mission.

I don’t blame her for running. I know Brax, and I will need to process this further, and it will hurt for a while, but I don’t blame her for it. She saw a chance and ran. She probably thought he’d never hurt us. She thought she was the problem.

But she wasn’t, he was.

Tingles move through my body as narcotics do their job and take away the throbbing pain in my back. There are stitches galore, and the doctor had been adamant I refrain from anything other than laying here like a useless piece of shit. But with Aella over my lap, she’s giving me the perfect out.

The perfect distraction is not only from the external pain but also from the internal pain.

“Princess,” I plead as she lifts her head off my shoulder and looks deep into my eyes.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

Even though a small part of me loves that she’s worried about me, I’d instead flip her over and show her how much she’s not hurting me. She’s what kept me alive while I was dangling on those hooks. Thoughts of her between Brax and I. Images of her on her knees before me, making the pain go away.

She’s what kept me going.

“I need you to pull my cock out of my sweats, and then I need…”

She gasps, cutting me off. “I don’t think the doctor will like?—”

“I don’t give a fuck what that quack wants or likes. I fucking need you. Are you going to deny me?”

She bites her lip, and I growl. “Aella,” I plead, my eyes begging her to give me anything.

She leans forward and kisses me again; like before, the kiss deepens. Even with Mom alive, the world is still right because Aella is here.

Her tongue skates against my lips as it passes them, finding mine with swirls of movement, and my hands squeeze her ass cheeks through Braxton’s boxers.

Brax took her because he wanted her. I kept her because she was a way into that fucking company. Now, she’s more than a pawn. She keeps us moving when everything else is going to shit. She’s the connection between Brax and me.

The link.

She pulls back, panting, her pupils blown. “No. We can’t. You’ll hurt more.”

I give her a goofy, medicated grin. “Princess, I don’t feel shit. But I want to. I want to feel your warm, tight pussy slide down the shaft of my cock. I want to feel how each tug takes me closer to spilling inside you. I want to feel your shallow breaths on my face as you ride me. But you’re being a stubborn princess,” I taunt.

She’s breathing shallowly. My words have affected her as they had me. I’m hard as fucking steel beneath her, and each of my heartbeats throbs through my dick.

Her eyes calculate for another moment before she reaches down and pulls me out of the sweats Brax and the doctor had gotten me into once I was cleaned and stitched.

I hiss at the soft feel of her hand gripping me. “That a girl. Now take Braxton’s boxers off and let me feel every inch of that wet pussy. I know you’re wet for me.”

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