Page 14 of Ruthless

I tilt my head back and close my eyes as I get lost in the high I’m feeling. Small mewls of pleasure leave me as the sound of my wetness fills the room, making my muscles tighten. I curl two fingers and slip them inside my pussy. My thumb continues to stroke my clit as I thrust them in and out.

Flashes of Zane creep their way into my mind, and my heart races, remembering how good it felt when he was buried deep inside of me. How he hit every hidden spot I didn’t know I had with such skilled precision. How the ends of his beard teased my nipples as I fisted his long hair and sucked on his tongue while begging him to fuck me harder.

Beads of sweat drip down my chest the faster my pulse races along the side of my neck, but I don’t slow my pace. Thrusting my fingers in and out of my wetness in a steady rhythm. The first hint of orgasm hits, and I flick my clit with the tip of my thumb, sending myself tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. Everything inside me clenches so tight that my hips begin to cramp from the pressure. I clamp down on my fingers and continue to milk every last bit of my orgasm from me. Never stopping until I’m wrung out and completely sated.

I slip my fingers out of my pussy and lie there panting for breath. I’m sated and relaxed. All of my earlier troubles have faded to the back burner and can wait until morning. It takes a couple of minutes for my breathing to return to normal, but once it does, my body sinks deeper into the mattress. The storm that was raging inside of me earlier has been tamed. Everything seems calm for now. With a final exhale, I roll over onto my side and relax further into my mattress as I shut my eyes. Tomorrow is a new day and a promise of good things to come. Sleep pulls me under, and I float off into a cloud of darkness that’s filled with sweet dreams.

CHAPTERSIX

Zane

The smell of grease popping has me shooting up off the couch. I’d been trying to stay awake as much as possible the last few days, but it looks like my body finally gave in and crashed last night. One minute I was lying in the dark, counting the cracks in the ceiling to stay awake, ignoring the burning in my scabbed-over knuckles, and the next thing I know, I’m waking up to the daylight shining through the window. I rub a hand over my face and try to ignore the protesting of my aching muscles, but it’s damn near impossible when every inch of me is cramping up. For the past three nights, I’ve worked my body out past the point of exhaustion, hoping like hell it would stop the nightmares from coming. It didn’t do shit. The only thing it left me with was more scabs on my knuckles. At least not until last night.

I glance down the hall like I have every morning and an ache splinters across my chest. The distance I’ve put between us is killing me, but I can’t risk her getting too close. The last thing I want to do is hurt her or our baby.

My body itches with the need to move and get this clusterfuck of a day started. A growl leaves me when I plant my feet down onto the wooden floor and stand up. Fuck, do my muscles hurt. I slip into the gray sweatpants that I tossed over the back of the couch after my shower last night. Showering at night helps me relax. Listening to the sound of running water always helps me get lost in my head and let go of whatever is bothering me. My hair is still wet and pulled up, but at least it’s out of my face. I make a step to head into the kitchen, but when I hear Lily’s giggles, I stop and toss on an old black T-shirt. The last thing I want to do is scare the girls with the horrors that mar my back.

My stomach grumbles the closer to the kitchen I get. I haven’t eaten much the last few days, and it’s starting to catch up to me. Maybe having a full stomach will help me better figure out this clusterfuck of a situation.

Kelsey sits at the counter when I walk in with an excited Lily bouncing in her lap as they watch Axel flip pancakes like he does that shit for a living. Asher and Charlee are nowhere to be seen, but it doesn’t take a fucking genius to know why and it means I’m not heading over there to talk to Asher anytime soon. My eyes continue glancing around the room and come up one person short.

“Kennedy still asleep?” I ask them both, not wanting her to miss out on food. She needs to eat more since she’s eating for two now.

Kelsey jumps and lifts her head at the sound of my voice, but she won’t meet my eyes, which has the hair on the back of my neck prickling. Her fingers flinch against Lily’s back, and that’s the second clue I get that something isn’t right.

Axel turns around, takes one look at me, and I know exactly what he sees. Hell, I can feel the bags underneath my eyes at this point. “You look like shit.”

“Ax.” I’m not in the mood to deal with his shit this early in the morning. I have more serious issues I need to handle, and his little bitch fit isn’t anywhere near the top of that list.

He continues to stare me down, and I can already tell what kind of morning it will be. He’s in a real fucking mood. “Morning to you too.”

“Axel.” This time, Kelsey snaps a warning at him, but my brother is hell-bent on being a dickhead and ignores her. He doesn’t break our stare down as he grins at me, but it’s the gleam in his eyes that leaves me feeling unsettled.

Something is fucking off around here.

My eyes harden as I repeat my question much slower this time in case he’s having trouble hearing this morning. “Is Kennedy still sleeping?”

Axel crosses his arms over his chest and leans his side against the corner of the counter, but his face stays the same. I have a feeling that I’m not gonna like whatever it is he has to say just by his body language alone. “She left.”

“What the fuck do you mean, she left?” Tightness grips my chest as my hands ball into fists, splitting open the wounds on my knuckles, but I ignore the bite of pain and focus on what he’s just said. He has to be fucking with me.

Axel gauges my body’s reaction and sees the vein that I can feel throbbing on the side of my neck, but doesn’t give a shit and keeps on going, reminding me of my epic fuck up. “While you were busy beating the shit out of the bag again instead of spending time with yourwife, her brothers came and picked her up.”

The tightness in my chest spreads farther down, settling deep into the pit of my stomach. I should have expected this with as fucked up as I’ve been acting. It doesn’t mean I like it. Axel continues to narrow his eyes at me, which only pisses me off more. He doesn’t understand why I’m acting like this. And thank fuck he never will.

Then my mind plays catch up and figures out what he hasn’t been saying. “Why did you let her leave?” I grind out through my clenched jaw.

He cocks his head to the side, still wearing that fucking smirk that I’m tempted to knock off his face with my fist. “I didn’t realize she was a prisoner.”

“She’s not. You know what I mean.” I run my hand through my beard to keep from acting on the urge to knock him on his ass.

“Nope.” Axel shrugs. “Can’t say that I do, big brother.”

“Ax,” Kelsey whispers again, but it falls on deaf ears.

Axel’s got his dick in a twist, and he isn’t gonna stop until he has everything he wants to say off his chest.

“Go ahead. Lay it on me,littlebrother. Tell me how I’m the big bad fuck up, and you’re perfect.” I lean against the side of the counter across from him and cross my arms over my chest, mirroring the little shit’s stance.

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