Page 36 of Brake's Intent

To say my emotions are raw right now is an understatement and Brake’s words hit home as I realize he’s right. It’s a hard pill to swallow, and I don’t know if I’ll ever fully be able to say I don’t carry the blame for what happened. But a part of me feels like it’s at peace with what he said.

With Faye’s help, we stripe Brake of his clothes. Brake winces as we take his shirt off but doesn’t say a word otherwise about the pain he has to be feeling. With him being hurt like this, he shouldn’t be getting in the shower, but he needs this. I can see it in his eyes. He needs Faye and me. And together, she and I can give him what he needs.

“Leave the bandages over the wounds. I’ll replace them after we’re finished,” Faye says and reaches into the shower and twists the knobs to get the water just right. It’s going to be a tight fit but the three of us are going to get in there.

“Get in,” Brake tells Faye. When she does, he climbs behind her, and I follow suit.

The steam of the shower surrounds us, and for a moment, no one moves. Slowly, Faye starts washing Brake’s front while I take care of his back. When he’s clean, Brake moves. Wrapping an arm around Faye’s waist, he spins her so she’s between the two of us.

“Jax,” she protests weakly, and I know from the hitch in her breath, he’s toying with her between her legs.

I meet his gaze, and no words are needed to see the desire.

My cock stiffens more than it already is, and I reach between Faye’s legs joining Brake in running my fingers through her slit, finding her soaking wet and more than ready for us.

Brake pulls his hand away and grips Faye’s hips, lifting her.

“Jax, your shoulders,” I state in concern.

“I’ll be fine. Deal with it after,” he grunts.

“But. . .” Faye starts. “Oh god, Jax,” she cries out as Brake impales her on his dick.

His eyes lock on me, and he stays still, waiting for me to join them, and I realize what he’s doing. Nodding, I slide my fingers back and forth, coating her ass to get her ready for me. I make a mental note that when we find a place for all three of us, it needs to have a large enough shower, and we need to keep lube in there. I slip a finger in her back entrance, and Faye starts grinding herself down on Brake’s cock and my fingers.

“Please, Jax, Lawson. I need . . . can’t stand it,” she whimpers.

“You can take it, Tinkerbell,” Brake reassures her, using the full nickname he gave her.

I withdraw my fingers and line my cock with her hole, slipping the head in first. I push forward through rings and pull back, the tip barely in. I thrust up, filling her further, giving her what she needs. I fill her ass to the hilt. I reach around to her front and massage her breasts. Holding them upward, Brake leans in to suckle one of her nipples in his mouth.

Together, we work her over, her body all but quivering in our arms. Faye cries out her pleasure as it washes over her, and she squeezes my cock tight enough that I join her along with Brake in bliss.

The three of us hold onto each other while we catch our breath before I lift Faye from Brake’s dick and slowly withdraw from her ass. Brake groans and Faye moans at the loss.

I reach behind Brake and grab the soap. I lather it in my hands before wrapping my palm around his still-hard cock washing him, then do the same to Faye and myself.

“We need to get you to bed,” Faye speaks up, running her hand over the soaked bandages.

“Yeah,” Brake agrees.

I step out of the shower first and grab towels. I wrap mine around my waist while Faye is next to exit the shower. Brake turns the water off, and I move to him as he reaches for the towel. “I’ve got you,” I tell him. I dry him with the towel and kiss him thoroughly.

Pulling away from him, I follow behind as he heads into the room and grabs a pair of basketball shorts. I don’t try to take them from him or offer to help him put them on. I know he’s in pain, but there’s a difference between what we did in the bathroom and now. Drying him was an intimacy. Dressing him is a helping hand, and he’s not about to let that happen.

I slide on a pair of sweats, drop the towel, and join Brake on the bed while Faye finishes getting dressed.

“I’m gonna go grab the bandages. I’ll be right back,” she says after she brushes her hair out.

“Okay.” I nod. “I’ll go ahead and help him take these off.”

“I’m not helpless. I can take ‘em off myself,” Brake grumbles.

“You’re not, but you had both shoulders dislocated and have not stopped using both arms since. You’ve strained them enough as it is,” Faye chastises before leaving the room.

“Fuck,” Brake mutters and closes his eyes.

“You know she’s right,” I remark and start peeling the bandages from his chest and stomach. The cuts aren’t as bad as I thought they were, but still, they’ve got to hurt. “How long had they been doing this before we got to you?”

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