Page 7 of Brake's Intent

Brake turns toward me and without speaking, he crosses the room and gently pulls the shirt over my head. I put my arms through the holes, and the shirt falls in place over the towel. I loosen the towel and it drops from underneath the shirt to pool at my feet.

“Sit on the bed, baby, and I’ll brush your hair,” Lawson says, motioning for me to sit.

“Well, seems you guys have this,” Angelina says and moves to her stuff. She grabs the ointment she was going to put on the wounds and faces Brake. “Put this on the wounds and let her rest. Don’t make her talk, and one of you needs to get her something to eat. Broth would be best. Maybe some tea with honey. It’ll help soothe some of the irritation.”

“We got it,” Brake confirms, taking the ointment as I finally sit on the corner of the bed.

“I know you do.” With that, Angelina makes her way out of the room.

Lawson moves next to me, his fingers run through my hair, and I inwardly smile as I smell the smoothing lotion I use. They must have gotten my things after I’d been taken. And I’m thankful to him for using the lotion because not only does it keep my hair from being frizzy to a puffball, it also keeps my hair from knotting up.

I close my eyes and just enjoy the feel of him taking care of me, and when he runs the brush through my hair, I’m in heaven. My eyes open when I sense Brake in front of me. And without speaking, he takes the ointment and places it over the wounds at my wrists and the few that he can see. After Lawson finishes with my hair, he helps me by braiding it and then moves me onto the bed and under the comforter. Brake lifts the shirt to expose my belly and takes care of the rest of the wounds.When he finishes, he sets the ointment on the nightstand.

Both men climb onto the bed on either side of me, and for the first time in what feels like years, I feel safe. Safer than I have ever felt.

These two men are mine, and I wish more than anything I could keep them, but I’m honor-bound to follow through with my duty to my family. And I hate it more than anything.

CHAPTERFIVE

LAWSON

Laying on my side next to Faye, I stare across the bed, meeting Brake’s gaze. I don’t know what happened after we had our talk earlier, but it’s clear something did. I could tell from the intensity that seems to be rolling off him in waves.

In our world, I’m known for being the one motherfucker you don’t mess with. Back in North Carolina, my reputation precedes me. I ensure people know not to fuck with me and those under my protection. When I decided to come down here and open a second Double Trouble to be close to the two women I see as sisters, I didn’t think I’d want to stay here permanently. But that’s what I intend to do, because not only do I want Brake and Faye, but I also have Faith and Lyrica too. Them and their families. I want to be Uncle Lawson. I’ve missed Alec, Faith and Axel’s oldest son, since they moved, and I want to spend more time with him.

There’s a lot here, and I figured when it comes to Brake, I was going to have a hard time getting him to come around, but the intense glimmer in his eyes makes me feel otherwise. It’s the same one he gets when he stares at Faye or me. Or at least he did when we were in Florida.

I glance down at Faye to find she’s finally fallen asleep. I still can’t believe she’s here. We’ve been looking for her since she’s first been taken, and for her to show up this way . . . fuck . . . I don’t even know what to think. What does come time mind and the reasons behind it aren’t good, not one bit.

“When she wakes up, we’ll have to find out what happened,” Brake says, breaking the silence.

“I know, but we can’t let her talk,” I agree.

“Looks like they used a fuckin’ belt to choke the hell out of her,” Brake growls. “Fuckers are gonna pay for this shit.”

I nod and slowly lift my gaze back up to his, agreeing with him about making those responsible pay for hurting Faye this way.

Suddenly, Brake slips off the bed and, without a word, goes into the bathroom and closes the door leaving me alone with Faye. I glance back at the woman who makes us whole and reach up to stroke the backs of my fingers along her cheek. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make them hurt for touching you. I’ll make sure of it. Brake will too.”

Faye sighs in her sleep and curls deeper into my chest. I want nothing more than to pull her closer and hold her tight, but I’m afraid of hurting her. In only a matter of days that she was gone, you could see she’s lost weight. Hell, before she was even taken and I saw her for the first time again, I knew she’d lost weight. From the shadows under her eyes, I’m pretty sure she hasn’t been sleeping well either. They’re only worse now after what she’s been through.

I tilt my head down and kiss the top of her head. “Rest, Faye, and know we’ll protect you.” I hold her a little longer and when I finally hear the water come on in the bathroom, I climb out of the bed and tuck pillows on either side of Faye.

I make my way to the closed door, grab the handle and twist. It opens and I step into the heated room. Steam rolls over the shower curtain and through the clear plastic I can see the man himself standing there with his head tilted down. The water rushes down his neck and rolls down his back. I’m sure he knows I’m in here. Nothing gets past Brake.

Stripping, I drop my clothes next to Brake’s and climb into the shower behind him. It’s not the biggest space, but it’ll work.

“What are you doing in here?” Brake demands, keeping his back to me.

“Am I not allowed?” I ask in return, admiring the tattoo that spans his back. It’s an interesting piece with the Viking helm and wings. Since Florida, it appears as if he’s added to it, and it surprises me that he’d do what he’s done. In one of the wings, the name Faye is curled within the feathers and Law in another. Leaning in I press my lips to his spine.

Brake doesn’t answer. His breathing becomes unsteady, and his body feels tight. Reaching around him, I wrap a hand around his shaft finding it hard and thick. I press myself into him as I stroke him.

A groan passes Brake’s lips as he leans into the shower wall with one arm and uses his free hand to cover mine. Together, we work his cock, and I rub myself against him. The friction alone has me nearly coming then and there. Picking up pace, I jerk Brake’s cock until he’s spurting his cum against the tiled wall and he curses. I groan in pleasure, my cock twitching as I come right with him, spurting a load across Brake’s lower back. The only thing that could make this moment better is if I’d found my release inside him instead of on him. But that will be for another time.

“Fuck,” Brake mutters and drops his hand before turning to me. He reaches out, grabs either side of my face, and pulls me to him, planting his lips on mine.

I’m not one for letting anyone take control of shit, but when it comes to Brake, I’ll let him do whatever the hell he wants.

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