Page 56 of Reaper Razed

He’s lost, staring down at a face we barely recognise, stroking her cheek. She’s breathing, but her breaths are shallow and tortured.

“Steel?” I rest my hand on his shoulder.

His eyes cling to mine, and he nods. “Look, see if there are any clean clothes.”

I take a step back round the room. There are three sets of drawers. Diving into the first, it smells like Dane. I subconsciously pull the t-shirt to my nose and inhale. There’s a huff behind me as I drop the top and turn to face Steel.

“Not your boyfriend, huh?” Steel cocks a brow, and a knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“How long have you known?”

“About you and Dane?”

“No, about me being gay.” I sigh. That’s the first time I’ve said that sentence out loud to one of my brothers. Ray’s the only one who truly knows.

“Honestly, I thought you were bi!” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

I sigh a defeated sigh. “What’s gonna happen now?” I look down at my boots and wait for it.

“You’re gonna find those clothes you were looking for, and then we’re gonna wash this fucking stink off her, then we’re taking them home. Now, get what we need so we can get out of here.”

I nod, head out, and start the shower.

Loading them into the trucks, wrapped in the bedding from the other bed in the room, we head back. Ray wakes a bit while we shower her but is rambling, not making much sense, and as soon as she’s wrapped up in Steel’s arms, she goes back to sleep. Getting Dane to the truck is a little less romantic and takes us both to drag his ass through the building, but we manage it.

Pulling up at the apartment, we take Ray in and lay her in bed, then we drag Dane up and throw him in his room.

Steel rests his hands on my shoulders. “You wanna stay with him?” My eyes glare at him, searching for some sort of disappointment, disgust, or hatred, but his eyes are soft and caring, and I sigh.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Dice, I love you. I don’t give a fuck who you stick your dick in as long as you are happy. Just be warned, Dane is the guy version of Ray.” He chuckles. “So good fucking luck with that.” He points at Dane face down on the bed, snoring.

I smile, I actually smile, and my heart feels a little less empty. “You know, I once told Ray she would be my perfect guy if she had a dick.”

“Really?” He barks a laugh at me. “Be careful what you wish for, Brother. I think you got exactly that. You’ve just gotta allow yourself to have it now.”

Clapping me on the shoulder, he goes to leave the room. “Look after him. She’ll have you by the balls if you don’t.” And he laughs again as he walks out and leaves me there, chest pounding, just staring down at him.

I start trying to undress him and get him more comfortable when there’s a quiet tap on the door. I spin around, gaping as Tank stands there. “Need a hand, Brother?” he asks as a blush rides up my neck into my cheeks.

“It’s… it’s… erm… it’s not what it looks like.” I rush out. Panic in my tone has him frowning.

“Well, it looks like you’re trying to get a shit-faced Dane undressed and into bed? So, if it’s not that, then … ” he trails off, shrugging. “So, you need a hand?”

“Yeah, thanks, man.”

I pull off his boots and socks, Tank lifts him under his arms, and I undo his jeans and pull them off. “Fuck’s sake,” I bark out as his dick falls out. “Dude’s fucking commando.”

Tank chuckles and nods to the drawers. “Check his drawers for underwear.”

I find a pair and pull them on. I can hear Tank chuckling at me. “What the fuck’s so funny?”

“You! You’re so fucking weird. You’re acting like you’re offended that his dick ended up out, but aren’t you two together?”

“Why the fuck do people keep saying that?”

“Sorry, dude, just a vibe I got.”

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