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Chapter Eighteen

Vivian

I break the kiss with Ezekiel and muster a smile for his benefit but I can tell he isn’t satisfied. He doesn’t call me on it as he steps aside and allows me to face my brother who looks like I just blew his world apart.

“I didn’t just change because my heart got broken,” I admit. I hate that Archer drops his chin to his chest and won’t look at me but I’m not saying this to hurt him. “I changed because I was tired of fighting a losing battle. Even before I found out the truth about our father, I knew the Saints were too strong to take down. The only way to end them is to outsmart them, Vox.”

“And how are you doing that?” The bite to his tone isn’t lost on me but I choose to ignore it.

“By asking you four to trust me enough and believe me when I tell you I know what I am doing,” I plead.

“Was Kelly getting murdered a part of your plan?” he snaps. I fight not to flinch at the accusation in his tone.

“No, it wasn’t,” I admit. “I don’t know who is behind this but I am actively working on figuring that out but you guys being here isn’t helping anything, I need you to go?—”

“No!” Archer snarls, pulling my attention to him. “We aren’t leaving you. I don’t give a fuck about your plans or what you think is the right move. We aren’t leaving your side.” His promise has warmth spreading through me.

“Nova needs answers, Vivian. I can’t go back to her with nothing.” The anguish I hear in his tone isn’t for himself, it's for the love of his life that he left behind to come here and try to avenge the murder of her mother. I mull over his words for a minute trying to think of the best course of action.

“I can’t lift the banishment, there is no way the Saints would agree to that anyway,” I announce.

“Why the fuck not?” Hayze growls. I pin the big boofhead with a deadpan look.

“Aside from the fact of you four being troublemakers? Maybe the fact that you four have a bigger claim to the lord status then the rest. The Night Of Saints is four weeks away and I have a lot of shit to do before then, including finding out who the fuck is stalking me and sending me heads.”

“Wait, heads ? As in plural?” Archer rasps out.

I shoot him a sheepish look. “Clive Bruce the District Attorney was the first.” At my admission the four of them begin shouting. With no other option, I do the only thing I can to get all their attention, I scream. All four of them stumble backward. I shoot each of the dicks a glare of warning. “You don’t call the fucking shots, I do. Am I clear?” None of them agree so I push on. “You don’t like it, there’s the fucking door, don’t let it hit ya where the good lord split ya!” Vox scoffs.

“You may rule over those cockless bastards in the Saints, but not me.” Utterly spent and over this dick measuring contest, I step right into my brother and harden my features.

“Then leave because around here I am the fucking king, not you. You shouldn’t even be here and it's because of my mercy you aren’t being hunted daily by The Brotherhood. Don’t mistake that mercy for weakness, Brother.”

“We agree to your terms,” Archer says, trying to break the tension between me and Vox but we both ignore him as we continue to stare at each other. Months ago I would have conceded and allowed him to assume control, but not this time. This is my town, my house and this is my call. I won’t allow him to fuck everything up when I am so close to winning!

“Back the fuck down or I will drive you back to Washington myself and let Nova kick your ass,” Hayze vows. Vox’s left eye twitches and I can tell he is close to losing his shit and the last thing I want is for him and the guys to destroy more of my house and each other so I try again.

“I know you don’t like this and you don’t have to, but all I am asking is for you to trust me. I know what I am doing and I promise you, I will find who did this to Kelly.” He searches my eyes, trying to pull all my secrets from me. He’s always tried to prove that the twin telepathy myth is true but it's not. He can read me as well as I can read him but we can’t read each other's minds, much to my brother's dismay. I see the second he relents. His hands unclench from his sides and his shoulders lose some of the tension.

“I’m giving you three weeks, that’s it. After that I’m going hunting and I don’t give a fuck about the banishment. I want the cunts' head on a spike for what he took from Nova and for what he is doing to my little sister.” I smile up at him, even though he is angry and hurt over all of this he can’t help but still be my big brother and my heart swells with that knowledge.

“Deal,” I quip, then wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head against his chest. The light chuckle that escapes him brings a small smile to my lips. His arms band around me as he places a kiss on the top of my head.

“Our conversation about these dickheads isn’t over, but for tonight it is.” I laugh when I hear the three grumbling about how much of an ass my brother is.

“I know but tonight I have somewhere to be.” Instantly the mood turns sour and Vox’s arm drops from around me. I sigh and take a step back, then look at each of them. “I have a meeting with the Saints. I can’t get out of it so don’t ask.” When Archer opens his mouth I raise my hand silencing him. “No, you can’t come with me so please don’t ask.” Arch and Ezekiel both glower but don’t comment. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. In the meantime, you can make yourself at home and clean up the mess you all made.”

“I didn’t do shit!” Hayze says with his hands raised.

“Me either!” Archer tacks on, both of them earn deadly looks from Vox and Ezekiel. Before they can start arguing again, I escape the room and dash upstairs to change, I have forty minutes before I need to leave and in that time I still have to shower. I choose an outfit that will ruffle some feathers at the meeting tonight, so I go with a pair of skin-tight white jeans, a white corset style top that makes my waist look tiny and pair the outfit with a pair of blood red six-inch heels. I toss the items onto my bed, then move to the bathroom. I strip off then pull the glass panel of my shower and step inside. I wait for the water to heat before stepping under the spray, careful not to wet my hair.

I start lathering my body with soap but freeze when I get the feeling of being watched. I slowly peer over my shoulder to see Hayze standing in the doorway with my discarded lavender thong twirling around his finger. The ravenous look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. His eyes lazily trail down my body then back up, there isn’t any urgency in his perusal of my body and that turns me on. The way he is looking at me, like he has every right and there isn't a single thing that could distract him from the sight before him, has me darting my tongue out to moisten my lips. His eyes track the movement. As we are playing a game of who gives in first, I watch as he balls up my panties then brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply while still keeping his eyes locked on mine.

A gasp flies out of me when he lowers my thong and rubs it over his crotch, the cheeky fucker winks then stuffs them into his pocket. My nipples pebble and turn hard as I think about what he might do with those panties. A mental picture of Hayze pleasuring himself hits me, a moan tumbling from me when the image turns to one of him coming on my thong.

“Penny for your thoughts, Vivi baby?” His tone is husky and filled with need. My body is reacting to him without him even touching me. My pussy is pulsing and the urge to touch myself is fucking overwhelming. I’m aching for him and I know I won’t be able to focus on anything at the meeting if he doesn’t quell this ache, I need him. I decide to be bold and push the shower pane open on invitation but he still doesn’t move. “You want me to come in there with you, baby, you’re gonna have to say it.”

I should be able to just say the words especially what happened the other night but I find myself feeling shy and slightly uncertain. All of this still feels so surreal to me. I know they have all said that they want me but if I sleep with Hayze without the others, will that change things?

“No, we all know there will be times where it's just one of us you want and we’re okay with that.”

I cock my head to the side confused. “Huh?”

He smiles but it's a slow sexy smirk that has me clenching my thighs together. “You said that out loud, little mouse.” He pushes off the frame and takes a step toward the shower. My heart starts to beat faster and my body begins to heat. He reaches behind himself and tugs his hoodie and shirt off in the sexy way guys do. The second he removes them, my greedy eyes drink in the sight of his exposed skin and bite my lip to keep from moaning at the masterpiece before me.

“Hayze,” I breathe his name like a prayer. He takes another step, then stops. He pops the button on his jeans and I suck a sharp intake of breath when he peels the zipper down but doesn't make another move to rid himself of his pants.

“Say the word, baby, and I’ll make sure you get everything you need.”

Jesus!

My body is burning up, my chest feels like it's going to cave in from the lack of oxygen thanks to him stealing my breath away. I want this . If I can fuck the three of them in the same room I can find the courage to tell him what he wants to hear. I refuse to deny myself the pleasure of them any longer, now that I’ve tasted them I can’t seem to get enough.

“I want you,” I say in a tone I don’t recognize, my voice foreign to my own ears. I’ve never sounded sultry or sexy before but it seems that has changed. Hayze doesn’t make me beg. He pushes his pants down his muscled legs and I gape when I notice he isn’t wearing boxers, he kicks his shoes and pants to the side. My attention is rooted on his cock and how hard it is. It rests against his abs looking angry and red, he needs this release as much as I do. As if to entice him, I pull the elastic from my hair and shake out my waves—his eyes burn molten at the sight.

I’m not self-conscious or anything like that, but when you have a guy, or in my case guys, who look like them staring at you, even the most confident of women would falter for a second. I push all of my doubts out of my mind and decide to taunt him like he just did me. I reach up and cup my tits. His nostrils flare and his chest rises and falls in quick pants when I pinch my nipple between my fingers and release a soft mewl of pleasure.

“Fuck.” His restraint finally snaps. He storms toward me and I back up to give him more room. The shower door has barely closed before he pounces on me. His large hand tangles in the back of my hair, yanking me flush against him while the other grips my ass in a firm hold. The second his lips touch mine, I moan into his mouth, then run my hands all over his body. Just as I attempt to deepen the kiss, he yanks my hair, forcing my head back. A hiss of pain escapes me but it quickly turns to a whimper when he begins to lick and suck on my neck.

“Yes!” I moan when he dips his head lower and licks around my nipple. Fuck, his teasing is the worst and best kind of edging. The feeling of his mouth on me and his hard cock resting against my bare skin is torture. My greedy little cunt keeps clenching on air, begging to be filled with his thick dick. I close my eyes and throw my head back, moaning when he finally sucks my nipple into his mouth. They're so sensitive to the point every flick of his tongue has me jolting and panting. “I need you inside me,” I pant as I lift my leg and lock it around him, hoping for his cock to slide through my folds, but the sheer height difference between us makes it impossible. I growl in frustration until he releases my hair, then grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me.

He looks up at me with love and hunger in those beautiful eyes and suddenly all worries flee, there is nothing else that matters in this moment except for me and him… him and I, it's just us and everything else fades away.

“I want to draw this out, baby, but right now I just need to feel that pussy wrapped around me.” Fuck, if he thinks he is going to get an argument from me he’s out of his crazy ass mind.

“Please, I need you inside me now!” Hayze opens his mouth but is cut off.

“Fuck her and make her come.” I dart my gaze over Hayze’s head to see Archer leaning against the counter with his cock in his hand. I gasp, I hadn’t even heard him come in, I was too lost in Hayze. Worry begins to take flight inside me until he meets my stare and I see nothing but raw longing in his eyes.

He’s turned on by me fucking his friend!

“Keep your eyes on him while I fuck you, baby.” I nod unable to get my voice to work. Hayze presses me flat against the stone wall, I don’t even feel the bite of the cold thanks to how hot I am right now for him.

I pull my gaze from Archer and grip Hayze’s face between my hands, forcing him to look at me. He stops moving and suddenly looks afraid that I’ll end this moment. “He can watch but you get my attention. I want to feel you come inside me and mark me as yours.”