Page 30 of Property of Brute & Axl
Picking up a gold frame, my fingers trace across my face. I’m smiling into the camera, with a graduation cap on my head, and the gown undone, revealing me in a cute, floral-patterned corset dress, landing at my knees. Next to me is Nora with a matching smile, in a white, striped maxi dress that brushes her ankles. We’re happy and obviously celebrating at our college graduation two years ago. Me with an art degree, and her with a master’s in history. She wants to become a history teacher.
“We’ve been inseparable almost our entire lives,” I murmur, placing the frame back on the shelf and grabbing another one. Same setting, but with two other women. “My sisters, Bridget and Nicole.”
“You have sisters.” Axl seems surprised as he comes near, gazing at the picture with me. “You could be triplets.” I agree; our resemblances are eerily similar. “How many years apart?”
The casual question sparks a flurry of information.
“Bridget is the oldest at 28. She’s married now and has a two-year-old son. Her husband got offered a job in England last summer, so they live there. He’s in finance. I was always too bored to learn more about it.” Laughing, I recall the one time he tried explaining what he does; I had a headache afterwards. “Math and I are not friends.” I smile.
“And Nicole?” Brute asks.
I turn to find him sitting on the sofa that took me three months to pick out. He nearly occupies the entire space.
“Nicole is the middle child. 26, single, enjoys driving our parents insane by not settling down, and has spent the last four years traveling around the world. She’s a photographer and is building her portfolio. She’s in Indonesia right now, I think.” Though, looking down at her mischievous eyes in the photo, I realize, “Or maybe she’s not. It’s been a while since we’ve spoken.”
“How come?” Axl grabs another picture, frowning at it, before handing it to Brute.
“Service is usually spotty where she travels, so she’d email when she could, but with everything going on, it’s been longer than normal.” The muttered words make me wonder if Nicole has messaged, and then I question if the timing of my attack was done by design. “Everyone who would have cared about me is traveling. Nora, Nicole, Bridget…they wouldn’t have a clue I was in trouble.”
Noticing how my men are looking at each other, I recognize that they’re thinking the same thing. Sighing, Brute gets to his feet and asks, “Do you remember any interactions with Shawn Reynolds?” The man I’m supposedly engaged to.
Inhaling, my body continues to fight me, but not as ruthlessly. “I was his…arm candy at a charity gala once. He was handsy and drank a lot. I tried to avoid being alone with him all night.” He had horrid breath, too. Laughed too loudly at disgusting jokes, and his wandering eyes started the minute we walked into the ballroom.
“We think he’s the reason behind your attack. Indirectly, at least. His cousin was assaulted by a state trooper who was extorting her for sex. Shawn was a standup guy for about five minutes as he got the trooper fired and charged. The man spent six months behind bars and hasn’t been quiet about wanting revenge.” Brute’s explanation makes my stomach roll with dread.
Handing me the picture Axl had given him, it’s from the night of the gala. Only I hadn’t put it up there. I didn’t even want it taken. “He left this here.” I storm into the kitchen and smash it into the garbage can, the shattering glass startling in the otherwise silent room.
The violation is excruciating to process. Breathing erratically, my hands slap onto the counter. I slam my eyelids shut, and my brain churns with unwanted emotions.
Chapter 17
Axl
Brute walks out, phone in hand, and rage contorting his face. The same white-hot feeling flows through my veins right now. That asshole not only violated her space, but he also inserted himself into her life without permission.
Her peace has already been fractured; now she has to deal with whatever insanity this guy’s trying to pull by leaving the framed picture here.
“You know he’s not getting anywhere near you, right?”
Finleigh shrugs but otherwise doesn’t move.
I slip up behind her, hands on her hips, and tug her back into me. My dick springs to life as soon as her ass makes contact.
Flipping up her borrowed skirt from Candy, I admire the bare globes. The string of her thong is tucked in tight between her cheeks. Tempting and enticed, I drop to my knees and hook a finger into her thong, dragging it to the side while spreading her cheeks. That leaves her pussy and ass wide open for my tasting.
“Axl, what are you doing?” She moans and pants but remains still. Though not telling me no, either.
“Just easing your stress, princess.” Blowing warm air across her ass, I flick my tongue out to lap at her pussy, sucking up all her sweet nectar. “Fucking delicious little treat.” The words become muffled as I dive into her, eating her out.
Her hips push back as my tongue stabs into her cunt like my dick should be. It’s unhinged how much I crave being inside of her. I’m a man possessed and obsessed with my woman’s body.
“Don’t stop.” Her sounds of pleasure only fuel my hunger. Digging my fingers into her fleshy cheeks, I lift higher to gain better access to her pussy. Her toes barely touch the ground, and when she grasps my hair and yanks me closer, I eagerly comply.
Sucking and licking her swollen flesh, tongue stabbing in and out of her cunt, only increases her moans’ intensity, and for sure, Brute will hear her along with Viking and Priest. Any second, I expect my friend to crash in, shouting angrily at me, so I work harder to get Finleigh to shriek out an orgasm that’ll wash away the anxiety from discovering more about her past and how she wound up left for dead.
“Ohhh, yes, Axl, right…there.” I grin while she pants out her words.
Flicking my tongue across her sensitive nub, she keens low in her throat seconds before her clit swells and pulses as she bellows out her climax. Her grip in my hair tightens with every aching moment her body embraces the pleasure whizzing through her veins.