Duck (Rebel Wayfarers MC Book 8) (32 page)

He worked his fingers, moving up and down, drawing his fingertips between the lips of her pussy, then pushing down past her opening, feeling the slickness of her wet even in the water of the tub. Leaning back, he looked at her. Face even more flushed, her mouth locked around his thumb in a tight ‘O,’ cheeks hollowing as she sucked on him. “Love you, Bee,” he murmured, pushing two fingers deep inside her, bringing the heel of his hand down on her clit again and moving it firmly side-to-side.

He worked her, in and out, drawing his thumb from her mouth and tracing across her now-slack lips, feeling the puffs of her panting breaths on his hand. “Fuck yeah, feel me inside you. Hot and tight, so fucking good.” She moaned, her head rolling to one side, neck extending in an unconscious invitation and he lunged forward, planting his teeth in the side, sucking hard while he stroked into her.

He drew back, mouth open with hard pants. “Mine, Bee. Marked you. Mine.” He stared at the love bite on her neck, his cock tight and throbbing, feeling his pulse pounding there, the need for her driving him forward. “Tight, God, Bee. Hungry, fucking pussy. God, love touching you, fingering you, watching you, baby. Love your pussy.” Plunging deep, he gripped hard, pulling and tugging, grinding into her pussy again, his arm moving back and forth rapidly. The water sloshed high on the sides of the tub, the noises of the waves and the water nearly as frantic as the ones pouring from Brenda’s mouth.

“You’re gonna come for me, Bee. Come on my hand, like this, letting me look my fill. Pretty tits, beautiful face, that look in your eyes just for me, because I’m fucking you so hard with my fingers.” She cried out, hands flying down to grip his wrist, not trying to still his movements, just holding on as she fell apart, the climax roaring through her. He watched the muscles all over her body tense and clench while her pussy clamped down on his fingers. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Come for me. Come just like that.”

His name echoed off the tile in the bathroom, her voice fearless in her claiming of him. “Duck!”

Moving, shifting, he slipped his arms underneath her and lifted. Bringing her dripping body over the edge of the tub and into his lap, he positioned her with one arm, the other going between their bodies to angle his cock. Then he pulled her down while surging inside, driving to the root and staying planted, her cry ringing off the walls again.

Duck threaded a hand into the hair at the back of her head and angled her face towards his, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss. Wet hair curling around her shoulders, she took him with soft cries, his hands at her waist lifting and pulling her back onto his cock. He tugged and pushed, thrusting up and into her, building to a steady, fierce rhythm as he stared into her eyes, seeing everything he ever wanted reflected there.

“Gimme a titty, Bee,” he panted, feeling her hands moving at his demand. He kept the connection with her, never losing her eyes as he dipped his chin, sucking her offered nipple deep, powering through the feeling of her fingers on his face, feeding him like he needed, his cock deep, the walls of her pussy hot and tight around him; greedy.

“Duck,” she breathed, mouth falling open on a gasp as the walls of her pussy started pulsing and contracting again, carried on the wave he’d started in the tub. Mouth to hers, their hard and heavy breaths mingling, he used his grip on her waist to slam her down, sliding her ass high on his thighs and grinding, a groan escaping him. Angling his knees out, the slick wetness of her making every stroke brilliant, he told her, “Fuckin’ close, baby. Deep inside you. Home.”

Leaning in, he brushed his mouth across the angle of her jaw, watching her eyes sink closed. “My Bee.” He roared and thrust hard, his arms crushing her to him, mouth covering hers, tongue delving deep as he came, feeling her heat all around him.

Her hands lifted, eyes opening as she cupped his face, bringing their foreheads together. Her walls clamping down, milking him, the look on her face intense when she told him, “Love you.” Chin lifting, lips parting, tongue swiping across. “My Duck.”

Slowly his breathing returned to normal and he cradled her, holding tight as she shook in his arms, still lost in the sensations assailing her. “God, Bee,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “So fucking beautiful. You give that to me and I’ll take it. Want it. Need it, baby. Love it. Love you.”

On shaking legs he rose with her in his arms, carrying her to their bed and gently laid her down, stretching out beside her. Reaching for the folded blanket from the foot of the bed, he flipped it over their naked forms. She roused enough to roll her head, looking up at him as he lay propped over her on an elbow. With a grin, he leaned in and kissed her lips, dragging the tip of his nose along her cheek until his mouth was near her ear. “Sleep, Bee. We’ll play in a bit.” Sucking her earlobe in between his lips, he nipped gently and heard her soft giggle. “Sleep.”

***

“Hey, Mica,” he said, surprised to hear her voice on the call. “What’s up, honey?”

“Hello to you, too, Duckmeister.” Her laughter sounded, bringing a grin to his face. “I have some news, honey. I wanted you to hear it from me, first.”

He finished entering a receipt into the software, clicked to save his work and leaned back into the office chair, resting one foot on the edge of an opened drawer. “Hear what, hon?” he asked absently, still somewhat focused on the rest of his to-do list for the day
. Generate invoices, stuff envelopes, call in the feed order, talk to Watcher to see if there were any new leads…

“I’m expecting.” His thoughts derailed at her response and he sat up, setting his boots on the floor. This was good news. She and Daniel made a handsome couple, and their young son, Jon, was a smart kid. Not earth shattering news, but good to hear nonetheless. He started to respond, but she spoke over him, “Molly’s preggers, too.”

In his mind, he saw the beautiful young woman as she had looked the first time he’d laid eyes on her. Afraid of her own shadow, never quite meeting anyone’s gaze, standing along the wall so she could stay on the fringes of the group in the backroom at Jackson’s. With them, but separate. Cautious. Fearful. Nearly broken by his brother’s treatment of her.

“Duck, are you there?” Mica called and he grunted, which was all the response he could generate at the moment. “Honey, she wanted me to call you.”
What the fuck for?
he wondered, pulling up an image of her boy, Tomas, the one she loved beyond all belief, no matter his beginning had been violent and hateful. She loved that little boy in spite of what Ray had done to her. Now she would have a child created with love, a child to share with her husband, J.J., the two sisters having married the older two Rupert brothers. “She said you needed to hear this from someone you’d listen to, and she didn’t think you’d listen to her.”
What would this mean for Tomas?

“Duck, she said to tell you that you have to help her out.”
Fuck, she wants me to take her boy
. His nephew, even if he could never say that word aloud, not wanting to rub her face into the memories of his connection to the asshole who had shared his blood. “Said when the time comes, you’ll need to explain things.”

He thought about Lisa, how she had shrunk from him in the beginning. Alternating emotions of fear and hatred. Those gone now, and her able to stay in the room without wanting to kill him. She could look at him and carry on a conversation. Moved past his association and found peace with who he was. Accepted he was his own man, not tied to his family. He had thought Molly was well past that long ago. Had hoped. She had told him so, more than once, back when she was urging him to do the same.

“She wants you to promise to love this child the same. She knows it will be hard because it’s J.J.’s, but she doesn’t want her children to know there’re any differences between them. She asked if you could find it in your heart to love them the same.”

Now he couldn’t talk because his chest was heaving.
Wrong, I was wrong
. Lips pressed tightly together to hold back the sobs, he was shocked at the emotions surging through him.
Him
, she wanted to make sure he was okay with this. A moment in time where Molly should be caught up in experiencing joy and goodness, and she was orchestrating someone to share it with him in a way that would make sure he was good with it all. Giving, when she could be taking, that was all Molly. No matter what his brother had done, it hadn’t broken her.

Strong. Fierce. Good.

“Duck?” That was all Mica, too, trying to make sure he was okay. Raw, harsh sound burst from his lips, and he reached up to cover his mouth, trying to keep the pain inside. Her voice was soft, filled with love when she called, “Duck,
honey
.”

The door to the office opened and Brenda was there, her face white, fear stark on her features as she looked at him, scanning to see what was wrong, eyes locked on him because she had found him sitting, sobbing helplessly, phone to his ear. “Baby,” she called, rushing to his side, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and head, cradling him to her body. “What’s wrong?”

“Duck?” Mica’s voice was still coming through the phone, and he could hear the tears she was shedding, too. “Duck, honey, it’s okay.” That was all Mica, too. Always trying to make things better anywhere she could. His brother hadn’t broken her, either, even if he had tried so fucking hard.

“I tried,” he said, anguish thick in his voice. “I tried to keep you safe. So fucking hard.” Brenda’s body jerked, her arms clamped around him, holding him tight. He could hear her shushing him softly, but his focus was on communicating his grief at his failures to Mica. “I ran. I know I ran, but God, I tried. I couldn’t live with myself so I came back and tried, then I found you, and I wanted you to have a good life. A
good
life. You deserved everything, got so much shit from him. Wanted you to be safe, to find love, to get on with your life so he couldn’t…wouldn’t win. Wanted you safe, tried, Mica. Tried so hard.”

“Oh, honey,” Mica cooed. “You did. You kept me safe. As much as anyone could, you did it. You always did good, honey. Hush up, now. You kept me safe. Hush.”

Brenda held him, hands stroking his face, sweeping the tears from his cheeks.

“I tried. God, it hurt to find out what he had done. Ripped me to pieces. What he did. To you, to Molly, to all the women and girls he hurt. Hated him. My own brother. My blood. I hated him so much, even while I loved him. But, God, he was a monster, like my daddy.” Now he was hiccupping like a baby, tears still pouring from his eyes. “I wanted to make it better. That’s all. I just wanted it to be better. Wanted you better, and then our Molly. God, this kills. Tell her I’m sorry she had to ask. I’m sorry she had this happen.”

“Duck.” Mica’s voice was firm, filled with rebuke, and he hiccupped again, pressing his face into Brenda’s belly, holding on. “We’ve had this conversation. You. Are. Not. Your. Family.” Still firm, she continued, “You are a good man. A good friend. Someone both Molly and I cherish in our lives. We love you.
You
.”

“I know,” he choked out, feeling Brenda’s arms secure around him. “I know, Mica. I love you, too. Both of you.” Drawing in a hard, hitching breath, he tried to steady himself, calming from the rush of emotions, pulling strength from Brenda’s unfaltering hold on him. “You tell Molly I can do that. Whatever she needs. Those are her kids, hers. That makes them special, both of them. Tell her congratulations.”

“I will, honey.” She was cooing again, her voice soft and understanding. Then she laughed and he sucked in a rush of air, the music of her joy suddenly making him so fucking glad she was still in the world, glad he had a hand in making sure that happened. Then he was laughing along with her at her next words, which were so typically Mica. “About time you gave me some love, too, big man. Did you not hear me telling you I’m giving Daniel another baby to spoil?”

“Yeah, Mica. Congratulations to you, too. I’m so happy for you, sweetheart. You make pretty babies.” He grinned, listening to her rattle on about the pregnancy and her husband, waiting until she wound down, realizing she’d continued talking to fill the space until his breathing evened out, until he was okay. Until she felt comfortable letting her friend off the phone. Him. Her friend. Forgiven long ago for what his brother had done. They finally signed off the call and he pressed his lips to Brenda’s belly, cutting his eyes up at her when he said, “Thank you, Bee.”

Tipping his forehead, he pressed it against her chest when she whispered, “Anything, baby.”

***

Duck rolled to his side, wedging one arm underneath his head so he could look at Brenda sleeping. She was stretched out in the bed beside him, having held him until he dozed off earlier. After the call with Mica, she had taken his hand and led him to their bedroom, undressing him like a child, touching and stroking him, comforting him.

She got him into the bed, and then crawled up alongside him, wrapping herself around him and holding on with everything she had. It had been so freeing to talk to Mica, to hear the fears they shared, fears made moot because of the love and respect between the sisters and himself. The exhaustion that accompanied the cleansing conversation had surprised him, but he hadn’t expected to fall asleep. Had wanted to talk to Bee about what she heard, what he had learned, and what he wanted…needed from her.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be soon enough. They had the rest of their tomorrows together.