“Yes, sir.” I pant out.
Mac’s head comes up, and he raises a singular eyebrow at me before I can see the fire burning in his eyes. “New rule: You will only refer to me as sir in the bedroom. Is that understood?”
Arousal floods my core as I nod enthusiastically. Mac’s hand comes down in the next second on the side of my ass. I squeal in surprise before glaring at him. That hurt.
“I asked you a question, Lelonie.” His deep voice reverberates throughout the room, causing my spine to snap straight. His hand starts stroking my inner walls again. “If you aren’t going to answer me, this stops.”
Well shit, I don’t want him to stop, so I force the words past my lips when all I want is to get lost in the feeling.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good fucking girl.” I preen under his praise as his thumb finds my clit and begins working it while his other fingers continue to work me over. My hands go to the waistband of his boxers and push them down.
“Please, I need you. I need this. Sir, please fuck me.”
The feral look on Mac’s face, accompanied by him touching me just right, causes my arousal to flood his hand as my pussy starts pulsing around his fingers. I’m pretty sure I’m still coming when he pulls his hand away. Before I can fully groan in protest, he’s sliding inside me. Fuck, his cock feels so good. “Quill, don’t you dare stop. You feel so good.”
Mac’s hand clamps over my mouth, his eyes wide and semi panicked. “Baby, as much as I love hearing you scream about how good I make you feel, I don’t exactly think either of our brothers want to be woken up by that little fact.”
Shit! I forgot they were here.
“So, you’re going to be such a good girl and let me fuck you without getting me killed. Don’t get me wrong, what a way to go, but I don’t want that to be tonight.” He winks and starts slowly moving inside me.
He doesn’t understand how good he feels, though. I can’t stay silent during this. He’s lost the plot. Taking his big hand, I settle it over my mouth and nod at him. He works us up to an unrelenting pace as my moans are smothered by his hand. With every thrust, his pelvis grinds into my clit, taking me higher and higher until he brings his lips to my ear and whispers in the most delicious voice.
“Come for me, my good little slut.” That’s all it takes before I’m throwing myself off the edge into oblivion. Mac follows right behind me. His face goes into my neck as he bites and groans out my name.
I’m too tired now to even think about what had me waking up in the middle of the night in the first place. I’m no longer freezing. Instead I’m just cozy enough to pass out. My eyes drift shut, and I faintly feel Mac cleaning me up with a warmwashcloth. I let sleep take me. He’s back, and he’s mine. No one will ever separate us again.
* * *
Mac
The next morning I wake up to a still sleeping Lee. Her hair is all over the place and if we’re just going to be honest, it looks like a bird’s nest. A beautiful bird’s nest, but it’s still a nest all the same. Taking two pillows, I slide them in my place so she feels like I’m still there. But I can’t stay in bed any longer. My alarm is going off, which means it’s time to get her medicine ready and pray to whatever higher power that’s out there that we didn’t wake up her brother last night.
Grabbing a pair of black sweats out of the bag I brought in here last night, I quickly pull them on before shrugging on a gray hoodie. Taking a moment to shake myself awake and just watch this perfect angel sleep, I can’t help but smile. She’s going to get better. We have an entire life ahead of us, and to live that life, we both have to be the healthiest versions of ourselves. Reaching back into my bag, my hand rifles around for a few seconds before I remember and pull it out.
There’s no liquor in there. Because I don’t drink anymore. Some habits are going to take a while to come back from, and I have a feeling that one in particular is going to take more than a few months.
Quietly moving into the hall and shutting the door, I close my eyes tight and wait to hear if she starts moving around.When it stays silent, I toss my fist up in victory before turning around and coming face to face with Jakob. His arms are crossed over his chest. His glare looks like it would strike me down if looks could kill. With lightning fast speed, he reaches out and fists my hoodie. Catching me off guard, he pulls me into his space.
“If you could maybe, just fucking not while I’m here, that’d be cool. Some things I don’t need to hear.” Jakob half bites out, half fake gags.
“I’m sorry. My bad, we’ll be quieter next time. We only see each other one weekend a month though, so quiet is all I can promise.” My hands come up in surrender. I’m usually not this agreeable with a punk ass bitch who has my shirt balled up, but I also don’t have a sister that wasn’t married into my family and don’t know what it’s like to have to hear her moan about how good her man makes her feel. So he gets a pass because I should have gagged her from the beginning. Lee is vocal, and dammit I love that shit. But I can also recognize time and place.
Jakob lets go of my hoodie and storms back into the living room. I don’t bother to make small talk with him. It’s eight on the dot, and she needs her medicine in the next thirty minutes. The first thing I do when I walk into the kitchen is wash my hands. Dieter didn’t tell me to do this, but I don’t want germs getting on medication she’s about to put in her mouth. After thoroughly washing and drying them, I move over to the counter with her basket of pill containers. The laminated sheet lies in front of it. Moving a small empty sauce cup in front of me, I begin to diligently sort out her medicines.
Once I’m done, I put everything back how I found it and catch Jake watching me out of the corner of my eye. He’s inthe entryway of the kitchen, eyeing me warily.
“There a problem?” I ask him cautiously.
“I want to know how serious you are about this shit.” His no nonsense tone cuts, but I don’t let that show.
“Can you be more specific?” I ask with sarcasm lacing my voice.
“It was a week from my eighteenth birthday when my parents sat me, Dieter, and Annie down to talk to us about adopting Lelonie. They explained to us that she had been in a trafficking ring for five years before being rescued. Annie was too young to know what that meant, but D and I knew. The way too small and skittish thirteen year old came to live with us two weeks later. She was terrified, no, petrified, of me, Dieter, and our Papa. For a year I slept outside of her bedroom door. Every single night I slept on the unforgiving hardwood floor to show her I would guard her and not let anyone hurt her again.
She finally started letting us into her orbit, and the desire to protect her like I do with Annie was almost too much to handle. Dieter followed her around school from class to class to make sure no one messed with her. She’d come home every day and do her homework in the garage while we worked on whatever piece of shit Dieter got his hands on. Then she got sick, and that amped everyone up a thousand more notches. We’re overbearing, and we know damn well we are. But I’ll be tap dancing on her last nerve constantly if it means she’s taken care of.
