Owning His Virgin

“You got company?” He turns and walks back.

“I will call you when it is done.” With that he shuts me out. I stand in his driveway, pulling my hair unable to contain the rage. Everything hits me at once and I find myself inside of my car, driving to my brother’s house, crying like a bitch, but not giving a fuck. The walls are caving in on me and the only thing I can think of to do is finally let my brother in and hold some of the debris.

Ringing the bell, it isn’t lost on me that he could not answer the door for me, with the shitty way I have been treating him, but Axel is softer than me and not in a bad way, he just is. I almost give up when I hear the door unlock. I can see he is going to say something smart when he glimpses my face and moves over so I can come in. “What’s happened?” he asks, standing in front of me.

“I fucked up Axe. All the way around,” I tell him, dropping my head.

“I’m sure whatever it is, it can be fixed. My big brother doesn’t make irreparable mistakes.” he pats my back.

“I have been doing a shit job of being a brother to you, Axe and I am so fucking sorry.” I let that confession out and then it is like purge city. “I have spent these last seven years looking for our sister, not always in the most legal of ways and that is why I kept it from you. I have been so busy trying to protect you like I couldn’t do for her, that I forgot how to just be your brother and trust you,” I tell him hoping he can see the sincerity in my eyes. He moves to the chair across from me and shakes his head.

“They really fucked us up didn’t they,” he chuckles sadly, referring to our parents. “The thing is, D, I am only a year younger than you. You don’t have to protect me. I am your brother. I am supposed to walk beside you into danger and have your back as you are supposed to with mine. But I can’t do that when you lock me out.” He is right. I guess the guilt from not being there for my sister has made me into this person and I need to fix it.

“You are right, Axe. Starting now. Hannah is really Teresa Montero. I met her when I was following a lead about Chassie four months ago. She is the daughter of the guy we rescued them from. I fell in love with her and began planning her escape from him. We found out she was pregnant the last night I saw her. Instead of taking her right then and there, I arrogantly thought I had covered myself and left her there for another night and then she was gone. When the file came across your desk for the mission and I saw his name come up, I knew she might be there and that is why I came. I never meant for Om to get hurt, but I had to get my woman and unborn child.” Literal word vomit.

“Wow. You never could do anything easy could you,” he says laughing. I laugh with him, the feeling making some of the scabs heal. “Anything else besides that fact that you are going to be a daddy?” he asks me, laughing.

“Yes. She is my wife now.” He smiles.

“I know. Small town, remember? Now tell me why you really came here.” He knows me so well.

“I think we have found Chassie.'' His face goes from humor to hurt to determination.

“Then what the fuck are we waiting for?”

My sentiments exactly.

Chapter Fourteen

Teresa

One Week Later

He’s being too nice to me. I miss my dominant Diezal. Last week, I needed space but this week all I need is him. I want him to touch me again and make me purr like only he can do. He’s given me a few massages and some light kisses but what I really want is that dick. I am not above begging to get it either.

Deciding that enough is enough, I take a shower and prance into the living room naked and wet in more ways than one.

“What are you doing, Florecita?” he asks in that demanding voice I’ve missed so much.

“Getting a glass of water,” I say going into the kitchen. I pull a glass down from the cabinet and add ice. Then some water from the pitcher in the fridge. I put the glass to my lips and drink it slowly. He watches my every move.

“You’re not dressed for dinner yet,” he says.

“No, I’m not.”

“Any particular reason why?”

“Yes.”

“Care to share?”

“No.”

“Try again.” Mmm. That voice. I can feel my wetness slide down my thigh.