“I know it sounds strange when I say that she's my best friend, but she is. I know we were with Pops and Grams when she lost the baby, but the day Mom and Dad dropped us off, I knocked into Mom. I was being a dick and jumping around like I always did. Dad told me to calm down. I laughed and then fell into Mom. I still remember how she grabbed her stomach. She was scared. I saw it in her eyes. Even though it only lasted a split second because she shrugged it off. Then when we came home, Dad told us what happened, and I knew it was my fault.”
“Wrench,”
“Don't try to make me feel better, Hawk. It was my fault, and Mom could never have another baby because of what I did.”
I'm gobsmacked to hear my brother saying this stuff. Not once has anyone mentioned or done anything to make my brother think like this. The way both Mom and Dad are with Wrench that should tell him they don't blame him for anything. This has come from his own mind, his own childish guilt. I just wish he'd spoken to me about this before now. Ten damn years he's kept this inside of himself. The hurt, the pain, and guilt in his eyes hurts me.
“Your mother would be heartbroken if she knew you felt like this.”
I hadn't seen BlackJack standing there. None of us did. However, there he is right behind Wrench. I don't know where he came from, but my guess would be the Tank told him that Wrench was upset and needed him.
BlackJack walks over to Stryker and me, facing Wrench, who gets off his bike and stands in front of us. “You did not cause your mothers miscarriage, Wrench. Taylor's womb was just too weak to carry Destiny. Does that mean I should blame your mother for what happened?”
“Of course not!”
“Then why should you take the blame?” BlackJack clasps the back of Wrench's neck. “You can't keep holding onto misplaced guilt, Wrench. It will destroy you in the end. Saying goodbye does not mean forgetting. Let go of the guilt, and tomorrow, say goodbye to your sister. You keep her in your heart, but it's time to let her rest now.”
They say a real man cries. People like us, we cry in the privacy of our own homes without ever letting anyone know that we did so. Wrench, however, openly sobs in BlackJack's arms, and no one will say a damn thing.
I just hope Wrench can now finally move on from this. He deserves to find peace. Brooke also deserves peace. In order to find peace, Hank Webster much die.
* * *
Oh, God! It's too much!”
“It's never too much.”
Brooke sobs in pleasure as I ram my cock deeper inside of her. She screams into the pillow, and I spread her ass cheeks apart and watch my cock disappear inside her pussy.
Fuck, it's so tight in this position, Brooke flat on her stomach, legs together, me straddling her ass and fucking her hard. I can't explain how it feels when I'm inside this woman. I'm in heaven each time I touch her.
I grab Brooke's blonde ponytail, lifting her head back, and pounding harder. She tightens around me, coming so hard her whole body shakes and spasms with the force of it.
I pull out of her, not wanting to come yet. I flip her over. She's panting hard and reaching for me. I lean down, careful to keep my weight off of her and kiss the shit out of her. Brooke moans loudly, her fingers in my hair, holding me to her.
I pull out of the kiss and suck her nipples into my mouth one at a time. I lick between the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, down one leg, and up along the other. I can't get enough of her silken skin.
“Oh, shit!” Brooke's ass shoots off the bed the instant my tongue touches her swollen clit. I take her thighs in my hands, chuckling to myself as I hold her down. “Dante, please!”
“Please what, Brooke? Lick you like this?” I lick the length of her pussy, dipping my tongue into the tight hole of her ass, then inside her cunt. Her legs tighten, and she's gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. “Or do you want me to suck you like this?” I nip her clit, pull it between my teeth, then suck on it hard.
“Yes! Like that! Oh, God, I'm coming!” Hard into my mouth. I drink down her juices, and she's shaking hard, and gasping for air.
I climb Brooke's beautiful body and straddle her chest. Her tongue instantly snakes out and touches the tip of my cock. “That's it, baby, taste yourself.” Brooke moans while opening her throat and taking my cock almost all the way down.
Jesus Christ!
My head falls back for a second. I'm so lost in pleasure and the feeling of Brooke's velvet throat enveloping me, that I don't realize right away that I'm rutting her mouth too hard, too fast, too deep. She's choking on my cock, tapping at my leg frantically, and bringing me out of my high.
I pull out of Brooke's mouth, and lie between her legs. All the while I'm kissing her face and neck. “I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you like that. You make me feel so good when you're sucking my cock, that I get carried away.”
Brooke smiles while stroking my face. “I like making you feel good. Now, fuck me, I want to feel you come inside of me.”
I kiss her hard and slam into her, causing her to scream against my lips. Three hard thrusts and we're coming together, hard, in and around each other. I slow my kisses, making them softer, and pull out of her body.
Brooke groans and I flop down beside her with my eyes closed. Slowly, I catch my breath. Brooke turns on her side, her hand on my sweat soaked chest, and I sense her looking at me.
I open my eyes and smile at the most beautiful woman in the world. “Are you okay, darlin'? I didn't mean to hurt you.”
“You didn't hurt me. I just can't take your monster cock all the way down my throat.” Brooke laughs. “I don't think I'm going to be able to walk right for a week, though.”
I laugh loudly and wrap my arm around Brooke's shoulder, pulling her naked body against mine. I kiss the top of her head. Brooke holds onto me, snuggling into me. I hold her a little tighter and pray Hank Webster stays the hell away from Brooke long enough for the Snakes and me to deal with him first.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ghost
I watch her walk into the clubhouse with Tammy, smiles on their faces. It seems Cordelia has made friends with the women of the club quickly. It has been brought to my attention that she's been speaking with Mike a lot since she arrived. I know what that means. He's interested, and I'm going to crack his fucking skull! Cordelia may have only just walked into my life, these men may be my family, but there's no way I'll let anyone think they can claim my sister.
I have no right to act like the caring big brother after the way I've behaved since Cordelia arrived here. However, Wrench gave me a wake-up call the other day. I am being stupid, and selfish, and even childish. It isn't Cordelia's fault that she was adopted and I wasn't. It isn't her fault that I knew nothing about her.
The girl came all the way from England to find me, and I've pushed her away since the moment she told me who she was. Sure, Red has been on my back for weeks about this, but I thought she'd be better off without me. Hell, I thought she'd be safer without me in her life. The boys are right, though, Cordelia is safer with me. I can protect her the way I do my wife and sons. I have nothing to fear by letting my sister into my heart. I can't even deny she's my sister. I demanded DNA tests. She gave her sample willingly. It was stupid of me when I knew deep down they'd come back with the result that we're related.
I'm not going to pretend I'm not terrified to do so.
I watch Tammy point to me. Cordelia looks over at me and smiles, and I nod my head. I asked Red to set this up today, a meeting between my sister and me. There was no point in waiting this out any longer. Cordelia won't be here forever, and I have questions I need answering.
I've practically bashed my brains trying to work out why we were separated at birth. No matter the conclusion I come to, there's always something else that rings through my head. Avery was right when she told me to stop thinking about things that can't be changed. What good would it do anyone? The fact is that I have a sister, and she wants to get to know me. She came all this way to find me; the least I can do
is hear her out.
Cordelia walks over to the table I'm sitting at, at the back of the room. It's hardly quiet in the main room right now, but this is where my wife will be meeting me shortly with my sons. So this is where I'll speak to my sister.