Redeemed (The Dark Redemption Series Book 2) (13 page)

“Oh,” he mutters, his forehead creasing in confusion. “Oh! So she might be…with
mine
?”

“Yeah, could be either of ours.”

“Fuck that!” he exclaims, shoving my chest. “You know if she is, it’ll be mine. I’ve always been a stronger swimmer.”

“Bullshit,” I tell him with a smile and shake of my head. “Seriously though, are you sure you’re okay with it? Because I’ve been doing some research; and since our DNA is identical, a test won’t tell us which one of us is the father.”

“Man, I’m not going anywhere, and you and her better not either,” he says before he flashes a smirk. “You can pretend the kid’s yours all you want, even though you’ll know in your heart that it’s mine.”

“Good,” I tell him. “After we take care of this shit, we’re gonna be a family. We’ll get dad out, and then we’re gonna live like we should’ve years ago.”

“Damn right. With Blair’s dress as evidence and her testimony, I think we can still do this, even though the asshole is dead.”

“Where is her dress?” I ask him.

“Oh, I sent it and Blair’s video statement to the agent in charge.”

“Right,” I say, stabbing my fingers through my hair. What the fuck has he done with the damn thing?

The dress is the only evidence we have, and it’s probably lost in the wind because my brother thinks he’s a federal agent.

Blair

Brede is quiet on the way back to the hotel, so I silently hold his hand in the back of the used van. At least the vehicle is ours and we didn’t have to steal it, even if the brakes squeak and one of the sliding doors doesn’t open.

It’s nice to have something normal, although we’ll probably have to trade soon because Brede’s still a fugitive and we need to stay on our toes.

I wish we could just live our lives like normal here, but Brede will never let that bitch get away with killing his parents. Their urn sits beside me now on the seat since Brede still won’t touch it.

When Aden parks, we get out, but Brede doesn’t follow him toward the hotel entrance.

“You mind going for a walk?” he asks me.

“Sure,” I tell him since it’s a beautiful summer day. “Do you want Aden to take the urn up with him?”

“No,” Brede answers. “Just the picture.” He hands the eight by ten photo of Paula and Jim to Aden and tells him, “We’ll be back in a little while.”

With a nod and a wave, Aden goes inside. Brede and I walk in silence for a few blocks, until we come up to Waterfront Park.

Sighing heavily, Brede finally takes the urn from my arms. I had worried he would keep avoiding it, pretending the ashes of his parents weren’t inside. He tucks it safely in the crook of his elbow with his arm wrapped around it, and then takes my hand again, leading me down to the water.

“Wow,” I say as I take in the view. Before everything went to hell, I remember going to the beach with my parents every summer. I loved playing in the surf and sand. This is the most water I’ve stood in front of since then.

“The Ohio River,” Brede says as he looks out over the calm surface. “We used to come here and watch the fireworks on the Fourth of July, and go over to Louisville Slugger Field to watch the Bats play.” He nods over to the stadium.

“Sounds like great memories,” I tell him, squeezing his hand in mine.

“Yeah, they were,” he replies. “I can’t carry them around. It’s too hard.”

Letting me go, he opens the top of the urn and steps to the edge of the walkway to dump the contents into the river. A light breeze picks up the swirling fragments before they die down and float to the surface of the water.

I hear Brede’s shaky exhale that sounds partially like relief mixed with regret.

“I don’t know what to do with the urn,” he says, looking down at the weeping angel, reminding me of the tattoo on his forearm. “Maybe I’ll sit it on the mantel at the house.”

“What are you gonna do with the house?” I ask him.

“Fuck if I know,” he mutters, taking my hand in his again and turning us back toward the road to start the trek to the hotel. “Part of me wants to sell it, but there are a lot of happy memories there, better than the ones in Lexington.”

“Then why don’t we live there?” I ask him. “Unless it’s too hard.”

“Really?” he asks, coming to a stop, an almost grin on his face for the first time in a week.

“Yeah. There are two bedrooms, right? One for us and one for Aden.”

“Aden,” he grumbles, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Did you fuck him?”

“Ah, what?” I ask in surprise, since he knows I did.

“While I was gone. While I was mourning my fucking parents, were you fucking him?” he growls, confusing me with his line of questioning.

“No, of course not. We didn’t know where you were, or what had happened, but he didn’t touch me. Well, not until the day I ran away from the hotel and found you at their house.”

“Did he initiate it?” he asks.

“Yeah he, um, was acting…off. I was stressed out and worried. He offered to rub my back, get the tension out, and then…”

“He tried to fuck you?” he snaps.

I nod, lowering my eyes to the pavement because I should have stopped him sooner and I didn’t.

Gripping my chin between two fingers, Brede orders, “Look at me, Blair.”  He tightens his hold on my chin when I try to avoid his eyes. “I’m sorry I even for one second considered sharing you with him. But that shit’s done. Do you hear me? You’re mine, only mine until death do us part. Got it?”

I nod vigorously because I never wanted him to share me, and the fact that he could made me think he didn’t give a shit about me. 

Brede fuses our lips as if sealing our deal. He’s barely touched me over the past few days, and I haven’t pushed for anything more because I knew he was hurting. Now, he makes up for it. Our kiss goes from a sweet brush of lips to a vigorous tongue fucking with Brede’s hand cupping my jaw, holding my mouth to his, as if I would try to get away.

When we do finally separate, both of us are breathing heavily as we eye each other for several silent seconds.

“I need you,” he eventually speaks first.

“I need you too,” I tell him before he takes my hand. After that, I practically have to jog in my dress shoes to keep up with his brisk pace down the sidewalk until we reach the hotel. A swipe of his card later and we’re in.

Brede gently sets the urn down on the desk in the corner of the room next to his parents’ wedding picture and my family’s photo album, before he lifts me off my feet and throws me over his shoulder. Carrying me to our room, I expect him to toss me on the bed, but he comes down with me. Once our mouths meet, there’s a flurry of activity as both of us try to figure out how to get the other’s clothes off the quickest. My dress easily comes over my head, but it takes a little longer to rid Brede of his shirt and undo his pants, and eventually I give up.

My hand slips inside his boxer briefs and fists his hard shaft at the same time my panties are yanked down for his fingers to slip inside me. Both of us moan into each other’s mouths as I wrap my legs around his waist and tug his cock closer to my wet heat, needing him inside me even though he’s not completely undressed. With one shove forward, he sinks deep, completely filling the emptiness. I cry out at the overwhelming pleasure of our bodies joining for the first time without the least bit of pain.

“This is my pussy,” Brede groans against my lips as he withdraws his length and then slams deep again. “This is my sexy, little body. You feel that, baby?” he asks, pounding moan after moan from me.

“Oh my God, yes!” I scream, my fingernails raking through his scalp as he fucks me harder.

“This cock is gonna own every inch of you,” he promises, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin along the side of my neck, one of his hands squeezing my breast greedily. “I’m gonna fill your pussy with cum until you’re too sore to take another inch of this dick. And then your ass is mine.” 

Brede’s hot, muscular body surrounds me, taking me, possessing me a little more with each thrust of his hips, and still it’s not enough. I want all of him.

“Please, Brede,” I beg him when my pussy starts to clench around his thickness, trying to squeeze every drop of his seed it can get out of him because my body yearns to keep a piece of him forever. “Yes!” I shout as my back arches off the bed with a toe-curling orgasm at the same moment Brede’s hot pulses of cum fill me.

“Ah fuck, baby,” he groans, his lips next to my ear.

“Mmm,” I moan as my body undulates, riding out the waves of bliss, already needing him again. “More,” I demand, lifting my hips to grind against his semi-hard cock that’s still lodged inside me.

Brede chuckles and nips at my earlobe. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.”

Brede

“Ah! Ah!
Ahhh, God
!” Blair shouts to the ceiling with her head thrown back and her hands cupping her breasts as she comes for the third time. This round I finally got her riding me like the fucking rodeo star I fantasized about the first day I saw her.

The muscles in my stomach tighten; and when my balls draw up painfully, it’s impossible for me to last any longer watching the sight above me. My cock swells and pulses, but fuck, there’s not an ounce of anything left inside me to fill her with.

Blair’s sexy, little body bucks as she tries to prolong the pleasure, an addict to it now. I’ve got her right where I want her, fuck-drunk and ready to do anything to get another taste of the euphoria.

My palms stroke up her spread thighs when her body starts to relax. Not wanting to give her even a minute break until my cock’s hard and ready to go again, I press my thumb to her clit, causing her midnight blue eyes to pop open at the same time her lips part on a gasp. Rubbing circles over the swollen nub, it takes just one, two, three…

“
Oh God
!”

Her pussy locks down again on my softening cock that’s still buried inside her, which is all it needed to get back in the game, ready to play again with my over-sensitized orgasm slut. She’s out of her mind with so many endorphins that she would sell her soul for me to get her off again.

As soon as she stops convulsing, I’m off the bed, carrying her to the bathroom and starting the shower. While I work on getting the water just right, I keep my mouth locked on Blair’s, and her pussy still seated on my cock until we climb into the shower stall.

Bracing her back against the tile wall, I decide to make do with the available resources we have. I keep her body balanced with one hand gripping her thigh and grab the bottle of body wash with the other, squirting a blob onto her belly, I work it into suds. Reaching down between Blair’s legs, I rub the slippery liquid around her puckered hole before easing a fingertip inside.

Blair pushes down on both of my shoulders, trying to drive herself further up the wall.

“This okay?” I ask against her lips since I’m not sure if she’s squirming in a good way or bad.

She nods before she speaks. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

I don’t have to be told twice before easing my finger further inside her tight ass. Once it’s slipping in and out easier, I add another finger, making her cry out. Knowing she’s good and would tell me to stop if not, I keep stretching her, scissoring inside of her while her pussy clenches so tight on my cock that she’s gonna make me come if I don’t pull out soon.

Blair’s got my shaft soaking wet when I withdraw it, but I still pour body wash on my length and work the lather up and down in my fist.

“Ready?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she whispers, so I shift her up the wall and position the head of my dick against her opening. Slowly, I lower Blair’s body until my tip forces its way inside her virgin ass. I stop when I hear her sudden intake of breath.

“Rub your clit for me, baby,” I tell her, wanting her to relax and loosen up. Her shaking hand reaches down between our bodies and then…oh, fuck. It takes all my restraint not to slam her down on my cock as I watch her face slacken with pleasure at her own touch, not just fingertips on her clit, but she eases a finger inside her pussy.

While she’s distracted, I lower her ass a little further, sinking more of my cock inside the tightest fucking place it’s ever been. God, it’s good.

“Need to fuck you,” I tell her. And with another nod from her, I slam her the rest of the way down on my cock. We both shout, but then knowing the worst is over for her, I can’t hold off anymore. I lift and lower her over and over again, unable to get enough. I need more.

Shifting us around, I lower her back down to the bathtub so that I’m above her. Pushing her knees to her chest, I finally take her how I needed, hard and fast, trying to savor each thrust, while at the same time racing to the finish because I know how fucking amazing it will be.

“So goddamn tight and perfect,” I tell her, having to grit out each word from between clenched teeth. “I love the way your ass makes me work for every fucking inch.”

“Yes! Own me, Brede,” she exclaims. “Don’t stop!”

Fuck, I love this woman. Not just because she’s giving herself to me, but because she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. And now she’s mine.

That’s my last thought before I let go, bringing my first time and hers to a close with her name leaving my lips.