Hornet’s Nest

Beast

I stare down at Summer, the shower water raining down on her as she's on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

"This is a sin. The whore has corrupted you,"Mother growls in my head.

It's been a week since the night of the club when she told me she loved me. Since then, I haven't been able to keep my hands off her. Even though every time I touch her I see George. I'm reminded of his body crushed in my hands. However, I guess mother was right when she said I was evil. Because even though I fear hurting her more than anything, I can't leave her alone. I didn't lie when I told her she is my weakness.

"You will both burn in hell for this,"Mother warns.

"Hey, Kid, shut that bitch up and enjoy this got damn blow job,"Priest states.

I do exactly as Priest says, silencing my thoughts, I look down into her brown eyes as she sucks me to the back of her throat.

I tug at my hair, not sure what to do with all this pleasure. My many years of studying about sex, I heard and saw how enjoyable this could be. However, having Summer on her knees in front of me doing it feels way more intense than the articles explained.

She hums around me, sending the vibration to my balls. I've had enough. Grabbing onto her long braids, I pull her mouth off me and then drag her to her feet. As soon as she's standing, my mouth descends on hers as my free hand wraps around her neck. Parting her lips, my tongue slips inside to dance with hers.

Bending slightly, I place my hands at the back of her thighs and lift her up. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I push her back up against the shower wall and without any delay, I press into her. Her gasp has me ready to explode already.

The snug fit and the hot warmth around my length is pure heaven. If this is as close as my tainted soul will come to those pearly gates, I am more than happy.

I lift her up and then slide her back down my cock. She hums her approval. The sounds she makes while I'm inside her drive me insane. It rivals the way the red haze consumes me. Her blunt nails dig into my shoulder as I speed up my pace.

"Yes, baby. Shit." She moans as I lift her up and drop her back down on me rapidly.

Not liking this angle much, I pull out of her and turn her around pressing her front against the shower wall. I grab the back of her thigh opening her up to me wider. Bending my knees, I grab my dick and push into her.

"Oh fuck. You're too deep."

Fisting her braids in my hand I pull her head back to my chest. "You can take it," I growl into her ear.

My pelvis smacks against her butt in a round of applause. Spreading her ass cheeks, I stare down as my length disappears into her pink center. Her creaminess is spread across my dick even coating my course pubic hair. Watching the way she creams for me has my mind going crazy.

Using my arm under her stomach, I lift her easily and carry her to the other side of the shower. I do all this without pulling out of her. Placing her back down, I bend her over the bench seat and then lift my leg onto the seat.

"Ohhhhh, yeah," she moans, going on her tiptoes when I slide my full length all the way into her.

I love watching myself enter her. I love the peek of her pink center I get as I pull out and slide back in.

I smack her ass, watching it redden instantly.

"Fuck me back," I growl.

"I can't," She whimpers as she tries to move up and down on my shaft.

I smack her other cheek. "You came into my shower starting with me. Fuck me like I belong to you."

There really wasn't anything she had to do to state her claim. I was already hers. However, seeing her place her hands against the shower wall and throw her hips back like she's dancing on my cock is well worth it. I look up to the ceiling of the shower, placing my hands behind my head. Her walls squeeze me as she moves up and down my length.

I moan. "Just like that. Keep going for me."

She bounces a little faster, taking my pipe like a good girl. Her moans and whimpers have my orgasm starting at the soles of my feet and slowly riding up.

"Do you like it, daddy," she says over her shoulder.

Every time I'm intimate with Summer I find new things I like, new positions, new sounds, but nothing gets me as hard as when she calls me a new pet name. Hearing her say daddy, has me losing my control.

I grab her hips, keeping her still as I piston into her.

"Fuuuuck, Gabriel," she whines.

"Tell me you love me," I beg, starved to hear those words again.

Reaching underneath her, I lift one of her legs up on the bench so I can get better access to her hardened nub. I rub in a circular motion, knowing it's the fastest way to get her to come.

"Shit," she curses. "I love you. I love you." She repeats as her movements become jerky.

I'm losing my battle with my own orgasm. I'm like a shaken soda bottle ready to explode.

"Come for me. Now, Summer." I squeeze her pearl between my fingers, and she shoots off to the moon with me right behind her.

I let out a roar as my legs go weak. I place my fisted hand against the shower wall to keep me on my feet as I continue to unload inside her. When I've finally given her all that I can, I pull out taking a step back.

She's still bent over the bench. I can see some of my cum oozing out of her, with my fingers I push it back inside, not wanting any of it to escape.

Her laughter draws my attention away from my hand. Summer is looking over her shoulder at me.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were seriously trying to get me pregnant."

I don't comment because she isn't ready for the truth. I turn my back to her and walk under the shower head. I was in the middle of a shower when she walked in the bathroom by accident.

Closing my eyes, I lean my head down, allowing the water to wash over me. Her soft touch on my back has my flaccid cock slowly coming back to life.

"When did you get the tattoos?" She asks as she reaches around me for the soap and body sponge.

"I started the back one not long after I got locked in, and the one over my heart," I pause as I touch the numbers. "I got it right before the back one started."

Summer takes her time washing my back and even running the sponge over my ass and around my stomach.

"What do they mean?"

I look over my shoulder at her. She glances at me briefly with a smile before bending to wash my calves and legs.

"Why do you think they mean something?"

She shrugs. "I know you. You don't seem like the random tattoo person."

I turn back to face the wall, taking my eyes off her. She has no idea what she does to me.

"She's a poison. A virus. An infestation of the mind. She should be burned at the stake," Mother claims.

"She is mine,"I reply in my head. "The demon on my back is my promise to you."

Her hands still as she rises back up washing my lower back.

"What promise?"

I turn around to face her. She runs the sponge over my chest while the water cascades over my shoulders.

"I told you to let your demons go that night, that I'd carry them. I'm holding up my end of the deal."

Her mouth falls open. I place my hand over the small of her back right over the dip before her ass curves out. I pull her toward me, not able to get enough of her skin against mine. For years I hated the feeling of being touched or having someone too close to me, but since the night I met Summer, I've always wanted her near me.

"The one on my heart," I lift her hand up and place it on my chest over the number fifty. "It's a reminder that no matter where I am, somewhere out there, your heart is still beating." Her brows lift in confusion. "Fifty is your sleeping heart rate. The night I left you, I watched you sleep for hours. I counted your breaths and your heart rate."

Her eyes fill with moisture, slowly a tear spills down her cheek. I wipe it away even though my hands are wet. I never want her to cry or hurt.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "You're going to ruin me, Gabriel."

"Good," I lean forward and drop a kiss on her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck. I grip her ass and press her to my erection. I need her one more time.

***

Five hours after the shower and one more round in the bed, I'm sitting on the ground in a cold mausoleum carving out chess pieces with a smile on my face.

"She has softened you,"Mother growls in my head.

I lean my head against the stone wall behind me looking at the work I've done. Last night I found Jayson (Jay) Coats, Antonio (Tony) Parker, Amir (Tiny) Masters, and Demarcus (Dee) Masters. The four men that found Summer in the diner that night.

It took me three days to collect them all. Now, their entrails and body parts help decorate this mausoleum.

I've officially killed everyone that could possibly point out Summer from that night. It took me over a month to do it but she's safe.

Climbing to my feet, I place the Queen and the rook on the shelf at the back of the vault. I know Priest and the guys will find this. The groundskeeper saw me coming in tonight. I'm pretty sure he's going to report this. I need to let Priest know I'm okay.

Despite what this looks like, I haven't gone off the deep end. Although mother is still vocal, my head is clear for the first time ever. And I know why.

Glancing at my watch, my heart picks up an extra beat. It's not too late. Summer will still be up when I get back.

I pick up the bucket I carried the body parts in and my duffle and head out of the crypt. I close the door behind me glancing at the name etched into the marble over the door. Corbyn.

After doing research on the name, I found out that the surname Corbyn is one of the oldest in the world. Also on the list with Corbyn, were the surnames O'Cleary and Smith. Matthew O'Cleary owned the club we went to a week ago. And Timothy Smith was the guy that had the cop killed by the Church.

There is a connection here. The inscription on Timothy's ring comes to mind; 1 of 10. I'm starting to think the Royal Crown has something to do with family ties, especially with these three families.

By decorating this mausoleum, I'm sending a message. One I knew would get to the right person.

Popping the trunk to the stolen Jeep, I place the bucket in the back on top of the plastic tarp. After climbing into the driver's seat, my phone goes off in my pocket. I pull it out glancing at the number.

"It's been a minute," I say to the person on the other end of the line.

"You're off task, Beastie," the benefactor says. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be cleaning up the mess you left behind."

I sit back in my seat. He's angry, the growl in his voice tells me I'm right. It reminds me of how Priest speaks when me or my brothers mess up. He's not happy with me.

"My mess is clean. The last of that night has been dealt with."

There is silence on the other end of the phone, but I know he hasn't hung up. I remain silent as well, waiting for him to speak again.

"Don't start digging under rocks…"

"Or I'll attract the wrong person?" I finish for him. "Right, Maksim?"

He's silent again.

I started to assume that there was a connection to the benefactor and the Royal Crown after talking to Timothy. They both had the same knowledge of the Church and the same attitude toward it.

Finding the guys at the club with the same tattoos that also mentioned a rogue brother, further convinced me. The assumption of the benefactor being the rogue brother Maksim was a leap, but I'm convinced I'm right.

His chuckle comes through the phone. "You're smarter than they said you were."

"I guess we're both full of surprises," I counter.

"A bit of advice, be careful when you kick a hornet's nest, when they swarm, they attack everyone around you."

His threat was clear. He once before made it known that he would not involve women and children in his affairs, however who ever he's running from has no problem bringing Summer and Gabe into this.

I still needed to know one last thing.

"Is that your way of telling me you've made your decision?"

Another moment of silence.

"No, I'm still undecided."

This time when the phone goes silent, I know he's hung up. His words linger with me. I had no doubt that going after whoever this Corbyn person is will cause some backlash. I'm prepared for it.

Now that everyone from that night has been handled and no one else can attach Summer and Gabe to me, I should disappear. That way, when the fall out happens, they will be safe.

However, as I maneuver the jeep back to my apartment to clean it, my only thought is getting back home to Summer.

Two hours later, when I walk into the back door, my thoughts are still on what I should be doing.

I should walk in and tell her I'm leaving. I should hug my son one last time and kiss Summer before disappearing out of their lives.

When I turn the corner into the living room, I spot Summer sitting on the couch. A grocery bag in her lap, a pair of scissors in her hands as she cuts the braids out of her hair.

She looks at me and smiles. "I have a hair appointment in the morning. I have to take these braids out. It's time."

This is it. This is the time to tell her goodbye. It was never meant to last forever. Mother tried to warn me of this numerous times. I'm not made for happily ever afters. I'll never be able to tame the darkness inside me.

"You okay?" Her soft voice asks.

I pause, looking for the right words to say goodbye. To say this is the end.

"Yeah. You need help?" I ask, dropping my black duffle on the floor at my feet.

As much as I know what I'm supposed to do, the words will not come out.

"That demon has you, Boy. Your selfishness will cause her death. You are godless,"Mother taunts in my head.

In this, she is right. For once, I'm allowing that darkness in me to win. I can't give them up.

I walk into the living room and sit down on the couch beside her. She gets up and sits on the floor between my legs. She then hands me a comb with a long pointy end.

"Use the point to help you take the braids out," she instructs.

She then turns to our dragon show. For two hours, I help Summer take her braids out. When we are done, I help her wash her hair in the shower, then fuck her up against the wall.

Whatever happens, I'll be here to keep her safe, but I can't let her go.