Chapter 29

TWENTY-NINE

brAXTON

L ooking over, I spy Aella. She's used the hospital room shower to clean up after her shift undercover for her father. Now she's stuffing all her belongings into the duffle bag she's been keeping in the room with me.

I've been arguing with her for two days, and it isn't safe to keep coming here. She could be seen or found out. After all, she is her father's daughter, and the media loves to catch glimpses of her every chance they can.

"I think you need to stay more at your apartment," I tell her. She pads over and motions for me to move over on the bed to make room for her.

"This again? Really, Brax. Just give it up." She sighs, pulling the covers Miles had brought from my bedroom to the hospital for me over us both. She settles in and closes her eyes beside me.

The bed is meager, and it's uncomfortable for both of us. But it means we end up tangled together closely as we sleep. And that, I can't complain about .

"I just…" I begin, and her hand on my chest, sliding down my stomach, stops me.

"Shh, just be quiet. It was a long shift." She does this: comes here, decompresses after work, and naps for a short while, and then she'll get up and get us dinner. Sometimes, Miles brings dinner.

Thinking about Miles is confusing, and a thrill races inside me. The moment we kissed comes rushing back to me. It'll live in my mind for the rest of my days. I thought I'd only have the kiss we shared years ago to dwell on. To use when I'm feeling naughty, sliding my cock through my hand in moments of weakness.

She clears her throat, and I'm present again. My eyes open.

"Is this for me?" she asks, and her hand skims over my hard dick behind my sweatpants.

I groan, unable to help myself.

"I—Pl—Please, Aella. Don't…" I grit out as she grips me firmer, stroking lazily as she looks deep into my eyes, not shying away from how intensely I'm staring back at her.

"What were you thinking about?" she asks, reading me perfectly.

"Nothing," I say, trying to shove her hand away.

But she's stealthy and finds me again, this time squeezing.

I turn into her, breaking her hold on me. "I was thinking about the kiss. With Miles," I admit, knowing she's going to torture me until I tell her.

I was semi-awake when Miles was talking to her the other night .

" The collective us."

It's a term stuck in my brain, picking away at my grey matter since I heard him say it—begging to be riddled. Does he mean it? Could we three be a collective unit? Could we be together in every way that matters, every way we want to be?

"Do you think he meant what he said?" I ask, and that stops her hand from sliding up my thigh, where she is headed right back to the same spot to torture me.

"What?"

"The collective us," I say.

Her eyes flick to mine, and her hand drops away. "You were awake?"

I roll my eyes. "You know I can't sleep with noise. I can't sleep where I'm not comfortable. This place is the furthest I've ever been from comfort, Aella."

Sadness veils her eyes momentarily. "Yeah. I noticed you've been restless. Well, I hope he did. Even if it's selfish."

I smirk, now deciding to return the favor of torture, placing my hand on her bent knee and gliding it up her thigh as she fights a shiver. "Why's it selfish?"

She releases a shaky breath. "Because, like Miles said, I'm asking too much. Two princes and all."

I laugh, finally finding her heated core over her tight leggings with my hand and gripping it firmly. She gasps, and I wish I could bottle it like fireflies in the middle of summer. Capture it to behold its beauty repeatedly before I eventually have to release it because something so delicate isn't meant to be captured .

She shudders when I tighten my hand on her pussy.

"I don't think you're being selfish. I think you deserve all you want."

She smiles, and it's like looking directly into the sun. "Now, who's being selfish?"

"It's not selfish to take what you want in life, Bambi. It's wise."

Her mouth is agape as my hand finds the top of her waistband. She leans backward, giving me enough space to slip under the elastic. When I find her pussy lips, I spread them open, sliding my middle finger over her clit in slow, spellbinding swirls.

"Brax, we shouldn't," she whispers, looking towards the door.

"I've been sleeping next to you in this bed for days, having to hear the little noises you make and feel how excited your body still is, even while you're asleep."

"You're in pain," she manages as my finger skirts her entrance. Even in protest, though, she bends one leg to open for me—arches into each movement I make in her wetness.

"I'm not in too much to deny you something you need, Aella. Something we both need." My admittance hangs heavily between us for a moment before she nods and then pulls my hand from inside her pants.

The moment seems to pause as she wiggles out of her pants and helps me onto my back in the bed. When she finally settles, she's straddling me, her pussy bare and hovering over my throbbing dick.

My breathing takes off at a full sprint. Now I'm looking at the fucking door. "You don't think this will look even worse than the position we were just in?"

My idea hadn't been to fuck her. All I see when I close my eyes is her lying out on the hood of her Lexus, screaming to the stars for me. I'd wanted to make her come. Make her feel good.

"I don't care how it looks. Besides, they should knock first."

I laugh, and pain shoots through my belly from my incision. Even though I'm supposed to get discharged tomorrow, my body still reminds me I have a deep wound that's still healing. "What'll you tell them if they knock, Bambi?"

She's working my sweats down, and my cock flies free. Her hand grips me as she lines me up hastily, eyes wild and filled with need. "I'll tell them to fuck off."

"You won't stop, will you?" I ask breathlessly as she slides down my shaft, walls convulsing around every blessed inch of me as she seats herself.

She moans, eyes rolling back as she gets used to the stretch of being on top. "No," she admits. "They can look their fill."

"Brazen, aren't you?" I groan when she lifts and then slowly slides back down. She's tentative with each movement, rocking back and forth and feeling every stroke like it might be her last. But it's not. It's her first. It's her first time being in control and being on top, her first time feeling a dick at this angle. It's another first I'll gladly accept from here.

I register Miles when he comes into the room. He's taking us in, food bag in one hand, a drink carrier in the other. The look in his eyes is hungry. I want nothing more than to thrust up into her while our eyes are locked. But I can't. I don't have the strength in my middle. I don't even know yet if I have the strength to come for her. With her.

It might kill me.

It might rip my internal stitches.

But I don't care. He sets the food down on the small table near the television at the end of the bed and then moves back to the door and locks it.

That's when I turn back to Aella, pulling her body from the covers and letting Miles look his fill and letting him see where I fill her. Where she ends, and I begin.

"What if someone wants to watch?" I ask her teasingly.

Her eyes lock on mine, but her pupils are blown. She doesn't answer. She only leans forward and uses my shoulders for leverage to rock harder at an angle that has my cock on full display for Miles, who's standing at the end of the bed.

I can't see him anymore, not as Aella leans forward, fanning her breath against my mouth as she fucks me with clear intent to come.

"Bambi, you feel so goddamn good, fuck…" I groan, gripping her hips and squeezing firmly.

She gives me a little moan of thanks for the bite of pain.

"Am I hurting you?" she asks, but her eyes say she hopes I say no .

There's a deep pain in my stomach, but it's overridden entirely by how she feels as she slides me in and out of her body, squeezing with her walls as if she'll never let go.

"No, Aella. You'd never hurt me, would you?" I breathe, capturing her moan when I collide my mouth with hers.

She's fluttering around me, seeming so close to coming, until she stops moving. Her body is lax against mine, and I examine her face as it pinches in shock.

"What? What's wrong?"

She turns to look over her shoulder.

Miles leans over where I can see him. "Sorry. I'm not much for spectator sports. I'm hands-on." His lips tug upward as Aella squeaks.

That's when I feel it.

Fingers inside her ass are making her tighter around me. It's almost as if I can feel him brushing my cock himself. It makes me hungrier than I've ever been before.

"Aella, baby, Bambi, I need you to fucking move," I growl in response to the added friction of his fingers pumping in her ass.

She looks between us as if trying to decide what to do or who she is now.

Her eyes flick to the door.

"It's locked, princess. Now, fuck my brother while I fuck your ass. I want to see you come." Miles's demand makes her and I both groan as she rocks anew, this time harder than before .

She's bucking against his fingers and driving us both wild.

Miles turns her face to his, kissing her deeply. I watch it as my dick ruts inside her, so close to coming just from their kiss.

"Fuck," I grumble, gripping the hospital railings and holding on for dear life.

I don't know that this orgasm won't kill me, but if it's going to, at least I'll die a happy man.

Aella lets Miles's lips go and lays her body down atop mine. I fight the urge to tell her to lift back up through pain and pleasure. She lays her head on my shoulder, still rocking on my dick with enthusiasm.

"Kiss him, Miles. Let me see you give in while I come," Aella whimpers, her breathing speeding. "Kiss your brother," she says as if the term and the taboo nature of us being adopted brothers turns her on.

Filthy little deer.

Miles growls, leaning down and capturing my eager mouth. When his tongue waves against mine, I'm a goner. I lift the best I can and come hard and fast inside Aella. She buries her head in my neck as her walls clench down around me in ripples.

"Oh, God!" she repeats over and over as the orgasm continues to rip her to pieces.

Miles hangs close to my mouth, looking at me as if seeing me for the first time as Aella lifts and enters our bubble of contentment.

Her tongue darts out and slides into my mouth, turning my attention to her as I shift into her kiss, consumingly .

Then, she leaves my lips and captures Miles with sweet enthusiasm. He grips the back of her head like she's the first drink he's had in years.

I guess, in a way, she's the first fresh drink of water he or I have had in a lifetime. We're thirsty men.

She pulls back from him, looking between us both. "So, we're doing this, yeah?"

Her breathless question comes out more like a plea.

Miles and I look at one another for a long, pregnant moment. I give him all the space he needs to answer.

He nods. "We're doing this."

A knock at the door breaks the moment to bits, and Miles pulls his fingers free of Aella's ass, and she hisses. I likewise can't contain a moan as she slides off me.

"Mr. Bardot, open this door! You have a visitor!" It's an unknown voice, likely that of a nurse I've met a million times over the last few days.

"Visitor?" Miles asks, and Aella shimmies into her leggings, clearly uncomfortable with how wet between her thighs is with my cum leaking out of her. But it gives me a hell of a thrill to know a part of me is inside her. Even if it makes me a sick fuck.

"I'm going to go clean up," she says, smirking like a devilish little minx as she slips into the bathroom.

Miles and I stare at one another for a moment as I shove myself back into my sweats and right the bedsheets.

But then, he moves to open the door, and the world tilts more than a little off its axis as Aella's father walks through the door with a basket of items with a card attached, not unlike the ones from the Cobras who've sent things to my room over the last few days.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Miles snarls.

"Dad?" Aella says breathlessly, coming out of the bathroom.

Walter's shock is equally as unsettling as he looks his daughter over and then glances between the three of us.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asks sternly.