Chapter 52

WALKER

Hayden and I returned home in the wee hours of the morning, our arms laden with goods for Dominic. I’d filled Hayden in on our plan to trap the Black Skulls, and the prospect of a fight had him buzzing with excitement.

Dominic was lounging on the deck when we arrived. I tossed him the hefty package, which he caught with ease.

“Here’s the haul,” I announced.

He nodded, taking a swig of his beer as he examined the package. Hayden joined us, handing me a beer before leaning against the railing. I took a seat across from Dominic, noticing a distant look in his eyes.

“You alright?” I asked.

He sighed, “I know it’s a lot to ask, but could I crash here? I’m tired of the motel.”

I glanced at Hayden, who just shrugged. “I don’t mind you bunking with us, but our girl isn’t exactly your biggest fan,” I chuckled.

“And she’s our priority,” Hayden added.

“Absolutely. As it should be,” Dominic agreed.

“Let Hayden and I talk to her first before we make any decisions,” I suggested.

Dominic nodded. “Did you tell Hayden about what I shared earlier?” he asked.

“Yeah. He knew you were my brother before you did.”

Dominic looked at Hayden, who met his gaze without flinching. Dominic shrugged and took another gulp of his beer.

“If you’re moving in, you better start chipping in for the beer,” Hayden said.

“Not a problem,” Dominic replied.

“Once you find out where they’re dealing, text me the location. We’ll bring the crew,” I instructed.

Hayden had been texting our gang members all night. We were ready to take down the Black Skulls.

Dominic finished his beer with a sigh. “My mother left me an inheritance I didn’t know about until recently. I think our...our dad must have contributed a lot to it,” he shared.

“How much?” Hayden asked bluntly.

I shot him a look. Always straight to the point with him!

“Just under a million. I had to use some of it to get by.”

Not bad, I thought. But I had more.

“I want to invest it in the Raffiel as a sign of my loyalty and commitment.”

I glanced at Hayden, who was studying Dominic intently.

“And what’s in it for you?” Hayden asked slowly.

Dominic shrugged. “I just want things to go back to how they were before I messed up. The three of us, friends again.”

Hayden raised an eyebrow. “For that to happen, you two need to start getting along,” I pointed out.

Dominic looked at Hayden, who was still giving him that eerie head tilt.

“If he’s willing, so am I.”

Dominic stood and extended his hand to Hayden. Hayden straightened and closed the gap between them.

“You might be Walker’s real brother, but don’t think I won’t put a bullet in your head if you screw up again,” he warned.

Dominic nodded, and they shook hands in a firm grip. Their arms strained in a silent test of strength until Dominic finally pulled away.

“You’re a fucking nutcase,” he told Hayden.

Borderline, I thought.

Hayden grinned. “Yes, I am,” he confirmed.

He slapped Dominic on the cheek. “Asshole!” Dominic lunged at him.

I laughed as they wrestled, just like we used to when we were kids. They threw a few punches, and somehow Dominic managed to pin Hayden down, his arm around his neck.

“Give!” he demanded.

“Fucking jerk!” Hayden spat.

“Give,” Dominic repeated.

As kids, if we ever wrestled, Dominic and I knew we had to make Hayden surrender or he’d keep coming at you like a madman. Hayden was my secret weapon. His dark side made him a formidable fighter, and he had no qualms about killing when necessary.

Dominic was the quiet one. He could hunt down and kill anyone discreetly. Now that he was back, I knew the Black Skulls didn’t stand a chance.

All I needed to do was talk to Tayla about Dominic moving in with us. My chest ached with a sudden longing to see her.

“I’m going to check on Tayla,” I told them.

“Give!” Hayden cried.

Dominic released him and stepped back. Hayden sprang up. “I’m going to have another beer. You in?” he asked Dominic.

“You can stay in the guest room,” I offered Dominic.

Dominic smiled. “That would be great.”

Hayden punched him on the arm, and I left them to their antics.

I headed towards Hayden’s room, slipping inside and shutting the door behind me. Tayla was asleep on her side, her hair spread out on the pillow. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. But I knew better.

My cock was already hard by the time I stripped down and slid into bed behind her. I buried my face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. I watched her face as I slid my hand down from her shoulder, over her ribs, to her hip. She moaned softly as I slid my hand into her shorts and pressed on her clit.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to look at me. “Walker?” she whispered.

I moved over her, spreading her legs with my knee and settling between them. I pulled her top off over her head and tossed it aside. I yanked her shorts down her legs and threw them too.

She was gloriously naked beneath me, her eyes burning into mine. I spread her thighs wide and lowered my mouth to her pussy.

Her gasp echoed in the room as I delved my tongue into her, savoring the taste of her arousal. I could spend an eternity pleasuring her this way, never growing weary of it.

Her hand found its way to my head as I moved my tongue to her sensitive bud, teasing it with quick flicks. I felt her legs twitch slightly, so I slowed my pace, opting for long, firm strokes instead.

Her moans filled the room as she arched her back, my tongue lavishing attention on her over and over again.

“Please? I need you inside me now,” she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.

I raised my head, meeting her halfway as she sat up and cupped my face. Her lips crashed onto mine in a fervent kiss that left me breathless.

I shifted beneath her, lifting her hips and aligning her with my cock. Slowly, I guided her down, her warmth enveloping me like a glove. I released her, allowing her to sink down completely, our kiss unbroken.

A moan escaped my lips, muffled by her mouth, as I reveled in the sensation of our bodies joined. I laid back, breaking our kiss, my hands finding her breasts as we locked eyes, the air between us crackling with desire.

“Fuck me, little one,” I urged her.

Her hands found my biceps, pinning them to the bed as she began to move, her hips grinding against mine. I allowed her this small act of dominance, watching her face as she began to ride me.

I lifted my hips slightly as she slid down my length, her lips parting in a silent gasp.

“More!” I commanded.

She quickened her pace, her arousal coating me, her movements creating a delicious friction. I watched her, her face flushed with exertion, as I continued to thrust up into her.

“Come on, little one. Fuck me hard!” I encouraged.

“I can’t,” she panted, her breaths coming in short gasps.

“Then I will!”

With a swift movement, I flipped us over, my hand finding her throat. Her legs spread wide, and I thrust back into her, her cry echoing in the room.

With my free hand, I bent her leg onto my shoulder, pinning her beneath me. I began to pound into her, harder and harder, her cries of my name filling the room.