Page 30 of Reaper Razed
“Yeah, that about covers it.” He grins at me. “Here.” He reaches around, grabbing a couple of pills and a glass. “You need to take these, and I’ll get Barbie to send some food down. We don’t know what they gave you, so we need to keep an eye on you for a few days.” He grins again. “Looks like I drew the short straw.” He winks and slides off the bed.
Is he flirting with me? Nah, fuck it, I must have been totally out of it and drugged well and truly to be thinking that. He’s totally into girls; he has that cheerleader thing, and he’s a kid, and he’s Ray's brother, Ray's kid brother at that. Fuck, whatever they gave me has right fucked me up.
“ …Did you hear me? Dice?”
“What?” My eyes shoot up at him. I blink again and shake my head. “Sorry!”
He leans over with some orange juice. “Here, drink this. It should help. Food will be here soon. If you wanna shower, just get up slowly, but leave the door unlocked in case you need me, okay?”
I reach to take the glass and wince, glancing down at my arm. There’s a small bandage around my bicep. I take a gulp of the juice, swing my legs off the bed, and take a deep breath. I stand, a little shaky, but I make it to the door of the bathroom. Turning to face Dane, my eyes skate up his body, taking in his physique. He’s lean like an athlete, ripped but not bulky like Bran. He’s clearly packing, which makes me subconsciously lick my lips as my gaze rakes up the V, dipping into… wait, are those my boxer shorts?
I cock a brow, and a frown of confusion must flash across my face. I continue my gaze up his abs and his pecs; his arms fold across his chest, which breaks me out of my trance, and my eyes fly up to his. He has a smirk across his face, and his hazel eyes are glinting at me in amusement. He's about my height with dirty blonde, dishevelled hair. I swallow as I glance down at his smirk and back to his eyes.
“You good?”
“Hot… really hot!”
The smile that spreads across his face is fucking sexy as fuck, and that itself elicits a gasp of surprise as I feel my dick stirring.
“You need a…” He quickly glances down at it and back up to my gaze. “Hand?” He bites down on his lip.
I fumble for the handle and go back into the bathroom, shaking my head. As I step into the bathroom, I close the door and lean against it. What the fuck just happened?
Steel
I wake up feeling queasy and slightly groggy. I go to sit up but grab my head. “Motherfucker!” A body moves at the side of me, and I glance over to see my wife only to find… her fucking brother… in my bed… with me in my underwear! “What the fuck, Bran?”
“Morning,” he replies sleepily.
“Morning?” I question. “Bran, why the fuck are you here? Where’s my wife? And why the fuck does my head feel like I’ve got a herd of fucking elephants tap-dancing to a drum band in it?”
He grins over at me. “Ray told me to be here, she’s in the office, and that’s a longer story, here!” He grabs some pills and a glass of water and hands them to me. “Why the fuck are you wearing my clothes?” I shout after him as he leaves the room.
A few minutes later, he comes in with a glass of juice and a bouncing Rottie, who dives up on the bed and licks my face before looking at Ray's side, whining and laying down, resting his head in my lap. I rub my fingers behind his ear as I drink the juice. Bran slides back onto the bed, sitting against the headboard and crossing his legs at the ankles.
“What do you remember?”
“The meeting with The Armoury. Where’s Dice and Dozer?”
“They’re fine. Dozer’s in the spare room with Beauty, and Dice is in his with Dane. They weren’t The Armoury! You were drugged and taken. They sent a video of you with another woman to Ray and one of Dozer to Beauty, they—”
“What the fuck do you mean with another woman, Bran? I wouldn’t. Where’s Ray? I need to see her… ” I dive up but then stagger and fall back.
“Fucking steady, you daft twat! We don’t know what they gave you. You need to take it steady for a few days!”
“Where’s my phone? I need to call her… Bran, my fucking phone?”
“Listen, you don’t really want to talk to her while she’s ‘working’…” He makes stupid fucking air quotes around “working”. “She’s not herself at the minute and needs to work through some things!”
“Fuck, Bran, she doesn’t think I would, does she? I wouldn’t! I couldn’t! I… ” l trail off as I drop my head back to the headboard and drag my hands through my hair. “How bad is it? Does she hate me? Can I salvage anything?” Letting out a sigh, I ask, “How fucked am I, Bran? Give it to me straight.”
He’s grinning at me like a motherfucker when my eyes meet his.
“Aww, you’re just so fucking adorable. You honestly believe that if you had cheated on my sister, you would be sitting here now talking about it… with me? Cute, Steel, real cute.”
“Bran, I know you’d kick my ass—”
He barks out a laugh at that and shakes his head. “You’re such a fucking clueless dick. You all are!” He shakes his head again. “You’ve no idea who you’ve married, do you? You poor motherfucker!” He huffs a sigh and puts his hand on my shoulder. “Steel, I love you like a brother, mainly because you're married to my sister, and she loves you more than anything.