Chapter Thirty-Six
Raleigh
The sound of footsteps barreling up the stairs is the only warning that I get before my bedroom door bursts open, Serenity steps inside before turning around and shutting the door. Without turning around, she says, “I’m not looking I swear, but your brothers just pulled into the driveway, and umm…they didn’t look very happy at seeing *his* truck here,” she says, putting emphasis on the word *his*.
“Shit,” I mutter, moving to climb out of the bed.
Lincoln wraps his hand around my bicep, halting me from making any further movements. His body is still covering mine, blocking any chance of anyone seeing any part of me, if they were to look, all they would see is my head sticking out from beneath his body. “We're not finished here,” he husks, his tone serious.
I hear the front door slam shut and panic settles in my gut as I turn to him, grab ahold of his face and say, “I love that you want to take care of me and erase what *he* did to me, but we have to be finished because if not, we’re going to have a hell of a lot more to explain to my brothers than you being my boyfriend.”
He looks at me for a moment and I can practically see the internal battle being waged within his mind.
Finally, he releases a sigh of defeat. “Fine,” he mutters, pinning me with a look that lets me know that he means what he says. “But I meant it when I said that we’re not finished. There are things that we need to discuss.”
I nod, loving his protectiveness of me. He growls, then places his thumb against my bottom lip, pulling my lip from my teeth as he closes the distance between us, stopping just shy of our lips touching as he growls, “What have I said about you biting this lip?”
Although I hadn’t even realized that I’d been chewing on it, I giggle and press my lips against his. Groaning, Lincoln pulls back, placing his forehead against my own, and with his eyes closed, grunts, “Fuck, we need to stop. Otherwise, regardless of your brothers being here, I’m going to end up following through with all the things that I’ve been dreaming of doing to you.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease, surprisingly the thought of taking things further not scaring the shit out of me, but instead turning me on. Grinning up at him and intentionally biting my bottom lip, I reach between us and slip my hand into his pants, grasping ahold of his hard cock and begin stroking his length.
“Fuck!” he groans, thrusting into my palm.
From the doorway, I hear a groan seconds before Serenity whisper shouts, “Guys! Get off of each other and get fucking dressed now! You don’t have time for this,” reminding me that we aren’t alone and that we have a more pressing issue waiting downstairs. Three of them, to be exact.
Reluctantly, we pull away from one another, stealing glances and secret smiles as we get dressed.
I step into the kitchen, Lincoln’s hand clasped within my own, with Serenity at our backs, to find all three of my brothers sitting around the kitchen table, untouched coffee mugs in front of each of them, with matching glares on their faces as they shift their attention from me to Lincoln and then back again.
“About fucking time you got your ass down here!” Ryler shouts at the same time that Rowan stands from his seat, the chair falling to the floor behind him with the force with which he stood, shouting, “What the fuck is going on here?”
I glance at Lincoln for a second nibbling at my lip as nerves assault me. But, when I find his reassuring gaze trained on me and he gives me a nod to go ahead, I take a step toward my brothers, releasing his hand as I do. Pulling out my chair, I drop into the seat and look at my brothers, making eye contact with each one before starting. “I’ll explain everything but Ro, please have a seat.”
His piercing gaze moves from mine to Lincoln, just as I feel him step up behind me, his hands finding my shoulders and squeezing gently, as my brother picks up his chair and sits down in it, the chair facing backward, with his strong forearms braced against the top of the back of the chair.
“So, this is Lincoln, my boyfriend,” I start, then rush on, not wanting to give them time to dwell too much on that information. “Last night after the game, Serenity and I went to a party. It ended up being at Brady Steven’s house.” At the mention of Brady’s name, I watch all three of my brother’s faces morph from ones of irritation and confusion to anger. “We were drinking,” I continue, “and…umm…h-he—” My throat tightens up and tears begin streaming down my face as I try to dredge up the courage to force the words out.
“Brady took advantage of her,” Serenity finishes for me, picking up that I’m struggling to get the words out.
“He did what?” Rowan growls at the same time that Ryker and Ryler shout, “Fucking dead!”
“I’m so sorry,” I cry, standing up and turning into Lincoln, burying my face against his hard stomach when his arms wrap around me, trying to comfort me.
“You should have gone to the police!” Rowan shouts as he stands back up from his chair. Unable to face the disappointment that I know I’m going to find on my brothers' faces, I grasp ahold of Lincoln tighter, pulling his body closer to my own.
I hear two more chairs skid back from the table as Ryler and Ryker also jump to their feet.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Rowan demands just as Serenity’s voice speaks up.
“And what would the police have done?” She asks, her voice soft compared to those of my brothers.
“We’re going to take care of that fucker! He’s gone too far,” Ryler says in response to Rowan’s question.
Followed up by Ryker’s angry voice as he says, “No fucker messes with our sister and gets away with it!”
“My brother and I gave him a pretty good beat down last night,” Lincoln says, the sound of his voice rumbling against my ear.
“You were there?” Ryler asks.
“And you let him hurt her?” Ryker grinds out, sounding as though he’s barely controlling the anger that I know is coursing through him.
Pulling away, but not wanting to cut contact completely, I grasp ahold of Lincoln’s hand as I turn towards my brothers to defend him and let them know that he wasn’t there, but before I get the chance to get the words out, Serenity butts in.
“No, he wasn’t,” She says, coming to stand on my other side. Reaching down, she grasps ahold of my free hand and gives it a slight squeeze.
“Raleigh called me upset,” Lincoln begins, his frustration about what happened clear by the tone of his voice. “The call got disconnected and when I couldn’t get through to her, I called Serenity to see if she knew where she was at. After Serenity told me that Brady had dragged her away, Bos and I headed straight there as soon as we got off of the bus.”
“This is so fucked!” Ryker growls, running his fingers through his hair and shaking his head in frustration.
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