Honey Letter

I lit up from seeing Kayden and Wendy eating together, so I immediately went over to dine with my friends. They were across from each other, so I sat next to Kayden while Sandy sat on the other side next to Wendy.

"Look who finally woke up," Kayden said with a wide smile before nipping at a slice of bread.

My face got warm, suddenly self-conscious about my appearance. My hair was a mess from sleeping so long and only got worse when that guy took me so roughly.

"I slept really well," I said, eagerly grabbing a fork to stab one of the pre-cut-up chunks of ham. "Despite the interruptions."

Kayden leaned forward, lazily smiling and resting his head on his palm. "Did my morning visit upset you?"

I chewed on my ham to hide my smile as I kept my eyes forward and blushed. It was seasoned deliciously, but I wasn't going to eat much because of the nerves in my stomach. For some reason, I didn't want him to know how much I liked the way he touched me.

"Kayden told me," Wendy said, leaning forward with interest, "that you completely melted into his touch when he was using you!"

My eyes shot at the girl, but I tried not to show my frustration on my face. I swallowed my food. "I mean, I was asleep for most of it," I said a little sharper than I intended.

Kayden's lazy grin turned a little cocky. "When you did wake up, you went from wet to completely drenched."

My heart stammered with embarrassment. Okay, this was why I didn't want him to know that I liked it! That damn arrogant smile on his face!

"You were imagining it," I said stubbornly. "I was just too tired to push you off me!"

Kayden took a sip of his drink. "Well. I guess next time I'll try to be even gentler. So you don't wake up at all. Would you like that?"

My stammering heart picked up its pace even more. Was he serious? He was gonna keep coming into my room and using my body while I was completely vulnerable and helpless? My thighs rubbed back and forth, the warmth in my core at total all-out-war with my brain. I felt like I wasn't supposed to be excited by it. That even if he could play with me whenever he wanted, I should be demanding he wake me up first.

Kayden slowly scooched closer to me, our bodies touching. His closeness and warmth melted away any thought of defiance that was holding on for dear life in my head.

I peeked up at him while I chewed on some ham. "You're gonna keep visiting me in the morning?" I mumbled weakly. His friendly eyes and casual smile charmed away all my worries. Damn it, how did he do this to me so easily?

"When I feel like it," he answered, his voice soft and intimate by my ear. "Would you like me to be gentler or rougher next time?"

Something in the corner of my mind was screaming in frustration, how his voice and eyes were so friendly while still making clear that my body belonged to him. The arrogance of giving me a choice of how I wanted him to take me, while stating so simply that he was going to keep inviting himself into my bed either way. But that frustrated voice in my head was cowering under the other voice inside that was happily indulging in his warm presence.

I swallowed my food and looked up at him. "I want you to start gentle," I whispered, our bodies getting closer as we spoke. His eyes lit up at my desire. I spoke without restraint because I trusted that he would do exactly what I request. "Start gentle while I'm asleep. Then pick up the pace to wake me up. Finish however you want."

Kayden lightly licked his lips as our faces got closer to each other. My face burned, realizing that even though I'd already had sex three times, I'd never been kissed. I wanted it to be him.

"Look at you," he whispered, taking my cheek in his hand. "Making demands instead of asking. I like that in a woman."

I leaned into him desperately, my eyes fluttering between his eyes and lips. Even though I'd had sex so recently, I felt my core flooding with a rush to be filled again. I was certain Kayden could bring me to another climax in no time. All he had to do was bend me over in front of everyone, in front of his own girlfriend, and give me more of those beautiful free moans he has.

As Kayden's lips were an inch away from mine, our breaths sliding together as one, he suddenly pulled away. Sandy stood up abruptly.

"Alright, Kayden," she said, "We just came here to grab a bite, but we've got some work to get to."

My head went light from disappointment as Kayden's hands left my body.

Wendy collapsed to the table with tight fists. "Damn it Sandy! They were about to kiss! It was so hot and you completely ruined the moment!"

EXACTLY!

Kayden just laughed, grabbing more bread to eat.

"Okay?" Sandy said. "Just go ahead and kiss so we can get on our way."

"Nah," Kayden mumbled while chewing. "The romantic vibe is ruined. Way to blow up our fun, Sandy!" He was clearly being sarcastic, laughing about the whole thing.

I personally didn't give a fuck if the vibe was 'ruined.' The only thing that was now stopping me from jumping on Kayden and sticking my tongue down his throat was the bread he was chewing on.

Sandy came around the table and grabbed my arm to pull me off the bench.

"Could you have waited just one minute?" I whined as I walked beside her to leave.

Sandy rolled her eyes. "One minute? The way you two were drooling over each other, it was gonna turn into thirty minutes of you two fucking on the table while I was trying to eat. No thanks."

I scratched my cheek. "I guess you have a point. That's exactly what I was hoping for."

Sandy chuckled. "Besides, we'll be lucky if no one fucks you on our way to the next building."

We stepped outside and my dreamy feeling brain suddenly sobered up again. My eyes locked on various good-looking men in the distance. The abrupt departure left my core hot and hungry.

Sandy pulled me to the side, taking us down a path with no people. "Come on, I know some ways to our destination where we're not likely to run into anyone."

I walked beside her with a bit of a pouty face. I wouldn't have minded walking past a group of guys at all. I wanted Kayden, but my needy desire was fresh and intense enough that I knew I would've had a good time with anyone who pulled me aside to use for a bit. Even if they were rougher than the last guy.

We reached a circular building and stepped inside. Across the room were thin padded mattresses, and all along the room were various supply tables and bookshelves. I immediately noted all the powders, ingredients, vials, and magical tomes, remembering Sandy telling me I'd study healing.

"I'd hoped Gerrik would still be recovering in here," Sandy said, the two of us moving over to a supply table. "It would've been useful to teach a few basics by just showing how I work."

"Gerrik was injured?" I asked innocently. I thought I understood why, but I didn't want to say it.

"Yeah," Sandy said. "He's one of our main raiders. The guys on the crew that most often go out to attack trading caravans. He's one of the best we have, but raiding is always dangerous. Anyone can come back hurt, or..."

There was discomfort in her eyes as she trailed off, opening up some drawers to find and take out a mortar and pestle. I'd obviously known the entire time that we were bandits, but it was really sinking in now. I tried not to wonder how many people on the victim side got hurt during the raids.

Sandy started by guiding me through a simple process of grinding up alchemical ingredients. It was a struggle at first, the creature claws constantly slipping to the side instead of being crushed. She showed me a technique where I could get the ingredients stable for easier grinding.

The longer I got into the technique, the more satisfying it got. It made me realize how bored I probably would've gotten here if the only think I had to do was snack and have sex. It was much lighter than farm work but gave me a challenge to work on.

After I had a handle on the mortar and pestle, Sandy told me we'd get to potion mixing and incantations later. And treating wounds with them after I had a handle on that too. Until then, I'd spend my evenings helping keep our stock of alchemy ingredients grounded up for use. So she guided me around all of the supply tables, teaching me where everything was in each of drawers and cabinets. I paid close attention, good at keeping track of tasks like this.

As we were finishing, she sat down beside one of the thin padded mattresses, looking at it with distant eyes, like she was remembering a time when someone she cared about was wounded there.

I sat down beside her. "There's no one injured right now," I say, keeping my voice light. "Are these beds filled very often?" There were a total of twelve across the room, with more rolled up in a corner of the room. The thought of them all occupied made my stomach tighten.

"Not always. The raiders go out around once a month, relying on the scouts to figure out where and when the targets will be vulnerable. They know to retreat if it's too risky. Sometimes it goes smoothly and everyone's fine. Most of the times, there's some light injuries before they get out. Every once in a while, we do lose someone."

Sandy's voice was tight, like she was trying to speak calmly despite some painful memories. I gulped, staring blankly at the mattress.

There was a strange camaraderie in the Brotherhood. When I first saw the free-use dynamics, I just assumed the vibe here would be the women in total subservience to the men. But it felt like between the men risking their lives to bring riches back the hide-out, and the women embracing the fun of obediently servicing their lusts, a mutual care did develop between many of the members. The Brotherhood was a family.
"From what I could see today," Sandy said, giving me a weak smile, "you already met someone here you care about."

My cheeks very lightly warmed.

"So take this work as a healer seriously. How skilled we are at this is the difference between life and death for our brothers."

"I will," I say with a convicted nod.

I wanted to ask if Kayden's main job was raiding, but I didn't. Because I wasn't ready to picture him in one of these beds.