Corps Security in Hope Town: For You (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by J. M. Walker

  His Navy squad, Vice-One, and the motorcycle club I was with, King’s Harlots, worked together to bring down an organization run by sick bastards who dealt with human trafficking and sex slavery. It was a cruel world knowing that they were only one of many sources. But bringing an end to them, made our small town back home, safer. Even if it was just for a little bit.

  The Organization, as they liked to be called, was only one entity, but destroying them was a start.

  “It’s over for us,” I added, squeezing Coby’s knee in reassurance.

  “Yeah,” he kissed the side of my head. “It is.”

  (Coby)

  Taking a trip away was a good idea. I would have to thank Dr. Santos for that. Although I had started visiting Hope Town for different reasons, this little getaway was doing us some good. I just prayed the end of this trip would be just as good as the beginning.

  Everything inside of me screamed for me to tell Brogan about the meeting I had the next morning, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I didn’t want to get her hopes up. I needed to meet Zachary by myself the first time. I needed to gain his trust.

  No matter how much time Brogan and I spent together just the two of us, or even how much we played in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but still feel that guilt Tina bestowed on me. She was no longer alive, but I could feel her scratching inside my head, trying to find a way out and, only when I closed my eyes, did she finally make an appearance.

  It was sick and twisted the way she still abused me, even after death. Dr. Santos said it would take time. Blah blah blah. But I wasn’t a patient man. I wanted to be ‘fixed’ right away.

  Ridding myself of those heavy thoughts, I took a sip of water, watching Brogan over the rim of the glass.

  Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glowing with lust and desire. But the submissive in her refused to ask for what she needed because she knew that I would give her that release she craved when the timing was right.

  “Coby,” Brogan’s soft voice slid over my skin.

  “Yeah, little one?”

  She chewed her bottom lip, playing with the napkin in her lap. “I don’t want a long engagement.”

  My heart stuttered. This woman knew how to distract me and get me out of my head, and I loved her even more for it. “Neither do I.”

  We had been to several weddings already with our friends getting paired off one by one. My brothers and I were the same. We were impatient and didn’t want to wait. We wanted to make it official so we could start building the rest of our lives with the women we loved.

  “So after this weekend, can we start planning? It doesn’t have to be a big wedding. I’m not Max. I don’t need all that girly shit.” Brogan laughed. Her MC sister, Maxine Stanton, wanted a princess wedding, while Brogan would get married in her boots if her sisters allowed her. Although, if she wore boots, her hot as hell leather shorts, and a tank top on our wedding day, I wouldn’t mind in the least.

  My dick grew at the thought.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Brogan asked, her eyes darkening.

  “I’m just imagining you in that sexy little outfit you like to tease me with on a daily basis.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “You know the one. Black leather shorts. Tank top. And those hot as fuck boots.” I groaned, sliding my mouth down the length of her jaw. “It makes it hard not to fuck you like an animal every time you wear that outfit.”

  Her breath hitched. “I’m going to wear white,” she breathed. “Even though there’s nothing pure about me.”

  I leaned back, my dick pushing against the zipper of my dress pants. “White works,” I croaked, adjusting myself.

  She grinned, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, baby. It will be something that’s easy to take off. I’ll probably still wear my boots.”

  “You’re dressed up now.” I brushed a hand over her bare shoulder. “I found this dress in the back of your closet. Did Maxine pick this out with you?”

  “Yeah,” her cheeks reddened, “we went shopping a few months ago. She chose the dress and the shoes. Taught me how to do my hair and makeup for whenever I would wear it. Although I was adamant about my hair being in a ponytail. Because you know,” she waggled her eye brows. “Easier for you to hold onto.”

  “Fuck me,” my dick wept at her words. “You can’t say things like that to me.”

  She giggled, her eyes bright with amusement.

  “Those shoes,” I pointed at the gold strappy sandals with the five-inch heels on her feet, and leaned down to her ear. “I would cut off my balls just to feel you walking on my chest with those things on.”

  “Holy fucking hell,” she breathed. “You can’t say things like that to me, Porter.”

  I chuckled, enjoying this hot back and forth banter. “I’ve missed this.”

  “Me too.” She winked, cuddling into my side. “If it wasn’t for Max’s help, I’d be a hot mess right now. I’m so not a girl.” She laughed, rubbing the back of her neck.

  “You are,” I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “You’re my girl.” It was a corny line but the smile it brought to Brogan’s face, was well worth it.

  ONCE WE ARRIVED at Dirty Dog, the younger self inside of me squealed. Having three older brothers stopping me from living my life, didn’t do well for all the things I wanted to explore as soon as I turned twenty-one. But now that I was older and with the man that I loved, I knew this moment would be one I would never forget. Especially with the foreign object inside my body.

  Neither of us drank. Having a brother, who was an alcoholic before he died, stopped me from putting liquor to my lips. Coby on the other hand didn’t drink because he liked to be in control too much. That very thought sent shivers down my spine.

  “This place is packed.” Coby held my hand and led me up to the bouncer standing at the door.

  “Shouldn’t we wait in line?” I asked, earning glares from the long lineup of people waiting to get into their favorite club.

  “Don’t worry, little one.” Coby kissed my head, stopping us once we reached the larger man waiting to let people into the club.

  He glanced between Coby and I and back to Coby.

  Much to my surprise, Coby shook his hand and whispered something in his ear.

  The bouncer met my gaze, gave me a warm smile and stood back, letting both of us enter the larger building.

  “How the hell did you do that?” I asked Coby once we were in the club.

  He placed his hand at the small of my back, giving me a wink but never answering my question. “This night is for you, little one,” he kissed my neck. “I will do anything to make sure that you’re happy.”

  “I am happy but since when do you have pull in a town you’ve never been to before?” Not that I didn’t appreciate it but curiosity got the better of me and I was dying to know.

  “I have been here before.”

  “You only started coming here for the past week, Coby. Did you make friends during your time here?”

  Coby chuckled, leading us further into the club. “I did my research and found out that a lot of the families are military or ex-military.”

  “So you tossed around the fact that you’re a Navy SEAL?”

  “Like I said, Brogan,” he pinched my chin. “I will do anything to make you happy. Throwing around my title is no exception. But in this case, I did it the old fashioned way and made reservations,” he said with a smirk.

  I think I fell in love with him a little more at that point.

  Once we reached the end of the hall, Coby stepped to the side.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped, taking in the sight before me. “This place is huge.” I counted not one, not two, but five bars.

  “It is. I read that this place has been packed every night since it opened. The owner’s a damn lucky bastard that he came up with the idea when he did.”

  “What other information have you heard about this town?”

  “Enough.” Coby smirked, kissed my knuckles, and guided me further i
nto the club. Once we reached the main area, we sat at a booth. “Now don’t get any ideas, Brogan. The men here dance like those women in that movie you made me watch. Coyote something or other.”

  “Coyote Ugly?” My eyes widened. “There’s hot men dancing on the bars instead of hot women? So my research was right.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Maybe I can convince them to get you to dance. I know the women here would love it.”

  Coby rolled his eyes. “I’m too old for half the women who come to this place.”

  I scoffed, waving a hand in front of my face. “Please. Once you took off your shirt, they would be falling to their knees at your feet, begging you to spank them with that delicious belt of yours.”

  “Brogan, the only woman I would dance for is you,” he growled, giving me a hard kiss before nipping my bottom lip gently. “Like I said, I’m too old for that shit.”

  “Puh-lease.” I patted his cheek. “I’ve seen you move. The way you circle those hips when you—”

  “Brogan,” Coby snarled in warning. “Last time.”

  A rush of heat traveled through me at the dominating tone of his voice, but all I could do was laugh. I had no idea that this club was like that. No wonder it was busy. All of the men were practically guaranteed to get laid tonight.

  Half-naked gorgeous men thrusting their hips in your face? Yum. I made a mental note to tell the girls back home about this place. It would be perfect for a bachelorette party.

  “You’re thinking about taking the girls here for your bachelorette party aren’t you?”

  My head whipped around. “How could you know that?”

  Coby grinned and pinched my chin. “Because I know you. But be careful what dirty thoughts you allow to race through that beautiful mind of yours. I’m a possessive man and I don’t give a fuck who’s watching. I will claim you wherever and whenever I want. Remember who you belong to, Brogan. Or do I need to remind you once we leave here?”

  I shivered at what he was suggesting. Cupping the back of his neck, I pulled him down to meet my mouth and showed him, even with just a kiss, that he was the only man I would ever want. That I could ever need. Although, being reminded that I belonged to him, wasn’t such a bad idea.

  (Coby)

  I knew Brogan never looked at another man. If she did, she was subtle about it, and I the same. I had too much respect for her to check out another woman and make it obvious. But a little delicious threat worked wonders when Brogan kissed me like I needed reassurance. I didn’t, but I allowed her that tiny bit of control for just a moment. Later, I would take it back and unleash everything on her.

  I grabbed her hand from around my nape and cupped the back of her head, taking that control back.

  She gasped into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

  My body heated, my cock jumping to attention at the mere thrusts of her delicious tongue against mine. But as much as I didn’t want to, I broke apart the kiss.

  Her eyes were closed, her kiss-swollen mouth parting on a silent sigh.

  Brushing my thumb along her bottom lip, I kissed her nose. This woman had no idea what she did to me and even then, I didn’t think I knew either.

  “You are all that I want,” she said, her voice laced with desire.

  “Good,” I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her against me. “Because, baby, you’re stuck with me for life. That ring on your finger isn’t just for show. You’re mine and I’m going to claim that as such on our wedding day. And maybe after that, we’ll move on and explore those dark sexual desires you have. Those dirty little secrets you try so hard to hide from me and yourself.”

  Her breath hitched. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Mmmhmm…” I kissed her temple. “Keep telling yourself that.”

  HIS WORD. HIS unspoken truths. His knowledge of what I actually wanted whispered across my skin like a lover’s kiss. Coby Porter knew everything there was to know about me, and more. He reached into my chest, wrapped his hand around my heart, and squeezed until it beat for him. Every pump of blood that flowed through my veins was all because of this man sitting beside me, who was currently tapping his foot along to the beat of the music.

  I knew us coming to Dirty Dog was only for me. Coby was more of a heavy metal guy. The louder and faster the bands played, the happier he was. But he compromised and took me to my first club anyway.

  Opening the drink menu, my gaze landed on something about a lollipop drink that came with a dance. And that was when the music switched to “Lollipop” by Framing Henley. The crowd in the club went insane.

  Coby chuckled beside me when the room erupted with screaming women. A couple of guys jumped up on the bars, stuck lollipops in their mouths and moved their bodies in ways I had only seen in my bedroom. The women standing before them practically melted at their feet.

  “You need to learn that dance,” I told Coby, gripping his knee and digging my fingers into the bone.

  “Do I now?” he kissed my cheek. “I’ll buy all the lollipops in the world if you want me to, little one.”

  My heart hammered against my ribs but holy hell, if a dance came like that with every drink, these club owners would own the mother fucking world.

  Once the air in the room simmered, the electric current of lust and arousal toned down a notch, and the music switched to something heavier. It didn’t ooze with sex like the song before it.

  My body vibrated.

  Coby laughed harder.

  “What’s so damn funny?” I dug my fingers harder into his knee.

  He grunted, grabbing my hand and linked our fingers before I broke his kneecap. “Nothing. It makes me wonder though if I’m not fucking you hard enough that these men are turning you on by a mere lollipop.”

  I shook my head, my cheeks heating. “No. It’s not that.”

  “No?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “What is it then?”

  I chewed my bottom lip, my cheeks burning even more. God, I had never been embarrassed to say anything to Coby, but now, I felt like a shy little girl.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, his hot breath washing over the side of my face.

  “I want you to dance for me. Like that.”

  Something flashed behind Coby’s eyes.

  “Hey, sorry to interrupt.”

  Both of us turned to the sound of a deep voice. The man looking down at us, who I recognized as one of the dancers, smiled. “You’re new in town.”

  “How did you know?” I asked, placing the menu back on the table.

  “Just a feeling,” the man’s smile grew. “Listen, I heard you’re military,” he said to Coby.

  “I am.” Coby shifted beside me.

  “The first round is on the house. If you don’t drink, then I’ll pay for your meal.” He stuck his hand out to Coby. “I’m Nate Reid. The owner.” He pointed behind him. “The other one who just finished dancing with the tattoos, is Shane. The other owner.”

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Coby returned the handshake. “Coby Porter and this is my fiancée, Brogan Tapp.”

  “Congratulations.” He nodded once.

  “You were at Corps Security the other day, I saw you walk out just as I was going in,” Coby said.

  “I was. My father is the owner. I thought you looked familiar.”

  “Ah yes. I met your dad. Axel. He’s been helping me find a reputable security company for my buildings in the city,” Coby explained.

  “You’re in good hands,” Nate grinned. “Well I have to get back to work but I’m sure I’ll see you both around. Enjoy your evening.” And with that he walked away.

  “Nice guy,” I said, a small smile pulling at my lips. “How did he know that you were military?”

  Coby only shrugged before pulling me against him and brushing his nose up the length of my neck. “Maybe he talked to the bouncer,” he said, his lips against my skin.

  I purred, leaning my head to the side to give him better access to my throat. Just when I thought he was going t
o kiss me, he slid out of the booth and held out his hand for me.

  “Dance with me,” he demanded, his dark eyes holding a hint of amusement in them.

  I tentatively placed my hand in his, letting him pull me out of the booth.

  Coby led me to the dance floor. Much to my surprise, he spun me once before I slammed back against his hard body.

  A gasp escaped me. The man who I thought could only move in the bedroom, was a master on the dance floor as well.

  Holy fucking hell.

  (Coby)

  My mom had taught me to dance as a boy. Surprisingly, the moves stuck with me throughout the years. Brogan’s wide-eyed stare looked up at me as I spun her for the second time and pulled her against me once more, with her back to my front.

  “Surprised, little one?” I asked, brushing my lips over the shell of her ear. The music was loud but not loud enough that she couldn’t make out what I was saying. This was a good thing because I would make it so my words had her begging me to fuck her by the time we got back to our room at the B&B.

  She nodded. “Yes,” the breathless word fell free from her lips like a drop of honey.

  The music turned faster, deeper, more sensual and I found myself grinding into her. Not caring in the least that we were in public, the sex charged song controlled what I did to her on the dance floor.

  She leaned her head against my shoulder, holding onto my arm wrapped around her waist. Under normal circumstances, she would be much shorter than I, but with the five-inch heels she wore, I didn’t have to lean over so much to hold onto her. And those heels…my cock twitched. I hadn’t noticed the gold shoes with the thin strips until dinner, but the ‘fuck me’ shoes made her calves more pronounced. If we weren’t in public, I would have knelt at her feet and begged her to do whatever she wanted to me.

  “You really like my shoes.” Brogan spun around. She hooked her arms around my neck and moved her waist against mine, to the sensual beat of the music.