by Elle Rease
“Oh my God!” she screamed, coming undone. Brennan stroked her flaming ass. She grabbed his calf to steady herself, so worried that she would go ass over teakettle in her current state. “Holy fuck!”
“That was fucking hot,” he agreed. “Lass, you’re making my pants wet.”
She giggled, relieved that the experience was so enjoyable for them both. “Good.”
He helped her upright, clutching her when she swayed. “You okay?”
“Yup,” she nodded, grinning. She reached for the button of his pants and popped it open, pulling the zip down. “Time for you to fuck me.”
“As long as you keep your boots and my patch on, you can do what you want with me.”
She’d forgotten she was wearing anything. “Lift,” she instructed, waiting for him to get his ass off the chair so she could shove his pants down. “Sit.”
He gave her a lopsided smile. “Ordering me around?”
“Hell yes,” she replied saucily. She got on his lap, her legs on either side of him, and held onto his shoulders. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue fighting his for dominance. Neither of them wanted to give in, which made it one of the hottest kisses they’ve shared. She mewled as she felt his pierced cock nudging her entrance. “Do it.”
Brennan penetrated her, grasping her hips and helping her set a rhythm. It took a while before he was balls deep in her, most likely because of her swollen skin. She threw her head back and cried out, loving how deep he went. He was hitting her cervix in this position, while her clit rubbed on his pubic hair.
“Ah, jeez!” she yelled, leaning back and shoving his face into her chest. She whimpered when he squeezed her breasts together and licked her with his studded tongue. His lips were firm as he sucked her nipples. She was incredibly sensitive, thanks to the literal beating she’d received, so she wasn’t surprised as she felt the familiar tingle of her orgasm lurking, a few thrusts away.
“Tell me you’re close,” he grunted, thrusting harder.
“I’m close!” she panted.
“Thank fuck.”
His teeth scraped her nipple and that did it: she was propelled over the edge. “Brennan!” she hollered, clutching to his hair like it was her only lifeline. She locked her ankles behind his back, gripping him tighter with her pulsing inner muscles.
“Christ!” He groaned in pleasure, his release spilling into her. He huffed on her breasts, his breath warm and labored. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
She milked him dry. She was so wet from her own orgasm, from his, as well as their sweat… She loved being covered with the evidence of their lovemaking. She went slack in his embrace, suddenly spent. It’s been a hectic day, and this was the perfect ending.
“Fuck.” Brennan straightened his spine and held her tighter, caressing her mouth with his. “Cinnia, lass… I fucking love you.”
She smiled sleepily. “I love you, too. That was amazing.”
“One of a kind,” he agreed. “It’s almost a shame that we have to leave.”
“If only you had a bed here, yeah.”
He touched her neck, and his fingers slid to her chest. “Shit, Cin, did I hurt you?”
“Not at all, why?” She glanced down, frowning at the marks covering her skin. “How the hell did that happen?”
“I was obviously rougher than I thought. I’m sorry.”
“Brennan, when I cum that hard, don’t ever apologize.”
He eyed her naughtily. “You said ‘pussy’, lass.”
She could’ve gone red, not that it made a difference to her glowing face. “It was in the heat of the moment. Don’t hold it against me.”
“It was a fucking hot moment, yeah. Still, I can’t believe that word came from your mouth.”
“You better believe it. I’m going to get off now.” She winced. “My leg’s cramping.”
“Mine, too.” He kept his hold on her until she was balancing on those high heels. “Jesus, you look good.”
She hunched to scoop her clothes up, letting him keep it while she stepped into her drenched underwear. “Not the best feeling in the world,” she muttered, putting her bra on next. Once she had her skirt and cut back on, she wiggled, wishing the wetness between her thighs away. She growled when she saw that he only had to zip up before he was ready to go. “That’s so unfair.”
He wagged his eyebrows teasingly. “Sucks not having a cock, huh?”
“Oh, I have a cock,” she responded, grinning. “Unfortunately, it’s not attached to me.”
“No matter how I try,” he said sadly. He took her hand and gave it an adoring kiss. “Ready to face the world?”
She pulled a face. “Not really. Do I have a choice?”
“Not really. Are you okay to ride?”
“Brennan, I just rode you. I’m sure I’ll be fine on a bike.”
“Okay, good. Follow me to my place.”
“Not if I get there first,” she said gamely, unlocking the door and rushing outside. There were numerous couples scattered throughout the warehouse, making out like a bunch of teenagers, so no one paid them any mind. Cinnia grabbed her bag, double-checked that she still had everything—a habit from her city days—before hurrying to the exit.
Brennan had disappeared, so she had no idea if he’d left already. She felt triumphant as she got to their Harleys first. She mounted, fishing for her keys in her bag. She heard the thump-clink of his boots and shrieked softly.
“I gave you a head start, because I’m going to win, anyway,” he informed her cockily.
“Don’t be so sure.” She shoved the keys in the ignition and started the engine, quickly donning her helmet.
“Cin, please don’t be stupid about this race, okay?” His gaze softened, from challenging to caring. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She nodded, understanding. “I won’t.” Then she smiled brightly. “See you at home, babe.”
Her body complained as she pulled away, but she let the vibrations of her Sportster soothe her. She was probably going to regret their tryst in the morning. Right now, she was still in the after-glow phase.
Shit, who knew I’d be into spanking? Cinnia wondered. It’s not like she has ever found it appealing in the books she’s read or the movies she’s seen. Was it Brennan bringing this other side to light, or would she have felt this way with someone else? With Harold?
She doubted it.
“Son of a bitch,” she grumbled, spotting Brennan in her rear-view mirror. She accelerated, only to see someone running in the road. Her tires screeched as she braked to avoid the woman. “Hey!” she yelled, furious. Her eyes widened at the fear etched on the woman’s bleeding face.
“Help me!” the woman shouted, glancing over her shoulder and taking off. A big, burly man was close on her heels.
Brennan drew to a halt next to Cinnia, whipping his phone out. “Go home,” he urged her, pressing it to his ear. “I’ll get the guys to follow me and send someone to my place for you.” His eyes drifted away from hers as the call connected. “Trouble. Yeah. I’m alone. Let Dawn go to my house with Cin. Okay.” He rattled off his location and pocketed his phone.
“Bren—”
He shook his head and revved his engine. “Go home, Cin. I love you.” And he shot off, making a sharp right to follow the hysterical woman and her pursuer.
Cinnia glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the earth rumbling. Sure, they were blocks away, but when more than a handful of Harleys rode in the same direction, they could be heard in space. She remained on the spot, idling and waiting for them so she could point them in the right direction.
She counted twelve riders as they whirred past, some of them lifting their hand in silent acknowledgement of her help. A Toyota Prius flashed its lights at her and, recognizing Dawn behind the wheel, she turned left, in the direction of Brennan’s house.
I just saw a dead man walking.
The Raptors hated any form of abuse against women and took the law in their own hands when someone was stup
id enough to assault a female in public. Cinnia could only hope that they wouldn’t attract the police’s attention, even though the cops let things slide more often than not. She had a suspicion that Reade had an understanding with the local authorities.
I guess I’ll know for sure once Brennan takes over, she thought as she cut the engine at his place. Dawn pulled up next to her. Cinnia dismounted, blushing at the sight of her wet seat and quickly wiping it clean.
“That guy’s a dead man,” Dawn muttered as she struggled to get out of the car, what with her belly being in the way. “Do you have a key to Brennan’s?”
Cinnia paused and shook her head. “No, we haven’t thought that far.”
“That doesn’t sound like him.” Dawn frowned. “Check your bag. No, wait, what’s that?” she asked, pointing to the bunch of keys in Cinnia’s hand.
“Oh, it’s just the Harley’s and my parents’ garage… remote…” She trailed off, confused, as she spotted another key. She headed to the front door and sheathed it in the lock. It turned without any resistance. “No way.”
Dawn giggled. “You have no idea how thorough Brennan is, do you?”
“I’m quickly learning.” She let Dawn inside and locked the door behind her. “Thanks for coming over. I hope you weren’t at home already.”
“Nope,” Dawn said, smiling. “Haye and I were watching Jemma’s kids. I’m not nearly as much fun now that I’m knocked up.” She gave Cinnia a knowing look. “Where’d you and Bren go off to?”
Cinnia’s face heated up. “Uhm, speaking of, I need a shower in the worst way. Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” Dawn replied. “I’ll make coffee?”
“Sounds good, thanks.”
Cinnia took the stairs two at a time, desperate to get clean. She stripped in the bathroom, leaving her clothes on the floor. She flinched at the scalding hot water on her well-used skin. Mindful of her guest, she hurried up, not wanting to keep Dawn waiting.
She grabbed one of Brennan’s shirts on her way out but did a double-take once she saw the few sets of women’s clothing in his closet. Upon closer inspection, she realized that it was all in her size. When had he procured that?
“Very thorough,” she muttered, heading downstairs. “Dawn?”
“I’m in here!” her friend called from the living room.
Cinnia went over and smiled. “Thanks for waiting.”
“No problem.” Dawn gasped, eyes wide. “Shit, Cin! Did Bren do that?”
Confused, she followed Dawn’s gaze. She hadn’t noticed that Brennan’s shirt had such a deep neckline and, on her smaller frame, it revealed more skin than one of her own shirts would’ve. Dawn was pointing out the marks covering her chest.
“Uh, yeah, but it’s not like that,” Cinnia said quickly, before Dawn jumped to the wrong conclusions. Her face was on fire. “We, uh, went quite hard at it at the club.”
Dawn stared for a long time before she seemed to understand what Cinnia was saying. “Oh my God!” she laughed, covering her mouth. “You have to give me details!”
“I’m not really sure how it happened,” Cinnia admitted with a breathy laugh. She raked her fingers through her damp hair and shrugged. “I was drunk and daring, and he wanted me to strip for him. Next thing I knew, I was over his lap and he was spanking me. And I…” She felt very self-conscious. “I liked it.”
“Wow, that’s some next-level shit,” Dawn said, shaking her head with a smile. “I’m definitely not into that, but I’m glad this was consensual, at least.”
“Brennan wouldn’t hurt me. Unless I ask for it, I guess.” Cinnia reached for her cup of coffee and took a few sips. “Have you and Haye tried?”
“Yeah.” Dawn pulled a face. “Neither of us were into it. But hey, different strokes for different okes.” She was thoughtful for a while. “I always sensed that there was more to you and Brennan than what met the eye.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, anyone with eyes can see that you two belong together. You have this, I don’t know, weird bond. If you were animals, I would use the term ‘imprinting’.” Dawn chuckled to herself. “But yeah, you have this thing. I think you bring out each other’s true natures, ‘cause you’re the only two people who will accept the good and the bad.”
“That’s an interesting theory,” Cinnia admitted. “I mean, I’ve never been able to explain what I feel for him. That’s why I was so hurt when…” She swallowed nervously, tapping the cup in her hands. “You know.”
“I get it,” Dawn nodded.
“What about you and Haye?”
“Nothing so intense, thank God.” Dawn giggled and folded her legs under her. She rested her cup on top of her stomach and smiled at it. “I think we all get the love we deserve, you know? Me and Haye, we just work, always have. It’s pretty amazing that he accepted me, knowing he wasn’t my first, but he isn’t territorial like Brennan is. I mean, he doesn’t want other men getting any ideas, obviously, but he doesn’t turn molehills into mountains, you know?”
Cinnia smiled and shook her head. “I don’t know, actually, because Brennan’s the total opposite and Harold doesn’t fall under either of those categories.”
“He was just convenient.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m very happy you’re back.” Dawn sipped on her coffee. “I think it’s a second chance for all of us, to do things better. This is where you belong, and I’m glad Brennan convinced you.”
“So am I.” Cinnia inhaled sharply, something occurring to her. “God, it’s only been a day!”
“Feels like forever already,” Dawn said.
“Oh yeah. So, are you excited about starting a family?”
“I am.” Dawn rubbed her belly lovingly. “Haye and I have been together since you went off to university, so this is just a natural step.”
“Wow, that long? I didn’t know.”
“Well, after you found out about Bren, you didn’t exactly talk to me anymore.”
Cinnia gave an apologetic smile. “If it’s any consolation, I wasn’t talking to anyone.”
“Ha, that does help, thanks.”
“So, I’ve got to ask… Who’s better in bed?”
Dawn burst out laughing. “Oh, Haye, hands down.” When Cinnia raised her eyebrows, Dawn shrugged. “I’m not saying Bren doesn’t have talent, but it’s better when you love someone. Haye’s just got this way of giving me exactly what I need, while making me feel like he’s totally present. Bren wasn’t like that. He was probably thinking of you.”
“I’m sorry,” Cinnia heard herself say.
“Don’t be. I don’t have any regrets, except for bragging to you about that. I wasn’t very mature.”
“You were hurt.” Cinnia gestured to her face. “I do stupid shit when I’m hurt, too.”
“This feels good, by the way. I really want us to be friends again.”
“I think it’s going to be easier than expected.” She looked up when she heard two Harleys arriving. “That must be Brennan and Haye.”
“When are you two getting married and having kids?”
Cinnia laughed dryly. “As soon as things settle down, I guess. Shit, I have to get a new prescription for birth control.” She slapped her forehead. “I skipped today.”
“Girl, you might already be pregnant,” Dawn teased.
“Not funny.”
A key turned in the lock and the two men strode in, as if they knew their women waited in the living room. Brennan’s gaze appraised Cinnia’s outfit and he sat down next to her with a heavy sigh.
“How’d it go?” Dawn asked Haye, who kissed her stomach before he plopped onto the sofa.
“It was hectic. Caught the guy in the act.” Haye’s ginger hair was ruffled. “He soon found out what it’s like to be beaten. Left him at the station with a note.”
“I’m glad you’re safe,” Cinnia told them.
Haye smiled, but it dropped at the sight of her bruised che
st. “Brennan, what the fuck did you do?”
“Babe, calm down,” Dawn said, making him look at her. “That was consensual.”
Haye frowned. “Didn’t know you were into that shit, Bren.”
“Neither did I, until tonight,” Brennan chuckled.
“Unless you want to start a war in the club, I suggest you cover up, Cin.”
She blushed. “I didn’t know it was so visible. I’m sorry. I’ll wear appropriate clothes in public, don’t worry.”
“Good,” Haye muttered, getting to his feet. He held a hand out to Dawn. “We should go.”
“It was good to see you again, Haye.”
He grinned at her. “Better get used to it now that you’re back, Cin.” He bumped his fist to Brennan’s on the way out. “Try not to kill each other!” he yelled over his shoulder.
Dawn’s giggle was cut off by the door closing.
“You two seem to have patched things up,” Brennan commented, tracing a finger over the swell of her breasts.
“It’s difficult to be a bitch to her.” Cinnia shrugged. “She doesn’t deserve it.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked, referring to the damage on her chest.
“It’s sensitive, but not painful.” She leaned back with her head on the arm of the couch and closed her eyes to his ministrations. “I like what you’re doing now.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, because I don’t want you hurt, but I like seeing my marks on you.”
Dawn’s remark about them being animalistic came to mind, making Cinnia smile. “I’m glad it’s doing something for your ego, babe.”
He moved on the couch, resting his head at the crook of her neck and holding her tightly. “You do something for my ego, lass.”
She giggled, cuddling up to him. “Do me a favor?”
“Hmm?”
“Remind me to get the Pill tomorrow. We don’t want any accidents.”
His hand spread over her stomach. “I don’t know. Accidents can be good.”
She punched his shoulder half-heartedly. “I’m serious, Brennan.”
“Fine, I’ll try to remember.” He kissed her chin and then her lips. He chuckled when she didn’t even open her eyes in response. “Until then, goodnight, Cin.”