by J. M. Walker
My jaw clenched. “You need to stop this or I will let him do what he wants to you.”
“All right, Grey.” Benny pulled Greyson away from me. “This shit ends now or I will let the twins after you.”
“I’m going to go work on my bike,” I mumbled. “At least that didn’t blow up.” I headed to my baby, my girl, the only thing in my life that didn’t make me question everything I knew. I walked up to the beauty, grateful it didn’t get caught in the explosion. It was a little dusty but other than that, it was perfectly fine. Minus the parts I had to fix from years of wear and tear.
I sat on the ground, grabbed the cloth from my pocket and went to work on shining the beautiful machine. I could spend hours waxing and polishing her, making the blood-red paint glow in the sun. The white skull on the fuel tank stared up at me. I remembered the day it had been painted. Jay had designed it for me and Max had done the painting, giving me a piece of their art forever.
I heard his boots on the gravel before he came to me.
I waited.
“What’s wrong, little one?” Coby asked, sitting beside me.
“Everything.” I shrugged. “I’m getting impatient.”
“About Charles?”
I nodded.
“Are you sure that’s what really is bothering you?”
“What do you want me to say, Coby? That my stepbrother is a dickhead and should mind his own business about what goes on in my life?”
“He should mind his own business but I get where he’s coming from.”
My mouth dropped. “Excuse me?”
“I get it. I don’t like the guy but I understand. He’s in love with you. It’s not something that one can easily get over.”
I huffed. “Well, he needs to, because I don’t want him. We had one summer together. We were kids. It was stupid of us to even start sleeping together in the first place.”
“Did you lose your virginity to him?”
My head whipped around. “Why do you want to know? So you can be more pissed and act all alpha that it wasn’t you who fucked me first?”
Coby only stared at me.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I grumbled. “Between the two of you, I don’t know who’s more possessive.”
“I’m only possessive when it comes to something that belongs to me. You don’t belong to him. You never have.”
“And I belong to you?” I scoffed. “Come on, Coby. We both know that this isn’t going to last.”
“Why do you say that? Are you fucking psychic now, Brogan?” Coby gripped my arm, pulling me against him.
“No.” I shoved out of his grip. “I’m being realistic. I have commitment issues and so do you. We’re fucking and that’s it. Nothing more.”
He stared down at me, the muscles in his jaw clenching.
“That’s what I thought,” I went back to polishing my bike. “You know I’m right.”
“Baby, you don’t know shit,” he snarled in my ear. “I wanted you and now you’re mine. You can deny it all you want. You want more. You want all of me.”
“And you’re going to give me all of you?” I shook my head. “Come on, Coby. You’re not that dumb.”
“Listen, little girl.” He snaked his hand around my throat. “I’ll give you one chance to stop being a fucking bitch. I don’t care if we have commitment issues. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. You’re stuck with me and you crave my dick just as much as I crave your cunt. You got me?”
“Or else what?” I breathed, shivers trembling through me at the rough hold he had on me.
He grinned. “You like it when I force you to do things. You submit to me and you don’t even know it.” His mouth brushed over the corner of my lips. “You need me just as much as I need you, baby.”
“I can’t help but submit to you, Coby.”
“Yeah? Then stop being a little bitch and give me what I need, and I’ll give you everything in return.”
I swallowed hard.
“No judgments.” He kissed my mouth. “Remember?”
“When I see everyone looking at me, questioning when I’ll snap, it’s hard not to judge.” A breath of relief washed over me at my sudden confession.
“I go through the same thing, Brogan,” Coby pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Everyone does, but you need to trust me, and I will do the same.”
“You will?”
He winked. “Yes. I know you want to know everything you can about me but I’m not ready to talk about it. I like you. I like you a lot but I’ve liked women before and got fucked over in the end.”
“You need to trust that I’m not like those women.”
“And you need to trust that I’m not like the men you’ve been with. I’m not your parents. I won’t leave you suddenly.”
My throat burned. “That’s different.”
“Is it? I see the pain in your eyes, little one.” He kissed me again. “Know that I am here for whenever you are ready to talk about it.”
“I’m here for you too.”
“I know.” He cupped the back of my neck. “I know,” he whispered.
Brogan had commitment issues. Well, that sure as hell explained a lot. Looks like I met my match.
After doing some more repairs on the club, we all called it a day and headed to Angel and Jay’s home in the country. But what I wanted to do was take Brogan back to my own home. Not even for sex. Just to hold her. To show her that what we had going on meant more to me than I could ever say. She didn’t think this would last. Hell, I didn’t even know if it would but I would spend my last breath proving to her that I wanted something … anything out of what we shared.
Fuck it.
I handed Brogan my phone. “Text Angel, and tell him we’re going to be late.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Because I said so.” I needed to work off this frustration before I lost my damn mind. “Just do it,” I demanded when she didn’t move.
She huffed, sent Angel a quick text, then handed me back the phone.
I shoved it in my pocket.
“Why are we going to be late?”
So many questions that I had no answers for. No words left my mouth so I would show her instead. Pulling off the road, I drove us down a narrow path. Having to take this route for years, I learned the tricks and secret hiding spots. It was quiet and secluded. No one would hear her scream.
“Coby.” Brogan sat up, staring out the window ahead of her. “Where are we going?”
“You ask a lot of questions, Brogan,” I told her, gripping the steering wheel tight in my hands. Truth was, I didn’t know where we were going. Not exactly, anyway. It had been years since I took a woman to this spot. But if I remembered correctly, it was private enough that it would give me everything I needed to truly dominate her.
***
(Brogan)
To say I wasn’t a little bit nervous would be a complete lie. I wasn’t sure what Coby had in mind. Was it sex? Is that what he wanted? Hell, I knew I could always use a good fucking. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, and I already craved him.
“If you’re taking me out here to murder me, I hope you at least use your imagination.”
Coby chuckled, putting the vehicle into park and turned to me. “Get out of the car.”
“Okay, Coby, seriously. What is going on?”
He leaned his head from side to side, a loud crack reverberating around the silence of the car. “I’m going to fuck you and your screams are going to die in the silence of the night.”
“Well.” I swallowed hard at the coldness in his tone. “All you had to do was ask.”
“I don’t ask,” he opened his door. “I take. Now do as you’re told and get the fuck out.”
Well, this was going to be fun.
I slid from the vehicle, shutting the door behind me.
“Come here,” he demanded, standing a few feet away from me.
My body shook, my bones tremoring beneath the d
eep sound of his voice. The cool night air slid over my skin, sending a wave of goosebumps over my skin.
I closed the distance between Coby and myself. Staring up at him, my stomach tumbled. The moon cast an eerie glow around him.
Brushing a finger down the length of my jaw, he pinched my chin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“I could take a guess,” I breathed. “Probably the same thing you do to me.”
“And what’s that, little one?” He leaned down toward me. “Do I make you wet?”
“Yes.” As much as I wanted to touch him, I kept my hands at my sides, needing him to take me further into the desire I knew he could grant me. With him, I would fall into the greatest depths of ecstasy.
“Hmm …” he purred, licking up the length of my neck. “Your sass makes me fucking hard. Every time you argue with me, I want to throw you up against the wall and dive into your sweetness.”
“What else?” I breathed, leaning my head to the side.
His teeth sunk into my neck. “I have to control myself when I’m with you. I’m not into public displays of affection but every time you talk to a man, I want to fuck you even harder.”
“God, I never thought hearing something like that would turn me on.”
Coby grinned, pushing me back until I hit a tree. The sharp jagged bark dug into my skin but it only heightened my senses.
“When I tell you what to do, it turns you on.” He kicked my legs apart, forcing my arms above my head. “Why?”
“Because I know that I’m safe and … and I need it.” I arched against the tree, restrained by his touch.
“Yes, you are.” Pulling his belt from his jeans with a snap in the wind, he threw the one end over a thick branch. “If you fight, this will hurt.” He kissed my forehead. “But you won’t, will you? There’s a kinky girl inside of you that wants to come out and play.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Pushing his way between my legs, his thigh brushed against my core.
I moaned at the contact, needing more and everything he had to give me.
Coby circled the belt around my wrists, pulling tight so my feet could barely touch the ground.
The leather stung, digging into my skin but the idea of being completely bound made the pain disappear.
“You like that,” Coby stated.
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded my head anyway.
He stared at me for a moment, his gaze taking on a faraway look like he was remembering a time long ago.
“Coby?”
He shook himself, his face shadowed by a darkness that matched my own. Inching his fingers under my tank top, he pulled it up my torso, over my head, and up my arms.
The cool air kissed my skin.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, grazing the back of his knuckles down my stomach. “I could devour every inch of you.”
“Do it,” I begged, mentally scolding myself. I had never begged. I was always the one who did the controlling. Men would beg me but nothing compared to Coby-Fucking-Porter.
“I love it when you beg.” Coby pulled a switch blade from his back pocket.
My heart jumped.
Taking the tip of the knife, he gripped my shorts and popped the button off with a flick of his wrist.
As much as I liked these shorts, I wanted to see what he would do next and just how kinky he was.
“You like my knife, baby?” Coby slid the dull side down the center of my stomach.
My breathing picked up.
“You like knowing that I’m in full control and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Grabbing ahold of the waistband of my shorts, he sliced them down the middle, leaving me in only my thong and bra.
Licking his lips, he slid the knife beneath my panties, pushing the dull side of the blade over my clit.
I gasped, the cool metal sending a jolt of electricity racing through my body.
Coby smirked, ripping the material free from my body and lowered to his knees. Placing the knife beside him, he hooked his hands beneath my legs and circled them around his shoulders. “Fucking perfect.”
Before I could question him, his mouth was on me. His tongue was so deep inside of me, I could feel him everywhere.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, shaking against him.
He released me with a wet smack and slapped my inner thigh. “You will not come until I give you permission, do you understand me?”
I nodded quickly, needing his mouth back on me before I screamed out in frustration.
“Say it. Tell me you won’t come.”
“I won’t come,” I panted.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Your mouth on me.”
Coby growled, thrust his tongue back inside me and dug his fingers into the flesh of my thighs. He lapped and sucked. Pushed and massaged. But his tongue never went to where I needed him most.
My clit ached, needing the release my body so desperately craved but I wouldn’t beg. Not yet. Not again.
His hands massaged into the cheeks of my ass, pulling me forward and back until I was riding his mouth. The scruff of his jaw scratched at my center.
Euphoria started tingling from my toes but I took a breath, forcing the impending orgasm back until Coby gave the okay.
“Fuck.” My hands shook against the restraints. “Please, Coby.”
He sucked harder, fucking my pussy with his tongue.
I trembled and whimpered, moving my hips against his mouth.
“Come for me,” he finally said. “Scream my name.”
I took that as my cue and let every emotion, every feeling, every action take over. Coby tongue-fucked my pussy, and I rode him like it was his cock. Every movement brought the orgasm higher and higher until I was screaming his name. Stars danced in my vision, my voice cracking under the pressure. Everything I had thought would happen, did. I came, and I came hard.
Coby released me but not before sinking his teeth into my thigh.
I yelped, jumping.
He kissed the spot and rose to his full height.
I stared up at him, tugging on my restraints.
“Oh, little girl.” He brushed a hand down my arm. “You think I’m going to let you go just yet?” A wicked smirk spread on his face before he lifted me in his arms and wrapped my legs around his hips. “I’m only getting started.”
I licked my lips, needing him inside of me. “Then fuck me, Porter.”
Spreading my thighs, he undid his jeans.
Much to my surprise, he had gone commando. Everything beneath his pants was all him. Every hard, throbbing inch. It was all Coby Porter.
“Do you like what you see?” Coby pinched my chin, tilting my head back to meet his stare.
“Yes.” I shivered. “Please.”
“What do you want?” He leaned down, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and gave it a gentle nip. That small touch sent a jolt straight to my clit. “Tell me,” he demanded, tapping the tip of his cock against my mound.
“I want to cum all over your dick,” I purred, digging my heels into his ass.
“Fuck me.” Coby wrapped his hand around his straining cock and pushed the tip through the soaked folds of my pussy.
I moaned, arching against the tree.
With both hands gripping my thighs tight, he thrust into me hard, knocking me back.
I cried out, shaking against him. He was deep inside of me. He took my breath with every aching pump, owning me with each thrust of his hips.
“Harder,” I pleaded, taking him as deep as possible.
“Shit, Brogan,” he dug his fingers into my rear, sliding me up and down his cock. “Feel that? Do you feel how hard I am for you? Can you feel every inch?”
“Yes, oh fuck yes.” I threw my head back, watching the leather of the belt dig into the skin of my wrists. All of these new sensations washed over me. Pain. Lust. But a sense of calm settled deep inside of me. Coby took me to new heights, not pushing me over the edge unti
l he was right there with me.
“Faster,” I begged. I had never had sex without a condom until I met Coby but something inside of me needed to feel every hard ridge of his cock. I needed to feel him take ownership of my body when he came inside of me.
“Baby.” He wrapped his body around mine, brushing his face into the crook of my neck. “Come for me, sweet girl. Come so hard, I can feel you break.”
“Fuck me harder, Coby,” I insisted, the release brewing from my toes.
He snarled, his thrusts turning violent. The tree branch cracked, the belt moving back and forth with each deep pump of his dick inside of me.
The ecstasy slammed into me. “Harder,” I screamed, forcing him to lose all control.
He yelled out, my name leaving his lips as his body released hot jets of liquid into me.
I moaned, taking all of him in as I came down from my euphoric high.
Coby panted, running his hands up and down my sides. He fell from my body, did up his pants and unhooked the belt from around my wrists. Pulling me into his arms, he held me tight against him and rubbed the tender flesh. He pet my hair, raining kisses on my face, and brushed his nose into the crook of my neck.
I pulled my tank top down and covered his mouth with mine. We may have had issues speaking to each other and getting over our commitment issues but my kiss was sure to pass on something. Even if it was only to thank him.
When we finally arrived to Angel and Jay’s, I stood back, waiting for Jay to meet me in the foyer.
Coby brushed a hand down my cheek, kissed me one last time and went to join the rest of the group.
“Hey,” Jay greeted me. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you have something I can wear?” I asked, holding up my ripped shorts.
She laughed, shaking her head. “Of course. Not that anything I have will fit you.”
“That’s okay.” I laughed with her. “I just don’t want to have to wear Coby’s coat all night.”
“Is that why you’re late?”
“Yes,” I said, following her down a long hall. “We needed a moment.”
Jay nodded once. “I understand that. These men are hard deal with at times. They’ve been through so much, in the military and outside of it. They think they can handle everything on their own and don’t know how to ask for help.”