by J. M. Walker
After Brogan passed out from exhaustion, I kissed her cheek and petted her hair. I covered her face in soft kisses, holding and touching her. I tried everything to give her the strength she needed to get through this.
A hard knock sounded on the door.
“Come in,” I said, holding Brogan tighter against me.
“Hey.” Dale opened the door slightly, peeking his head into the room. “We’re going to head out.”
I nodded. Kissing Brogan’s cheek one last time, I let her go and rose from the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her eyelids fluttering open.
“I’ll be back in a couple minutes.”
“Okay.” She curled her body around the comforter. “I love you,” she whispered.
My heart stuttered.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I left the room and quietly shut the door behind me.
“How’s she doing?” Dale asked, his brows furrowing.
“Fuck.” I slid down the wall, dropping my head in my hands. I didn’t know how to be there for her when no one had been there for me when I needed them most. I didn’t know how to deal with this shit. “She’s losing herself.”
Dale sat beside me. “We’ll find the bastard who did this.”
“Her brothers are saying he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time but with all of the shit going down, I have to be sure. I need to get justice for her.”
“I know, brother.”
“Hey.” Angel came from around the corner. “We’re meeting up tomorrow morning.”
“You think that’s best?” Dale asked, stretching out his legs in front of him.
“We have no choice,” Angel muttered. “Greyson thinks this has something to do with Charles.”
“Fuck me,” I growled.
“Are you sure? How the hell would he even know who Benny was? He’s never even seen Brogan.” Dale rose from the floor. “None of this shit makes sense.”
“I know,” Angel came toward us, keeping his voice low. “The girls don’t need to know yet. I’m trying to keep Jay as far from this as possible until the time is right.” He paused. “We head out on Friday.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I snapped, pushing to my feet.
“It’s your job, Coby,” Angel narrowed his eyes at me. “Did you forget that?”
“No,” I rubbed my neck. “Fuck.” I looked between my brothers and the door which Brogan hid behind. She was wrapped up in my bed, her scent covering the sheets. My body stirred. A part of me wished I would have listened to her pleas and cries for me to fuck her and make her forget. I would. But not yet. And especially not when our friends were over. She wasn’t thinking straight, but I would never judge her for that.
“I understand that Brogan needs you right now but she has her sisters and her brothers,” Angel said. “We need you, Coby.”
My chest constricted. All of these years, I had never been told I was needed by someone else until Brogan came into my life.
“I don’t know what to do,” I muttered, rubbing my hands up and down my jean-clad thighs.
“Be there for her.” Angel cupped my shoulders, leaning his forehead against mine. “And be there with us so we can give her and her brothers the justice they deserve. Help us find Benny’s murderer.”
“I’ll kill him,” I confessed. “I’ll rip off every limb and piss down his fucking throat.”
“We’ll be right there behind you, brother.” Stone came up beside us, followed by Asher.
“We all will.” Asher crossed his arms under his chest, his face twisting into a wicked grin. “And we’ll enjoy every second of it.”
“I love you guys,” I whispered.
“Aww.” Dale kissed my cheek. “Don’t get all soft on us now.”
“Lay off, fucker.” I pushed him, rubbing the spot where his lips had been. “Who knows where that mouth was last.”
“Ha! You are so damn funny, aren’t you?” Dale hooked an arm around my neck, kissing me again.
I didn’t push him that time, savoring the feel of being around my brothers.
“We love you, man, and you know that we’ll do anything to make sure that girl of yours is safe. We’ll avenge her and her brothers and show these bastards just how nasty we can fucking get.” Angel winked. “I love my job.”
A couple days passed since everyone had shown up to Coby’s apartment. Dealing with Benny’s death didn’t get any easier. Especially when I went to pick up my phone to call him. But spending as much time as I could with my brothers helped. A lot. Greyson had been easier to deal with. He and Coby were civil to each other which was all I could ask for. I loved them both. I knew that now. And both of them helped me during two of the hardest things I had ever gone through. The only difference between Coby and Greyson was that I didn’t want things to end with Coby after I felt better.
I woke one night, alone. I had been staying with Coby for what felt like forever but his place still didn’t feel like my home. Even though he had taken me shopping and his closet and dresser now held some of my clothes, it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t put my finger on it but the apartment was missing something.
Sighing, I rolled over onto my back. Coby had also left me alone while I mourned the loss of my brother. He had been there for me, taking care of me as much as he could, but we hadn’t had sex since before Benny died. Coby may have been okay with that, but I wasn’t.
Rising from the bed, I went in search of the man I craved. I needed his taste on my tongue. His skin shivering beneath my touch. His scent on my body.
I pulled on one of Coby’s black t-shirts, the fabric hitting just above my knees and trudged out into the hall. The apartment was lit up, but there was still no sign of him.
When I reached his office, a shiver trembled through me. I went to knock but hesitated. What if he turned me down and told me I needed more time? No. I swallowed hard. He wouldn’t do that. It had been long enough. I needed him.
Instead of knocking, I pushed open the door and saw him sitting behind his desk.
“Hey, little one.” He smiled softly. “What are you doing up?”
I closed the door behind me, leaning against the hard wood, and waited.
He sat back, his eyes filling with lust. “What do you want?”
My body buzzed at the rough vibrato of his voice.
Coby rose from the chair and stalked toward me, the heft between his legs proving that he wouldn’t turn me down tonight.
I still didn’t say anything as I only stared him down.
Brushing the back of his hand down my cheek, he pinched my chin and tilted my head to meet his mouth.
A sigh escaped me and that was when all bets were off. I growled, pushing him back and jumped in his arms. When my mouth crashed to his, I knew this was where I belonged. This was the only thing that would be make me feel better.
Coby didn’t even hesitate and fisted my hair in his hands, deepening the kiss.
We landed hard on the couch, with me straddling his lap and his hands roughly roaming up the length of my body.
Lifting the shirt over my head, my mouth was back on him before he could ask me again what I had wanted.
His fingers inched between us, running through the folds of my pussy before thrusting into me hard.
I whimpered, riding his hand, and licked up the length of his neck.
Our breathing quickened. Our hands never stopped touching. God, I loved this man and how he made me feel.
Sinking my teeth into his collar bone, I cried out when his thumb brushed over my aching clit.
Coby still didn’t say anything. I realized then that he was letting me be in control. He knew I needed him.
He inserted a third finger into my shaking body, the sounds of my slick heat filling the room as I fucked his hand.
I wanted his dick inside me but I couldn’t stop. My hips moved back and forth, riding his fingers.
Laying me onto my back, he petted my hair and pumped his hand betwee
n my legs. No words were said. The only sound was his hand pleasing my body.
Coby released me, brought his hand up to his mouth, and sucked a finger between his lips. A wicked grin spread on his face when he reached back between us.
I watched a forth finger enter me, his hand filling my lower body. A slight tingle of pain heated my skin at being stretched wide, but the more he thrust, the more it turned into a roaring pleasure.
“I’m going to fill every inch of you,” he whispered, sucking my lip between his teeth.
Arching beneath him, I panted, hinting and waiting. Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I stopped him from giving me the release I craved.
“I want to come with you,” I said, my chest rising and falling.
Coby sat back, pulling me into his arms.
With shaky hands, I reached into the waistband of his pants and pulled out his straining cock.
His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, Brogan.”
I took that as my cue and dropped my body down the length of him.
His eyes popped open, his hands moving to my hips, stopping me from riding him.
My heart jumped at the dark sadistic look in his gaze. “Coby?”
He pushed me off him and rose from the couch before slipping his pants down his legs. He stood naked before me, all male. All Coby Porter. “Turn around and hold onto the back of the couch.”
I did as I was told.
He came up behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. His hot breath scorched my neck. “I’ll give you what you need, little one. Don’t ever forget that.”
With his free hand, it inched between us, rubbing over my center.
I purred, a hard moan leaving my mouth.
Coby circled his hand around my throat, holding me tight against him when his finger brushed over the tight hole between the cheeks of my ass.
My eyes popped open. “Coby.”
His hand tightened. “Trust me. Trust that I’ll make you feel good.”
I nodded, swallowing hard and gripped his arm that was wrapped around my body.
Coby slid his finger into the tight puckered area.
A groan escaped me, my hips bucking back against him.
Pushing me forward, he moved his hand from around my throat and wrapped his arm around my middle. His lips placed kisses on my cheeks and head repeatedly, his hot breath heating me from within.
When his finger was replaced with the tip of his cock, I waited. I needed all of him. I needed him to take me to new heights and make me forget all the shit that had happened. All the shit I had done in my life. I wanted to be in the moment with Coby and just feel him. That was it.
Coby used the lubricant from my body, running his fingers from my pussy up to my ass and back down again. “I love you, little one,” he whispered in my ear, thrusting a finger hard into my body.
I cried out, shaking beneath him. “I love you too,” I moaned, gripping the cushion tight in my hands.
A cold liquid slid between my ass. I didn’t even get a chance to ask what it was when the tip of his cock pushed into the tight opening.
He pushed.
I breathed.
He thrust.
I moaned.
“That’s my girl,” he breathed hard against my neck, placing a soft peck on my shoulder. “Take all of me.”
Pain singed into a dull roar but was soon replaced with an undying lust. He filled me. Every inch. And he was now in a part of my body where no man had ever been.
***
(Coby)
Brogan was tight as fuck.
Her beautiful ass wrapped around my dick, squeezing, begging. Hinting for me to move. When she didn’t say anything, I almost stopped but her unexpected moans of pleasure gave me the sign that I needed.
I kissed her shoulder one last time, leaned back and gripped her hips. She needed me. I knew it as soon as she walked into my office. It had been over a month and I would spend the night making up for lost time.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I told her, landing a hard swat on the right cheek of her ass.
She whimpered, pushing back against me.
“Do you want me to move?” I asked, brushing the tips of my fingers down her spine.
She shivered, nodding and looked at me over her shoulder. “Fuck my ass, Coby.”
God, I loved her.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I pulled most of the way out of her body and thrust so hard, she screamed. I could feel the juices from her body, running down my balls and that only gave me the edge to pump harder and faster.
Her screams turned wild, her head thrashing from side to side.
She was going to break and I would be there to pick her up.
“Come for me,” I bellowed, hammering my hips against hers.
She whimpered, meeting me thrust for thrust.
When she still didn’t let herself go, I pushed her forward and reached a hand around her.
Brogan gasped once I made contact with her swollen clit. Her head fell back against my shoulder, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
“That’s it, baby.” I kissed her neck and cupped her forehead, keeping her head back. Stroking her clit and fucking her ass, I forced the orgasm out of her.
She shook, incoherent sounds leaving her lips until my name fell from her mouth on a violent scream.
My hips sped up, my fingers pinched and pulled until she was shaking and trembling beneath me a second time. I would give anything to make her forget all the wrong doings that had happened in her life. If I couldn’t make her forget forever, I would make her forget for at least the night.
“Come again, beautiful girl.” I kissed her cheek, thrusting my fingers into her soaked pussy. “Let that orgasm rip through you.”
She moaned, licking her parched lips. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you.” I nibbled the soft spot behind her ear. “But right now, I’m going to fuck you like that inner slut of yours wants.”
She grinned, pushing back against me. “Then have at it, baby.”
And I did.
For the rest of the night, I fucked her until there was nothing left. And I loved her even more for it.
The next morning, I woke with a heavy body wrapped around mine. I was sore. Achy and stiff. And definitely sticky. Very sticky. It was damn delicious to say the least.
Coby shifted. The hair on his legs scratched at mine, sending a hot shiver racing through me. The heavy weight of his cock rested against my ass, reminding me exactly where it had been a couple hours before. It was heaven. It was everything I had ever needed. Coby took me to new heights, forced me to break in his arms and put the pieces of me back together again. He Humpty-Dumptied the fuck out of me.
I sighed, stretching my arms out in front of me, and lifted my head.
Coby smiled, kissing my forehead. “Mornin’.”
I shivered at his deep gravelly voice. “Morning.”
His hand ran down my naked back before cupping my rear.
My lips turned up into a grin. “I think someone has a thing for my ass.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You have no idea.”
I laughed, kissing him hard on the mouth.
Coby pushed me onto my back, snarling into my neck.
Giggling, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, hugging him against me. “Thank you for last night.”
He lifted his head, brushing my hair off my forehead. “And this morning?”
My cheeks heated. “Oh, yeah.”
He chuckled, placing a soft peck on my mouth before sitting back. “We leave on Friday.” He turned to me, leaning his head against the headboard. “I don’t want to go.”
“It’s your job, Coby. I understand.” As much as I would miss him, I knew he needed to get away. It was a driving force that kept him going. “Besides, you have some bad guys to get.”
“Yeah.” He smirked. “I do.” He pulled me into his arms, running his hands down my back. “Does it t
urn you on?”
My breath caught. “What?”
Coby cupped my breast, taking the nipple between his lips. “That I’ll be dressed to kill. Hiding. Waiting. Ready to pounce like a cobra stalking its prey.”
I moaned, running my hands through his dark hair and tugged his head back. “Knowing that you’ll be dirty, dressed in that hot as fuck uniform, and saving our country? Damn right it turns me on.”
“Then prove it, my kinky little girl.” Coby lifted me and dropped me on his cock. “Prove how much it turns you on.”
I cried out, the size of him invading my unprepared body.
“Don’t sit there and whine like a little bitch.” He cupped my nape, forcing me to look at him. “I know how your body works, Brogan.”
My pussy turned slick, my body sliding up and down his length.
He grinned. “See?”
“You’re an asshole,” I breathed out.
“Yeah, but you love me.” His hand moved to the small of my back. “Now ride me and fuck the shit out of my cock.”
God, I did love him. His controlling demeanor. His incessant need to demand things of me. But I knew he would never hurt me. He would never force anything of me that I didn’t want to give him in return.
Circling my hips against him, I cupped his jaw and bit his bottom lip.
He growled, the deep sound rumbling from his chest. “You play fucking dirty.”
“And you love it.”
***
(Coby)
It was Friday. It was the day that lead us on a mission for who the fuck knew how long. This would be hell but it would be even worse this time around because I left a hot little thing alone in my bed that morning.
Brogan and I spent three days wrapped in each other’s arms. I took what I needed from her and gave it back tenfold.
My body still hurt.
“I don’t like this,” Dale suddenly said, his knee bouncing up and down.
We were briefed and thrown to the wolves. It usually took a day or two but we were already on our way to what I liked to call my home away from home.
“You never like this,” Stone pointed out, rubbing the scruff on his jaw.