by Kayce Kyle
“Just be careful, Tess. These aren’t your typical meet at a bar, have a fling and it’s done type guys. I mean, they do that too.” I pause as through my buzzing stupor I can’t think of exactly how to explain it in a way she will understand. I learned the hard way. Hell, I’m still learning and I grew up in this shit.
“Well…” She urges me to finish.
“If you fuck Ace, and he decides he wants you for keeps, you’re more than just a one-night stand. You kind of become…his possession.”
Tess bursts out again in laughter. “But you and Justice were a couple for a few years, and you didn’t become property. I think I’ll be fine.”
“Laugh now, but don’t say I never warned you,” I try standing thinking I’m gonna get clean clothes from my luggage. Only I fall right back down on the bed. The whiskey hit me all at once.
Tess laughs at me. “Never did take much for you. Damn rookie.”
“Snobby bitch!” I tease her.
I’ve missed her so much. I am all of the things she claims, and she is every bit of the things I claim. We both know it to be true of ourselves, but only we can joke with each other this way. Anybody else tries it, and we go into complete defense mode toward one another.
Now we’re just being ridiculous as we’ve finally let loose and are giggling continuously like fucking schoolgirls instead of grown women.
At this point, It’s safe to assume we’ve lost track of time and how many drinks we’ve had. Our conversation trails off about things we did in Cali. It’s nice.
“And just what is going on up here? A frat party reunion? Sure sounds like it. Are y’all drunk?” Justice’s words break through the laughter in his room halting our festive reunion.
Ace is behind him leaned against the frame of the wooden door popping sunflower seeds in his mouth. “Yeah. I was expecting a pillow fight with all the girly ‘he-he’ laughter that carried all the way downstairs.”
The combination of Justice’s serious tone and Ace’s witty comment, causes Tess and I to explode with laughter as I drunkenly mock Justice’s seriousness.
In the deepest manliest voice, I can muster, “Why yes, sir. We may have had a drink or two, sir. Those are allowed at frat parties, sir.”
Justice’s eyes turn that darker shade of blue. Like an un-cut sapphire gem-cold, and sharp. I instantly find myself regretting what I’ve just done. Fuck. I just know I’m going to be punished for this one. Damn liquid courage.
He turns toward his brother and his anger is unveiled on him first. Even though I’m confused as to why.
“A pillow fight, really brother? That a fantasy of yours or some shit? Keep my girl outta your fucking fantasies.”
Justice is overreacting clearly. Ace was being Ace. “Jus, he was messing around…” I begin, but Justice cuts his eyes to me silently ordering me to hush.
Ace promptly places his hand in the air toward me to convey his need for me to also be quiet. “I got this, Jenalyn.” He steps into the room and toward Justice.
“Don’t order my girl around,” Justice says motioning toward his brother’s hand with his eyes.
This is insane. They are brothers, we are all family here. I think I am beginning to feel myself sobering up.
“Guys.” I try to reason with them both, continually pushing my luck now with each word spoken.
Only this time Justice gives me the halting hand to be quiet. Crinkling my nose and pouting my lips, I obey him. The disdain I’m feeling is probably dripping from my face by now.
“Get a hold of yourself, brother,” Ace says as his jaw ticks. “Jen is a sister to me. She’s not a fantasy of mine. Tess, on the other hand…” He glances over to her giving her a confident wink.
For that brief moment when Ace looked at Tess, Justice closed more distance between them. “Her name is Jenalyn to you, brother. Have you forgotten your place?”
Ace pushed himself closer to his brother and their faces and eyes are staring each other down. Justice has a good four inches on Ace, so Ace is veering up, but never falters. I try standing to interject, but am struck with my inability to stand without wobbling back down onto the bed.
Tess takes notice of the impending altercation and jumps in between them. I can’t even form the words I want to say. This is not how I wanted my best friend’s first night, or any other night for that matter to be.
“Guys,” she says attempting to referee.
“You two are brothers.” Her face switching back and forth between the two. “This is silly. I barely know either of you, but I know my best friend. She cares for you both. One of you in a more obvious, albeit very different way.” She looks up at Justice before continuing.
“But, she doesn’t want this. This is the happiest I’ve seen her in a while. Don’t ruin it please with the enormous amount of testosterone floating around here in this room.” She turns her eyes, attention, and hands toward Ace, placing her hand on his MC cut-she seduces him with her dark brown, doe eyes.
“That’s it,” I’m able to speak and try standing once again and do so, even if wobbly.
Leaping toward me, Justice holds me up. “Sit back down. I’ll get you a cold rag and some water.”
When I look back over, both Tess and Ace are gone. I can already feel my head start to pound realizing she’s most likely doing something she’ll regret in the morning. Well it wouldn’t be the first time, and I warned her. Plus, now I have Justice to deal with. Maybe I can make it up to him, or maybe he’s forgotten. I hope he has.
The cool damp cloth instantly soothes my impending headache. A sigh of relief and comfort leaves my throat.
“Drink some water. You need to rehydrate or that headache is only gonna worsen,” Justice says as he hands me a bottled water.
He keeps his mini fridge stocked with beer and water. Mostly beer.
I sip on it slowly as Justice takes up residence beside me.
“Your shoulder, did Clarke fix it?” I ask him while he seems much calmer and hopefully has forgotten my little mockery earlier.
Removing his MC cut and T-shirt he shows me a new fresh bandage. “Stitched me back up and said it’s fine. I need to see him later or in the morning to get another antibiotic shot. Wasn’t about to show my naked ass to everyone in that room.”
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes. “I’ve seen most everyone here and their bare ass. Or have you forgotten how crazy y’all get when y’all drink and party? Don’t act all shy now.” I tease.
“I’m glad it wasn’t too serious. It did have me worried.” My mouth waters as my eyes begin tracing his muscles up and down along with all of his tattoos. I’d love nothing more than to spend an entire day tracing every single one with my mouth.
“Hope your girl knows what she’s getting herself into, Jen,” Justice says bringing me out of my fantasy.
“I really feel like I should go check on Tess. This is all extremely foreign to her and she’s a bit tipsy herself,” I say expressing my worry.
Tucking a few loose locks that have fallen and are now covering one of my eyes as I look down sipping my water, Justice reassures me. “Tess is grown. Ace is honorable…well mostly,” he says through gritted teeth.
Confusion washes over me completely. “What do you mean, mostly? I don’t understand you right now Justice. What exactly did Ace do earlier that was so wrong?”
“You really don’t get it yet do you, Jen?” Justice’s expression and undertone border on frustration. “You’re mine, and mine alone. I will not share any part of you. Ever,” he roars out leaving me speechless at how aggressive his manner is.
As in true Justice fashion he runs from hot to cold, immediately changing his demeanor again. “You feeling any better, yet?” he asks with a stoic expression upon his face.
“Yeah, but…” my response is yet again cut off as he sweeps me up off the bed bridal style. Removing the glass and setting it down, he carries me into his bathroom. “I’m gonna set you down now. Hold onto to me if you need to.”
> I say nothing. He shuts the bathroom door and turns the shower on. My pulse quickens as I honestly don’t know what to expect from him anymore. Butterflies tickle inside the pit of my stomach. I can already feel the excitement dancing and teasing me right between my thighs.
Chapter 11
Justice
I’ve got to get my mind back to reality. Looking at how sexy and sweet my Jenalyn looks right now, I don’t wanna ruin it with the information we received during the meeting. Those thoughts and questions make me ill. Right now, at least for one more night, I want her to forget about everything that haunts her in California. That threat may actually be here, now.
She’s trying desperately to seduce me as she removes her shirt. The one that hangs off one shoulder. She rests her chin on it and looks up at me. Batting her eyes, she silently begs for me to join her in the shower.
I haven’t forgotten that little show she put on earlier in front of Tess and my brother. Buzzed, tipsy, drunk, I don’t give a fuck. I love my sassy girl, but I also need her to learn who’s the one in charge here, now. It ain’t her. When and if it is, I’ll let her push some limits. I’ll decide those limits.
I just cross my arms and stare back at her until she finally pouts. “My god…fine.” She caves to my deceit and quickly removes the rest of her clothing as I watch her in what plays out as slow motion in my mind.
Her smooth and delicate bare sun kissed skin calls to me. The way her long chestnut brown locks fall perfectly down her back, accentuating her beautiful petite hour glass frame.
Standing naked in front of me she turns around. “Sure you don’t wanna join me? I’ll be so lonely in here by myself Jus.” Her pout is now very dramatic.
I stand there, arms still crossed and say nothing verbally, but my dick is working overtime trying to escape the confinement of my jeans.
She just shrugs attempting to act unfazed and purses those full beautiful lips and I imagine them wrapped around my cock.
Her nearly translucent blue-green eyes I could stare and swim around in her, and them for eternity. For now, I’ll take a dive right back into that perfect, tight sweet pussy of mine.
I hear her splashing theatrically inside the shower determined to get my attention. I smirk to myself at her determination.
Quickly but quietly, I remove my shoes and jeans sneaking up behind her in the shower barely even moving the thin curtain.
My dick is now so fucking hard and throbbing it presses against her back.
A surprised whimper leaves her as I squeeze and pull her body closer running my hands down her wet, slick stomach to her clit then finding her folds. She braces herself with one arm on the backsplash tile of the shower.
I slowly sink two fingers inside her opening while drawing my other hand back up to squeeze her full breasts. Her head falls backward and a groan barrels from her throat as my fingers strum around inside her.
She parts her legs as if to give me permission and access again from behind.
“No,” I breathe into her ear as the water rushes over and down both of our bodies. I will slowly, then swiftly punish her for that mouthy little episode earlier.
I nip at her ear continuing all the way down the side of her neck ending at the top of her right shoulder. I briefly take notice at a slight mark I must’ve left earlier. Her pussy, my pussy so warm and wet. The shower providing extra lubrication, not that it’s even needed as I feel how ready she is for me.
“That’s it baby.” I let her know my awareness of her impending release. I feel her walls tightening around my fingers, as her release also provides my fingers with her own warm silky juices.
After that, I pull my fingers out and turn her around hooking one leg around my waist. Taking me by complete surprise, she grabs my hand holding it up to her mouth. Holding my hand, she traces her luscious lips with my fingers that were just inside her before sucking herself off of them.
“You’re right, it does taste like it belongs to you,” her eyes torture me combined with her low, fuck-me-now tone.
The blood running through my veins is now turning to hot molten lava. Holding her one leg around my waist, the other has a firm grip around her plump tight ass cheek. The warm water trails down our bodies as I lean down and breathe out on her cheek, “That was mine.”
Her gulp is audible as I trail my tongue up her cheek stopping at the highest point of her cheekbone. Tilting my head back down our eyes lock momentarily before I take advantage of her parted lips, crushing my mouth on hers-reclaiming the taste she stole from me. Our tongues begin dueling with each other; fighting to stay in constant contact.
Jenalyn reaches down, once again pushing the boundaries I’m trying to set, but I allow it, temporarily. She grabs the base of my dick and squeezes as she gently strokes it pushing her hips forward. Once she has my dick close enough to her pussy, I reach down removing her hand from it.
I pull my mouth from hers and she lets out a groan as she extends her neck and mouth forward still needing that connection. I want it too, but we will be doing this my way. From now, until I say otherwise. Until she understands who’s fully in control both in and out of the bedroom.
I grab a hold of her hand removing it from around my cock even though it feels so damn good. This isn’t about me. This is about her, and me setting the boundaries. Her boundaries. An unspoken lesson on authority.
Her whine is vocal, yet she tries to hide her facial pout, but does a terrible job. Therefore, letting me know she’s learning. She’s just stubborn and used to being in control.
Grabbing the base of my hard as steel throbbing dick, I direct it toward her pussy’s opening. Again, she begins pushing her hips forward begging for my entry. I guide my dick directly to her pussy opening and begin sliding it all around moving between her slit. Up and down I stroke her wet folds and clit with my own length.
Her panting picks up as she looks at me with pleading eyes and I reward her patience with my mouth and cock. In one swift motion, I fill her completely to the root of my dick. Our moans dance about in each other’s mouths as I push in and out of her. Hard, deep, and without mercy.
Her pace stays steady with mine as our rhythm and synchronicity once again finds itself in tune.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, I grab both of her firm, now slick ass cheeks and lift her up completely. Both her legs hook and wrap tightly around my waist. I can feel her wrap and lock her ankles around each other.
Taking this time to enjoy the exotic beauty I’m deep inside, but never stopping my assault inside of her. I know her limits and I would never hurt her. I will have her, but never hurt her purposefully.
Her slick wet hair now turned darker from the water, completely exposing all of her facial features perfectly. The way the water trickles down her face and streams down her mouth, forming tiny wet beads on her perfectly formed cupid’s bow.
I tug on the back of her hair, causing her head to fall back exposing her neck, and a delightful sigh to escape from her. I lick and suck my way up the waterfall flowing down her neck knowing it has just streamed down her lips. All the way back up to her mouth and stopping again, I repeat this several times drinking her in.
Releasing my grip on her hair, she stares intensely into my eyes. I suck on her bottom lip before pushing my tongue to her parted lips already awaiting my entrance.
Leaning her back up against the corner of the shower wall, I continue sliding in and out of her-shifting my attention to her breasts again. With my mouth, I pay each mound and nipple the same attention.
This has always been her greatest weakness, and fetish. She loves my mouth and tongue on her breasts. The combination of being physically inside of her while my tongue sensually attacks each of her nipples. Gently, I graze each one barely with my teeth bringing her closer to orgasm with each thrust.
I increase my rhythm as I feel her legs begin to squeeze harder around my waist and her fingers begin digging into the sides of my neck. She is so close to her own release and so am I
.
As her walls begin to pulsate around my dick she tilts her head back once again, and moans out my name. Her release is quickly followed by my own as I come with one last pump deep inside her. Only my groan turns into more of a growl.
I feel her grip around my neck weakening as she tires. Slowly I remove myself from inside her as she slides down my body and I help her steady her stance.
I help her finish washing up and then wash myself. Reaching around to the towel rack outside of the shower I grab both of us a towel and we each dry ourselves. I end up helping her out of the shower making sure she doesn’t fall.
“I’m good, babe,” she assures me.
I just need to be sure since I’ve fucked her hard and deep twice today. This last time preceded by her having a few drinks, so I want to be sure.
As she brushes her hair and does all her girly shit, I quickly put my deodorant on and with my towel around my waist head toward my closet to find her suitcases and some clothing for her to sleep in.
Jenalyn
I knew Justice hadn’t forgotten about my little moment earlier. Again, he dominates me, and again I’m at his mercy, even finding myself enjoying the authority he claims over me. Body and soul.
As much as I crave him…need him, I haven’t had him in years as the soreness reminds me between my legs. An ice pack is sounding not so bad at the moment. How ridiculous would I look? I laugh to myself at the absurdity.
From outside the bathroom Justice calls to me from his room.
Peeking my head around. “Yeah.” My heart sinks when I see him in the bed holding the two things I’d held onto closely for so long now. I wanted to show him rather than him find them on his own. Dammit.
Slowly, I step out of the bathroom making my way to the bed and sit down beside him. His once again stoic expression, lost on me.
I’ve got to say something. I have to explain.
“I wanted to show you myself, I mean not originally…but since everything has evolved the way it has I was gonna show you, Jus,” I explain as he is holding up my precious cargo.