The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2)

by Barner, Solease M

  “Oh, yeah, you did say that. We’re talking now, and I think I see a very small smile coming across your face. Yes, there it is,” I say, watching as she can’t help but smile. She is beautiful. She is not a piece of steel, just wounded. “What a beautiful smile you have, Marilyn, and I’m saying it as a friend,” I say, opening the door and watching her perfect body climb into my vehicle.

  “You are pushy, but I just want to go home and spend time with Bruiser,” she says. “That’s my friend, and sometimes Jasmine, whom I might take back my friendship since she gave you my address.” I stand there holding her door open, but I really want to lean in and give her a long kiss. Instead, I use some of my heat and push it out of my body, sending it right to hers, giving her a really good, warm feeling everywhere. I finally close the door and drive her back to her tiny apartment. She jumps out fast, but not fast enough. I reach her just as she shuts her door.

  “What, no hug?” I ask, watching her response and knowing she wants to. She is fighting this hard.

  “Showken,” she says, shaking a finger at me. “One hug, then you leave and never come to my place uninvited again.” Shit, I’m not agreeing to any such thing. I make my way towards her until I am very close to her, without touching, I tilt my head, then very slowly place my hands on her hips and pull her to me fast. Slowly moving my hands up her back, leaning my head into her neck, I softly place a kiss, and I hear the moan leave her mouth. “Mmmm.” She is not going to get rid of me. Besides, her body betrays her and I know she wants me, too.

  “Have a good day, Marilyn,” I say, walking away. I jump into my Hummer and drive away. I see she is running her hand through her hair. She wants me. I head home, trying to calm my beast, relaxing my body from wanting to pin her down and make her admit her attraction to me. I smile, thinking of all the ways I can do that. “I’ll see you later, Marilyn.”

  ***

  I’m sitting in the study, having a drink, when Domlen and Hawken come in laughing. They stop when they see me, and smile.

  “What?” I ask, knowing they know I went to find Marilyn.

  “You’re not smiling, so that means she still said no,” Hawken says, pouring a drink for himself and sitting in front of me.

  “Hawken, you know I’m not Draken, I’ll fuck you up,” I say, giving him a huge smile. My brothers know I have an ugly side that none of them ever wants out, but Hawken is the brother who always has to say something. I look over at Domlen, he’s just sitting and watching us, saying nothing, but I see his smirk. I shake my head and take another drink. Shit, Domlen can’t say anything with the way he gets his women. Fuck him, too. All she had to do was say yes and I would not be justifying why I’m going to have to be her unwanted friend to have sex with her. Closing my eyes, I think of her naked. Yes, it will be worth it, I say to myself. Layern comes strolling in with a smile; looks like my brother had a good time. I’m glad, he needs to get over her. I smile.

  “Layern, looks like you were treated right last night,” I say, watching the joy come back into my brother.

  “And this morning. I almost forgot how good a human woman could feel. Almost,” Layern says, pouring a nice-sized drink and sitting in the chair next to me. Domlen’s and Hawken’s mouths are open. I just can’t stop smiling. Layern is back. Yes, I miss having my brother who goes after what he wants. Every other one of my brothers has had a Giver, or they still do. Layern and I have always chosen to stay away from that.

  “Layern, why didn’t you show us?” Hawken asks. I frown, only now realizing he didn’t show us.

  “Yes, I would have loved to see my brother come back,” I say.

  “Well, I was nervous at first, not knowing if I could, as it’s been a while, but once I got going I forgot to show anybody anything. Besides, if you had tapped into my mind, I would have let you all in. You would have had a chance to see those girls having a good time.”

  “You seeing them again?” Domlen asks.

  “No, you know I never adapted to that twice thing, only once . . . anyway, enough about me. Showken,” Layern says, turning to look me in the eye. “How is Marilyn coming along for you?”

  “Damn, you know I’ve never had a woman tell me no. That shit is pissing me off. Then, she even had the nerve to say she doesn’t want to be my friend. I mean, I’m a great friend to have, ask Cess,” I say, drifting back into my desire for Marilyn.

  “I say move on,” Domlen says. “Besides, brother, if you need a woman I can make a call and you will get every need met, no strings attached. I promise,” he says. I don’t want any of his women. Doesn’t he know I don’t like anything my brothers have had?

  “Domlen, I want her and I will have her. Now, has anyone gone over the files for next quarter?” I say, changing the subject. For the rest of the day we are all business. When night falls, I decide that maybe I’m being too soft. Should I forget about rejection, or should I take it as motivation? Well, since I am a predator and Marilyn is running, it just makes it more fun to catch her. I will continue to pursue her and win. When I catch her she’s going to want more. After dinner I head to my room and lie on my bed, just as my phone starts ringing. Ahh, Draken, of course.

  “Hello brother, you should not be calling, you should be trying to give us some Youngs.”

  “I’m working on it, Princess is asleep right now. I’m calling to see if you guys are doing alright with the company, without me there,” Draken says, leaving no doubt about why he really called.

  “Yes, the business is going to be fine. In fact, we had a great meeting. We discussed Layern’s women he had over last night, and how he is back now!” I say, grinning. I know Draken does not like us playing around, but he’s married to what he was supposed to play with. I feel him wanting to get pissed about it, and even hear his growl, now it’s silence. I chuckle, knowing he won’t risk waking up Cess.

  “Showken, one of these days . . . fuck! Okay, I’m glad to hear you are at least taking care of business,” Draken says.

  “Why wouldn’t I? It’s the family business, and family means everything to me,” I say. I hate it when Draken checks up on me to see if I’m doing a good job on tasks, but I know he means well. I love my brother and would die for him; I want to make him proud, always.

  “I trust you, Showken, now tell me about Layern,” Draken says, enthusiastically. We have all hoped Layern would find his way back to sex, as he is totally addicted to it. But since his heart was shattered, he’s been on this five-year strike, only seeking oral sex when the pressure is too much and he has to release.

  “Well, we went to this bar last night, and I saw the girl I wanted, but she’s playing hard to get. I had a very willing human female and so did Layern, but since I wanted Marilyn, I gave Layern an extra. He walked into the study today like a new man, and it felt good to see our brother smile. Draken, he’s back,” I say, smiling. All of us have been waiting for Layern to get his smile back. Now that he has it, look out everyone. He’s more of a player than me.

  “Whoa, who is Marilyn? You never remember a human name, and did you say she said no?” Draken asks. I knowingly smile. I said all of that and he only heard my comment about Marilyn.

  “Draken, don’t worry about me, I’m telling you about Layern, our brother, lets hear some excitement.”

  “Shit, I’m excited, brother. I always knew Layern would come back, which, by the way, will make his gift more intense. So hiding any feelings is not happening any more. But you said something I don’t think I heard correctly; you had a human female tell you no to sex. So spill,” Draken says. Shit, I don’t want to have a talk about this. I have things under control.

  “Draken, yes, I got a no from this woman, but I will have her. This is me, Showken. I always get what I want. She’s playing hard to get right now, plus Layern says she has some issues, yet the predator in me is watching my prey, and soon I’ll pounce.” Draken is laughing so hard on the other end it’s pissing me off. “Draken, stop laughing at me, you know I hate that shit!”
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br />   “Okay, brother, I’m sorry,” Draken says, still chuckling. “Cess says I need to laugh more, and this was perfect for me to try out my new-found laughter.” I never wanted to fuck Draken up until right now. “Listen, my brother,” he says, and his voice becomes serious. “Be open to different.”

  “What the hell does that mean? Draken, go wake your Wella and tell her you’re sick. Don’t spout wisdom to me. You have not been married that long. I’ll talk with you later,” I say.

  “Okay, talk later, and Showken?”

  “What?”

  “Good luck,” he says, and the call goes dead. This is not funny. Marilyn, you have no idea what you just unleashed. I grab the keys and walk out of the door.

  MARILYN

  “Showken is driving me crazy. I mean, who does he think he is?” I say to Bruiser. He just looks at me. I’ve tried to watch a movie, and the house is spotless from all the cleaning I’ve done. Now I keep thinking about Showken. I feel like trash, knowing he just wants to fuck me. Yet, he did say he would be my friend . . . but that’s bullshit. Showken just wants me to be his friend so I will let my guard down. I won’t do it. I go to the kitchen and start making my dinner. I’ve not eaten this much since . . . gosh, I can’t remember. Well, I had a big breakfast and a good lunch. I think I will keep the momentum up since it’s my day off, stuffed chicken it is. I prepare everything, and find myself becoming more relaxed now that I’ve told Showken it’s not going to happen, and he’s way too busy to try to change my mind. I place the chicken in the oven, start peeling sweet potatoes for a side and get lost in the T.V. watching a reality show. I hear a knock on the door and thunder outside, all at the same time. I stare at the door, getting a warm feeling inside, knowing that it’s him, maybe if I pretend I’m not here he will leave.

  “Open the door, Marilyn, the food smells so good,” Showken says. I bite my lip and stare at the door. Shit, this guy doesn’t give up. The thunder strikes again, as I walk slowly to the door, stand next to it, then I hear the rain. I can’t let him in.

  “Go home, Showken,” I say.

  “No, Marilyn, open the door and let me eat some of your cooking, it smells really good,” he says. “I know you are standing next to the door, unlock it, Marilyn, and invite me in.”

  I pull the door open, and before I can say anything, he’s inside, placing a bottle of wine on my counter. This guy is unbelievable. He looks very nice in his sweaty t-shirt. I just look at him as he goes into my kitchen, opening cabinets and grabbing two glasses. I don’t have any wine glasses; I’m not into things like that.

  “Showken?”

  “Marilyn, come have a drink with me.” Showken says, not smiling, but giving me the sexiest look I’ve ever seen. Shit, he’s here to seduce me.

  I pick up the glass and take a very small sip, walking back to the kitchen, knife still in my hand. Pointing the knife at him, I say, “You are taking a risk coming here at night. I could have fired a warning shot.” He raises an eyebrow at me, but I’m trying to scare him some. Staring at his amazing green eyes, I blink a few times just to make sure this is not a dream. Who has eyes as beautiful as this?

  “I’m never at risk, love, and I wanted to see you. So, I smell stuffed chicken and you’re peeling sweet potatoes, what else is on the menu?” he asks, taking a drink, not removing his eyes from mine. I take a deep breath, and decide just dinner won’t be so bad.

  “That’s dinner, and dessert will be the cupcakes I picked up from Wal-Mart. I know you are probably used to fancy meals, but this is as fancy as it gets,” I say, turning away from him as I finish cutting up the sweet potatoes. How could he want a waitress at a bar and a cashier at a gas station? He’s some rich billionaire, and he chooses to have dinner with me in a one bedroom apartment. I don’t get it. “Why are you here, Showken?” I snap at him.

  “I missed your company, and I like being around you.” he says, as if he’s telling himself new information. “I haven’t figured it out, yet I feel like I should be around you. I don’t- can I stay and have dinner with you, please?” he asks. I turn and finish chopping the sweet potatoes, placing them in a pot to boil. I turn and look him up and down, enjoying his body.

  “You are here now, you can stay for dinner, nothing else,” I specify, avoiding any eye contact.

  “Thanks, I’m going to get comfortable,” he says, pulling off his t-shirt. I almost reach out to touch his chest. Shit, I think fainting is a strong possibility with his shirt off. Oh my, I knew he had a great body, but he is built everywhere. He also has this badass tattoo on his chest and arm. I so want to lick them. Oh shit, I don’t know where these feelings are coming from for this man. The rain starts hitting the window, near the patio door. He turns and looks at me, and my mouth is getting really dry. “You okay? You look different,” he says, catching my eye, and everything south is running into my panties now. He starts to walk towards me and it’s like I’m in a trance, I can’t move. He leans down and gives my lips a slow lick from corner to corner, and he pulls back.

  “Just as I thought, a slice of heaven,” he says, looking like a very aroused man now. “How long before dinner?” he asks, stepping back. Instantly I want his touch again.

  “Umm, it should be ready in about an hour,” I say, knowing my face is red from that very hot sexy thing he just did with my lips. You would think I could contain my emotions, and usually I can, but Showken is breaking down my walls quickly.

  “Great, I can’t wait to eat,” he says, with an emphasis on ‘eat’. I can’t help but think he is talking about more than food, and I’m sure I want him more than food right now. I grab my glass and take a huge gulp of this fantastic wine he’s brought. He watches me move around the kitchen as I make up Bruiser’s food. He doesn’t say a word. I feel like he is talking, but with his eyes; they are following me, and my body is yearning now. He finally breaks the silence.

  “You have siblings?” he asks.

  “Uhh, no. It’s just me,” I say, really not wanting to talk about myself. “Do you have brothers or sisters?” I ask, giving him the same question to see how he likes the hot seat.

  “Yes, there are ten of us altogether, nine boys and one girl,” Showken says, with a smirk. I wonder what that is about.

  “Wow, your mother must really like kids. I couldn’t imagine having that many kids,” I say, taking out the butter and brown sugar for the sweet potatoes. I can’t wait to eat.

  “Well, we have big families, and it’s kind of a tradition. Anything under seven is unheard of. How many kids do you want?”

  I look up at him as if he’s confessed a murder.

  “I will never have kids, ever,” I say, turning away from him and feeling tears building up in my eyes. I feel him standing behind me and I can’t move or speak. I turn and he pulls me into his arms, and the tears are pouring down. I’m a product of bad blood; I won’t take the risk of bringing a child into this world, knowing where it comes from. I wipe my tears and turn to finish dinner. We don’t speak again until I’m pulling the cupcakes out of the fridge.

  “Showken, do you want a cupcake or two,” I say, as he has eaten everything already. After I fixed my plate and told him to eat as much as he wanted, he finished the other three stuffed chicken breasts and all of the potatoes. I couldn’t get upset, because he ate in silence and seemed to enjoy every bite.

  “Yes, I’ll have one,” he says, moving to the sofa in front of the television. I see Bruiser is stuffed as he lies on his side, watching. I walk over and hand him a double chocolate cupcake; he sets it down on the table in front of him. I glance over and look at his chest, again. He has the best body ever.

  “Showken, you don’t like chocolate?” I ask peeling down my cupcake paper. I take a bite, and see him watching me, licking his lips.

  “Yes, I love chocolate, but I’ll wait to eat mine. You enjoy,” he says, and his eyes roam my body. I can’t eat with him watching me like this. I take one more bite, and set it down. I stand and his hand touches my knee, oh,
my body is way too responsive to him. I look up and he is smiling.

  “Wait, I want to eat my dessert now.” He gives a wicked smile, and I think my eyes will come out of my head. I’ve never had a guy so smooth. “Don’t I get to eat my dessert, Marilyn?” he asks, but I’m not sure why he’s asking. I know he’s speaking of something else. I’m 27 years old and I know when I see a horny man. He turns with one leg bent and the other on the floor as he faces me. I turn slowly to see him, and his sweat pants are hanging slightly from his waist. My body feels shaky inside.

  “Umm, Showken?”

  “No, can I eat my dessert is the question I asked, and I want only a yes or no answer,” he says, and I’m pretty sure a growl comes from him. That is not possible, he cannot growl. I glance at Bruiser and he’s sleeping, shit. What a great guard dog, sleeping on the job. We stare at each other and he’s not backing down, I’m not either. We just stare at each other. I think he will give up, but he doesn’t. After about five minutes, I give in.

  “Yes, you can.” He spins me around on the sofa and pulls my pants down so fast I’m blinking uncontrollably.

  “Thank you.” He grabs the cupcake and begins pushing up my shirt, smearing the frosting over my abdomen, sliding my panties down with his other hand he continues to smear frosting on my inner hips, moving towards my sex. When all of the frosting is gone, he stuffs the cupcake in his mouth and barely chews and swallows.

  “I like to eat my frosting last,” he says, lowering his head. He starts licking me in long strokes, licking the chocolate off me. I should push him away. I should say no, but damn, it feels way too good to stop. I’m glad I shaved my privates, I’m sure frosting and hair don’t mix. He didn’t know that, though, maybe he’s a freak. I’m brought out of my thoughts fast, as each lick becomes hot to my body, literally. I can feel heat. It feels good, though, and a moan escapes my mouth, “Ahhh, Mmmm,” I hear and can’t believe I’m doing this. He spreads my legs farther apart, holding them up.