Game

by London Casey

  “I’ll make you fucking scream.”

  “No you won’t.”

  My hands moved from the door and I grabbed her ass. Two handfuls, my fingertips feeling the lace of her panties. I hurried and slipped my fingers into her panties, holding nothing but her bare ass. I pulled, spreading her cheeks, driving her body against mine.

  “Watch yourself,” I said.

  “Make me. You’re fucking afraid.”

  I lifted Shayna and turned. Next thing I knew, I was on my knees. Her ass and back were on the floor. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me, shocked. My hands moved around to the insides of her thighs and I pushed her legs open. Reaching up, I grabbed the top of her panties and ripped them off like they were a piece of paper. They shredded with ease against my strength, now dangling off her right leg.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

  A hunger penetrated my body when I saw the glistening folds of her sex. She was fucking wet for me. Her sweet flavor attacked me and I was then left with no choice but to attack her.

  My mouth hungrily touched her pussy, kissing against her wetness, my tongue racing forward, opening her. I craved her, demanded her, and now I had her. My hands squeezed tight at her legs, keeping her open. My body demanded to move up… to fuck her. To open my jeans, take out my dick, then thrust deep into her. Fuck her senseless until she screamed and couldn’t move. Give everyone everything they wanted.

  But I couldn’t move.

  My tongue wouldn’t stop tasting the sweet nectar of Shayna’s body. From bottom to top, the slick taste of her pussy drove me wild. The tip of my tongue swirled around her clit making her back arch. I suckled at her, hard, my teeth grazing against her sensitive nub.

  That’s when she cried out.

  Her pretty cries bounced off the bathroom walls.

  She grabbed at my hands, pulling, wanting me to let her go. I released my grip and she instantly started to thrust her body at my mouth. I still couldn’t contain myself. She tasted too good. She groaned too perfectly. And the way she lifted her ass off the floor and wiggled her hips was what dreams were made of.

  One hand of hers turned and she interlocked her fingers with mine. She tried to squeeze tight, maybe wanting to hurt me, maybe it was just her body’s reaction to the pleasure. My other hand was shoved up her shirt. I quickly scaled her body, feeling her warm skin give way to her hanging breast. As I cupped her tit, I growled, still remembering that she had flashed those other guys. I still had yet to see her tits, now my hand was exploring.

  I felt her nipple rub against my palm.

  My hand tightened around her breast; she fit perfectly into my hand.

  Her hand grabbed the back of my head and she cried out. Her heels dug into the floor as she lifted her hips higher by the second. She went from trying to be sexual and grinding against my touch to simply quivering. I was in fucking control. Complete fucking control.

  I broke my hands away from her and cupped her ass again. I held her there, her body almost horizontal, off the floor. My mouth deep between her thighs. Sucking at smooth folds, thrusting my tongue with speed, curling with hard movements, I brought her to the edge and beyond. The moment she began to come, her legs gave out. She would have crashed back to the floor, but I eased her down. She quickly tried to fight me away, wanting to close her legs. I ended up where I began, my hands at her legs, keeping her right where I wanted her.

  I felt her throb with each pulse from deep within her body. Her sweetness flowed with ease as she groaned over and over.

  My tongue got one more taste before I kissed up to her stomach and then pulled away.

  I stood up and looked down at what I had done.

  Shayna was on the floor, her panties torn from her body. Her shirt - my fucking t-shirt - halfway up her body. Her face was flushed, cheeks rosy red, her eyes wide. She gasped for air.

  “I’m not afraid of anything,” I said and stepped over Shayna, leaving the bathroom.

  That statement… that was a bold faced lie. I was afraid of something. I was afraid of the way Shayna made me feel.

  ~

  I stood out on the porch and held my cell. It rang and rang. When the voicemail picked up, I hung up and dialed again.

  It took me three times to get Cormac on the line.

  “What the fuck, man?”

  “I need a favor.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I need you to come to the cabin.” I turned and saw Shayna emerge from the bedroom, changed into different clothes. “I need you to watch someone for me.”

  “What someone? What the hell…”

  “Just be here within the hour,” I said.

  I hung up the call and tucked the phone into my back pocket.

  Shayna stood there and stared at me. I leaned against the railing and crossed my arms. I could still smell her, still taste her. Christ, I hadn’t even fucked her yet. And why not? I never took my time with women. I always knew what I wanted and how I wanted it.

  Fuck.

  Before this shit got any deeper, I needed to go visit someone. I needed to figure out if this was getting real.

  20.

  (Shayna)

  I sat at the kitchen table and watched Finn pace like a hungry lion waiting for a steak. My body shivered and then ached, realizing that I was, in so many ways, his prey. His meal.

  And I liked it.

  Each time Finn turned, I saw the gun sticking out of his back pocket.

  The whole thing with Fiore had him rattled. And I know I didn’t help by goading him. I did not expect him to toss me to the floor and do that to me. Yeah, part of me had wanted him to rip off my panties and fuck me, but I mostly expected him to get pissed and storm away.

  He was the best I ever had… and I barely even had him yet. That alone left my body totally on fire.

  “Say something,” I said.

  Finn stopped and turned. “What? Want to take another jab at me?”

  “Jesus, Finn. I…”

  “I don’t want to hear it.”

  “Do you want to hear about my sister?”

  Now I had his complete attention.

  He stepped back and put his hands to the counter. The way his shoulders puffed up made them look like massive boulders. He was just plain sexy. Every inch, top to bottom. Although there were several inches that my body wanted to feel…

  My mouth ached for him again.

  “We grew up with each other,” I said. “Nobody and nothing else. We never knew our father…”

  “Who’s older?”

  “My sister. By two minutes.”

  “What?”

  I smiled. “Twins.”

  “Twins,” Finn said. “How could you be twins? If she worked for Zander, wouldn’t he recognize…”

  “Fraternal,” I said. “Two different eggs. So we don’t look alike at all. She looked identical to our mother. I guess I look like our father.”

  “Okay. That makes sense.”

  “Our mother died young. In her early forties. Her heart gave out. We were just teenagers when it happened and we managed to keep ourselves alive without anyone knowing it. Then Sasha had this party one night and the neighbors called the police. Next thing I knew, we were being taken in and thrown into the system. Sasha got out and went to the street. She started doing anything for money. That’s how she met Zander’s crew.”

  “And you?”

  “I was in foster care until eighteen. Not many people give a shit about sixteen year olds. And the one who did wanted a check from the state and to proposition me. For… stuff…”

  Finn curled his lip. “Stuff?”

  “Stuff.”

  “Did anything…”

  “No,” I said. “I learned how to fight back.” I swallowed hard. “But I got hit a lot. I ran away and never went back. I found Sasha and I thought we could go back to the way it was. But it didn’t. Sasha was deep into something. She used to joke and tell me that if she said anything about her work she’d
have to kill me. I thought maybe she was a stripper and was embarrassed to tell me. Not that I would judge her. But she wasn’t that at all. No way. She was in with Zander.”

  “How do you know?” he asked.

  “That’s the thing. I don’t. I’m guessing. I saw her with some of his guys. She wasn’t some whore, okay?”

  Finn raised an eyebrow. “When did I say that?”

  “It’s what you’re going to assume. That’s what everyone does with Sasha. She wasn’t a whore.”

  “Okay. Then what was she doing with Zander?”

  “I don’t know. The last time I saw her she said she needed to take a trip. She was going with some friends and colleagues. That’s the last I saw of her. And everything I tried to do to find her failed me. Over and over. Until I decided to get in with Zander.”

  Finn shook his head.

  “What?” I asked.

  “It takes guts to just slide right in with a guy like Zander. I’m impressed. So how did you get in with him?”

  “Luck, I guess. I started showing up to his fights. I bet a little here and there. I caught his attention.”

  “I could see that.”

  “Oh?”

  “Really?”

  “What?”

  “You say ‘oh?’ as though you don’t know you’re stunningly beautiful, sweetie.”

  I fought a smile but my blushing cheeks gave myself away. “Thanks, I guess.”

  “Yeah, you guess all you want.” Finn pushed from the counter and walked toward me. “And you can’t find your sister?”

  “No. I kept waiting and digging. Asking other women questions. Trying to be casual about it. But I have nothing. For all I know…”

  I turned my head as the emotion caught up with me.

  For all I know, she’s fucking dead.

  And that was the most logical answer in it all. She got too deep with Zander and did something to piss him off. Or maybe he got bored with her and just killed her. You’d think that would be crazy, but I’d seen it a dozen times.

  “Look, I’m sorry,” Finn said. “I don’t know what to say. When we get this figured out maybe I can help you.”

  I was about to look at him and either spit in his face or kiss him.

  I never got the chance to decide.

  A car sped up to the cabin. And the guy behind the wheel looked big and pissed off.

  ~

  Finn did nothing to protect me as the guy entered the cabin. In fact, Finn walked to the guy and not only hugged him tight, but then took the gun from his back pocket and gave it to the guy.

  They then both walked into the kitchen.

  For a second, the guy looked familiar.

  “Shayna, this is Cormac,” Finn said. “My best brother.”

  Finn put a fist out and Cormac smacked it with a fist of his own.

  “Cormac,” I whispered.

  “I was at the fight,” Cormac said. “All this is sort of my fault.”

  “Thanks for that,” I said.

  “I have to go somewhere,” Finn said. “Cormac is going to keep an eye on things.”

  “Are you serious?” I asked.

  Finn eyed me and curled his lip. He didn’t respond.

  “You’ll be safe,” Cormac said.

  “You know that for sure?” I asked.

  “Hey,” Finn said. “I trust Cormac with my life. He’s the best fucking fighter in the world.”

  “A fighter?”

  “Legal,” Finn said. “He’s amazing. Going to own the world someday.”

  “You could too, bro,” Cormac said. “If you’d dig out of your grave and these messes.”

  I smirked. Cormac was big, tough, and bold. It was obvious Finn and Cormac knew each other for a while. Cormac had lighter skin and short ginger hair with tight curls. He had tattoos on both arms and his shoulders ripped against his t-shirt as much as Finn did. Christ, strip away the reality of my life, and these were probably two of the hottest guys I’d ever met standing inches from me.

  Cormac had a scruffy ginger beard and well cut dimples when he smiled.

  “Don’t worry about my grave,” Finn said.

  “Yeah, take it easy, brother,” Cormac said.

  When Cormac said brother is sounded more like ‘brudder’… a hint at an Irish accent?

  Finn and Cormac hugged again, smacking each other’s backs with tight fists.

  “I’ll be back in a bit,” Finn said, to both me and Cormac. He then pointed to the gun. “If she does anything out of line, shoot her.”

  And that was my goodbye.

  Finn walked away and Cormac leaned against the kitchen doorway, grinning. The gun in his hand.

  If she does anything out of line, shoot her.

  Maybe it was a joke, but the way Finn said it and the way Cormac looked at me, it wasn’t a joke.

  I was a goddamn hostage.

  21.

  (Finn)

  It’d been too long.

  Way too fucking long.

  If I had been the one to make dumb promises for everlasting romance and bullshit, I would have made it known that I’d always visit. I never made that kind of promise because I never got the chance. We weren’t in that part of our lives.

  It all happened so fast.

  Funny how Cormac always told me I’d fallen into my own grave. From the legal, straight fights to the underground world. I didn’t do it for money or fame or even to just disappear. I did it because of the hunger to kill. Never before had I wanted to kill… and I needed to get away from anything legal. Because if I killed someone, I’d be punished. With Fiore, if I killed someone, it would be swept under the rug. Or better yet, he could set up bets for death fights and we could make money off it.

  I never did that though.

  I never killed anyone during a fight.

  I slowed my truck down and pulled to the side of the road. I couldn’t look left.

  Someone once told me that looking side to side or back was a waste of time. Life was about looking forward, moving forward.

  If it were only that fucking easy.

  This thing with Shayna was bad. Very bad.

  I never expected Fiore to do what he did. To just barge into the cabin and put a gun to my head. The look in his eyes told me either he wasn’t sleeping or he was snorting powder up his nose. Watching him go into the bedroom left my heart pounding and my nerves shaking. I feared he was going to do something bad to Shayna.

  Then he wanted me to fuck her while he watched.

  It didn’t bother me… but Shayna deserved more than that. Better than that.

  My mindset in the situation was what scared me. Because I cared.

  I drove forward and then turned left. Yeah, I needed to go forward, but I needed to visit her. My Carrie. I passed through the cemetery gates and felt the anger and emotion rise up in my chest and throat.

  My Carrie. Gone. All gone.

  22.

  (Shayna)

  “So, are we going to break the ice or what?” I asked.

  “You can start by getting naked,” Cormac said without hesitation.

  “I can see why you and Finn are friends.”

  “Aye. More than friends, Shayna. Brothers.”

  “Real brothers?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Are you blood related?”

  “No,” Cormac said. “Blood ain’t family.”

  “I’m not going to try and run away or anything,” I said. I pointed to the gun. “You don’t look comfortable holding that.”

  “Truth be told, I don’t like guns. I don’t like any of this shit. I hate that Finn is in this world. But I love the bastard and would follow him into the fire.”

  Cormac then put the gun on the kitchen counter.

  I truly had no intentions of doing anything stupid. I had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. And after Fiore’s visit earlier, it was pretty crystal clear that this situation was going to get worse by the second. Leaving would only strip me away from Finn’
s protection and I’d end up with Fiore and his men.

  “Do you know why I’m here?” I asked.

  “Finn looking for a little romp,” Cormac said with a grin.

  His eyes were bright blue and when you mixed it with his smile, I could see women dropping for him easily. But he didn’t have the rough edges that Finn did. Cormac was maybe too good. Yeah, big and strong, but he walked a different path. He probably ate vegetables because they kept your heart healthy. For Finn, keeping his heart healthy, meant avoiding bullets to his heart. Big difference between a carrot and a bullet.

  “I wish,” I said. “This is…”

  “The fact he has you here is amazing,” Cormac said. “Either he loves you or you’re really wanted dead. No other choice.”

  “Oh?”

  Cormac gave a nod. “Tell me your version of the story then.”

  “No story. You were there. Shit got crazy. My boss wanted him dead and I helped him survive. Now his boss wants something from me.”

  “What’s that?”

  “A baby.”

  Cormac raised an eyebrow. “Say that again?”

  “You heard me the first time,” I said. “So Finn and I are trying… trying to figure out something.”

  “Aye, Christ,” Cormac said. He looked around the kitchen. “So, have you two…?”

  “What?”

  “You want me to say it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Has he fucked you?”

  “That’s a personal question.”

  “I have a gun,” Cormac said.

  “You win,” I said. “No, we haven’t done that.”

  “Doesn’t shock me.”

  “It’s because of the woman, right?”

  Cormac raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

  “I found a picture of Finn and a woman. He flipped shit and kicked over a table. There was a frame and it shattered. I found a picture behind it. He won’t talk about it.”

  “That happened here?” Cormac asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “What were you doing when he flipped?”

  My cheeks turned red. “Nothing.”

  “Ah, you liar,” Cormac said. “You were doing stuff with him. That’s why he flipped.”

  “It’s because of the woman…”

  “Aye,” Cormac said. “This cabin was meant for something else. See, me and Finn grew up tight as brothers. We trained together. He’s the toughest and smartest goddamn man I’ve ever met. Never saw a fighter like that before.”