My hair was up in a knot on the top of my head and my body was submerged in the warmth of the water when Brice walked in. He leaned back against the door and looked at me. I watched as the bulge behind his fly grew as he raked his eyes over me. “You going to stand there or are you going to join me?” He didn’t answer, instead he just started to peel his clothes from his hard body.
I watched as his shirt revealed his chest and then fell to the floor. He sat on the seat of the toilet and unlaced his boots and took off his socks. Just watching him slowly disrobe was exciting me and sending anticipation zinging through my body. He stood and started to unbuckle his belt. I tracked my eyes up his body. He was staring at me with heated intent burning in his molten eyes. I couldn’t tear my gaze from his, he held me captive and I followed his eyes even as he pushed his pants down.
When he stood back up, I was eye level with his cock and the wonderfully delicious piercing that adorned the head. I unconsciously licked my lips and his groan brought my eyes back to his. He stepped into the bath and moved himself behind me, as he lowered into the water, the levels rose to the lip of the bath. If we were to move too much, we’d have a mess to clean up.
Brice pulled me onto his lap, my back against his arm and my legs over the side of his. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder. I sighed at the warmth I felt that had nothing to do with the water and everything to do with the man holding me.
He swiped the loofa off of the hook and dipped it into the water then held it up, letting the water steam down on my skin. “I love you, Abby, and I need you to trust me.” His voice was low and rumbled out of his chest.
“So, this is your plan, to seduce me into talking?” I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I moved to get off him and out of the bath, but his arm banded around my waist tight. “Let go, Brice.”
“No,” he said, he moved my body to where I straddled his lap and I faced him. As much as I hated to admit it, I weakened my resolve to move away. I wanted him, even with his underhanded attempt to gain information from me. I shuddered as he pulled me higher up against him and I felt his cock against my mound and belly. My breasts were at his chin level. “No, honey, that was not my sole purpose of coming in here. You were my sole purpose of coming in here. Do I want you to trust me? Hell yeah, but I also just want you, Abby.” He gathered more water on the loofa and raised it so the water would flow down my chest. Brice leaned forward and licked and sucked the beads of water from the tips of my breast causing me to arch forward and grind against him.
I tunneled my hands in his hair and held his head to my chest. He sucked hard and bit on the sensitive tip causing me to grind on his rigid cock harder. “Brice.” I gasped at the sensations he was causing. I couldn’t sit still. I kept grinding on him, sending the water swaying ever closer to the top of the bath with each movement.
“Lift up, honey, I want to be inside that pussy,” he rasped around my nipple, still going back and forth between the two driving me freaking nuts. His hands bracketed my waist as I rose up on my knees and used one hand to guide his cock inside my body. The water made his entrance a little rougher, causing more friction, the feel of it was incredible. Once I was lowered all the way on him, I started rolling my hips back and forth while grinding down. “Up and down, baby, up and down,” he commanded me.
I followed his direction and started rising slowly up off of his shaft then lowering myself slowly down, enjoying the drag of his cock within my aching pussy. I groaned as I continued to move. His hands moved from my hips down to my butt where he squeezed and separated the globes of my ass. “Brice, yes.” I picked up the pace, slamming down harder and harder on him.
The water was escaping the tub with each of our movements, but I didn’t care or stop my movements “God, Abby, you feel so good honey.” His finger breached the tight ring of muscle, pushing his finger in my ass, as I came down on his cock.
“Oh my god.” I cried out as my body splintered apart and shattered into a million different directions. My body convulsed and grasped his as he came inside me, groaning at the exquisite perfection of his own release. I collapsed against his chest and rested my head back on his shoulder. My breaths were rugged and panting, “So worth the mess,” I said between gasps. His chuckle rumbled in my ear.
We drained what was left of the water from the tub, then stood to really take a shower. I had my back to the showerhead when he turned it on. The water came out as cold and I squealed and tried to move out of the water’s spray, but Brice was there blocking me. “Jerk,” I said with a smile. He smiled and adjusted the nobs and heating up the water again.
“Turn around.”
I did as he ordered and turned my back to him. He took my hair down, letting the long tresses fall to my shoulders and then guided me to turn back around to face him. He moved my hair beneath the water, getting my hair wet while running his fingers through it. My eyes were on his at first, but as his fingers worked through the strands, my eyes drifted closed at the erotic feel of it.
His hands grasped my shoulders and turned my back to him again. “Keep your eyes closed,” he whispered in my ear. I heard him moving and of the top of the shampoo snap. The smell of coconut surrounded me as he lathered and massaged my scalp while washing my hair. “I love when I smell you, I breathe in coconut.” He was standing close enough I could feel his now hard again erection on my lower belly.
I moaned, it amazed me how erotic this was. I mean, the sex was hot and mind blowing a few minutes ago, but this seemed so much more intimate. He tipped my head back and began massaging with the water flowing over it, rinsing the soap out. I sighed when he repeated the process with the conditioner. I then felt the loofa abrading my skin as he slowly washed my neck and shoulders. He worked his way down my body, spending extra time on my breasts where he gently squeezed the ripe mounds and scratched the loofa against my pebbled nipples. When he reached my core, the feel of him washing me was almost enough to make me cum. “Brice, please,” I moaned, pleading for more of his touch.
“No, not yet, honey.” He quickly finished washing my legs and my feet knowing that I wouldn’t be able to take too much more. My body was quivering with desire and need. “Wash me,” he commanded, taking the focus off of me and putting it on him.
I tried to recreate for him all the feelings he had given me as I washed his hair, but I don’t think it had the same effect on him. He was still hard, but it was just a process to him. It was when I started washing his body that I noticed him clenching his jaw. I smoothed over the muscles of his chest and arms, made my way down his tight abs, and stroked his hard shaft, playing with the piercing. When I went down to my knees, I leaned forward to take him in my mouth. “No, I’m not going to last if you do that, sweetheart, and I have every intention of making love to you when we get to the bed. This is all foreplay for what I have in store for you tonight.” I moaned and kissed just the head, licking the piercing. I had every intention of having him in my mouth again.
He shut off the water as I climbed to my feet. He dried my body off and wrapped the robe from the back of the door around me. He used a towel to quickly dry himself and then wrapped it around his waist. We walked hand and hand to my room, not speaking. There was so much emotion sparking between us that words just seemed obsolete.
Brice shed his towel and I untied my robe, letting it fall to the floor. We climbed into bed and met in the middle. He made slow, sweet love to me unlike any other time we’ve been together and more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. When I fell asleep in his arms, I felt safe, loved, and cherished.
Chapter 22
Brice
Once Abby was asleep, I snuck downstairs. I wasn’t surprised to see Titan downstairs instead of Ink. “Is Ink alive?” I asked with barely veiled humor.
“For now, but he won’t be for long if he doesn’t back the fuck off of her.”
“I thought you were done, brother.”
“Grit,
it is not the time to fuck with me. Is Abby out?
”Yeah.” I yawned. “Shit, she wore me out, too.” I couldn’t contain the grin that spread across my face. I loved the hell out of that woman.
“Rub it in why don’t you,” Titan grumbled, “your woman is sending you into a sex coma and mine is giving me blue balls.”
“I’m not your woman and I never will be.” McKenzie spoke up from the archway that led to the kitchen. She was already in pajamas, a pair of short shorts and a tank top, and she was holding a glass of water.
“Yes, you will, but I’ll give you some time to get use to the idea.” Titan countered.
“Ha, your balls will fall off from lack of use or from a disease you’ve caught from the club skank before that shit happens.”
“Keep talking, sweetheart, it will make it all the sweeter when I finally make you mine.” He winked at her.
“Not going to happen, sweetheart.”
Watching the two of them together was very entertaining, but I was too damn tired for this shit. “I’m going to leave you two to your twisted brand of foreplay and head to bed. Titan, we’ll talk tomorrow.” I had intended to talk to him, but he was getting interaction with McKenzie even if it was frustrating for him.
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The next morning, Abby and I headed downstairs for breakfast. Titan and McKenzie were both up already working on coffee. “Legend’s on his way over,” Titan said as we walked in.
“Good. He can head to the bar with us and have a look at the area. Did you make that call I told you about?”
“Yeah, they weren’t happy. In fact, they went with another company.”
“Fuck, okay well, Abby and McKenzie are more important. Good morning. baby girl.” I side hugged McKenzie.
She grunted at me. “Next time you two have a bath, I am not cleaning the mess up.”
I looked at Abby, her face was flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, honey, we were a little distracted last night.”
“I heard. That’s why I went downstairs for water. I’m seriously considering moving into the apartment. You two need your privacy.”
The room was silent. Abby’s face looked like she was in pain, at McKenzie’s words. “I’m sor-,” she started.
“No,” McKenzie cut her off. “You have a life, Abby, you deserve some happiness after all this time. I’m glad you found it, but I really don’t need to hear that part of your happiness.”
I looked at Titan and his face was a mask of impassivity, but his eyes were blazing. “Not until after we find who is behind the attempt on Abby’s life. When we find that person, then you can move if you still want to.” We all sat down and ate the breakfast that McKenzie made.
“It’s not your decision and I wasn’t asking for permission,” she said as she scooted her eggs around on her plate.
Titan moved quickly toward McKenzie. He spun her chair and placed his hand on the back behind her. His face was close to hers and I could see her breathing pick up with him being so close to her. “You’ve got two choices, darlin’. One, you can stay here with Abby, Grit, and me until all this is over, or two, the one I would prefer.” He grinned, “You can move into the apartment, but I move in with you. We could use some privacy for all the things I want to do to you.”
“I’ll stick around here,” she said quickly. When he backed off, I saw her breathe heavily.
The doorbell rang, again, pulling attention away from the chemistry sparking between the two of them. I pulled my gun and Titan did the same. I nodded to him without speaking. He was going to stay with the women. I walked down the hall, moving silently toward the door. Looking out the peephole, I saw it was Legend. “Thanks for coming, brother.” I greeted him with a man hug, which included a smack to the back.
“Anytime man,” I led him through the house back to the dining room. Titan was already relaxed because he had heard us talking. “Titan.” they greeted each other.
He turned his attention to the girls. I walked to stand by Abby, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Legend, this is Abby, that’s McKenzie.” I lifted my chin, motioning toward her. Legend always the one to get a rise out of us, grabbed each of their hands and kissed their knuckles.
“Watch it,” Titan growled, giving Legend exactly what he wanted, a reaction.
“Whatever, ignore him, he’s a Neanderthal. Do you want some breakfast?” McKenzie asked him, not at all intimidated by him like most women seemed to be, though I don’t know why I’m surprised when she stands up to Titan the way she does. Legend is the shortest in stature of the three of us at 5’11” and where Titan is heavily muscled and I’m bulky, Legend is muscled but on the lean, wiry side.
“Sure.” We all sat back down and ate breakfast. Titan, Legend, and I regaled the girls with stories of us growing up and all the trouble we got into. McKenzie’s phone rang from her purse. She excused herself and didn’t come back. “So, what are the chances that you are going to leave his ass and come with me back to Dallas?”
“Dammit, Legend, get your own girl.”
Abby laughed and snuggled closer to me. “None, but good try.”
“Ah well, there’s always this one.” He snagged McKenzie’s waist as she was walking back to the table and she started fighting and screaming. She kicked and thrashed. He was trying to calm her down without letting her go because she would have fallen and could have got hurt.
Titan’s chair flew back as he stood, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her from Legend’s arms. “Mother fucker. Touch her again and you die” Titan pulled her in close to him and held her. Her head barely met the middle of his chest without her stilts on. I watched as she calmed down clinging to him. She needed Titan, as much as she was fighting him, she needed him.
“McKenzie,” Legend said softly, “Babe, I was just joking around. I’m sorry.” Legend never apologized for shit. Titan and I looked at each other in shock at his words.
McKenzie was visibly shaking, her breathing was fast and choppy, but gradually it was slowing down. It was then I knew for certain that Abby might have gotten away from being raped but McKenzie had not. I just didn’t know if it was the same son of a bitch. If it was or it wasn’t, it made no difference. The bastard or bastards were going to die for touching the girls.
“I’m sorry.” McKenzie finally calmed down enough to speak. “I overreacted.”
“No,” Legend, Titan, Abby, and I all said at the same time.
“Don’t apologize, babe,” Legend said, “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that without knowing you better. I was doing it to get a rise out of Titan and joke around. That’s on me, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong.”
“Abby, why don’t you and McKenzie go upstairs and get ready for the day. We need to talk club business.” Titan wanted the girls gone for what we were about to discuss.
“Club business, meaning you want to discuss what the hell just happened. Fuck you. You want to talk about me behind my back.” And there it was, McKenzie’s solid spine was back. Legend burst out laughing watching her knock Titan down.
“Darlin’, believe me, the last words you want to say to me are ‘fuck you’. Now move your sexy ass upstairs and go get ready for the day. We’ll leave in fifteen minutes.” McKenzie headed for the stairs but not before looking over her shoulder and sticking her tongue out at Titan. When he made a move to go toward her, she squeaked and ran up the stairs. “It’s only a matter of time, McKenzie,” he yelled after her, promising her that her time was coming.
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“What the fuck happened to her? And who the fuck is responsible?” Legend asked as soon as both the girls were upstairs.
“She was raped, we’re guessing, and my guess is it was the same guy that attempted to rape Abby.”
“Who?”
“We don’t know. The girls won’t talk about it, they are scared to talk about anything regarding their past. At the restaurant and bar, they don’t even go by their real names, afraid that somebody is going to figure out the
ir identities. So, if you’re there Abby is Phoenix and McKenzie is Ember.”
“You are fucking her and you haven’t gotten her to talk. Either of you?”
“I’m not fucking McKenzie, yet, and I think it’s more than fucking as far as Grit and Abby go, at least it better be or Gavel and I will have his balls.”
“You damn well know it’s more, so stop threatening my balls.”
“How is it possible you two haven’t gotten them to talk?”
“You’ve met McKenzie, hell, you’ve seen me interact with her. Do you honestly think that woman is going to talk if she doesn’t want to?” Titan grumbled
“What about you?” Legend looked at me, waiting for an answer. What could I tell him? That Abby had my balls. If I pushed too hard, she would shut down.
“She won’t talk. She is convinced that she, McKenzie, and even we are safer if she keeps her mouth shut. We have no proof or evidence to support anything, but I have a feeling that the senator or his son is involved. Without confirmation, we can’t act and that’s even more crucial than before if it does go that high up.”
“Fuck, brother, and she’s the one you want, huh?”
“Yeah.”
, “And you?” He asked looking at Titan.
“Yes.”
“You guys always did do complicated.” He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head. It was a load of shit, besides the Monica debacle. Legend was usually the one getting into heavy and complicated shit. “Though, I’ve got to say, Grit, she’s a hell of a lot better than that crazy bitch Monica. At least you picked a good one this time.”
“Speaking of which, Monica made an appearance yesterday. Apparently she’s in town and wants me back. I asked her about her husband and kid and she ignored the question. She has been here for a week, setting up an apartment for us.” Titan and Legend looked stunned, about as stunned as I felt.
“Do you think she could have…” Legend let his question trail off, but I knew what he was asking and the truth is as crazy as Monica was at the bar yesterday, I don’t know.
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