Brothers Black: Wyatt the Heartbreaker

by Blue Saffire

  “What the fuck is that? Tell me it is a joke or some training you set up while we were gone,” I snarl.

  “This motherfucker is going to wish this was a joke,” Noah growls. “That’s Bean’s dead ex-boyfriend.”

  “Yeah, well, why is my girl handing him his fucking ass on a video,” I hiss. “Who is recording that shit? Wait…did she just pull a gun?”

  I squint at the video as Ryan comes into view. I am going to kick his and Braxton’s ass. I bet my life Brax is the one recording. This shit is more than entertaining to that little fucker.

  I have to say my chest is swelling with pride to see my baby handle herself, but if my asshole brothers had time to record the shit they should have stepped in a hell of a lot sooner. If Nellie or Bean had gotten hurt, I would be missing two brothers.

  Somewhere in the back of my brain, I am processing how confident both Nellie and Bean look. It is a look I haven’t seen on either of them in a while. Well, I have never fully seen it on Nellie, but I have on Bean before.

  Noah starts the video over and this time, I catch it from the beginning. I wince when both Bean and Nellie kick the dude in his back. Johnathan is now standing over us to see what has us ready to murder.

  “Damn,” John whistles when Nellie scissor kicks the prick and Bean follows with a backflip double kick.

  I almost feel bad for the guy, but he hasn’t even begun to know hurt. The way Noah is clinching his phone in a vice grip, I know he is going to kill this guy. I lift my brow as I watch Nellie pull my .45 for the second time. Fuck, she looks hot.

  “So I guess we won’t be getting any sleep yet,” Johnathan sighs.

  “I got this,” Noah rumbles. “Brax said Bean has been staying with Nellie and working at the office. Wyatt, you go take care of our girls. I got this asshole. I’ve owed him a visit for some time now.”

  I lift my brow further to hear Noah call Bean his girl. I don’t call him on it right now, but I will be looking into what is going on there once I know my baby and Bean are safe. I’m not worried about Noah needing back up. He can take that douchebag in his sleep.

  I just need off this plane. If one hair is harmed on Nellie’s head, I am going to let loose a shit storm like none other. Bad enough Braxton and Ryan are going to want to avoid sparring with me for at least a few months. If they don’t, I am going to tear into them every time this shit comes to mind.

  I sigh. Never a dull moment I swear. We are twenty minutes out from our descent when I can’t hold back from turning on my phone. As soon as I turn it on I wish I hadn’t. I am like a caged lion as Felix’s text comes through. This plane needs to land. Now!

  Chapter Twenty

  Nellie

  Wyatt is finally coming home. I didn’t sleep last night at all. It is like my body knows he is on his way back. I sat lying in bed staring at the ceiling with my body aching for him all night. His words from before he left played on repeat, ‘When I get back I’m going to turn you out, Nellie. You haven’t begun to know pleasure. I’m going to ruin this pussy.’ I thought of all the things Wyatt has in store for me.

  I started to organize my things in his closet the other day. I have so much here now. I wanted to fix his closet so my things fit into their own place. I decided last week that I want to let my place go. I can save the money and I know that I will never leave Wyatt’s side after these last two torturous weeks.

  Well, you can say I got the surprise of my life when I accidentally flipped a switch on a side panel of one of the shelves. The hidden door popped open and out of curiosity, I peeked inside. Imagine my shock to find a chest full of paddles, whips, and floggers. I just stood in the closet staring for several minutes before I processed what all I was looking at.

  His question from playing truth or dare rings in my ears and so much clicks into place. ‘What’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done sexually?’ I had frozen because at the time I was thrown into the failed attempts at a sex life with Barry. Sex had always been about Barry’s needs not about mine.

  The idea popped in my head to see if the other shelves had the same hidden chest. I found three more. One filled with more sex toys and things like cuffs and other restraints.

  A smile crossed my face when I realized that I had found what Wyatt has been holding back from me. I was suddenly looking much more forward to the turning out he promised me. I hadn’t even known I would be open to something as kinky as the things I imagined he would do to me with all of the toys and things I found.

  The last two chests I found were where he keeps bullet proof vests and more guns. I found some comfort in knowing those were around. However, the other two chests were the ones that had my mind on overdrive and my pussy aching for my man.

  Bean and I are so tired of the office and sitting at home as we both start to get excited about the guys return. We decided to do a little shopping. Heather tagged along, which meant Braxton was on our heels.

  We had asked Ryan to tag along, but as soon as Braxton heard Heather say she was coming along Braxton was pushing Ryan toward a new client and excusing himself to be our personal escort.

  I would feel bad for Braxton, but I have seen the way Heather is around him. She has changed in the last past months in so many ways. I don’t pry because she can be very private when it comes to her love life even if she is in everyone else’s business.

  I had something specific in mind for this shopping trip. I’ve never had any type of sexy lingerie. Sure, I have plenty of cute lace panty and bra sets, but I want something hot and sexy for when Wyatt comes home and I tell him that I want to move in with him.

  I want something that will make sure he makes good on his promise. I smile at my naughty thoughts as we walk into the lingerie store. Heather spins on her heels and shoots daggers at Braxton with her eyes.

  “You can go and find something to do. We will call you when we are ready to go,” she hisses at Braxton.

  Braxton gives her that signature sexy Black Brother smile, his golden eyes twinkling. “Whatever you buy, I’m going to see it sooner or later anyway,” he says eyeing Heather up and down.

  “In your dreams, little boy,” she snaps at him.

  “You and I know there is nothing little about me,” he snorts and throws her a wink.

  “Oh my God, why do you love torturing me,” Heather groans as she buries her head in her hands.

  “It is only torture because you keep denying yourself what you truly want,” Braxton says smugly.

  “For the last time, I don’t want you. Does this shit actually work on the ones that do,” Heather asks with a dumbfounded look on her face.

  Braxton leans to whisper something in her ear that makes her blush to the roots of her hair. I don’t miss the lust filled look she gives him before schooling her features once again. Braxton doesn’t miss it either.

  He laughs heartily with his head thrown back, getting the attention of other shoppers around us. Heather just turns on her heels and stomps away from him. I punch Braxton in the arm and shake my head at him.

  “Why do you give her such a hard time,” I sigh.

  “Because she is my future wife,” Braxton shrugs as if he had just said the simplest thing in the world.

  My mouth drops open as I stare up at him. “You’re kidding right, you do know Heather is not into guys, right,” I whisper.

  “Yeah, sure,” he snorts and looks at his phone. He frowns at his phone distractedly. “Call me when you guys are done.”

  Heather comes back over once Braxton is out of sight. “Good that pest is gone,” she says with a nod.

  “What did he say to you,” I ask curious as to what he whispered.

  “Same thing he always whispers to get me to slap the shit out of him,” she grumbles. She quickly changes the subject. “I think I found the perfect thing for you.”

  Heather links an arm in mine and one in Bean’s before dragging us to a rack with sexy lace numbers. Soon Braxton is forgotten and I am loading up on things I want to wear for
my man. I figure I can splurge a little since I am giving up my place.

  With purchases in our hands we leave the store and I pull my phone out to text Braxton. I freeze when I see I have a text message on my phone. I stumble a few steps before Bean grabs my arm.

  “Nellie what is it,” she asks with concern.

  “Barry, he’s here,” I say through my dry mouth.

  The text is my biggest fear come true. He has sent me a text of the address to my apartment, with two simple words.

  Come Home.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Nellie

  He trashed my apartment. Wyatt was right, what if I had stayed there? How did he get in? He trashed my place. These are the thoughts running through my head as I sit shaking on the couch in Wyatt’s living room.

  Braxton had already known about the apartment. It was why he left us to our shopping. Ryan, Joe, and Uncle Rob had gone to my place when Felix got a hit on where to find Barry. When they found my place trashed, they sent Braxton a text.

  He came to my side as I broke down outside the store. I guess I should be honest now of why I have chosen to run from Barry. From the time we started dating, he used to warn me off of talking to his exes. That alone should have been a red flag.

  After the attack and his arrest, one of his ex-girlfriends, Ebony, reached out to me. She warned me to get as far away from him as possible. Barry had not only beaten her badly, nearly to death, but he also raped a friend of hers.

  It turns out that her friend was the daughter of a cop. Barry’s dad dropped money in all the right pockets to cover it up. The only thing he couldn’t prevent was Barry being tossed from the force. Apparently, the friend’s father was only willing to turn the other way if Barry lost his job. They had threatened his job and pension, but he wanted some type of justice for his daughter.

  Ebony said they knew it was the most punishment he would get for his crimes. Barry’s father had too many people in his pocket. In Seattle, there is no fighting the Colemans. Come to find out, Ebony and her friend were only two of many.

  When Barry dragged me by my hair, that night I never thought the latter could be my fate. If I had let him drag me into his place, I could have very well been beaten and raped. What I fear the most is that Barry is not satisfied with not having hurt me more.

  He always had this thing with needing to win. I have always known in my gut that if he finds me and manages to get me alone, he is going to kill me or die trying. I feel like my suspicions are only confirmed by the pictures Braxton and Ryan showed me of my place.

  The hatred behind the damage done to my things and my apartment is just sickening. He shredded my mattress and ripped my clothing I still had there to pieces. The toilet was stuffed with my shredded underwear and bras. I wouldn’t put it past him to have pissed on it all. He ruined all my family pictures and smashed my lamps and glass coffee table.

  I have just been sitting here in a daze. Bean and Heather have taken turns trying to soothe me, but I am the only one that knows the type of monster I am facing. Barry has just made who he really is so real for me. I had disassociated him, to some degree, from the things I had heard about him up until this point. Not anymore.

  I jump when the front door bursts open. When I see that it is Wyatt with Noah hot on his heels I race from the couch into his arms. As he lifts me, I lock my legs around his waist and bury my face into his neck.

  The sobs I have been holding in finally rake my body as Wyatt soothes me, passing his hand up and down my back. He places a million kisses all over my head repeating how much he loves me. He doesn’t stop in the living room where Heather, Bean, Braxton, and Ryan have been waiting with me.

  He heads straight to the bedroom. He continues to speak soothing words to me as he kicks the bedroom door closed and walks into the bathroom. In the bathroom, he holds onto me as he turns on the water in the bathtub.

  I don’t have the energy to unwrap myself from him. My body starts to relax as I begin to feel his love wash over me, calming me. He must sense it too because he pulls my shoes off my feet as he steps out of his. Without removing a stitch of our clothing, he steps into the bathtub and sits still holding me in his strong arms.

  He cuts the water off and sits back in silence holding me. We sit like this for a while until I stop shaking with tears. When I am down to quiet sniffles, Wyatt reaches for my face and turns it up to him.

  “You’re moving in with me,” he says firmly with a dark look in his eyes.

  I nod. “I was going to tell you I’m giving up my place, before this happened,” I say softly.

  He closes his eyes as if my words are a relief. “I’m going to find him, Baby. When I do, he will never bother you again. He has stepped into my city now. Here the name Black Rules, I don’t give a shit who his father is. I will destroy him,” he says with such promise and strength in his voice.

  “I missed you so much,” I say as I cup his gorgeous face. He has a few days’ worth of growth on his face making him look a lot more like Noah.

  “I missed you too,” he smiles at me, running his fingers across my cheek and then my lips. His eyes soften, dropping to my quivering lips.

  His head bends to mine and he kisses me just the way you kiss someone that you have longed to see for weeks. There is so much passion, hunger, lust, and love in his kiss. I can even feel the protector within him through the way he holds my face while plundering my mouth.

  I reach for his soaked shirt and pull it over his head tossing it from the bathtub. He frees me of my t-shirt and then my bra. We lock back into a searing kiss that taste of desperate need. Wyatt groans as his strong hands cling to my back.

  My fingers find purchase in his hair as I revel in the feel of his bare chest pressed skin to skin with mine. I start to grind against his arousal, needing him in a way I have never needed him before. I need to feel his arms around me to make me feel safe, protected, in control.

  I know he understands this as he doesn’t take the lead as he usually does. He allows me to set the pace, no matter how much it is killing him. I break the kiss pulling away and staring into those gorgeous eyes of his.

  “I love you, Baby,” he says with all the reassurance I need.

  “I love you, too.”

  I reach for his belt and start to free him from his pants. Wyatt is a large man so of course his tub is fit for a king. I am able to shift to pull his pants down his long legs without much effort. I crawl back over his lap as I toss the wet pants onto the floor.

  I bunch up my skirt revealing my thong. Wyatt’s eyes grow dark with lust. I can’t wait any longer. It has been two weeks too long. I feel like everything that has happened while he was gone is crushing down on me, and I need him to lift that pressure. I lift from my knees in a squatting position as I straddle him.

  “Rip them off,” I whimper to him, reaching for his hand to place it on my thong.

  He growls at my command, gripping the thin wet fabric and tearing it away with ease. I waste no time guiding his shaft into me. My head falls back as he enters me with his hot steel heat.

  We both cry out. I lift my head to look at him and I can see he is fighting with his own need to drive into me. I love this man so much. To think of how stupid and desperate I had been when I started to see Barry, there were signs that I should have paid attention to, but I ignored them because of my need for someone.

  Now, to know the love Wyatt has for me, to feel his strength and fire to protect me. I want, no, I need to please him. I place my hand on his shoulders and start to ride him. His hands rest on my waist, as I move up and down, at first, keeping my eyes on him as he keeps his on me.

  He feels so good, but I know he needs more. I need more. I start to swivel and swirl my hips as I ride him and the water around us becomes violent with my movements, splashing and swirling around my hips and over the edge.

  Wyatt’s head falls back as he groans. His large hands slide further down to grab my backside. I get lost in him and let go of all the fe
ars and insecurities I once had about making love to him. I let the woman in me come to the forefront.

  I shiver at the feel of him moving in and out of me as his hard member moves through me with the stirring motions. I lock my fingers behind his neck and start to roll my body leaning back. He is so deep and hitting all the right places.

  “Shit,” he roars.

  “Wyatt, don’t hold back,” I whimper.

  He grabs a hold of my breasts and begins to roll his hips back at me. His teeth are clenched, his tongue ring is trapped between them as he grits his teeth. His fingers dig into my flesh as he plants his feet to the floor of the tub and lifts his hips to gyrate with my own swiveling hips.

  “Oh shit,” I groan. “Wy, oh my God, Baby.”

  My eyes fall to his broad shoulders as I watch his body work beneath me. It turns me on even more. My wet fingers slip from his neck and grab the edge of the tub on either side of me, at the same time he reaches to grab one edge. His other hand grabs at the wet fabric of my skirt bunched around my waist, like the reins to a horse.

  The wild look in his eyes starts to entrance me. He is looking at me as if he is truly seeing me for the first time and it is making me feel so sexy and in control. Little me, I am the one causing this big powerful man to turn red in the face as I fuck his brains out. I am the one causing his muscles to roll, bunch, and twitch as I work his body.

  “Nellie,” he growls when I cup one of my own breasts and lean forward to lick my own hardened peak. “Yes, fuck yeah, Baby, that’s what I’ve been waiting for. Give me all of you, Baby. I see you, Badass, don’t hide from me. Give me this pussy the way you know I want it, the way you know you need it. You’re so fucking beautiful, so hot, Baby.”

  I arch my back further letting him and the tub support me. I start to rock on his base before rolling my body up and down his shaft once again, only to repeat, again and again. I can feel him swelling inside me. His whole body shudders, making me cum at the sight. Wyatt’s eyes roll in his head as he settles in the tub, and pulls my body back to his, holding me to his chest as he thrusts into me from beneath.