“Well damn,” the oldest Locke adds with a twisted grin. “Since when the fuck did you get all possessive over a girl and shit?”
“Since I made one mine,” Aston says with a confident smirk. “So back the fuck off. I’m taking her downstairs and away from you horny assholes.”
I find myself swallowing as Aston grabs my hand and begins pulling me along with him toward the back of the house.
When you first step inside there’s a set of stairs that leads right down to the basement, to where I assume Aston’s room is.
The thought of what could possibly happen down here, alone with the youngest Locke, has my whole body buzzing with need, ready to feel him on my fucking skin again.
ASTON
I take Kadence to my bedroom, away from the prying eyes of my fucking brothers.
Although I know they won’t mess with her because I made it clear she’s mine, I’m not taking any chances on them eye fucking her.
“That was . . . intense,” she says, her voice soft, her focus on my room.
It’s pretty fucking sparse, only the essentials, but it’s one of the only places I can think if I need my space.
And all I can think about right now is being with her, fucking the hell out of her, really making my claim known. I want my brothers to hear, to know she’s mine, that her screams are for me only.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I needed a run and I somehow ended up . . . here. Your brother saw me and told me to get in the vehicle. I can leave if it makes you uncomfortable.”
I hear what she’s saying, but she doesn’t need to explain herself to me. The fact that she somehow found her way to me only turns me on more, making my need to be inside her grow.
“Come here,” I say, my voice deep, my cock hard. She has this little running outfit on, the clothes tight as hell, her tits on display.
Her nipples are hard, and the scent of her clean sweat fills my nose. She’ll be even sweatier once I’m done with her.
She comes close to me, her breathing ragged her desire clear.
“How wet are you for me?” I reach behind and grab her hair, yanking her head back until our eyes meet.
I kiss her, making her take my tongue, suck on it, want more of it. I grow harder from Kadence’s flavor, the way she feels against me, the fact that she wants this just as badly as I do.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
She gasps against my lips, and I kiss her harder, grazing my teeth over her mouth and drawing blood.
“God, Aston.”
I turn us around, lay her on the bed, and take a step back, admiring her sexy little body that’s meant just for me. “No, not God, but you’ll be screaming his name once I’m done with you.”
KADENCE
I’m so lost in Aston I can’t think straight, can’t even breathe. He has our clothes off before I can even contemplate what’s happening.
I don’t care though because I want this so badly I can taste it.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he grits out.
I obey, because it turns me on to do what he says, to know he likes it when I am good and obedient. I can see it in his eyes, in the way his breathing changes.
When I’m in the position he wants, I glance over my shoulder, seeing him grabbing his huge cock, stroking it from root to tip.
“You want this in you, stretching you, making you feel good?”
All I can do is nod. I’m so wet, my thighs damp, my clit tingling. I need him in me, showing me know what it feels like to be possessed, to be owned.
“I want you screaming, want your cries to fill this fucking house.” He’s on the bed, his hands on my hips, his hard cock right between my legs, so damn close. “If you’re going to be in this motherfucking house, I want my brothers to hear you, to know that you’re mine.”
I’m breathing so hard now, so fast.
I feel him reach between us, place the tip of his dick at my entrance, and in one thrust he’s buried in me, making me take all of his huge, thick inches.
I gasp, my eyes watering from the intrusion, from how damn good it feels.
And then he’s fucking me, shoving into me and retreating, over and over. I cry out, the feeling of pleasure and pain too much to handle, too much to bear.
His hand reaches around to grip my throat, him squeezing as he buries himself deep, showing me and everyone within hearing distance that I’m his.
It turns me on more than he could ever fucking know.
The sheets are tangled between my fingers, my nails aching from how hard I dig them into the mattress. I’m going to come and he’s just started, just filled me.
And then he grabs hold of my hair with his other hand and yanks my head back hard. I do come them, crying out how good it feels to have him take me. To have Aston all over my fucking skin.
Before my body can come down from its orgasm, Aston has me lifted off the bed and my back slammed against the wall, taking me hard and deep again.
The wall shakes from our weight against it, my body moving up and down the surface as he fucks me hard. So fucking hard that I’m screaming again, no doubt his brothers hearing every last second of my pleasure as the youngest Locke stakes his claim on me.
I can barely breathe, his strong hand tight against my throat, his body pressed so hard against mine. And I love it. I want more of it.
Screaming, I dig my nails into his muscled back, feeling his flesh under my fingernails as he continues to pound his cock into me. Our mouths are so damn close it’s like we’re both fighting for air.
Leaning in, I bite his lip and tug, causing him to shove inside of me and stop. When he doesn’t move for a few seconds, I bite him again, but harder, feeling him smirk against my lips.
“You want more. Good, because I’m not done yet.”
With that he tosses me back down onto the mattress and flips me over before slamming into me and cupping my breasts in his hands.
“God, Aston.” I yell that repeatedly, not sure if I’m saying it in my head or the words are spilling from my lips.
“Yes, so fucking good,” he grunts, smacks my ass in a bruising sting, and makes me get off again. I know there will be a bruise in the morning.
I want it. I crave it.
And when I feel him tense behind me, I know he’s getting off, know he’s filling me up with his cum. He has a tight hold on my hips, a painful grip.
I want those black and purple fingerprints on my flesh, a mark of his passion, of his need.
I collapse on the bed, not able to breathe, not able to even move. He only fucked me for a short time, but God, I can’t even feel my legs.
I guess he got that right.
ASTON
I don’t know what the fuck Kadence was thinking, coming to the Locke house like she did, but damn, I’m glad she’s here and in my bed.
I’m glad my brothers now know she’s mine, and that I’m not letting her go.
She fell asleep shortly after we had sex for the second time tonight, her body worn out from mine claiming hers.
I’m just hoping like hell my brothers and I don’t get a call to take care of a job tonight, because sitting here, playing my guitar softly as she sleeps is the only thing relaxing me and keeping me calm.
I haven’t felt this kind of peace in a long fucking time, and I don’t want to let it go. With the darkness that was eating me up earlier today, I need this right now.
I need her right now.
But I should’ve known it wouldn’t last for long, because her roommate no doubt has no idea where she’s at. And she’d freak out knowing that she’s here, with me, in this house.
Which is exactly why her phone is now vibrating across the floor.
The sound of her cell has Kadence sitting up quickly looking panicked as she searches for her phone.
She looks good sleepy and well fucked.
“Oh shit!” She scrambles across the bed and bends over me to get to her phone. �
��Melissa is going to have a heart attack because I’m not home yet.”
By the time she goes to answer the phone, it’s already stopped ringing.
“Come here,” I say while setting my guitar down and pulling her naked body over to straddle my lap. “I’ll drive you home if you want.” I grip the back of her hair and graze my teeth over her neck. “Or you can sleep in my bed.”
She lets out a small gasp as if she’s surprised by my offer. I’ve already claimed her as mine, so you better fucking believe I want her sleeping in my bed.
Just as she gets ready to say something, her phone goes off in her hand again, causing her to lean back and exhale in annoyance. “I should probably go home before Melissa loses it even more and sends out a search party. I hate that she worries.” She eyes me. “But then again she probably has good reason to if she thinks I’m with you.” She smirks.
Damn right.
Tilting her head to the side, I run my tongue up her neck, stopping below her ear. “Fuck, I could do this all night with you if we had the time.” I grip her ass and pick her up to set her on the ground. “Get dressed. I’ll throw on some jeans.”
Once I get my jeans on, I reach behind me and slide my pistol into my waistband—a normal thing for us Lockes to do when leaving the house so late at night and by ourselves.
I’m surprised when I feel Kadence slowly run her hand across the handle before her lips come down to gently kiss my shoulder.
“Have you ever had to use this thing?”
I nod my head and clench my jaw at the memories. “I’ve put a bullet in a few motherfuckers that deserved it, yes. But I haven’t killed anyone.”
I hear her swallow from behind me. Her breathing picks up as if me having this pistol is a turn on. “You should get me home.”
After we’re fully dressed, we make it upstairs to the back porch to find my brothers smoking a joint in front of a small fire.
Ace immediately rushes over to stand in front of us while taking a hit. “Well shit. I think our baby brother needs a few hits after all that hard-core fucking downstairs.”
“Not now, asshole. Gotta get Kadence home.”
“I’ll take a few hits.” Kadence snatches the joint from Ace’s hand, surprising us all.
“She’s a keeper,” Sterling yells over at us with a laugh. “Hell, she hasn’t run off yet. She’s braver than most we know.”
“I’ve been through more than you might think. If I learned one thing throughout my childhood, it’s that you can’t judge others just by what you hear. There’s a reason everyone is the way they are.” Kadence’s gaze meets mine as she takes a hit off the joint and then slowly exhales. “Being scared isn’t something I want to do anymore. I refuse to. After losing my mother last year, I fought too hard to be brave just to give up now and wither in a fucking corner.”
On instinct my arm wraps around Kadence’s waist and I pull her against me as if to protect her from anything she might fear. “And you’ll never have to be fucking scared again. I will tear down any fear that ever threatens to haunt you.”
I grab the joint from her hand and take a few quick hits before tossing it back to Ace. “I’m driving her home and I’ll be right back.”
KADENCE
I glance over at Aston, wondering what in the hell I’ve gotten myself into.
I’m head over heels for this guy, and I don’t even know how it happened, but ever since the first night I laid my eyes on him, he’s consumed my thoughts.
I don’t know why I took those hits when Ace offered me his joint. I’m not even a pot smoker, but I needed something to mellow me out, and it seemed like the perfect time.
The images of what we did in Aston’s room play through my head, making my want and need for him grow again. This man has a way of making me crave him, like my darkest desire.
As it is my thighs are sore, the slight stickiness of Aston’s cum on the inside of my panties, making me acutely aware that he claimed me.
I shift on the seat and notice he glances at me.
“You okay?”
I nod, my face heating.
“I bet your panties are wet with my cum, aren’t they?”
I find myself gasping, the shock of hearing him so blunt still unusual for me.
He smirks, and the sight of the corner of his mouth kicking up has my inner muscles clenching.
That wicked smile always gets me. It’s so unbelievably sexy in every way.
God, I can’t believe I want him right now again. I am still sore from the other two times we had sex, and that wasn’t even that long ago.
“Go on, admit it,” he says. “Tell me how wet your panties are from my cum.”
My face burns as I grip the seat, needing something to dig my fingers into.
I contemplate lying, but in all honesty I don’t want to.
“You know they are wet.”
He groans, this deep, rough sound that makes me tingle all over.
Before long we are pulling up to my place, and I’m disappointed our little sex conversation can’t go on.
The living room light is on, and I know Melissa is waiting up for me, so sitting out here too long will have her blowing up my phone again.
Before we left his place, I called her, listening to her ranting about how worried she was. But the thing is, I didn’t tell her I was with Aston.
Of course I have to. I have to admit that I am with him . . . that I am his.
And as crazy as it is, I look forward to admitting that. I’m not ashamed one bit that Aston has claimed me as his own.
“Good.” Aston’s voice is deep and full of need as he reaches between my legs and cups me. “Remember that if any fucker tries touching what is mine.”
I close my eyes and suck in a breath as he wraps his hands into the back of my hair and leans in to bite my bottom lip. “Fuck, I need you, Kadence. I need us. Tell me you want the same.”
“Yes,” I admit. “I want this . . . us.”
“Fuck . . . I could listen to those words leave your lips all damn night.”
My breathing picks up as his tongue swipes across my lips before slipping between them.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the sinful taste of Aston’s mouth.
Once our lips separate, he releases the grip on my hair to place his hands on my face.
I find myself swallowing as his eyes meet mine and hold my gaze. “I’m sorry about your mother.” My eyes close as his thumb gently brushes my cheek, comforting me. “I want to know what you’ve been through, Kadence. And if you didn’t need to get home right now, then I would’ve stayed up all fucking night learning about your life and everything that hurts you. I’m fighting really fucking hard to let you go right now.”
I’m not really sure what to say, so I just nod and offer him a small smile.
I haven’t really gotten to see this softer side of Aston yet, and I have a feeling it’ll only make me fall for him more.
ASTON
We climb out of the vehicle, and I want to immediately pull Kadence against me again, keeping her as close to me as possible.
I should stay in the car, go home, and let her deal with this. But a part of me wants to protect her, wants to be there for her.
Always.
But there’s something in the air, something thick, almost ominous. I look around, not knowing what it is but understanding this sensation, this pull on my skin.
We’re not alone. I know this feeling well. It’s something I’ve become used to over the years.
I instantly bring Kadence closer, and I can see she’s worried, not sure what the fuck is going on.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice raised, her worry clear.
“Shhh, baby.” I scan the area, and that’s when I notice the guy standing across the street, right in front of the house.
I can’t see him clearly, just a dark figure in the shadows, but I know he’s one of the fuckers from the other night, the night my brothers and me fucked them u
p.
He’s probably been waiting for his chance to get back at one of us, and this asshole would be smart if he ran inside and told his little friends about me being here alone.
I push Kadence behind me, this protective instinct rising up. The need to protect her is the only thing running through my fucking head right now, consuming me.
Once I see that he’s not moving from his spot, I grab Kadence’s hand and quickly begin guiding her to the house, needing to get her inside so I can relax a little. “Come on,” I demand. “Let’s go. Now.”
Without question she speeds up in front of me, allowing me to walk behind her, my body protecting hers, all the way to the door. I don’t even wait for her to look for her house key before I reach out and turn the knob, hoping like hell that it’s unlocked already.
Relief washes through me as the handle turns, allowing me to push it open and get her inside.
“Make sure you lock this door as soon as I walk away. Got it?”
She nods her head and turns the lock. “There. It’s already locked . . .”
Before she can finish what she’s saying, I grip her face and crush my lips against her, feeling a rush of air leave her lips as I pull away and look her over.
“I’ll be out here for a while. Get some sleep.”
“Do you really think he’s going to try something?” she asks, sounding a bit nervous. “I don’t want anyone to hurt you.”
My lips turn up into a small smile as I take a step back. It’s fucking cute that she’s worried about that asshole hurting me. “Don’t worry about me, babe. He’d be stupid to try.”
Once the door is closed and I see the light turn on in Kadence’s bedroom, I head back out to the SUV, lean against the back and pull out a cigarette.
I need something, anything, to calm my nerves right now. Even the slightest idea that Kadence could possibly be in danger has me feeling like a fucking madman, ready to explode at any second.
Placing the cigarette to my lips, I take a long drag and slowly release the smoke as I scan the area once more, to see that motherfucker just standing there, staring, trying to be intimidating.
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