Own (Need #3)

by K. I. Lynn

  Kira’s eyes are barely open, but her mouth is, and I bend over to lick her lips. Summoning strength, she flings her arms around my neck, her tongue slipping against mine.

  My dick pounds, demanding friction. I hook my hand under her knee and place it on my shoulder. Grabbing onto the dildo, I pull it out slowly at the same time as my cock. Just a little bit, then shove them back in.

  Her mouth falls open, slack, and her body rocks against mine. I feel the bite of her nails digging into my back and arm, the heat of blood welling up.

  And I don’t care.

  I pull out again and thrust in, driving both the dildo and my dick in at a steady pace. The wet squelch of her pussy is fucking heaven.

  “Do you like it, baby? Do you like both your holes filled?”

  “Fuck, yes,” she groans.

  It’s a struggle for her to say anything, and I’m right there with her. She’s so fucking tight, ready to come all over again, all over me. There’s a desperate drive in me to get her there, to hold on until she does.

  But I can’t fucking take it.

  Mind blank.

  Eyes unfocused.

  Hips driven by sheer need.

  So far gone, I can barely hear her screams, but I do feel the pulsing of her pussy. It’s so intense, I let go of the dildo, hips jerking, every muscle tensed, screaming.

  I’m coming so hard, firing off almost painful eruptions of come as deep as I can inside her.

  I can’t breathe. Consumed by the fire that is incinerating me from the inside.

  Drained, I make sure to fall beside her, my dick so sensitive I hiss as I slip out of her. We’re both panting, unable to move or say anything.

  “Take . . . it . . . out,” she says between breaths.

  Turning onto my side, I reach between her legs and slowly pull the dildo out, tossing it to the floor for now. I’ll clean it later.

  “Did you like it?” I ask, flopping back down, my arm lying across her stomach.

  “No.”

  “Liar.”

  “Yes.”

  I chuckle and kiss her shoulder. “Next time, it’s my dick.”

  She nods, eyes drifting close. “I’m ready.”

  I can’t hold my eyes open any longer. “Good.”

  October 19th 2015

  “Be good, drive safe, and give Kira a hug for me,” Mom says and she gives me one last squeeze.

  “I will. And the same for you. Text me when you get home.”

  “Don’t forget to go on that website and get it all scheduled out.”

  I nod. “As soon as I get home.”

  “No, as soon as you get home you’re going to be distracted by Kira.”

  My lips twitch up. “True, but I promise I will do it later today.”

  “Good boy.” Another hug and she steps away. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  My feet are glued to the concrete, waiting to make sure her car starts before heading to my own and climbing in.

  It’s almost noon and I swing into a drive-thru before heading back up to Columbus.

  Today was my trial, and my lawyer, Dan, said it went pretty well. The judge went light on me, being a first offense, but not too light to help avoid a free pass. There are still repercussions from the fight that I’m going to have to suffer through, but it could be so much worse.

  I’m dying to tell Kira all about it, but more than that, I’m dying to have her in my arms. Dying for our connection to calm my fried nerves.

  I’ve been away from Kira for almost twenty-four hours and that’s way too long under normal circumstances. Meaning my lead foot is in full force, speeding my way up the interstate.

  The trial was a good excuse to stay at my father’s house and charge up the GPS tracker I put in his car. It died a few days ago, and I couldn’t find an excuse to come down before now.

  We avoided each other, which was good. After meeting Carrie and Emily, I was itching to put my fist in his face. Even more so when I saw Sonia.

  It took everything in me to stop from picking up one of the kitchen chairs and hitting him with it.

  Without another person in the house, he’s sucking the life out of her at a faster rate.

  I started the night out in my stark bedroom, but it didn’t take long until I was across the hall and in the comforting zone that still felt like Kira.

  Fifty minutes of driving later and I’m parking outside Kira’s dorm.

  She gets out of class any minute, so I walk up to the benches to sit and wait, texting her where I am. The sun is out, which helps with the cool October air that forces me to zip up my jacket.

  I surf Facebook while I wait, which is something I haven’t done much of lately. Mainly because I don’t want to see any more of the shit Jennifer has been spewing. She’d calmed down for a while after I sent the video to her dad, but after I stared her down while I was balls deep in Kira, I set her off again.

  Not much is going on, but I am happy to see pictures of Kira with her girls. I’ll admit, I monopolize her free time, because I’m possessive like that. I want her next to me all the time, but I do like seeing her sitting in her dorm room with Marilyn, Ashley, and Jenna, hanging out.

  No party, just friends. Probably gossiping, and I’m more than certain I was a topic of conversation.

  “You a free man?” Kira’s voice pulls me from my phone and I jump to my feet.

  I smirk at her and reach out to run my fingers down her arm. “Six months’ probation and fifty hours of community service. But if I have any more trouble with the law, my ass will be spending time behind the shiny bars.”

  “That’s nothing to joke about, baby.” Her voice lowers on the last word. A slip that I needed to hear.

  “No, but as soon as my probation is over, we can go.”

  “Go?”

  I wanted to talk more about our options later, when we were alone. So I glance around and lower my voice. “Get away from the whispers and the rumors and the stigma. We’ll leave, find another school in another state where they don’t know us.”

  “I don’t know about that, Brayden.”

  The urge to grab her, to reach out and cup her face, to make her look up at me in a way that doesn’t look platonic, but like she loves me. But I resist, my voice lowering again. “I want to act like a normal couple in public, not just private.”

  “So do I.”

  “I want to show my girl off, let everyone know how much I’m hers.”

  “Transfer schools?”

  I glance around. “Why don’t we go home and talk about it more?”

  “Wise idea. Away from eavesdroppers.”

  “That and I need to touch you so badly right now. You don’t know how much I wished you were there.”

  Her brow scrunches and she nods. “Okay, I just gotta go switch out some books.”

  “I’ll stay here.”

  “You don’t want to come up?”

  I shake my head. “No, because I’m sure everyone’s around and this’ll give me a minute to get ahold of myself.”

  She nods again, and I wonder if she can see just how tightly wound I am. It doesn’t help that she unknowingly turns me on as I stare at the sexy sway of her hips as she walks away.

  Five, maybe ten minutes pass. It feels more like a half an hour, but I know she wouldn’t take that long. It’s just that it feels like an eternity every moment I’m not with her.

  I people-watch while I wait, and the hackles stand up on my neck when I spot two familiar people walking toward me.

  “Hey.” I nod to Austin and Craig.

  “Hey.” Austin’s hands are stuffed in his pockets. “How’d it go?”

  It takes less than a second to understand his question. Between my clothing and Ryan running his mouth, they know. “Probation and community service. You?”

  “Mine was last Friday and the same.”

  The silence that stretches between us is awkward as fuck, and it’s Craig that breaks it.

  “Can
we go somewhere and talk?”

  My gaze bounces between them and then back to the door leading to Kira’s dorm. “I’m not sure right now is good.”

  Kira chooses that moment to step out, bag on her shoulder, and my eyes can’t seem to look away from her. Austin and Craig both notice and turn to watch Kira, who’s eyes widen and her pace slows as she approaches.

  “Hi,” she says as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “How’s it going?”

  “Good.” Austin reaches out and pushes against her shoulder.

  I watch some of the tension leave her, but not all as she looks between us. There’s not going to be any fighting, at least physical, but I think she may be afraid there will be.

  “My place?” I ask.

  They nod in agreement and we all head to my car. It’s a strained seven minute drive from her dorm to my apartment.

  Once the door is unlocked, the buzzing in my veins kicks up in intensity. Austin closes the door behind him. The signal I need that it’s safe to touch her.

  I know they’re here, but I can’t stop myself. Grabbing onto Kira’s arm, I pull her to me. She lets out a squeak, but wraps her arms around my waist. I blow out a breath and sag in to her, nuzzling the top of her head.

  My fix. A small hit to stop the vibrations consuming me.

  It’s not a show of ownership or to rub it in Austin’s face. It’s the need of her warmth, her skin to soothe me. To steady my rocky nerves.

  Okay, maybe it is a small show of ownership.

  There’s so much going on, a delicate balance of so many pieces. So much at stake I can’t make a single mistake, and the toll it takes on me and us only grows.

  “Ssh, calm down,” she whispers, her hand running up and down my back.

  Did she know I was about to break in an opposing mixture of relief and panic?

  I take a few deep breaths, then straighten out. There’s a strand of hair attached to her lipgloss and I reach out to swipe it back. Her brow is furrowed, but relaxes as I caress her cheek.

  “Thank you, baby.”

  The worried look doesn’t entirely leave her facial features as she reaches up to my neck, tugging me down to her lips, which I’m all too happy to oblige. It’s a light kiss, just a spark to get us through until later when we’re alone.

  But it’s not, because I need more. I cup her face and part my lips. Force her mouth open with the same need I have and taste her, my tongue against hers. Devouring her for too brief a time before parting.

  When I look up, they’re both staring at us. I set my arm on her shoulders and pull her against my side.

  After everything that happened between them and us, I can feel Kira’s nervousness seeping into me. She’s even having trouble looking at them after our display of affection. Not me. The history as well as the stigma doesn’t affect me like it does her, which is why I’ll do whatever she wants. I want her happy and comfortable.

  The situation in front of us is neither.

  “What did you want to talk about?”

  Craig blows out a breath and walks over to my couch and sits. He looks more relaxed, but Austin’s jaw ticks and he does a short little pace before sitting on the other end.

  “This,” he waves his hand at us, “is hard to see. I crushed on Kira for years, but I had no clue there was something going on between you two. Blinded by my own feelings, I never picked up on the undercurrent which is more than obvious now.”

  “None of us did,” Craig says.

  “That first fight . . .” Austin trails off and shakes his head. “I thought you were just being protective, like I saw you do time and time again in school.”

  It’s a fight I remember, but not very well. Red fury blinded me, drove each hit I pounded into his face. I walked away with a couple of bruises and some fucked up fingers, minor compared to the second beating I gave a guy who’d been one of my best friends.

  “And?”

  “Then I walked in on you two with Jenn.” His eyes lock with mine.

  Kira draws in a sharp breath at the memory, her eyes wide as she looks him straight on.

  “And then you helped us get out, for some reason.”

  “Because I knew what was about to happen. You baited Jenn, fucking put a knife through her heart and twisted.”

  “There’s no heart in that demented bitch.” If she hadn’t done all that she had, I might not be calling her that, but she chose to do it all. Chose to go head to head with me.

  “I’m beginning to agree with you on that. I already filled Kira in on some of what happened after that, but there’s more.”

  I glance down to Kira at this news. She didn’t mention anything to me about it, but the last time I know that she saw Austin she wasn’t really speaking to me. It shouldn’t bug me, because she’s standing with me in front of him, but it still does.

  I’ll always be a jealous motherfucker, especially when it comes to the only other guy she’s had sex with.

  “Jenn’s more than just a jilted ex-plaything.” Austin blows out a breath. “I don’t know what happened, but she’s become twisted and mental. I went back and stayed within earshot of her, listening as she spread rumors, both true and false, and all painting you both in a bad light. But what really got me was when she gushed to one girl about how you were going to be hers again soon.”

  “He wasn’t the only one.” Craig shifts in his seat. “She’s gone completely deranged in this obsession of hers.”

  “Well, yeah, I knew that. I haven’t touched her in years, but that hasn’t stopped her from coming after me every time I’ve been within a hundred feet of her.”

  Kira’s fingers dig into my side. “And this isn’t anything new, so why are you here?”

  “She’s not the only one that’s been watching you two. I have as well. Waiting for my opening, for you to fuck it up, and ready to console Kira with open arms when you did.” Austin smirks and shrugs his shoulders.

  “But?” I knew he was lying in wait.

  “But that’s not what we saw,” Craig says.

  “Shit, man, those tattoos alone tell me you’re serious. And I kept my mouth shut about you two out of my own feelings for Kira. I don’t ever want to hurt you,” Austin says with his gaze locked on Kira. “And after the last few months I finally get it. There’s this magnetism between you. And damn, man, you’re lucky. I wish Kira looked at me with half the emotion she has in her eyes when she looks at you.”

  For the first time, I can’t even fucking imagine that. Loving someone and watching them love someone else, being able to see it in their eyes.

  “Brayden, I’ve only ever known you to be the womanizing, fuck all the girls who gives a shit kinda guy, and I was pissed at you.” Craig leans forward and glances between me and Austin. “After what went down, I’d written you off, dead to me. Austin kept me from hunting you down. But then I saw you that day, and I watched you from the shade of that tree. You didn’t see me, but I saw it all.”

  I wish they’d just get to the fucking point and get out. “Okay, you know about us. That was kind of obvious.”

  Austin jumps up from the couch. “Stop being a defensive fucker. We didn’t come here to argue or fight.”

  “What did you come here for then?” Because now I’m really fucking curious.

  “To let you know we’re on your side,” Austin says.

  Kira’s eyes widen as she stares at him. “What?”

  “This is our olive branch, dude.” Craig stands up and steps forward. “Put the shit behind us and leave it in the past. Get our friendship back. We’ve got you. You can rely on us.”

  “Seriously?”

  “People will always talk shit, but that’s all it is. Garbage.”

  It was only a few years ago they were like my brothers. The shit we got into was legendary and we always had each other’s back.

  I pushed them away. It was all me. Caught up in my own shit, drowning in my feelings for Kira. Not coming home for almost two years, all because I couldn’t stan
d the void between us and the inability to have her as mine. A state away was easier.

  In doing that, all of my friendships but Ryan fell into ruin. It wasn’t the same, because I wasn’t the same. All I cared about was dulling the ache in my chest with weed, booze, and girls on my dick.

  I raise my arm and extend my hand out. Austin looks at it for a moment, then slides his in. We give a hard shake.

  “Thanks, man.”

  I do the same to Craig. He takes a second to look between me and Kira and shakes his head. “I gotta ask . . . How long?”

  The question is open, but I know what he means. I look down at Kira and run the back of my fingers down her cheek. “From the moment I saw her.”

  A grin spreads across his face and he nods. “Now that’s something worth fighting for.” He holds out his hand and I slap mine in.

  “I’ve got a date, so I need to get going,” Austin says as he makes his way to the door.

  “A date?” Kira asks as she quirks her brow at him. A little smirk plays on her lips.

  “Not that kind. It’s with my project partner. Eighteen hours left until it’s due, and we’re really behind, so she’s meeting me in the library.”

  “Damn, that’s not a lot of time,” Kira says.

  “Yeah, she’s hot, but useless, and I refuse to get a shit grade because she thinks she can fucking skate by with me doing all the work.”

  I swing my arm out and clamp my hand on his shoulder. “Put her ass to work.”

  I mean it in the sexual way and suddenly it feels like old times.

  Craig pulls Austin back, a scowl on his face, but his lips are twitching up into a smirk. “Don’t put fucking ideas into his head. He’ll fucking trade a joy ride for work and end up doing it all himself.”

  Austin’s face turns beet red and he glances at Kira. He shrugs. “It might happen. Until I find the next perfect girl, I gotta get off somehow.”

  Kira smiles back at him. “Wrap it up. Who knows how many other guys she’s traded it for.”

  Craig’s head tilts back, a loud bark of laughter bouncing off the walls. “Oh, Kira, damn girl.”

  I’m laughing as well, trying to hold it in at the look of utter shock on Austin’s face.

  Austin turns to me. “Got any condoms?”