QUIVER, BOOK TWO ( A DARK ROMANCE)

by Laura Avery

  “Even fucking hotter.”

  He moved his hand over mine, not controlling my streaks, but rather just enjoying the ride of my movements. “Yeah, just like that, little lamb. That’s a good girl, rub that sweet cunt just the way you like.” He licked the side of my face. “Show me how you like it when you’re all alone and thinking all the dirty thoughts I know that good girl mind of yours has.”

  His words made me gasp and before I realized it my moans were growing in the back of my throat, threatening to loudly spill over into the small space between Jackson’s body and mine. “Oh, God, I’m going to cum,” I found myself admitting.

  Jackson pulled my hand away from my satisfaction and shook his head, sounding out of breath. “Fuck that, no way, not yet.” He pushed his hand into my waistband and pulled my leggings back, revealing the red lace he had demanded I slip into earlier. “Shit, Emery, stick your fingers down your pants.”

  My whole body had flushed red by then and I moaned, too turned on to think straight. I slipped my fingers inside my leggings and found the thin red fabric fully soaked. Oh, Lord; I had never been this wet before. I clawed the fabric between my nails, feeling guilty.

  Jackson smirked happily. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”

  I nodded and bit down on my lip.

  “Say it,” he growled. “Admit what a dirty girl you are.”

  I rubbed my clit tenderly and moaned. “I’m soaking wet.”

  Jackson grunted and pushed his hand down my leggings and rested on top of my fingers again. “Now push those slutty panties to the side and show me how you rub your pussy, Emery, rub it like the little slut you want to be. Rub it like a good slut would in her dirty panties.”

  Oh, fuck, why did he have to talk so dirty to me?

  Didn’t he know what it did to me?

  I could feel my orgasm floating closer to the edge by the second.

  His breathing was heavy next to me, giving away that he was enjoying this just as much as I was. My fingers were inside my pussy now, rubbing and fingering myself heavily as my body shook rapidly. My knees thrust into the air, unable to stay calm for another second.

  “Mm-hmm, just like that, that’s a good girl in her slutty panties.” He pushed my fingers harder into me, growing impatient with my slow pace. “Fuck those fingers, Emery, fuck them just like there my cock, show me how good you would fucking give it to me.”

  His words made me moan and turn a shade of crimson at the same time. If he only knew how many times I had imagined that very scene, how many times I had wished he could be a different version of himself. A kind version that found me just as appealing as I found him.

  I rocked my hips up and down as I continued to thrust forcefully; the thought of Jackson beating up my pussy like this was sending me over the edge into darkness. Just his hand on mine was dominating and controlling, I could only imagine what he would be like if it was his huge pipe getting the pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned loudly.

  “Yeah, just like that, baby.” He turned my face into his eyes. “You keep those eyes open, little lamb, you have to look me in the eye when you cum. Do you understand me?”

  I half moaned and half whimpered. “Yes.”

  He slipped his hand under my chin and locked it there. “Now ask permission to cream all over those panties, Emery. And make sure you say please like a polite lamb.”

  A bolt of electricity shot down the back of my spine and into my stomach, sending a jolt of sparklers taking off inside of my slick pussy as the juices flooded down my curtains and landed on me and Jackson’s fingers. “I need to cum! Oh, God!” My stomach pushed half way up into the air and my thighs trembled heavily.

  “Then you better beg nicely,” he growled.

  “Please,” I pleaded. “Please, can I cum?”

  Jackson forced my eyes on him again. “You can cum, baby, but you have to say my name first.” He winked and leaned over, licking my top lip tenderly. “I want to hear you moaning my fucking name when you explode all over those red panties.”

  “Jackson,” I panted, knowing how close I was to ecstasy.

  He picked up the speed between my legs. “Again.”

  “Jackson,” I mumbled, my eyes started to roll back. “Jackson.”

  “Louder!” he commanded.

  “Oh, God! Jackson!”

  “Scream it!”

  “JACKSON!” As the last part of his name rolled off my tongue my orgasm finally came out and blasted onto me and Jackson’s fingers, soaking the red panties and my thighs completely. I panted heavily, trying to calm my body down. I swear I had never released so many juices in my life.

  Jackson pulled his fingers out gently, panting next to me. “Fuck.” He pushed his fingers up into his mouth and sucked on them eagerly. After he had savored every drop he pulled them out again and turned to look at me. “Funny, little lamb, you don’t taste pathetic.” He pushed his hand onto my leg. “You taste fucking sweet.”

  I tried to concentrate on his words but I was too busy trying to regulate my body again. “I’ve never cum so hard in my life,” I whispered into the ceiling.

  Jackson chuckled and nibbled on my shoulder with his teeth. “Yeah, and I’m going to make you cum like that as many times as I feel like it, Emery, you can count on that.” He grabbed my hand and moved it over his growing bulge inside of his jeans. “Speaking of cumming, I think it’s time you return the favor, don’t you?”

  Nerves overtook me again but before I could respond the door to my room swung open and Morgan peered in, a pissed off expression written across her face. “What the hell is going on in here?”

  I refused to meet her eyes, trying to play it cool, but I was pretty sure she could see right through me. Hell, how could she not? I had just been to heaven and back with the devil himself.

  And what a beautiful devil he was.

  Chapter Six

  “Control your bitch or I will.”

  JACKSON

  As usual, Emery’s pain in the ass best friend had impeccable timing. I jumped up from the bed and lunged toward the door. “Get the fuck out,” I spat in her direction. “We’re busy.”

  “Oh, hell no,” Morgan slid under my arm and crossed the room toward Emery, taking my place on the bed and looking back and forth between the two of us. “What was going on in here? Why are the two of you so sweaty?”

  I rolled my eyes and glanced at Emery, trying to convey the message that she wasn’t to give anything away. Some good it did, the girl was shaking like a leaf. She looked like a fucking deer caught in front of headlights. All it did was make my already hard cock twitch forcefully against my zipper. All Morgan had to go was look down and she would have seen exactly what we were up to.

  “Morgan, leave,” I snapped. “Before I throw you out.”

  “Don’t you mean call your brother to do it for you?” she answered me sweetly, shooting me a scowl. “The next time he puts his hands on me it’ll be the last thing he does.”

  God, this girl was a mess. Not to mention annoying as hell. She had been making the same empty threats since high school and while Pierce might be able to put up with her foul mouth, I was close to not tolerating it this time around. Fuck, we had too much at stake this time.

  “Ask and you shall receive.” My brother appeared in the doorway behind us, his eyes immediately drifting down to the huge hard-on I had going on. He raised his eyebrows. “Got a second, brother?”

  “No,” I said firmly. “I don’t but you can do me a favor and get your little project out of here.” I shot him a pointed look and I knew he was well aware of what I was talking about.

  Control your bitch or I will.

  Thank God Emery was so submissive, I wouldn’t be able to handle Morgan’s bullshit. Probably why she wasn’t attractive to me in the slightest. Although, if Morgan had pulled the shit Emery and her little friend did I would have killed her the second I found her, somehow dragging out Emery’s punishment was a game I hadn’t grown tired of
yet. I was still waiting for that black light of thrill to dim out when it came to my little lamb.

  “As much as I would love to control our annoying little princess over there, I need to talk to you.” He shook his head when he saw my hesitation. “It can’t wait.” His eyes drifted over to Emery’s pale skin, his eyes lingering on the part of her stomach that was still slightly exposed. “You know I wouldn’t cock block otherwise.” He smirked.

  “Pull your fucking shirt down, Emery,” I snapped as I shot daggers at my little brother and pushed him back out into the hallway. “See something you like?” I asked sarcastically after the door slammed shut behind us.

  “Relax.” He rolled his eyes. “We have bigger problems than your pet’s exposed skin.” He ran a hand back and forth over his neck. “Liam’s been blowing up my phone looking for you.”

  “Jesus, can’t I fucking breath?”

  “He says it’s important,” Pierce sighed.

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and hit his number on the screen. He had only called about ten million times in the last few hours. I swear sometimes I felt like I was his big brother.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” Liam sounded on edge.

  “Busy.” I glanced at Pierce, he was right, Liam didn’t sound good. “What’s going on?” I switched the phone off my ear and hit the speaker button. My father and Liam might have liked to keep Pierce in the dark about certain things but I refused to play along with that game, he was more loyal than the both of them combined.

  “I need to be able to get a hold of you is what’s going on!”

  “Liam,” I said, trying not to lose my patience.

  He sighed. “It’s dad. He’s trying to get more foster kids.”

  I dug my nails into the side of my arm and shot a glare at my little brother. “I thought we handled that situation,” I seethed, too close to being pushed over the edge.

  “Something must have changed,” Liam pushed. “I think you guys should come home.” He sounded frustrated and defeated, almost like he knew what my answer would be.

  “Coming home isn’t an option.”

  “These kids won't have an option if you fucking don’t.”

  “I think we’re really starting to break ground here.” I turned my body around and pressed my back up against the wall in the hallway. “We’re close to finding them, Liam, I can feel it.”

  “Where are you exactly?”

  A group of girls floated into the hall and giggled loudly, waving at Pierce and me. I shot them a nasty look and turned my back on them, the last thing I needed was for Liam to overhear something and start asking too many damn questions. “Can’t you handle this?”

  “Oh, yeah, let me just break off my ankle bracelet and head out of the fucking house to handle it, Jackson.” He had lost any sense of calmness in his voice, his temper taking over. “No, I can’t handle it. Thanks to those two fucking cunts I can’t handle anything so I would appreciate it if you got your ass home and helped me the fuck out.”

  I grunted, exasperated. “Pierce can…”

  “No,” he cut me off. “It has to be you.” There was a long silence before he spoke again. “Can you just try to remember how bad it was for half of a second?”

  “I don’t need to be reminded, I’m aware,” I told him icily.

  There was a second long pause. “I’ll see you soon.”

  The line went dead and I blew out a smoke of breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding in. “I can’t believe he’s trying to pull this shit again.” I glanced at my brother. “I need you to stay here.”

  If it had been anyone else, they would have given me shit but Pierce just nodded, walking closer to the door and nudging it open silently so that we could observe the girls without their knowledge.

  Emery sat on the bed, her thin knees tucked into her chest.

  “No one touches her,” I informed him.

  “Obviously.”

  “No one.”

  “I know, I’m not Liam,” he snapped.

  Silence.

  “I didn’t mean…”

  “I know,” I cut him off.

  I didn’t want to talk about it.

  “You better get your shit under control.”

  “Excuse me?” I glanced at him.

  Pierce sighed. “This obsession you have with her, it can’t end well.”

  “I don’t have an obsession, I don’t even like her.”

  “It’s an obsession,” Pierce stated as if he was speaking facts. “In high school, I didn’t get involved, I thought it would fade out. But it’s different now. There are only two ways this thing ends and both of them involve her being dead.”

  “I know that,” I told him, trying not to lose my cool.

  “Do you?”

  “Yes,” I growled.

  “Good.” He nodded. “Because once Liam and dad find out that we found her, this fucked up and deluded version of house you’re playing will come to a bloody end, don’t lose sight of that.”

  “I want her to pay just as much as the rest of you.”

  “I hope so.”

  “Make sure she eats.”

  I could feel his disapproval but he only nodded.

  “Lamb,” I called out. “Get over here.”

  Morgan rolled her eyes but let Emery pass by anyway. She stopped when she got in front of me and Pierce passed by her, going to join Morgan on the bed. “Yes?” she asked nervously, biting down on her bottom lip. She was probably still thinking about how nasty she had gotten when she was shoving her little fingers inside of her tight pussy.

  My cock jumped at the image.

  “Go take off your panties and bring them back to me,” I demanded.

  Her big brown eyes grew wide. “Why?”

  I took her by the arm and tried not to moan at the way she trembled under me. “Because I fucking said so. I want to take them home tonight and bathe myself in your good girl juices while I stroke my cock.”

  Her cheeks turned crimson and I leaned in closer to her. “And while you’re in there, taking those panties off, my little lamb, I want you to remember that I own every part of you, even your fucking cum.” I pushed her toward the bathroom and slapped her ass.

  And what a fine ass it was.

  It was too bad she was such a fucking liar.

  Chapter Seven

  “Your freedom.”

  EMERY

  The box showed up the next morning in front of my door. It was wrapped in silver wrapping paper with my name typed neatly across the front of a small envelope that was taped to the front of the top fold. I undid the envelope with shaky hands. Was this some kind of new game Jackson was going to make me play?

  He had told me last night our little game of playing nightmare would have to be put on hold, he had to go away on business, but we would pick up where we left off when he got back. Still, I wouldn’t put it past him to leave some form of punishment behind so that Pierce could report back to him that I was following the rules.

  But when I opened the envelope there was only one sentence inside.

  CLUE NUMBER ONE TO YOUR FREEDOM.

  My stomach started to ache and I ripped the top off the box, bracing myself for a severed hand or something equally gross like I’d seen in the movies. All it was, however, was a tan folder.

  I picked it up slowly, looking around the room to make sure no one was going to poke their head out at any moment and reveal that this was all some big scam.

  I opened it slowly and a stack of papers fell forward onto the ground.

  I don’t know what I was expecting to find but it certainly wasn’t what I got. They were adoption papers. And not just any adoption papers, Pierce Lucas’s adoption papers.

  My heart started to pick up speed in my chest. I had never heard anything about Pierce being adopter before. It made no sense; he looked just like his two older brothers. Yet there it was in black and white, Pierce may have been Jackson’s brother but he wasn’t his blood brother. The que
stion was who the hell had sent me this information?

  And why did they think it would be useful to me?

  I had no idea but I was going to find out.

  I spread the pages out on my bed and got to work.

  Chapter Eight

  “Together again.”

  JACKSON

  “I understand what you’re saying,” I told the woman in front of me with a forced smile. “I really do but it’s just not a good time for our family to be taking on anything else right now. Not with everything we’ve been through in the past year.”

  I had already had a long flight home, a nasty run-in with my father, and a million and twelve questions from Liam. The fact that this bitch wasn’t cooperating was about to be the gentle push that sent me flying over the ledge completely.

  “Your father disagrees,” she frowned. “Why should I deprive children of a safe place to grow up if he thinks he’s up for the challenge. While if it wasn’t for your father your brother Pierce would have never found a home, he could have been stuck in the system forever.”

  The mention of Pierce made my blood boil. “Look,” I snapped. “How much is it going to take for my father’s paperwork to get lost in the shuffle and delayed for six months or so?”

  She looked away guiltily and I sighed. “Of course.” My father had already paid her something to make this happen in the first place. “Look, whatever he’s giving you, I’ll double it and this conversation stays between us. Got it?”

  She paused and swiftly nodded.

  “Great, I’ll have the money wired over.” I jolted out of the door, desperate to get out of there. “Pleasure doing business with you.” The air outside of the Social Services building was cold and strong but it was nothing compared to the wind that was knocked out of me as I took in the sight that stood before me.

  “Liam.”

  My brother stood tall, an evil smirk playing on his lips.

  “You shouldn’t be here.” I moved toward him. “Are you crazy?”

  My brother titled his head to the side. “Its good to see you too, little brother, you look great.” He looked me up and down slowly. “Not as good as me, of course, but still pretty good.”