by S Kline
“Hang around for a bit and I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours until your throat is raw.” My voice deepens as the words slip from my lips, the visual image playing in my mind almost more than I can handle.
She shiver’s against me. I wink at her, and then grab the mic that’s in front of me on the stage. I catch a glimpse of Dylan to the side of me. He’s pressing the shorter girl up against the wall behind us. It’s almost comical how his tall frame practically hides her from view as he devours her mouth. A grin tugs at my lips even though I’d give anything to get lost in pussy right now. Fucker.
Clearing my throat, I focus back at the riotous crowd in front of me. I watch, waiting for Kaci to push through the crowd. Her father, Ronan, wanted her to participate more in the organization, so he made her a damn ring girl. I love getting to see her in the bikini on fight nights, but damn, I know what all of these fuckers are thinking when she steps out there. I know because I am thinking the same thing, and it pisses me the fuck off. So when a redhead steps into the ring instead, I am both disappointed and elated.
“Shut the fuck up!” My deep voice echoes through the mic and everyone falls silent as they stare up at me. “No touching the fighters, and no running out on a bid. I really don’t want to beat the shit out of anyone tonight.” I pause briefly to let my words sink in before I continue. “We will have two undercard fights proceeded by the main event.” As I finish my speech the noise level raises again. I can clearly hear the names Ricardo and Jameson being tossed around for dominance over the crowd.
I glance down at the girl in my arms to see her eyes have darkened even further while she runs her hand up under my t-shirt. This girl is just what I need tonight. Easy.
I turn back toward the ring, and I announce the first two fighters. They’re rookies and only one of them has any real potential, so I’m not surprised when he takes the fight in under ten minutes.
The second fight takes twice as long. The two fighters go toe-to-toe and every punch has the crowd on edge as they wait to see who will come out on top. When the final knock out comes, I make a mental note to call the winner in for the next main event. He has real potential. After the roars die down I clear my throat over the mic to gain the crowds wide-eyed attention.
“For our main event, we have Isaac Ricardo. The undefeated Latin Champion,” Ricardo stands on one side of the make-shift ring and lifts his hands to raise the volume of the crowd. The women fawn over his dark hair, and severe gaze. I shift my attention to the other side of the ring and continue.
“and Levi “the Reaper” Jameson.” An even louder roar surrounds the left-side of the crowd, making a lethal smirk land on Levi’s stone-cold expression.
Ethan pushes through the crowd of riotous fans, and steps in between the fighters as referee. His gray eyes flicker back and forth between the two guys as he mumbles something to them no one else can hear. He steps back, and the guys touch fists.
Ethan is Addie’s younger brother, and another of my childhood best friends. Although, I can only imagine the tension that will form between us when he finds out I knocked up his sister.
“No killing each other. Other than that I don’t care how you win.” My words are like lighting a match to the adrenaline in this crowd. They’re bloodthirsty.
I watch from my viewpoint as the fighters move around each other, silently appraising their opponent. Ricardo’s smirk highlights his confidence, but Jameson’s silent demeanor is not to be taken lightly. Both are badass fighters. I don’t understand why they are here, fighting for Fianna Fáil, instead of working the UFC rings. I can only assume they owe Ronan or Ardon and this is their payment method.
Ethan talks quietly to the guys in the ring one more time before stepping back, and blowing his whistle. Ricardo charges Jameson, landing a solid punch to his chin that Jameson follows up with a blow to Ricardo’s stomach.
I lower my hand to play with this girl’s ass while I watch Ricardo begin to dominate the fight with his left jabs and high kicks. Just when I think Jameson is done, sweat shimmering on his skin under the bright lights, blood dripping down his face from a cut to his eye; he comes back with a knockout punch to Ricardo’s head. If I thought these crazy fuckers that make up the fighter’s fan base had been loud before, I was wrong. The noise level broke the fucking sound barrier when Ricardo hit the ground.
Sean, another member of Fianna Fáil, steps forward with Ethan to collect Ricardo from the center ring of the crowd. I shake my head and wonder why no one recognizes him; to me it’s obvious that Sean is Ronan’s bastard son.
Jameson looks up to me as I announce him as our winner. I motion for him to come up on stage and his victory smile is in place as he takes the steps. Dylan removes his hands from under the tiny top of the girl he’s been with and walks over to me.
“Having a good time?” A knowing grin lights up my face.
“So fucking good. Here.” He hands me the list of bids and ten grand cash.
“Go back to your pussy. I got it from here.” The girl beside me chuckles. She’s obviously not concerned at all about her friend.
Jameson steps up to me and I hand the ten grand to him as cheers erupt and some of the girls scream out his name.
“Thanks, Troy.” A wide smile is on his bloody, swollen face, and he can’t take his eyes off the cheering crowd below us.
“I’ll call you with the details of your next fight.” He nods and walks off the stage.
I don’t wait for him to disappear into the crowd before I grab the girls hand and pull her behind me. “Come with me.”
I walk over to Sean and hand him the list of names. He glances at the girl behind me and tilts his head in that always serious way he has. Sean is Ronan’s son, Kaci’s brother, but no one knows that aside from us guys. Both Ronan and Ardon had made it very clear that Kaci and Addie are never to know. Why? I have no idea. It’s not like Ronan’s affairs are a secret. Whatever the reason is, we know better than to let that little secret out.
Sean would hang on to the list for me while I took care of the hard-on this girl gave me by playing with my jeans during the whole fight. When I am done Sean and I will both begin rounds to collect payment from the bidders. In the meantime he could start without me.
I turn and pull her further into the building until we reach a little alcove off the main room. Anyone who walks this way would see us but I didn’t fucking care. I need to get off. Now.
I push her body up against the wall and press against her, my lips immediately devouring hers. I nibble at her plump lips as I slide a hand down the front of her shorts. She groans into my lips and holds on tightly to my shoulders. I use one hand to unsnap her tiny shorts as I run the other up her back to untie the tiny material of her top.
It is only a matter of seconds before I have my jeans undone and a nipple in my mouth. She arches into me, and I pull a condom out of my back pocket. Quickly sheathing myself, I slide into her on a rough groan.
She screams as I fill her which only turns me on more. I pump into her with reckless abandon. She moans a combination of words I don’t quite understand. When her pussy tightens around me I slip out, and yank the condom off my dick.
I push her down to her knees, and shove my dick between her parted lips. I fuck her mouth as she moans around my dick. She loves this. I cum hard down her throat with one final deep thrust.
When I pull out I make quick work of pulling up my jeans, and stuffing the condom in my back pocket. She adjusts her clothing and walks past me with a smirk on her thoroughly fucked lips. Why can’t all girls be like that? Take a good fucking and walk away smiling without all of the dramatic bullshit.
I walk back around the wall to meet up with Sean. We walk through the waiting crowd to exchange and gather money with the bidders. An overweight man with slick-backed brown hair gives us a little trouble, but Sean is quick to silence him with the flick of a switchblade. The man hands over his money, and shuffles back into the sea of people.
When
we’re done we’ve collected a duffle full of cash. I hand it off to Sean knowing he will get it to Ardon’s safe, allowing me to head to the house. Sean’s not much of a partier, and it’s rare to see him at one of the after parties. He doesn’t talk much, but since we grew up together I am used to his silence. So when he turns and walks into the crowd without a word I’m not surprised.
I look up at the stage and see Dylan step around it, zipping up his fly. He has a smug grin on his face. The shorter blonde girl stumbles out behind him, eyes wide and chest heaving a little breathlessly. Dylan catches my eye and walks over to me.
“You ready to get to this party?” His voice is high in his excitement. It reminds me of when we were twelve and saw our first set of tits. Some things never change.
“Let’s go.”
We walk out to the parking lot and to my car, which looks like a bright yellow beacon parked under one of the streetlamps. The moon hangs high in the sky, glistening off of the ocean in the distance, creating what looks like stars over the water. A cool gust of air travels over me. It’s a little warmer than it has been, and I release a satisfied breath at the feel of it on my skin.
Unlike the early morning, the nightlife in Palms, Florida is wild. This is especially true for Clovers. Clovers is the brothel owned by Fianna Fáil. It’s been in the organization since Ronan and Ardon’s father founded it. I didn’t partake in that particular adventure, but the underground garage is the perfect place to hold big fights like the one we had tonight.
Dylan and I climb into my car and head out toward the house. The after party is always held at one of the spare houses owned by Ardon. We drive to the three-story limestone mansion, just on the outskirts of Palms. I park in the circular drive behind a shiny silver Audi. The outside lights are blazing brightly, lighting the path up to the front door.
“Uh-oh.” Dylan’s amused voice has my head pulling up and looking at him.
His eyes are directed in front of us, and I allow my gaze to follow the path his have taken. My heart stops beating and I freeze up momentarily. Dylan shoves me with his shoulder to get me moving again. We walk the rest of the way to the door and stop beside Ethan. I can’t take my eyes away from the girl beside him though.
The cute little brunette is leaning against the outside wall across from the main door. A bottle of beer gripped in her small hand, and her face tilted up in conversation with Ethan. I let my eyes roam over her long, tan legs, up to her short jean skirt and frilly top. She is thin but the slight curve of her hips and her full tits keep her from looking too thin.
Long, dark hair, the color of deep mahogany, hangs over her thin shoulders. I can’t see the color of her eyes in the dark, but I know they are a deep blue surrounded by thick lashes. Ethan is fucking lucky they’re cousins. I don’t know how I would react to seeing anyone else standing this close to Kaci.
Dylan punches me in the shoulder and shakes his head at me. I ignore his silent warning and step closer to her. Kaci eyes me warily with a look I can’t quite decipher.
She places the long-neck of the bottle against her lips, the contents spill into her mouth, mesmerizing me with the way the long column of her neck moves with each swallow. When she pulls the bottle away her tongue sneaks out to lick away the excess on her bottom lip. My dick twitches in my jeans watching her full, kissable lips press together. Ethan turns to see what Kaci is looking at and grins when he sees us.
“It’s about time you got here. It’s crazy in there already, and I’ve had more than one girl ask me where you are. You know how annoying that is, Troy?” He doesn’t look annoyed. In fact that smile on his face tells me he probably fucked at least one of them for me.
“I’m sure you took real good care of them, Ethan.” I couldn’t help but smirk at him. The resemblance to Ardon is uncanny. The only difference being that Ardon’s eyes are the same deep brown as Addie’s, and Ethan’s eyes are gray.
“Hell yeah I did.” Ethan reaches down, and adjusts his junk. Kaci’s mouth drops open, and she shoves him hard enough that he stumbles back a step, laughing at her antics.
“You’re disgusting.” Her voice is almost lyrical, Ronan’s Irish lilt slipping out with her words.
“Maybe.” Ethan shrugs nonchalantly.
“You guys hanging around for a bit?” I’m speaking to them both, but my eyes haven’t left Kaci.
“Hell yeah, you should see these girls, man. I think a few of them might even be topless.” Ethan’s eyes are glazed, and his voice is rising in pitch as his words begin to slur together.
How had he gotten in this state so fast? I can’t deny that I’m a bit envious, and ready to get inside and get lit up myself. Kaci refuses to meet my gaze, but nods as she takes another sip of her beer. I look back at Dylan who has a huge grin on his face. His eyebrows wiggle at me as his green eyes shift between Kaci and me.
I walk around them into the packed house. The energy of the fight hasn’t died down at all. If anything it has only grown crazier. Music blasts through the speakers and couples grind against each other, moving with the beat, and shots are being tossed back like candy.
I move through the crush of bodies and am only stopped a few times by girls looking for a good time. It is no secret that when Ardon, Ronan, and my father, Luke, step down from the head of the organization. Ethan, Sean, and I will step up. There are two sets of people here. Those that treat us like fucking kings and those that are scared shitless of us.
I am a powerful man by birth. My life chosen before I’d taken my first breath, it is a blessing and a curse. Fianna Fáil owned Palms, Florida. Half the cops are on our payroll, and the other half aren’t brave enough to stand against us.
I take the winding staircase up, my gaze drifting to the clover tattoo on my wrist, the mark of family. We all had one. Not necessarily in the same place, my father’s is on his neck, but if you are in you have one. I wonder, not for the first time, where Kaci’s is.
I pull a key out of my pocket and open the door to Ardon’s locked office. A massive desk sits in front of a white stone fireplace, a large painting of ships out at sea hangs above it. I cross the room and pull out the heavy rolling leather chair sitting behind the desk.
Dylan and Ethan walk in just as I get three lines of coke perfectly straight and ready for consumption. It is our typical after-party routine. I lean over the desk and inhale one line in through my nose, running my hand over my nose as I sit up attempting to pull in every grain of it. Dylan follow’s after me, and then Ethan. Not that he particularly needs it at this point, but tradition is tradition.
“Is Trisha here?” Dylan’s grin grows wide showing off his straight white teeth, and Ethan’s brows furrow in contempt.
Trisha is Ethan’s ex-girlfriend. I don’t know exactly what happened between them, but Trisha has been avoiding him for months now. I’ve had to stop Ethan from pummeling her dates on more than one occasion. Why she felt the need to flaunt these preppy assholes in front of him I’m not sure, but if jealousy is her motive it’s working.
“Yeah, she is.” His lips press flat, and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“She here with anyone?” Dylan goads him.
I can hear Ethan’s teeth scrape over each other as he grinds them together. He doesn’t answer, but his silence answers for him. Ethan is shooting daggers at Dylan’s amused expression.
I stand, ready to get out there. I don’t need Ethan taking out his anger over Trisha on Dylan, even if he deserves it. Dylan is still chuckling at his own hilarity and Ethan is fuming with anger as they follow me out of the room.
I lock the door behind us. We weave through the mass of people. I see several topless girls dancing on any flat surface in their vicinity. A few guys have their phones out recording the spectacle before them. A few people are laid out on the bar as body shots begin to take precedence over shot glasses. As soon as I reach the bottom step my gaze almost immediately locks on Kaci.
She is sitting on the arm of one of the large wrap arou
nd couches, sipping on a beer. I’m not sure if it is the same beer or not, but since she’s not much of a drinker I assume it is. I freeze, wanting to walk over to her, but I can’t move my gaze passed the way her skirt travels up the silky skin of her crossed thighs.
Dylan shoves me slightly and it snaps me from my entrancement. I walk confidently over to her and ignore every chick that grabs onto me. She doesn’t see me approach so I take the opportunity to run my hand over the smooth, tan skin of her thigh. She jumps up, eyes narrowing at me. I grin cockily, but inside I am on fire. Even that simple touch has me wanting to bend her over that leather sofa she is now leaning against and lose myself in the bliss I know I’ll find there.
Chapter Three
Kaci
I knew I should have stayed home. I let Marcus convince me to come to this stupid party, only to have him abandon me as soon as we got through the door. I also should have known Troy would find me. I had hoped he would be too busy milling about his flock of whores to notice me sitting here, alone. Unfortunately, he is now standing in front of me. His blue eyes are blazing with heat which makes my skin tingle under his visual caress.
It irritates me that he still has this effect on me- that he has always had this effect on me. I try to think of some witty comment to throw at him that will make him turn around and head back into the crowd around us. Regrettably, I am not witty. I don’t know what to say to him. He gets to stand there, looking extremely gorgeous and rugged in jeans and a t-shirt, while I sit here speechless, feeling like an idiot. I can’t do anything but narrow my eyes at him. So I do.
The hair rises on my arms and my pulse picks up the longer he holds my stare. I really want to look away, but not as much as I want to appear indifferent. Troy isn’t the kind of guy you plan forever with. He’s more like the wild bad boy that fuels your fantasies, but that you’d never want your parents to find out about.