Wrong For Me

by Meagan Brandy

  I swoop my bag off the ground and run around the front, not stopping until I’m in the main building, surrounded by recruits.

  But my hand tingles along with other parts of me, a deep flush covering my chest and cheeks.

  Alec was hard and in my hand, and I’m a fool for wanting more.

  I’ll need to shop for a new bedroom lock tonight.

  And batteries to get me through the weekend.

  I’m so fucked. I fed the beast, and he’s still hungry. He wants more.

  He wants everything, all of me.

  But what about her?

  Alec

  I need to come. Hard.

  Now.

  I make my way into the building, avoiding any and all eye contact. I head straight for the staff locker rooms, locking myself inside.

  This shit ain’t ideal, but my body has one mode when touched by Oakley.

  Fucking ready.

  I kick off my shoes, stripping as I walk, and then step right into the showers. The cold spray that starts does nothing, but that’s not why I’m here, and in the next few moments, the water warms.

  I lean my back against the wall, letting the spray hit my abs and slide down my cock.

  I trace the bulging veins that run up the underside of my dick before wrapping my hand around it, base to fucking tip, and I squeeze. Punishingly hard, I grip myself until I groan and then pull lightly.

  My feet widen against the tiles, and my head falls back.

  I imagine Oakley in front of me, on her knees, begging to take me in her sweet mouth, and I let her.

  She sucks me in good, moaning when the tip hits her throat, and I follow along.

  My ass cheeks tighten as I thrust in and out, deeper, quicker, and heat takes over.

  My left hand hits the wall as I increase my speed, fucking my own hand to the thought of my girl. Her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, some strands falling into her eyes as she peeks up at me, getting herself off to the look in my eyes as she pleases me.

  I picture her little hand sliding down her neck and between her tits before moving to pinch her own nipple. The vibration from her moan against my dick sends a ripple through me.

  The second her fingers slide down to her pussy, my hips jerk, and my cum hits my stomach, my free hand coming down to wipe it across my abs and down my abdomen until I can switch hands. I give it another hard squeeze, and my muscles twitch.

  When my breathing slows, I peel my eyes open with a sigh.

  I need in my girl’s pussy. Soon. Need to feel it, eat it, fuck it.

  Need to own it.

  And, fuck, I’m hard again.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Marissa

  “Daddy.”

  “Sweetheart.”

  “I’ve found them. Stupid girl brought the files home in her bag.”

  “We sure everything is there?”

  “Everything and more.” I run my hand across my husband’s name on the copy of our marriage license that Trick Rivera had a copy of. “How you murdered that little girl and framed her mama. Sick move, but I understand why you did it. You were crossed, so you took what mattered most to the poor sap and made it disappear ... made her disappear.” My eyes land on a photo of Oakley and another blonde. They’re laughing and smiling, not a care in their world. “I understand completely,” I whisper more to myself, but he hears.

  “Sweetheart …” He trails off. “Where’s the girl now?”

  “Crying in the shower. She does that often.”

  “Why don’t you step out of the house, and I’ll head on over?”

  I hum, scanning over the papers in front of me.

  “Marissa … listen to me. I need you to control yourself. No more impulsive moves.”

  My head starts to pound as anger swells behind my eyes. “I told you the dad had a gun. I had no choice but to shoot him first. You said you believed me!”

  “I do,” he rushes out, and I take a deep breath. “I do. Calm down and keep quiet, or someone might hear you, okay?”

  I squeeze my eyes shut, giving a little shake of my head. “Yeah, okay.”

  “Where are you?”

  I flip open the next file, and I’m met with a photo of Alec. “Oakley’s room.”

  “Go on back to yours now.”

  “He belongs to me, Daddy. I don’t wanna share him anymore.”

  “And you don’t have to, pumpkin. Alec is yours, but, Marissa … the girl? She’s mine now. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  “I do.”

  “Good. I’m on my way. She’ll think I’m there just making a house call or something, and together, the three of us will end this. You’ll have Alec all to yourself as soon as—”

  “No, I won’t.”

  He’ll never leave her now. I pull the little stick from my pocket and examine it.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “It’s all here, in these files. We’ve been played.”

  He goes completely silent before speaking again, “How?”

  “He’s Blaze, Daddy.”

  “That’s not possible,” he growls.

  “But it’s true. I have to go.”

  “Marissa!”

  I hang up, slide a piece of paper between all the others, and carefully place everything back.

  My husband wants the pawn. Maybe sharing is for the best.

  The minute I step from her room, the shower turns off, and the front door opens.

  Oh, goody.

  A smile breaks free.

  They’re both here to play.

  Chapter Thirty

  Oakley

  “Fuck off, I’m busy. Yak atcha later.”

  The beep sounds and I clench my phone tighter.

  Voicemail again.

  “Havannah—” I start but cut myself off. I’m done with begging her to call me back. “Thought I’d tell you about my week and how fucked up it was. The first shitty thing, I won’t say it over the phone, so I’ll start with the second. You’ll be happy to hear, I basically told Rowan to fuck off, and then him and Alec got in a fistfight. I opened my dad’s safe—you know, the one at Blaze? Took me about ten tries before I figured out the code. That was mind-blow number one. Then, a secret I can’t share fell in my lap, and I …” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I have no idea what to do about it.” When my eyes start to water, I swallow, licking my lips. “Anyway, fuck you for going radio silent on me. This will be my last call.”

  I hit End and toss my phone to the floor.

  I tried Rowan tonight, too, but he didn’t answer either. I could fight with Alec and eventually make it outta the house and go see Rowan, but that’s not what he wants.

  He needs time to think, and then he’ll come to me.

  I drop my towel from my body, quickly pulling on a T-shirt and undies, and flop back on my mattress, deciding to go to bed with wet hair. I look to the ceiling, thoughts of the day running through my mind.

  Rowan’s face when I told him I was done.

  Gio’s when Rowan dismissed him.

  Alec’s when he pinned Gio against the wall.

  Alec’s when I told him I’d asked Gio to fuck me.

  Alec’s when he pinned me to the wall.

  His dick in my hand, hot breath on my neck, scent all around me.

  Much like it is now. It’s like my senses are heightened.

  I smell him everywhere, feel when he’s near, imagine his hands and mouth and—

  “Daydreaming, are we?”

  I freeze, my eyes popping open, as I realize that my hand has slipped beneath my shirt. I shift my gaze to my doorway, finding Marissa leaning against the doorjamb wearing a smirk and satin robe … and nothing else.

  “Get the fuck outta my room.”

  She smiles and steps inside, so I slowly lift myself into a sitting position.

  “What do you want?” My brows pull in, anxiousness making my skin prickle.

  “Well, I’m a little tired, but I think I’ll stay up a while
longer. Maybe play a bit.” She stares at me, waiting for a reaction she won’t get.

  She takes another step closer, so I slide to the edge of my bed until my feet hit the floor.

  “For some reason, my husband makes sure you’re in here, every night, alone, so I was thinking … you could join, if you’d like.”

  My muscles lock.

  What the fuck did she just say?

  “I know you want him.” She tilts her head like the bitch she is, looking down at me. “Maybe you even wish he were yours; it’s more than obvious. So come”—her eyes pinch at the sides, but she keeps her arrogant smirk in place—“and we’ll both enjoy his body … but only for tonight.”

  My jaw wants to hit the floor, my fist wants to smash her face, but my mind wants to call her on a bluff as bad as my body wants back what was never mine to begin with.

  I shouldn’t; that’s a given. I surely don’t want to see him touch another woman, but I know this man, and to torture myself is to torture him.

  I move to stand in front of her, and she scans my nearly naked body from head to toe, a tight smile finding her lips.

  Then, admittedly jaded and out of my fucking mind, I follow the devil down the hall and into my own pit of hell.

  She steps in, and I follow behind her.

  His head lifts from where he is sitting at the edge of the bed—the bed we fucked on, the bed he’s now fucked her on. His shirt is on the floor at his feet, jeans still on but unbuttoned.

  All tattoos and tan skin.

  His eyes narrow on me a moment before cutting between Marissa’s and my eyes, and slowly, his chest puffs out as his spine goes straight.

  Marissa steps closer to him, but he keeps his gaze locked on me. She slides her silk robe to the side and drops her bare ass onto his right knee. My teeth grind as she slides her hand up his chest, her fake lips landing on his cheek as she crooks a finger to call me near.

  And call me stupid, but I oblige, stopping half an inch away.

  Alec jerks his head my way, and his eyes harden, all while growing my favorite shade of green, dark with a glossy finish, his pupils so large that he looks like a man demented.

  A man starved.

  Marissa’s hand lands on my outer thigh, and I snap my gaze to hers. I blankly stare at her as she skims her hand up my hip until she’s grabbing me by the waistband of my underwear and pulling me closer, so I’m standing between Alec’s legs.

  I take her hint and lower myself onto his left knee, and instantly, his hand lifts to grip my ass cheek. His chest rumbles with an angry growl, and Marissa smirks, tilting her head to kiss his neck, nodding for me to do the same.

  I lock my eyes on his, and his nostrils flare, but I ignore his unspoken threat and inhale deeply before diving into this raw torture.

  The second my lips touch his neck, he twitches, and heat pools between my legs.

  Fuck, the taste of him. All man and mine.

  My pussy walls tighten as his grip grows stronger, sliding closer to my ass crack, the higher my lips travel.

  I suppress a moan as a pinkie slides between my cheeks, his hand so large that he’s able to latch on for a firm grip.

  Marissa’s hand catches my attention when it starts to run along his chest, her fake nails scratching across his tattoos, just the way my tongue traveled them not so long ago.

  When she lets out a small moan, I sink my teeth into his shoulder, and his fingertips bruise into my skin, the tip of his pinkie pushing against my hole, making me clench my muscles.

  When I hear Marissa shift back, I do the same, and she stares at me. I’d claw her eyes out right now if I could. Strangely enough, if I guessed, I’d say the bitch was truly turned on right now.

  She licks her lips and shifts closer to Alec. She reaches for my hand, slowly placing it on the inside of her thigh. I don’t look away from her eyes as she slides it higher. I force myself to keep my face neutral.

  She then stands, moving behind Alec, her hands gliding across his shoulders. She brings her lips to his ear. “Touch her, Alec,” she whispers, her tapered eyes on me. “Show her what a real man’s hands feel like.”

  If you only knew where your husband’s hands had been.

  Alec’s jaw clenches as he brings his right hand to my waist. He’s slow to grip me at first, but as soon as he has my hips in his hold, he snaps, and I’m yanked forward until I’m straddling him, my now-wet underwear sitting right on top of his boxers-covered dick, his belt buckle dangling to the side scratching against my inner thigh.

  My hands shoot out to catch my balance, planting right against his heated pecs. His skin is so soft and warm, so familiar that my nipples harden against my thin shirt.

  Marissa’s taunting chuckle snaps me out of my haze, and my eyes cut to hers.

  She stares at me, a calculating look in her light eyes, and mine pinch at the edges.

  “Kiss me,” she whispers.

  For a second, I think she’s talking to me, but her gaze slowly slides to Alec, her hand coming around to force his face to hers.

  My heart beats in my throat as I stare. I don’t know what I expected coming in here, but I feel like I’m being torn in half when his lips grow closer to hers.

  And he kisses her, right in front of me, while I sit on his lap.

  I try to push off, but he forces me still. A grip that grows tighter, rougher, the longer his mouth stays on hers.

  His hands are pushing, which means his kiss is that much angrier, and she’s getting it, not me. His dick grows under me, pushing against my center, and I swear, I might vomit.

  I jerk my gaze away, the move causing him to pull from her.

  She licks her lips and moves to step back, dropping her robe to the bed, leaving her in nothing but her birthday suit, and she steps behind me.

  I keep my eyes locked on his as she runs her fingers across my hips until she’s lifting my shirt over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, so here I sit, on Alec’s lap, in my thong, his wife behind me.

  His dick twitches as his grip grows stronger.

  She crawls beside us and pushes my hair out of the way, her lips moving to my shoulder.

  I fight not to cringe when her mouth glides across my skin. Alec’s brows dip in the center, and the second her hands reach the under part of my bare breast, he jumps to his feet, almost knocking both of us to the floor in the process.

  He grabs Marissa in a tight, possessive hold that has me holding my breath, and he spins her around, so her naked ass is facing me. His large hand sinks into her hair, and he yanks it a bit, making her moan as he exposes her neck.

  “Nobody”—he growls against her, and her hands shoot up to grip his biceps—“touches your body but me,” he speaks against her skin … but his eyes are locked on mine.

  He’s talking to me.

  “Your body,” he continues, his teeth now bared with his glare. “Belongs to me. Only me.” He warns in a deep growl, “Woman or not, I don’t give a fuck. No other fucking hands will touch you. Ever. Do you understand me?” One brow is slanted in heavy disapproval.

  My body starts to shake in anger, but when Marissa turns her head to smirk, I mask my expression the best I can.

  “Sorry, sweetheart. My man doesn’t want to share me.” Her eyes narrow in sick satisfaction. “Get out.”

  I force my feet to move slowly, but as soon as I hit the hall, I dart for my room, hearing Alec’s door slam right when I reach mine.

  Tears instantly spring in my eyes, but before I can slam my own damn door, I’m being shoved through the entrance and pushed against the wall.

  I gasp as Alec smashes his heated body into my nearly naked one, not a space to breathe between us.

  He’s furious, his face hard, and before I know it, his lips roughly take mine.

  A feral moan is forced from me, and my legs give way, but his large frame is there to hold me up.

  With a deep growl, he rolls his hard-on against me, dry-fucking me for a few moments. Then, he yanks back, making
me gasp for air I don’t want but need.

  “Do you fucking feel this?” he hisses against my mouth, his dick pushing on my clit. “This is all for you. Every fucking inch of it.”

  He steps back, and I slide down the wall a little.

  I meet his glare, but I’m too dizzy to match it.

  “You realize what your stunt has done?” He tilts his head, my eyes following his hand as he grips himself. “This is for fucking you, Oakley … and now, I’ve gotta go use it on her.”

  My eyes fly to his.

  “Don’t start a fire you can’t douse, princess.”

  “Fuck you, asshole,” I fume, tears of anger and hurt slipping. “I’m not your princess.”

  He hangs his head and steps for the door, but before he walks out, his tortured gaze hits mine once more. “You’re right. You’re not my princess.” He takes a deep breath, his splintered stare scanning over every inch of my face. “You’re my fucking queen.”

  And then he’s gone, and my ass hits the carpet.

  I hate him.

  I hate everything about him.

  Most of all, I hate that I can’t convince myself that it’s true.

  I bang my head against the wall before dropping it into my palms, but as I do, my attention is caught by the shine of gold against black—the Blaze logo.

  I drop my arms, and I look to where my gym bag sits just inside my closet. I grab the sweater I tossed by my door earlier and pull it over my head.

  A deep crease forms across my forehead as I crawl across the floor, stopping to sit right in front of it.

  My hands shake as I slide the zipper open and slowly pull the small pile out.

  Fear and uncertainty have me pausing.

  What could possibly be in these folders that would have caused my dad to change the password to his safe before he left?

  And why the hell would he have changed it to numbers that correspond to letters that spell out MARISSA?

  With a deep breath, I flip open the first tab.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Alec

  I slam the door shut and stride over to the dresser.