by E. M. Moore
He does the same with my leggings until they’re just past my knees before I swing my leg over to line up our bodies. He grips my hip, and I lower on top of him with a low moan.
With a hand on either side of my legs, he moves my leggings down until he can tug them off. My panties are a little harder, and I’m fairly sure he tears them in the process, but within thirty seconds, I have room to move over him just like we desperately need.
He lifts his ass, spearing me, and I cry out. He grins, and it’s hot as fuck as he maneuvers his suit pants down. I help him shimmy them off when I realize what he’s doing. We kind of went about this all wrong. Usually, you undress before you start fucking, but this is what it’s like when you just want to feel someone inside you right this fucking second.
I whip my shirt off next while moving over him. He runs his hands up my body, palming both breasts, teasing the edge of the cup where it meets my skin.
“Show me you want this as much as me,” he pleads.
I place my hands on his chiseled abs and ride him. I ride him straight into an orgasm that curls my toes. I fucking love this position. The friction on my clit. The view of him as he watches me fuck him. It’s everything.
He grabs a hold of the bottom band of my bra, yanking me forward, pulling my panting body down. He reaches behind me, unclasping the bra hooks in the back, and I’m so thankful I use the best of the best bras and not just the flimsy sports bras other women wear. It’s not because I have huge breasts, it’s because I don’t want them bouncing around when I train, but they’re also useful for easier access in moments like this.
He pulls the straps down my arms and tosses the fabric to the floor as he sits up, changing the angle. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
He lifts his hips, and we grind against each other, kissing like our lives depend on it. Like his lips are the only thing giving me oxygen to breathe and I’m a woman suffocating.
He kisses a trail down my neck, pausing at my collarbone before taking one of my nipples into his deliciously hot mouth. He tugs and pulls, teasing. My head falls back, giving him all the access he wants. He takes it, worshipping each of my breasts in turn while he fondles the other with expert fingers. The sounds in the room of just our bodies moving together and our harsh breaths commingling drown me in need.
We stay that way until my body is so locked up tight in anticipation of my orgasm that I start to shiver. He reaches between us. “Give it to me, babe.” His thumb grinds circles into my clit. “Give me all of it. I want to feel you come on me again.”
My mind obliterates. His other hand wraps around me tighter, making sure my movements increase against him.
“I want to see that orgasm face you have. I want that plastered in my memory for eternity.”
I desperately work myself over him as he presses down on my clit. The sounds coming from me sound animal-like, primal as I finally reach the catalyst and scream his name.
I collapse against him, and he rolls me onto my back. He doesn’t give me time to recover. He hikes my leg up over his shoulder, pumping in and out of me. Unbelievably, this new position awakens my body again. Just when I thought I was done and didn’t have enough for anymore, I’m desperately kissing him again, holding his face to mine, so I can ravish him like he’s ravishing my cunt.
“Tell me what you want,” I breathe in between kisses. “Tell me all of it.”
“You,” he sighs. “Just fucking you. I won’t always do the right thing.” He draws in a harsh breath. “Fuck. You feel incredible.”
I moan at his words. “I won’t always do the right thing either,” I admit. “But I will always be here for you.”
He pumps inside me, hips working overtime. Still, lines crease his forehead. “I don’t want to lose you,” he breathes, his nostrils flaring. “But I think I’m too late.”
In his eyes, a lost boy appears. A look I imagine he would’ve had when he was younger lingers. It’s far from the confident Johnny Rocket I’m used to seeing.
“I’m right here,” I tell him, taking his cheeks in my hand and pulling him down to wash those thoughts away. He can have me. All of me. He’s not late for anything.
He fists the sheets beneath us. “You like Brawler. I can tell.” He fucks me harder. His hips slamming into me until I can barely draw breath. “You want him like this, and I don’t want to share you.”
Separating what’s happening between our bodies and minds is almost impossible. “I like both of you,” I grunt almost on a cry. Fuck, he’s so good at this. Why do all of his truths come out when we’re like this? Desperate for each other?
“I’m going to kill him,” Johnny says, glaring down at me.
It’s a half-hearted threat. I don’t know if it’s because he’s balls deep inside of me, or if it’s because he doesn’t really want to.
“You’re just scared,” I tell him, arching my back. “But my feelings for anyone else have nothing to do with my feelings for you. They’ll always be the same.”
He grinds against me, a swirl of hips that has me gasping. He slows the pace as if he’s teasing me. “I’m going to fight for you.” He locks gazes with me, and I see the unsaid promise there. “This is all my fault, but I’m going to win you over. I’m going to treat you like the queen you are until you drop them and come back to me.”
He fucks me slow, hands wandering over my sensitive flesh. An almost maddening amount of pressure crescendos until I squirm beneath him. My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I gasp as the pleasure rocks my body.
He pinches my nipple, and a jolt rockets through me. “Is that what this is about?” I ask. “I told you before that no one owns me.”
He pulls out, and I groan at the loss of him. He sits up on his knees, stroking his cock in front of me like a dark god. He makes a twirling motion with his free hand. “Flip onto your knees.”
I stare at him stroking himself, pleasure leaking between my thighs before he grows impatient and flips me himself. In one stroke, he enters me from behind, and I pant out his name.
“It sounds like I own you, Kyla. It sounds like I own this pussy, this incredible body,” he says, hands smoothing up my spine. “It sounds like it’s calling out for me. Am I wrong?”
He pounds into me so hard I can’t answer. It’s onslaught after onslaught of pleasure.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he boasts. “Tell me you don’t want to be owned like this.”
No such words would ever cross my lips. “Fuck yes,” I grind out instead, moving back into him as he spears me.
He holds my hips in place. Sweat drips down my spine, and he leans over to capture it with the tip of his tongue. Oh fuck. My thighs are jelly. My core is thoroughly fucked in all the right ways.
Johnny moves his hands to my ass, squeezing me there to the point of pain. He releases, and I let out a breath only to feel the palm of his hand slap me in the same spot. Pleasure spikes, sinking into every pore, every thought. He does it again, and another orgasm rakes my body, torturing it in the most beautiful way.
He grips my hips as he loses control, ramming inside me until he comes with a low grunt, his cock jerking inside me as my pussy clenches around him. He collapses over me, chest heaving. I can’t keep both of us up, so I fall to the bed and he falls with me like we’ve just taken a giant leap to an unknown place with each other.
His hot breath stirs my hair when he finally speaks. He’s still sprawled over my back, cock seated inside my sated walls. “This is all my fault, and I’m not mad. But I will fight for you, Kyla. I thought you left, and the bleak existence I would have without you flashed in front of my eyes until all I saw was pain. I don’t deserve this, but I’m not fucking giving up either. It’s not in me.” He lets out a breath. “Tell your boys it’s game on.”
I wait for a beat, but the only thing that comes is the rapid beat of his heart against my back. Fuck, he’s really serious. I turn toward him, catching him before he slips from the bed. I sit up, kissing his shoulder as he swings his legs
over. “I never meant for this to happen,” I tell him. “I wanted to tell you. I want you to know them like I do.”
He hangs his head. “I have no one to blame but myself.”
“Don’t do that,” I plead. “I didn’t realize what was happening with all of you until it was too late.”
His jaw ticks. “Just so it’s clear. Who are we talking about here?”
I watch his face. Either he has the best poker face in the world, or he really isn’t planning on killing them. He says he’s going to fight for me, but we’re going to fight for him too. “Brawler.”
“I know that one,” he says, jaw clenching.
“Oscar,” I tell him, ignoring his response.
“Fucking Bat?”
Jesus. Oscar never gets any love. Johnny just mirrored Brawler’s reaction. I know he’s a smart mouth, but he’s so fucking good underneath it all.
“And—”
“There’s another?”
I take his arm, pulling him until his back is on the bed and I’m straddling him. “I’m being open with you, babe,” I say, letting his nickname for me slip out. It works this way, too. He is my babe. He’s my gorgeous Crew leader. My torn bad boy with a heart underneath it all. “My feelings grew for everybody at the same time. I’ve never felt like this before,” I tell him, letting my soul ooze out between us. With this information, he could make me bleed. He could ruin me. He could turn my life into a total rotting mess, but I’m trusting him with everything. “Jacob,” I breathe, using Mag’s real name and letting my last secret in regard to this finally slip out.
A low rumble starts in Johnny’s chest. “Now I don’t feel bad for punching that fucker earlier.”
I still. “You punched him?”
“I thought he left you alone so you could run away.”
I lean over him, making him look at me. “He let me up here. Magnum cares for you, Johnny.”
“Yeah, cares for me enough to take my girl from me.”
I pin his hands above his head and loom over him. “No one is trying to take anything from you, Johnny. We all want to work together. We all want to be together.”
“And everyone knew but me?” I prepare for an explosion, but a smirk crosses his face instead. “They’re all terrified I’ll kill their asses, aren’t they?”
“They are, and I’m trusting you not to do that.”
“No promises.”
He tries to shirk me off, but I press my body against his. “Johnny,” I warn. I know he could get me off him if he wanted, but he probably wants to have this conversation as much as I do. “It’s not about liking them better than you or you better than them. Or any of you better than the other.”
“So, you want us to…share you?” His brow rises like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.
I nod, words getting stuck in my throat.
“I don’t share,” he says, “but I will fight my damndest for you. You can tell them to relax. Killing them would be too easy, and besides, I’d lose you in the process. I’ll win you though,” Johnny says, the sound a dark promise. “At the end of this, you’ll want me and only me. I’ll show you I’m enough.”
“You’re already enough,” I tell him. “This has nothing to do with something you’re lacking. I told you the other day that I thought I was falling in love with you. I’m fucking in love with you, Johnny. There’s no falling. I’m already there.”
A shimmer of pain flashes in his eyes, and I recognize the hurt there. He thinks he’s completely fucked this up for himself. “I should never have fucked that random girl. I should never have hurt you, and I’ll be paying for that shit my whole life. Don’t give up on me,” Johnny pleads, his hands flexing against my hold. “I’m not my father. If I can promise you anything, I can promise you that.”
I let him free his hands and wrap his arms around my body, pulling me toward him. We lie there in an embrace. All in all, considering what could have happened, the only thing that would have made this better was if he agreed to share from the beginning.
That’s not Johnny Rocket though. He’s a fighter through and through, and a part of him still thinks I’m his and only his no matter what.
And I’m fine with that. As long as I can be the others’ too.
25
I wake in Johnny’s arms and settle into his warmth at my back. Maybe it’s a shit thing to do to feel hope in the midst of all this, but I do. It surges inside me like a gallop of faith. No, it’s not like Johnny told me he was committing to all of us. He only promised me...well, him, basically.
I wrap his arms around me tighter. What he must have gone through when I was at Greenlawn. He must have buried himself in a massive pit of blame. I don’t know how to get it through his head that there’s nothing he could have done to stop me from falling for the other guys, too. It’s as if this was supposed to happen.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. Jacob appears on the screen, and I watch as a text scrolls across. REMEMBER: PT APPT.
Damn, this guy. I shake my head and smile.
I slip out from Johnny’s grasp and tiptoe to the bathroom. I text Mag back that I’m in Johnny’s suite still, then I take a shower and ready myself for the day. I wrap a towel around my chest as I do my hair, then send a quick text to Magnum, asking him to bring me some clothes to wear. Considering I’m not supposed to be sleeping in Johnny’s apartment per his father’s orders, all of my clothes were moved to my place when I was moved out. I bite my lip. I’m not only not supposed to be sleeping here, I’m not supposed to be fucking him either.
A few minutes after I’ve dried my hair as best I can and run my hands through it, a soft knock sounds on the door. I hold the towel around me as I run out to the main room to let Magnum in.
“Hey,” he says whispering. He holds out an outfit to me, and I smile when it’s black leggings coupled with a black shirt. We’re totally going to match today. “I didn’t know what you wanted.”
“This is perfect,” I tell him, stepping back so he can come inside.
He inspects me, gaze lingering on the towel for a little longer than the rest of me. Then, he asks, “How did last night go?”
“Well...” I say, drawing it out. He steps in, and I close the door behind him.
I don’t get the chance to tell him what happened though.
“I ought to kick your fucking ass, Cotton.”
I freeze, and Mag’s gaze darts over my head. The hostility hitting my back is potent. Mag moves me out of the way. Like, physically takes my shoulders and shuffles me to the side, giving me a warning look to stay out of this.
Mag stares at his friend. “I’m sorry,” he says, and there’s a real apology in his voice.
“You’re sorry?” Johnny seethes. “You know I fucking love this girl. You know it.” He finally gets to Mag and shoves him against the door.
“Johnny...” I start.
Mag gives me a withering look that makes me stand straighter. “Just go get dressed. We’ll handle this.”
Johnny’s gaze drops to the clothes I’m holding in my hand and my towel-dressed state. If he could get any madder, he does. His cheeks flame, and the look he sends Mag’s way would make me shrivel.
All of these guys have balls of steel though. They respect each other, but that doesn’t mean they’re going to bow down to one another either.
Neither will I.
I do walk into the bedroom to get dressed, but I leave the door open to hear their conversation, so I know if I need to step out in Magnum’s defense.
“I take it you know?” Mag asks.
“Yes, my fucking girl told me, which is a hell of a lot more than you fucking did. Or any of those other fucking punk asses.”
“You should see the way they care for her,” Mag starts.
“I have seen. What do you think tipped me off in the goddamn first place?”
“Don’t be mad at her.”
“Mad at her? I’m not fucking mad at her.” Another loud thunk comes, and I can o
nly imagine Johnny has shoved him up against the door again. I find a pair of black silk panties in the pile of clothes he brought for me and slip them on while letting the towel hit the floor. Then, I pull the leggings on, all the while listening to their conversation.
Johnny screams in frustration. “It’s my fault. I’m a big enough man to admit that, and don’t even say you didn’t mean for this shit to happen like some goddamn soap opera. You knew how much I cared for her. You fucking knew, Cotton.”
After putting the bra on that Mag chose for me, I slip the shirt over my head and frown at Johnny’s use of Mag’s real name. I can’t remember ever hearing him call him anything but Mag or Magnum. Maybe this means it’s more personal for him. It’s not about the gang. This is about them being friends.
“I know,” Mag says, voice deepening. “Fuck.”
I bite my lip as I lean against the wall next to the door. The crack in Mag’s voice hurts.
“When I said do anything to keep her safe, it didn’t mean you could fucking fall for her too. The one thing in my life I’ve ever had that actually means something. That was actually for me. Only me.”
A quiet growl rips from Jacob’s throat. “Don’t you think she’s that for all of us? I told her I thought she was your savior, but what if she’s all of ours? God knows we don’t fucking deserve one.”
“No, you don’t deserve mine. My savior.”
“You’re going to have to stop thinking of her that way,” Mag counters. “She’s not just yours.”
“She will be. By the end of all this, she won’t even remember your fucking names. I told her I’d fight for her. Right after I made her come on my dick five fucking amazing times.” His voice lowers. “Ahhh,” Johnny practically purrs. “I can see in your eyes you haven’t done that yet. But you want to. Let’s see if she feels the same way now.”
Johnny’s whispered threats simultaneously turn me on and piss me off. I walk out of the room while they stare at one another. “I’m ready,” I announce.
