by Elle Rease
“Nah, I don’t feel the need to anymore.” Mysie touched Cinnia’s elbow. “You’ll have to speak to Teagan before he drags her out of here, though. There’s nothing worse than a man who acts on too little information.”
“I was planning to,” Cinnia said.
They walked to the living room, where all the women in the Raptors club gushed around Dawn, urging her to open the rest of her presents. Cinnia stood on the edge for a moment, Mysie by her side, and tried to envision herself as an expectant mother.
“Doesn’t look so bad anymore, does it?”
Cinnia gave Mysie a questioning look.
“Getting pregnant,” Brennan’s mother explained. “When you see how much support you’ll have from the rest of the club, it’s easier to consider, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Cinnia replied honestly.
“I can’t wait for you and Bren to get on that.” Mysie patted Cinnia’s flat stomach. “Assuming you’ll ever sleep with him again, that is.”
As Cinnia’s face burned with embarrassment, Mysie cackled mischievously and disappeared into the crowd. Cinnia inhaled deeply. She was just calming down when she heard the front door open. Hurrying to the entryway, she stopped Teagan in his tracks.
“Where is she?” her brother demanded.
“Okay, calm down, or you’ll scare her.”
Teagan rubbed the back of his head, frustrated. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Listen carefully, ‘cause I want this to work to your advantage.” Cinnia waited for him to nod. “Go get all her things from her flat and leave enough money so she won’t get in trouble for not giving notice. Then take her to mom and dad’s and get her settled in my old room. I need you to drive her around from now on. Can you do that?”
“Of course,” he responded. “We work similar hours, so it won’t impact my schedule.”
“Okay, good. And please, try to reel the testosterone in. She’s a child of abuse, so I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want you angry all the time. Be protective, but don’t cramp her style.”
“Sure.”
Cinnia reached for the keys to Brennan’s SUV and gave it to Teagan. “Take the car, and I’ll ride your bike to mom and dad’s once I’m done here. I’ll let Brennan meet me there.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll go get Piper,” she said, turning on her heel.
“Cin?”
She frowned and looked at him.
“Thank you.” He smiled sheepishly. “I know you’re doing this because… you know.”
She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep herself from smiling. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she lied, heading into the living room. She found Piper chatting with a few of the younger women. “My brother’s here.”
Piper’s eyes widened and a bit of red filled her cheeks. “Thank you, Cin.”
“Call me if you need anything, okay?”
Piper nodded, greeted her friends and hurried to Teagan.
“Won’t be long until those two hook up,” one of the women giggled.
“All part of your master plan, Cin?”
Cinnia gave them a dry look. “Why does everyone think I’m hooking them up?” she said with faux innocence. “I’m just making sure she’s safe.”
No one believed her, yet Cinnia was happy about the banter. It was better than the cold shoulders she’d received upon her return, two months ago.
The baby shower lasted for another couple of hours before the guests began trickling out of Mysie’s big mansion. Cinnia remained after most of them had left to help her mother-in-law clean up, and texted Brennan to pick her up from her parents’ place in half an hour.
“Thanks for letting me use your house as a venue,” she said to Mysie once they were done.
“Anytime, Cin.” Mysie walked her to the driveway. “I’m very proud of you. When are we planning the wedding?”
Cinnia giggled anxiously. “Uhm, Bren and I haven’t really spoken about dates yet, but I’m thinking it’ll only happen next year.”
“That doesn’t mean the planning has to wait until then. You should get going on that.”
“Noted, momma bear,” Cinnia teased. “I’ll see you later.”
It felt strange to ride her brother’s motorcycle, which was a newer model of her Harley. His helmet didn’t fit snugly, either, so she rode extra carefully. Thankfully, there wasn’t much traffic on the roads, and she pulled into the Sloane household’s driveway next to Brennan’s Blackline soon enough. Her eyebrows drew together as she cut the engine, wondering why he was so early.
“Hey, lass.” Brennan emerged from the shadows looking delicious, as usual. He’d opted for jeans, too, paired off with a loose-fitting green T-shirt. The thump-clink of his boots on the tarmac had her heart racing. “How was the shower?”
She got off Teagan’s Harley and sighed. “It was good, thanks. I’m sure the guys had more fun.” She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer. “You had alcohol to keep you busy.”
“I am feeling quite buzzed,” he admitted.
“I can see that.” She stood on tiptoes to kiss him. Her body arched into his, craving contact. “Guess what?”
His gaze had darkened from her unexpected attack. “What?”
“I’m fucking you tonight.”
He gripped her ass, hard. “Good.”
“All you have to do is give me five minutes to make sure Piper’s okay.”
“Hurry.”
She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. “It’s the only time I’ll hurry tonight, babe.”
“Cinnia, unless you want me to bend you over my Harley and fuck you senseless, you’ll get on with it,” he growled.
“Hold that thought,” she murmured, giving him a final kiss and rushing to the front door of her parents’ house. She found Teagan and Piper in her old bedroom, packing away her things. “Hey.”
Piper smiled. “Hi, Cin. Your room’s amazing.”
“I’m glad you like it.” She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t feel like you’ve got to get a new place soon, okay? Just take it easy for a couple of weeks while everything calms down.”
“I will.” Piper glanced at Teagan, blushing once she realized he’d never taken his eyes off her. “He said he’ll help with whatever I need.”
“And so will the rest of the club. Remember that.” Cinnia halted just as she was about to walk away, frowning. “Hey, Piper?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you like to design my wedding dress?”
Piper’s eyes bugged out. “I-I beg your pardon?”
“Well, you did such a great job with Dawn’s onesies, and Mysie mentioned you’re really good,” Cinnia shrugged. “What do you say?”
“I… uhm…” She swallowed. “Wow, Cin, I’d love to.”
Cinnia grinned. “Good. We can take my measurements after your lesson tomorrow.”
“Awesome.”
“G’night, guys,” Cinnia greeted, giving her brother a meaningful glance. “Behave.”
“Just go fuck Brennan already!” he yelled after her.
She laughed and skipped back outside. Her parents were out on a date, but she’s already informed them of Piper’s arrival, so at least they wouldn’t come home to a surprise.
Brennan was waiting on his Harley, his gaze fixed on her as she sashayed over. She assumed that he’d already discussed the SUV’s retrieval with Teagan, so she didn’t feel bad about leaving it here for the night.
“All good?”
“Yup,” she responded, accepting his spare helmet. “Thanks for waiting.”
“Never waiting this long again,” he muttered as he started the engine.
Cinnia couldn’t stop her hands from exploring her fiancé’s body as he sped home, rubbing up and down his thighs. The vibrations of the Harley coupled with Brennan’s unique scent had her arousal spinning out of control, and she cupped him through his jeans, loving how hard he was already.
Br
ennan’s hand covered hers, showing her how he wanted to be touched. She was tempted to unzip him and jerk him off while they were mobile but, mercifully, they arrived at their house before she caused an accident she’d rather avoid. She jumped off his Harley and stored her helmet in the side pannier, where it belonged.
She would’ve raced him into the house, but stopped short at the way he was eyeing her. “W-what?” she stammered.
“Strip.”
Stunned, she looked at their surroundings. Sure, the sun had set an hour ago, but the street lamps provided more than enough illumination for their neighbors to spot whatever he had planned. “Uh, Bren—”
“Did I fucking stutter, Cinnia?” He clenched his fists and tilted his head to the left, to the right, to calm himself. “Take off your clothes, right now.”
Excitement made her heart go from a trot to a gallop. She was quaking in her boots, but she couldn’t wait to see what he had up his sleeve. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the ground, looking at him for approval.
He inclined his head to let her know that she was on the right track. “Now, the rest.”
She bent to unzip her boots and kick them off, stepping out of her socks a second later. Then she shoved her jeans down, her skin reddening at the mere thought of someone witnessing this. For a man who didn’t like other men appraising Cinnia with their gazes, Brennan was an exhibitionist tonight.
He held out a strip of leather. “Put your hair up.”
Grabbing the ends of her long hair, she twisted it around a few times and piled it on top of her head, tying it with the leather. “What now?”
“Take your underwear off.”
She swallowed thickly. “Brennan, I—”
“You want me to fuck you, right?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then do as I say and take your fucking underwear off. Every time you hesitate, you’re giving me another reason to punish you.”
Well, now I really want to misbehave, she thought madly. No matter how many times she sent the signal to her limbs to remove her last coverings, they wouldn’t budge. She was being held hostage by her inner masochist.
Brennan raised an auburn eyebrow. “It’ll be the belt tonight, Cin. Is that what you want?”
“I…” She trailed off, her nipples doing their best to poke through the lace of her bra. She was so turned on. “Yes.”
“Good. Strip.”
Finally—oh, finally, she thought—her hands moved, undoing her bra’s buckle and letting it slide off her arms. Taking deep breaths, she pushed her knickers down. Then, straightening her spine, she stood in front of him, naked from head to toe.
His icy gaze raked over her, the muscles in his shoulders tense. Slowly, like a panther, he circled her. His blatant survey of her body had her gritting her teeth as shivers darted over her skin. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable… and so powerful, at the same time. She had something that he wanted. What woman wouldn’t take pride in that?
“So,” he said, behind her once more. A fingertip took an unhurried journey down her spine. “Thanks to you, I had to go without my favorite plaything for two weeks.”
His voice was low, gravelly and filled with desire, sending moisture crawling down the inside of her thighs. Her clit pounded and her core clenched. She wanted him so badly, she was certain she would die if he didn’t get in her soon.
The finger went around her right hip, roaming south to her slit. She could feel the heat of him on her back, even though he wasn’t touching her with anything except his hand.
“I was denied entry to prime pussy because you wanted to prove a point,” he went on huskily. He parted her nether lips and rested the pad of his forefinger right on her pulsing clit. “Was it worth it, Cin? Did you achieve what you’d wanted?”
Shit, she couldn’t even recall why she’d made them go through with this. Her mind was fuzzy, especially now that he was leisurely circling the nub between her legs. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, forgetting about everything and focusing on his caresses.
“Answer me,” Brennan demanded, slapping her sensitive clit.
She gasped and fell into him, not sure if she was in pain or not. Anything that felt this good couldn’t hurt at the same time, right? “No, it wasn’t worth it,” she moaned.
Brennan twined his one arm around her waist, pulling her back against his front and keeping her there. His other hand was spreading some of her cream over her stinging clit. “I want you to listen to my words, Cinnia,” he murmured in her ear. “Are you ready?”
For what? Cinnia thought. What the hell was going on in his head? “Yes.”
“Don’t,” he snarled, smacking her pussy.
She bucked against him. “Ah,” she whimpered.
“Ever.” He spanked her again. “Do.” The next blow was harder. “That.”
She mewled at his assault, which was quickly turning into the best lashing she’s ever received. How did he know that she could take this? Heck, that she wanted this?
“Again,” he finished with the last whack. He grasped her sex in his hand, rubbing the palm over her abused clit while his fingertips flitted around her dripping entrance. “Do you get me, lass? Do you understand why putting your pussy in the no-go zone drove me batshit?”
“Yes,” she panted. Her body was primed for release. He was torturing her and she had the feeling he was only warming up. “Yes, I get you.”
The arm around her waist unfurled and his hand clutched the back of her neck. “Good,” he hummed. “Walk.”
She had no idea how she was able to. He kept her against his body, his one hand between her legs while the other one flexed around her neck. Every time she took a step forward, his fingers got so close to slipping into her that she moaned greedily. The front door was unlocked, thank God, and he briefly let go of her to shut it once they were inside.
“I’m going to push you tonight, Cin.” He flicked a light on. “I’m fucking starving for your mouth and your pussy. I can’t control myself, not after fifteen fucking days of not having my cock in you.”
Her pulse was fluttering in her throat and she felt dizzy. “Okay.”
“Don’t turn around,” he instructed. “Go to the living room and bend over the sofa.”
She heard him unbuckle his belt. The sound of his zip being pulled down had her hurrying to do his bidding. The scent of the leather couch filled her nostrils, reminding her of Brennan. Her whole world was Brennan.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
She had no idea what he meant, since she wasn’t able to see him. Her nipples hardened on the cool leather as she waited for… What? What’s he going to do?
“I’m so hard, lass.” His voice was closer now; the tingle at the back of her legs informed her that he was inches away. “But you asked for the belt, so I’ll give it to you.”
That was all the warning she had. With an ominous crack, her ass was on fire. She shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip, loving the burn. She hardly heard the retreat of the leather, whimpering when it connected with her ass for a second time.
“Brennan, please.”
“What do you want?”
“Do it again!”
He complied, hitting her once more. “Can’t wait to massage that,” he murmured. “But first.”
When the tip of his big dick poised at her entrance, she braced herself. Shit, why had she pushed the issue of them seeing how long they could hold out without sex? While it proved that they weren’t together just because of their attraction, sex was a healthy outlet for them, the one thing that made them feel closer than two people could possibly be.
“Here we go.”
He sheathed himself in one move, right to the hilt. Cinnia groaned, so ready to tumble over the edge. “Brennan, hurry!”
“This is gonna be quick,” he warned.
“I don’t care, just—” She broke off as he began thrusting, wrapping her inner muscles around him tightly. She was so afraid tha
t he was going to stop, that he wouldn’t let her cum… But those worries melted away when he gripped her hips and increased his rhythm, plunging deeper every time. “Fuck, yes!”
“Jesus,” Brennan moaned, angling his cock so he was hitting her G-spot. “Now, Cin. Cum.”
Tears of frustration, of pure pleasure, seeped out of her eyes as her orgasm claimed her. She cried out, feeling him empty himself in her. It was such a perfect moment of complete synchronization, proving once again that they were equally hungry for each other.
“Never again.” He bent over her and kissed her shoulder, nibbling on her skin. “Promise me, Cin. Never again.”
“I promise. You can have me whenever you want.”
“Thank fuck.” He helped her up, pulled out and turned her around. He was still dressed, yet she knew she’ll have time to strip him down. He tilted her chin up and kissed her gently. “I want you to suck me off, make me cum with your mouth.” His tongue dueled hers, that tongue ring arousing her all over again. “Later, I want to fuck your ass, too.”
“Whatever you want, babe.”
“I’ve missed you so much.” His hands wrapped around her neck and he smiled when she seemed alarmed. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Get on your back.” He let go of her and pulled his shirt off. “That blowjob will have to wait.”
She went around the couch and laid down, spreading her legs invitingly. Her core was delicate after the beating she’d received, yet it heightened every sensation. She was surprised, once again, at her tolerance of that pleasure/pain threshold.
Her eyes travelled down to his crotch once he was finally naked, amazed by how quickly he could get erect after shooting his load. “You’re so hot, Bren.”
He smirked. “I’m glad you think so.” He got on top of her, resting on his forearms. “You’re stuck with me for life, lass.”
“I’m a lucky girl,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Don’t make me wait again. I’m already thoroughly lubricated, thanks to you.”
Chuckling, he fused his mouth to hers. His teeth nipped at her lips and his tongue delved inside, coiling around hers. He shifted his hips so his cock was hot and heavy against her core. And then, just as she was relaxing from the sensations Romantic Brennan was invoking, his fingers curled around her throat again.
