“Yeah, had. Some fuck burned it down. He was pissed off that his custody battle meant she investigated him and found out he was running illegal gambling houses all over L.A. He torched her place and warned her that next time we’d be in it together,” I announce.
Dillon’s jaw visibly clenches, and Benjamin’s eyes widen at my words. There is a moment of silence as the words sink in. My eyes shift from one brother to another as I wait for one of them to lose their shit.
Dillon then growls. “You didn’t think to tell any of us about this shit?” he practically yells.
I love my brother and I understand that he’s military, but he’s not in charge of keeping me safe. I’d rather he keep himself that way.
“I have it handled, Dill. Brooklyn’s living with me, and she won’t be moving out ever if I have my say about it. The police are in the loop and continuing their investigation. Brooklyn even filed with the FBI. We’re good, little brother,” I murmur, clapping him on his shoulder and giving him a squeeze.
Dillon opens his mouth, but it’s Benjamin that speaks first. “You may think you’ve got it handled, little brother, but you don’t drop shit like that on us ever again. We’re your family, and we have the fucking right to know when you’re in danger. Don’t hide shit from us again.”
I’ve never seen Benjamin so angry, at least not as an adult. His face is red and his hands clenched in tight fists. It unnerves me. I agree to never hide anything like this again from him, but only to appease his anger.
I don’t mix my family life with my work life, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to bring either of my brothers into something that is potentially dangerous. They’re not only my family, they’re fathers as well and that’s just not fucking acceptable.
“Let’s get this shit upstairs,” I grumble.
We don’t speak again as we quietly cart everything upstairs to our designated rooms. I can feel their eyes on me as they make their way to their old bedrooms, but I don’t look back. They’re making me feel too fucking guilty.
Stepping into my designated room, I look around with a smirk. My mother has redone all of our old bedrooms since we’ve moved out and made them guest rooms. However, she still puts each of us in our childhood rooms when we come home.
It’s fine with me. We all have our own bathroom, and if I close my eyes, I can still picture all of my shit from when I was a teenager.
Plus, the added benefit is that I share a wall with Dillon. I grin, remembering the way I would sneak girls into my room and he’d hear us fuck.
Tonight, I’m going to torture the fucker. It’s his turn, since I can’t count how many holidays I was stuck listening to him making his bitch of an ex-wife come.
Payback is a motherfucker.
Making my way downstairs to collect Brooklyn, I find her on the couch, my sister and Macie leaning forward and undoubtedly prodding her for information.
Macie looks like she’s swallowed something sour. Luna’s eyes are dancing with delight and I know that none of it can be good.
“Brooklyn,” I murmur, walking up to their little group.
I watch as she turns to me, and her fucking face lights up as if she hasn’t seen me in a week. My cock aches, and so does my chest.
The combination is something I’m used to when it comes to her. I always feel this way when I look at her, I wonder often how in the fuck I became the pansy that I have.
“Time to freshen up. Then you’re shackled to kitchen duty.” I grin, holding out my hand for her.
Brooklyn rises to her feet and walks over to me. Slipping my outstretched hand around her waist, I ignore the curious gaze from my sister and the contemplative one from Macie.
Turning from them, I guide Brooklyn toward the room that we’ll be calling home for the next few days.
Chapter Nine
BROOKLYN
“Take everything off,” Lucas announces as soon as we’re alone in our appointed bedroom.
I whirl around, my eyes wide and my mouth agape slightly. He’s crazy. Like certifiably insane. He must be.
“You’re crazy,” I hiss. “There is no way we’re doing that here in your parents’ house.”
Lucas doesn’t even pretend to take me seriously. He laughs, chuckling practically in my face as he stalks closer toward me. His hands slip up my thighs and curl in the waist of my jean shorts before I can even blink.
“I’m serious,” I attempt to protest, my voice sounding so weak it’s pathetic.
“Kitten, my parents know I’m not a virgin. They don’t expect me to abstain with you sleeping next to me,” he mutters as his lips touch the side of my neck.
Popping the top button of my shorts, he shoves one of his hands down and cups my center above my panties. I try not to move when his palm applies the perfect amount of pressure to my clit, I try and fail.
My hips roll, searching for more as a whimper escapes my lips. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around his shoulder for stability.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I breathe.
He hums, the sound low with nothing more than a rumble escaping his throat.
“Brooklyn, if you think I’m not sinking inside of your cunt for the next few days, you’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
Lucas’ teeth nip at my neck as two of his fingers shift the center of my panties to the side and fill me in one swift move. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulder. He acts completely unaffected by my fingernails digging into his skin.
His teeth continue to nip up and down the side of my neck. “How do you want to come?” he asks.
“Any way you want to make me.”
I sigh, giving up on the fight of not being with him in his parents’ home. What Lucas Black wants, Lucas Black gets, and right now he wants to fuck me in his parents’ guest room with a house full of people.
He grunts. “Good girl. Now, knees on the edge of the bed, bend over and show me that pussy.”
I shiver at his instructions. He removes his hands from me and takes a step back. He doesn’t tell me to strip, but I assume he’d like me naked.
I begin to take my clothes off, my eyes staying on his the entire time. He watches me, and only when I’m completely naked does he speak.
“Turn around, crawl on the bed now, kitten,” he rasps, his voice gentle and almost a croon.
I love when his voice gets like this. It’s as though I can taste the need dripping off of him. It matches my own, in every way.
Walking over to the bed, I climb on, keeping my knees on the edge before I bend over. Placing my arms down, I prop myself on my forearms and elbows.
There’s a rustling noise behind me as I wait for Lucas to presumably undress. I jump when I feel the warmth of his hands on each globe of my ass, spreading me wide.
“Do something for me tonight, kitten?” he asks.
I try not to shake as he examines me, the lighting suddenly feeling way too bright in this room.
“Anything, baby,” I say. I mean it, every fucking ounce of it.
He chuckles low before he speaks again. “You may not feel that way once you know what it is,” he murmurs.
I can feel the wetness between my legs. I’m desperate for him, so needy that it’s starting to drip from my center. I’ll do whatever he wants, as long as he makes me feel good, the only way that I know he can.
“Whatever you want, baby. It’s yours,” I truthfully admit.
Lucas bends over, I feel his chest press against my back as his lips touch my shoulder blade. “You mean that, my beautiful girl, don’t you?”
I nod, unable to speak. Lucas’ weight is suddenly off of me, I hold my breath as I hear him shuffle around behind me a little more.
I have no clue what he’s doing, but something inside of me whispers that no matter what it is, it’s devious and delicious. When he returns, his hands grab ahold of my ass and he spreads my cheeks apart.
“I’m going to fill your ass, kitten. Then I’m going to fuck you. The rest of the evenin
g you’ll keep the plug in, then tonight I’m going to fuck you again. When you wake up tomorrow, I’ll fuck you first thing in the morning.”
Opening my mouth to protest, I let out a squeak when something cold and wet lands on my exposed entrance. Lucas begins to gently rub it in, massaging me, and all words are forgotten as I push back against his ministrations.
I love it when he touches me there. It’s forbidden and it feels like a dirty little secret we have together—a deliciously dirty little secret. I feel something cool slide inside of me, and I know it’s not his finger. It’s hard and smooth.
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh, forcing myself to relax. Clenching my jaw, I attempt to hold back my moan when he pushes the foreign object inside of me. I hear him groan above me, releasing his grip on my ass, before I feel his hot breath against my pussy.
“You have no fucking idea how sexy you are right now. No fucking clue,” he rasps.
Every word he speaks causes his breath to wash over my needy center. I’m wetter than I’ve ever thought possible. I want him deep inside of me, I want all of him to fill me.
“Baby,” I whimper, pushing back, physically begging for more.
Without delay, Lucas’ mouth is against my pussy, and I feel his tongue flick my clit. I wrap my fingers in the duvet and bite the inside of my cheek as I rear back against his face. I’m uncaring of what I look like, or if I’m being greedy or unladylike.
All I can think about is his face against my pussy and his tongue on my clit. I feel like a fucking wild animal. All the while I’m trying to stay quiet so the entire house doesn’t know what he’s doing to me.
I gasp when I feel the plug being twisted inside of me, I unintentionally let out a moan when he gently tugs it. He doesn’t stop playing my clit expertly. He knows what I need, the way that I need it.
Closing my eyes, I allow the intense feeling inside my belly to build. My orgasm is on the brink, almost ready to take over my body, it’s so close that I can practically taste it.
When I come, it is so hard that I find myself trying to crawl away from him across the bed. Lucas quickly stands, his hands wrapping around my waist before he jerks me back where I was. He doesn’t waste even a second, entering me on a quick thrust.
We groan simultaneously.
“Fuck, kitten. I thought your pussy was tight before. Christ,” he curses.
Lifting my upper body, so that I’m almost completely vertical, I reach up behind me. Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I grip the hair at the nape of his neck as one of his hands moves to my breast.
I’m so full, his cock inside of me, the butt plug filling my ass. My eyes close as I feel his strong chest against my back. The hand around my breast squeezes, just as the other slides around my hip and gently touches my clit.
“Move, baby. God, I need you to move,” I beg.
Lucas lifts me slightly, his fingers plucking at my nipple and his mouth against my neck. With his knees on the mattress behind me, he fucks me, using more power than he ever has before.
“It’s too much,” I whisper.
He blows a puff of air, his finger moving against my clit. He doesn’t stop surging inside of me, each thrust sending me closer toward a second climax.
I let my head fall back against his shoulder as I just—feel. Lucas pinches my clit, causing me to turn my head and moan into his skin.
“You need to come. Make that cunt squeeze me, kitten,” he growls.
I lick the side of his neck and he pinches me again before he releases me and starts to slap my clit several times in quick, gentle succession. My thighs shake almost immediately, I know I’m close, so close and it’s going to be bigger than the last.
Opening my mouth, I let out a sob as my climax takes over.
Lucas doesn’t skip a beat. He continues to tap my clit and slam inside of me, drawing out my orgasm until he succumbs to his own with a low, barely audible growl.
We stay exactly where we are. I’m too boneless to move, I assume he’s the same. His hand on my clit starts to gently rub me as the one on my breast does the same.
I gasp at the touch, my body nothing but sensitive nerve endings, as Lucas licks my shoulder and kisses it a few times before he eases himself out of me.
“Wow,” I exhale.
Slipping my feet from the side of the bed, I try to stand on shaky legs. Lucas only hums as he wraps his hand around mine and tugs me toward the bathroom.
Once we’re inside, he walks behind me, placing his palm against my back as he gently slips the plug from between my cheeks.
I find that I instantly miss the intruding device, it made me feel full. Weirdly enough, I felt like he was with me, inside of me, even after he left my center.
I frown.
“I’ll put it back in after we clean up and refresh. No need to pout, kitten,” he chuckles as he places his finger beneath my chin and tips my head back.
I narrow my eyes for a second before I speak. “I wasn’t pouting,” I declare.
Lucas shakes his head and starts the shower, then turns back around to face me. “Brooklyn, it’s okay to like having that in your ass,” he rasps before placing his lips on mine. “You fit me, kitten. In every goddamn way, you fit. I never thought I would find a woman who actually did.”
Lifting my arms, I wrap them around his shoulders and press my naked breasts against his chest. “I like everything about you, Lucas. Even when you’re being kind of an ass, begrudgingly, I like that, too. What we just did, it was amazing. Having that inside of me, it felt like you were there. I think I like that you want me to wear it, because it will feel like you’re always with me,” I admit.
Lucas smirks, his green eyes dancing as they scan my face.
“I hope you still feel that way later tonight,” he grins, taking a step into the warm shower water, tugging me along behind him.
It doesn’t take us long to shower, we’re both tired and sated. Although, just seeing Lucas’ naked body always has me ready for more from him.
We don’t have any more time, we have to get back to his family, even though I want nothing more than to feel my back pressed against this tile and having him inside of me again.
Once we’re clean, he lifts his brow at the vanity, watching me dry off with the towel. My eyes move from his arched brow to his hand and I notice the silver butt plug in his grip. He lifts his chin as I inhale a deep breath.
Walking up to him, he makes his way behind me and I feel his breath against my neck as he kisses me there. Goosebumps break out over my flesh, as his eyes meet mine in the mirror’s reflection in front of me.
“Bend over, kitten,” he gently instructs.
Leaning over, I wrap my hands around the edge of the vanity and keep my gaze connected to him. His green eyes never leave mine. I gasp when I feel the cool metal of the plug gently press against my back entrance.
“Relax.”
Letting my eyes flutter closed, I relax as much as I can. The plug is pushed farther inside and my eyes pop open. Lucas smirks into the mirror as he finishes, then he twists it once it’s completely inside of me.
“My cock is going to be hard as nails all night long just knowing that this is inside of your sweet ass,” he murmurs softly.
I inhale a shaky breath, watching as he takes a step back then turns and heads toward his bag. I follow behind him, my legs shaking with each step that I take. I am not going to be able to make it with this thing inside of me all evening.
I dress as comfortably as possible, tugging on a pair of boyfriend holey jeans that are a soft denim. I pull on one of my oversized V-neck t-shirts and tuck the front into the waist of my jeans.
Deciding to throw my hair up in a messy bun, I glance over at Lucas, who is watching me. He’s dressed in light-washed jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt, his feet bare.
I’m a little nervous about all that kitchen duty entails, but Lucas assures me that everything will be okay. I can cook a little but if his mom wants me to make anyth
ing remotely complicated, I’ll be fucked.
“Ready?” he asks. I nod, taking a few steps toward him before I stop. My eyes meet his and he frowns over at me. “What?”
My eyes widen and I suck in a breath. “I’m going to be horny all night, aren’t I?”
Lucas’ face breaks out into a huge, shit-eating grin. It’s so beautiful on him that I almost forget to be irritated for what he knew he was doing all along.
I’ve never worn one of these things before, and right now my entire body is on edge and I’ve only been wearing it for a few moments.
“Oh, yeah. But I’ll take care of you, kitten.” He steps toward me, cradling my cheek in his palm. His green gaze connects with mine, all humor leaving his face. “I’ll always take care of you, my beautiful girl.”
His lips brush mine and he releases his hold on my face before wrapping his hand around my own and tugging me out of the room. I let out a groan after a few steps, then I whimper. I can feel my once completely sated body beginning to heat with need once again.
Fuck.
This is going to be a long night.
LUCAS
My brother Dillon gives me the look of death as we walk into the dining room where my mother has a stack of pizzas set up in the center of the table.
I grin at him giving him a wink, knowing damn sure he heard me fucking Brooklyn just a little while ago, I would be surprised if the entire house didn’t hear her come.
He flips me off and turns to talk to his daughter, Kayleigh.
“Knuckle Lucas,” Forrest, Benjamin’s six-year-old son, calls as he tugs on my shirt.
Looking down at him, I smile. “Yeah, kiddo, what’s up?”
“You play SkipBo wit me?” he asks.
Fuck, last year I played hours of that fucking game with both him and Kayleigh. At one point, I had to drink just to be able to handle it anymore. I don’t want to play. It was enough to last me for the rest of my life.
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