by Bella Jewel
“Mykel and I are best friends, nothing more. I can’t believe you’d even throw that option out there.”
She rolls her eyes. “Honey, open your eyes. You’re really flipping blind.”
I purse my lips in defiance and cross my arms. “We’re not discussing this.”
“Well, stay a virgin forever then, because by the time Alarick decides he might like to pull his head in, you’ll be old and crippled.”
I laugh. “Probably true. I just ... I don’t want to just throw it around.”
“Oh, honey, you really need to throw it around. Trust me, it’s amazing. Go and hang out with those men, see what happens. In the end, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to and not a single one of them is going to make you. You gotta know that.”
She’s right.
They wouldn’t.
Do I have it in me to go in there with the thought in my mind that I might like to see what happens, if something should arise?
I don’t know.
“We’re going to the bar with them tonight, let’s just see where it goes...”
“Yeah, okay,” I shrug. “What can it hurt.”
Little do I know, right now, that it can hurt.
Oh, it can hurt a lot.
“HOW’S THE WRIST?” COHEN asks, sliding a beer toward me as I sit at our big round table after going to the bathroom.
“It’s getting there. I’ll be glad to get rid of this cast, though.”
“I can imagine,” he agrees, nodding his head.
“That’ll teach you for climbin’ trees,” Mykel murmurs, staring at me with eyes that maybe I have been blinded to before. Eyes that maybe I haven’t wanted to see.
There is something in them, no doubt about it.
“Yeah,” I say softly, suddenly feeling a whole lot shyer around him than I usually am.
I glance at Alarick who is staring at me with those intense green eyes, like he always does. He never utters a word; his eyes say everything. Tonight, though, I don’t know what they’re saying, all I know is that they’re different than usual. He’s staring at me with a passion that makes me squirm in my seat.
“Let’s dance!” Aviana says, clapping her hands. “I’m so super excited to get out on that floor and boogy!”
“Sounds good to me,” I say, taking a big sip of my drink and standing.
“I’m sure we can find a gorgeous man to slide you around the dance floor. It’s about time we got you one.”
Oh, she’s a pot stirrer. I grin at her, and she winks back before looking at the guys. “Anyone want to join?”
“I will,” Mykel says, standing, his eyes glassy from alcohol.
“Fuck no,” Cohen murmurs. “I don’t fuckin’ dance.”
“There’s some fuckin’ fine ladies out there tonight,” Samson says, standing. “I’m in.”
“Fuck yeah, brother,” Kendric nods in approval before standing.
We all walk out onto the packed dance floor, and when a super awesome, sexy song comes on, I start moving my body. My head is swimming a little from the alcohol, but it only fuels my need to keep dancing, to keep moving, to keep enjoying the moment. I raise my hands above my head, close my eyes, and just move my body to the music. Laughter and happy sounds fill my ears and I smile.
I sway my hips, seductively moving my body to the beat.
A set body comes up behind me and I open my eyes, turning to see Mykel. I grin at him and keep moving. He steps a little closer, and we start moving together. For a moment, I consider pulling back, but it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels nice to have a gorgeous man paying attention to me. Especially a man I trust. So, I smile at him and let him keep moving with me.
Before I know it, his hands are on my hips and we’re swaying together. I catch sight of Aviana to my left and she gives me the biggest grin, followed by a nod, before continuing on dancing. I look back at Mykel and smile up at him. He’s gorgeous, there is no denying how utterly perfect this man is, and how easily he could have any woman in this room. Yet here he is, staring at me in a way I wish others would stare at me, making me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s seen.
It’s a feeling I’ve long craved.
My hands slide up around Mykel’s neck and then we’re swaying together in a way that is probably a little too sexual, and yet it feels really really nice. Our bodies move together, mine is crushed against his, and I can feel every hard inch of him as his hands find my hips and he moves us both to the beat.
I meet his eyes, my heart quickens a touch, and then he leans down and kisses me. It’s a bold move, I know this, but I’m pretty impressed by it. His mouth closes over mine and he kisses me with tenderness, and yet a ferocity that makes my body thrum with happiness. I deepen the kiss, our tongues dancing together. Outside of Flick, I haven’t had such a nice kiss before.
Of course, my heart isn’t quite in it the way it was with Flick, but this kiss is nice, all the same.
Suddenly, as quickly as the kiss started, Mykel is being hauled off me and tossed across the dance floor as if he was never there. I’m dazed for a moment, and then I see Flick storming over to where Mykel has landed on the ground. People move out of the way for the huge man storming through. He reaches down, grabs Mykel by the shirt, and throws a fist into his face.
My mouth drops open, and I rush forward just as he’s about to hit him again.
“Stop!” I scream, grabbing Alarick’s shirt and pulling him backward. “What is wrong with you?”
“You ever fuckin’ touch her again, I’ll end you,” Alarick growls to Mykel, who is now bleeding from the mouth. “She’s fuckin’ mine.”
Mykel glares at the panting Alarick and shoves him backward so he’s no longer hanging onto him. “Go fuck yourself, Alarick. You don’t want her, but you don’t want anyone else to have her. She’s not fuckin’ yours until you claim her, and we all know you’re too fuckin’ pussy to do that. Man up, or someone else will.”
Then he turns and storms through the crowd. I call out his name, but he doesn’t look back. With an angry glare, I turn on Flick and snap, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He doesn’t say a word, he just stares at me with rage in his eyes before turning and walking toward the front door of the bar. Oh, hell no, he’s not going to leave after that performance.
I follow him out the door, angry and so utterly disappointed.
When we’re on the street, he turns and walks toward his truck which is parked on the curb. He unlocks it and climbs inside. I pick up the pace, swinging the passenger door open before he can drive off. I slide inside and he turns, shocked, angry, and snarls, “What the fuck are you doin’?”
“You didn’t think you could put on a show like that and just leave, did you? Not until you tell me what the hell that was about.”
“Get out of my fuckin’ car, Briella.”
“No,” I say, leaning back in the chair and crossing my arms. “No, I won’t.”
“Fuckin’ fine, do whatever the fuck you want.”
He puts the truck in drive and starts heading in the direction of his place. I don’t stop him, and when we arrive there, he parks the truck and gets out without another word. I do the same, slamming the truck door and following him into the house. When we’re inside, he flicks the lights on and then turns to face me again. “You need to find somewhere else to be; I can’t deal with you bein’ here right now.”
“Why not?” I ask him.
Ignoring me, he walks down the hall toward his bedroom.
“Why not, Flick?” I push, following him.
He says nothing.
“You cause a scene like that, and yet you don’t even have the balls to tell me why the fuck you just did what you did?” I yell at him.
He stops, fists clenched, and then he spins around, his face wild with anger. “Because he does not get to fuckin’ kiss you. He does not get to fuck you. He does not get to look at you the way he was. He does not get those fuckin’ things.”
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“Why?” I scream. “Why?”
“Because you’re fuckin’ mine!” he roars. “You’ve been mine since the moment you walked into my life and you’ll be mine every fuckin’ day I’m on this earth breathin’.”
Fuck this.
I’m done playing.
I lunge at him, throwing my body in his direction and praying he catches me. He does, with a loud thump we crash together and my lips find his. Then I’m kissing him, I’m kissing him with a ferocity I didn’t even know I had in me. I want him, and I’m tired of denying it, he’ll either reject me or let me continue on with this kiss to see where it leads, either way, one of us had to take the plunge.
His hands curl around my waist and then he lifts me onto his hips before backing us into the bedroom.
My heart swells with happiness and anticipation.
Finally.
Oh god, finally.
We move into the bedroom and he falls backward onto the bed, taking me with him. With one swift roll, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, his lips devouring mine, his body making me feel things I never thought possible. I am in heaven, Flick heaven, and it’s the best damned thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Flick,” I murmur when his mouth glides down my neck, nipping and sucking, making everything inside me come alive. “I want you to have me. All of me. Please.”
“Slowly, honey,” he murmurs. “I’m gettin’ there.”
His mouth continues to move down my neck and then he pushes up, locking eyes with me as he slowly begins to undress me. Little by little he removes my clothes, sliding my dress up, unclipping my bra, and then finally gliding my panties down my legs. For a moment, I lie before him completely naked and completely terrified.
What does he think of my body?
I’ve seen the women he’s been with, and I’m no comparison.
I flush and look away.
“Do not fuckin’ look away from me like you’ve got somethin’ to be ashamed of, Briella. Nothin’ about what I’m seein’ is anything’ less than perfection. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of layin’ eyes on, and I’m not goin’ to have you lookin’ away like you doubt that.”
I lock eyes with him again, this time my heart is pounding so hard I’m sure if he looked closely enough, he’d probably see it.
Slowly, he removes his own clothes. I stare in complete awe as his gorgeous body comes into view. His defined chest, his ripped abs, his narrow hips and then ... oh wow. I stare at his cock, never having seen one in the flesh. It’s large, long, and thick. It’s angry and it’s red, and it’s the most bizarre and yet incredible thing I’ve ever seen.
I bite my bottom lip, unable to drag my eyes away from it.
“You like what you see, honey?” he murmurs, reaching down and curling his big fingers around it, stroking it up and down to make it even angrier.
Oh.
My.
Yes.
“I do,” I whisper. “Can I ...”
“You want to touch it?” he growls.
“Yes.”
“Come up here, put your beautiful hands on it.”
I shift until I’m on my knees in front of him. He is on his, too, so we’re facing each other, both completely naked. I reach forward and curl my fingers around the hard length. It’s soft, and super warm. The skin is like silk, and the tip is squishy compared to the hard shaft that has veins poking out as it becomes redder and redder. I move my hand, just a little, and it glides with little to no effort. I flush and look up at him.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Seein’ your beautiful hand on my cock is doin’ big things for me. Keep strokin’ it, and put your hands on my balls.”
His ... balls.
I glance down at them, large but tucked up clearly due to his arousal. I use my other hand and gently place them in. Oh wow, equally as soft, a lot squishier, and weirdly satisfying. I’m in awe of this experience, and I want to feel even more of him. “Can I put my mouth on it?” I ask, looking up at him through hooded lashes.
“Fuck. Yes. Put your mouth on me.”
I lean down and slip my tongue out, gently gliding it over the tip. The skin is so smooth, it’s a really strange sensation. I part my lips and then slide his cock into my mouth, taking him as deep as I can before sliding back up. His growls of pleasure do things to me, and I find myself wanting to hear that sound again and again. So, I keep going. I glide my tongue up and down his shaft while bobbing my head.
His hands tangle in my hair and his growls become deeper, but after a moment, he jerks his hips back so his cock slips from my mouth. I look up at him, and his hand slides from my hair to my face, cupping it as he looks down at me. “I’ll cum you keep doin’ that.”
“Isn’t that what you want?” I ask, confused.
“Baby, fuck yes, but not until I’m deep inside you. I want to cum in your sweet pussy. Not before I make you scream in other ways, though.”
Oh.
Oh, boy.
“Lie down,” he orders, and I do as he asks, lying on my back and watching as he moves his big body over mine.
He covers me, making me feel so small and yet so incredibly safe.
His lips find my nipple and the sensation that shoots through me is incredible. I feel it all the way down to my pussy as he licks and sucks, drawing my nipple deeper into his mouth and then releasing it to scatter kisses across my breast. I whimper as he moves down, dragging kisses over my abdomen and then over my pelvic bone before reaching my pussy.
He kisses the outside lips, making a strange yet incredibly pleasurable pulse begin deep in my core. He trails kisses up and down the outside, making me squirm with desire. I need him to dive in deep, to run his tongue along my clit. God, I need him to make this ache go away.
“Flick,” I moan, squirming on the bed.
He chuckles, low and deep, before trailing kisses across my thighs, up and down, before finally placing his mouth on my pussy. He uses his tongue to delve between my wet lips and there, he finds my aching clit. With a wild moan, I curl my fingers in his hair as he starts to devour me. His tongue twirls, his mouth suckles, and then his finger is gently sliding inside me. Deep into the depths nobody but me has ever been.
I whimper.
He growls.
He eats my pussy until the orgasm I have has me screaming and thrashing. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. I’ve never had such an incredible feeling in all my years. Nothing I’ve ever used on myself has ever come close to this. The way he’s bringing my body to life is out of this world.
Once my orgasm has subsided, he gets up on his knees and looks down at me. “Your body is flushed, nipples hard, pussy pink and wet. You’re fuckin’ ready for me and you’re so god damned beautiful I can’t wait another second. Are you sure this is what you want?”
I nod, probably a little too eagerly, but I know what I need. “Yes,” I whisper.
“You’re not on the pill?”
I shake my head.
“I’ll cover up.”
He moves off the bed, goes to a drawer, and pulls out a condom, and then he rolls it on his cock as he walks toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. Carefully, he positions himself over top of me, his big biceps either side of my head as he cradles me, bringing me as close as he possibly can. It feels amazing, in every way. I feel safe, like nothing can hurt me right now.
“This is goin’ to burn, honey,” he murmurs. “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop. You hear me?”
I nod.
His cock pushes against my opening and immediately I know he’s right, it’s going to hurt, but right now I want nothing more. Pain and all. I reach up and my fingers slide over his smooth skin as he carefully pushes inside me. A wince, a cry, some uncomfortable squirming and a few whimpers follow before he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He pauses, his breathing deep and ragged, mine equally so, and then he growls, “You okay?”
I nod.
He pulls his cock back ou
t, and the sensation is a little like burning. He doesn’t pause, instead he glides it straight back in. I hiss and then cry out as his pace quickens up. The pain is definitely there, but now it’s shadowed by a dull yet heavy feeling deep inside me. Pleasure? I’m not sure, but it’s not awful.
His hips keep moving, his pace never getting too heavy for me. Slowly the pain eases into something a little more like pleasure. I whisper his name and his lips find mine as his hips keep working, his balls slapping against me, his big body covering mine and making me feel so good. I hang onto him, closing my eyes and relishing in this moment, a moment I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
When he orgasms, I’ll forever recall the husky, brutal sound.
When his mouth finds mine, I’ll forever recall the way his lips feel.
When his hips slow down, and his body slumps down, I’ll forever recall how it felt to have him on top of me. So strong.
I’ll never forget this moment.
Not ever.
It was perfect.
12
NOW – BRIELLA
“What do we know about this cop?” Alarick asks as he drags a tattoo needle over Samson’s skin.
I have no idea what piece he’s doing, but it’s big and it’s covering most of Samson’s bicep.
“Not a great deal at this stage,” Cohen says, kicking back and throwing his booted feet up on the table in the waiting area, putting his hands behind his head. “Just heard a few rumors that he’s fuckin’ dirty.”
“Get your boots off my fuckin’ desk, Cohen,” Alarick growls.
Cohen flips him the bird but takes his feet down.
“Obviously, Magnolia had something to do with this cop, I’m going to go and speak to him and see what I can find out,” I say, crossing my legs and leaning forward to get a better look at Samson’s tattoo.
“No, you’re fuckin’ not,” Alarick says, without hesitation. “No way in fuck.”
