He stroked her then, withdrawing a bit, pushing in a few inches, backing out another inch or so and then the full-throttled fucking came. “God yeah, you feel so slick, so good.”
Her eyelashes fluttered as she worked her hips up and down, forward and back. “Give me all of you.” She closed her eyes, remembering a night when Kurt had watched her with Brandon. They’d been in the hayloft working for most of the day and afterward Brandon had caught her around the waist before she left the barn. He’d thrown her up against the ATV, stripped off her jeans, and plowed in behind her, taking her ass, claiming her, stamping her with his seed so all his brothers would know. She belonged to him, only him.
Even then, she’d suspected. As she’d watched Kurt towering over them, looking down from the loft, she’d seen the lust, the hardness in his jeans, and the undeniable carnal need in his expression. On that particular day, she’d practically called out his name as Brandon fucked her with unrelenting strokes, wanting his brothers to see her undulating in his arms.
Now she believed in fantasies coming true and foretelling for the future. She would eventually belong to Kurt as much as she had belonged to Brandon.
“Ah yes,” she crooned, loving the memory, longing to hold on to it even now as she clung to the man, sliding up and down his shaft, feeling the stretch and burn of some mighty fine screwing.
He rammed inside her as if he were trying to regain her full attention then. His cock pulsed as he stroked. He found and tapped her overly sensitive G-spot.
She cried out then, climbing the walls, raking her nails over the counters as she tried to pull back but glide forward. She was completely at his mercy. Her ragged breaths fell out in short bursts. She pushed back on him, believing he couldn’t know how close she was, couldn’t know because if he did, surely he’d go ahead and push her over the edge, let her have a taste of that sweet, sweet satisfaction.
“Oh god,” she whimpered. “Kurt! Now. Oh please, finish me now!”
“Just a little longer my sexy woman,” he whispered, twisting his hips as he found her spot once more. “Right there?”
“Oh God, yeah. Mmm. Yes.”
He slammed inside her again, high throttling her until her mouth was open and dry. Her eyes were practically in the back of her head.
“More, give me more. Please….oh yes. Right there.”
He thrust again, still taking one screw at a time. Then, as if the dam broke, he pummeled her with repetitive strokes, pushing high inside her channel and fucking her like a speed demon, slamming into her until she only heard, Bam! Bam! Bam! Slap! Slap! Slap! over and over again.
“Yes!” she screamed out, throwing her head down and bucking against him, giving back as good as she received.
“Hmm, baby. There we go.” He paused and jerked. He was losing it. Even though he was completely still, he was oozing with his release. She could feel the elongated rubber expanding with his load, the heavy weight at the tip of his protection.
She threw herself against him, her body demanding more. Her mind needing that reassurance, that confidence that she’d given him everything he needed.
Coco wanted to make him holler. She needed to hear him screaming her name!
Her cunt clenched again. It was like a mix of fire and ice, gratification and insatiable longing. She wanted to ride out another orgasm. The need overpowered the want by ten-fold.
“Let me come again.” She studied him in the mirror. “Don’t pull out. Fuck me harder and faster. Give me a piece of yourself no one else has ever had.”
An incredible guttural sound erupted from his chest and a very different male rolled to the fore. She’d unleashed the sexual beast, a man she was convinced only she could handle.
He locked his lip under his teeth and threw himself forward, thrusting fast and hard, going in long and deep. He breathed out a sigh of relief as her cunt milked his shaft, vibrating around his pulsing penis until she fell to the counter and he collapsed on her back, his cock still buried high inside her as she whispered his name and he chanted hers as well.
* * * *
At Blazier’s Farm and Stables, no one had seen or heard from Kurt. Brandon was antsy. He’d tried to reach Coco a few times, too. Something was wrong. He could feel it.
“Anyone heard from them yet?” Brandon asked, watching Dante as he pulled off his manure-soaked boots and threw them in plastic.
“Not yet,” Dante muttered, distant.
“If they’re not back soon, I’ll shower and ride out to her place. If they aren’t there, I’ll go over to the Jacksons and see if Brianna knows where she might be.”
“Are you thinking Kurt may be with her?” Mason asked, joining them in the mud room.
Hales smirked as he slung some bridles over a saddle he’d been cleaning. “If Kurt is with her, we won’t see them until this time next week.”
“I’ll let that slide,” Brandon said, walking out. He had just taken a seat at the long picnic table in their massive country kitchen when the back door opened and in walked a freshly fucked pair.
It wasn’t a guess and he didn’t have to ask. Her lightly blushed cheeks and Kurt’s new attitude spoke volumes.
“I guess whatever you guys were doing couldn’t be postponed?” Brandon asked, trying to still his temper. “Ever thought about someone other than yourselves?”
Coco stared at him blankly. They locked in this indescribable exchange and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was it guilt he detected? Satisfaction? Regret, remorse, or was he trying to find something there that didn’t exist at all?
For a thoughtful moment, he wondered what pushing Coco away might have cost him. Didn’t she realize he’d tried to keep her at bay in order to save her? Hadn’t she known how much he cared for her?
Briefly saddened by the strained distance between them, Brandon decided to own his mistakes. There wasn’t anything he could do to change the past and considering she was still alive, he had to believe his decision to send her away had been appropriate.
“All things considered, you should’ve called,” Zak said, stomping by them. “We didn’t know if you were alive or dead on the side of the road somewhere.”
“He’s right,” Dante said. “Even if you were fucking—and I’m betting you were—you can always pause long enough to say ‘Yeah, I’m all right.’”
“I agree with Dante.” Hales grinned. “Fuck, Kurt, for you it would’ve only taken maybe one stroke or two to type all that out and send it as a group message.”
Brandon listened to the jabs. He’d known this day was coming. He’d even discussed it with his mother a few days before her death. He’d given her his viewpoints, his thoughts about sharing Coco with two of his siblings, the brothers who had already made a point to tell him what they were feeling, how they desired the woman who had been more of a friend to him than a lover, at least in recent months.
“We’re here now,” Kurt said, noncommittal. He grabbed a bottled beer from the fridge before he sat on the table like a heathen rather than claiming a spot on the bench where his ass belonged.
“Well?” Brandon was a man of few words for a reason. The less he said, the more he could learn, particularly from this crew. “I’m assuming you have something to tell me.” His gaze worked between Kurt and Coco. “I tried to reach both of you. Neither one of you answered so one can only assume—”
“I fucked her,” Kurt said, twisting off the bottle top and staring Brandon in the eye when he said it. “And if I have my way, it’ll happen again and again.”
Coco gulped.
Hales slapped Coco on the back. “Hang in there, sweets. It’s about to get real interesting here on the homefront. You of all people should’ve known Kurt wasn’t about to keep those bragging rights to himself.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” she asked, her eyes misty.
“No, but now that Hales mentioned it, I have them. They’re mine to remember and enjoy. I’m not ashamed,” Kurt said, taking a drink of his beer and givi
ng her a knowing look that chilled Brandon to the bone.
It was one of knowledge, one of recognition. Like Brandon, Kurt knew her smell, her taste, the way her pussy clenched around his cock, the way her body moved when she fucked. He’d seen those pretty diamond-shaped nipples, the hardened sight of them enough to make a man’s mouth wet, his dick so goddamn hard.
As if it had been planned, the other Blazier brothers took their seats in order of age—Zak, Liam, Dallas, Dante, Hales, and Mason. Brandon was the oldest now and Kurt was right behind him.
Regardless of age or birthright, Brandon had always gone first even though Nate had been the oldest and had stood out as the family’s business representative. Brandon had been first in all other things—first in his class in high school and college, always taking first prize at the horse shows and in 4-H competitions. He was his mother’s favorite son, and the list went on and on. Given the hands life had dealt him, it would only seem natural that he had enjoyed Coco first, too.
He had been her first lover as a matter of fact, and because of that very reason he hadn’t looked much further than Coco. Once he had her, he kept her. His mother often accused him of staying with her for purely selfish reasons and privately he’d always feared he wouldn’t be able to give her what she wanted, needed, or deserved.
There was a part of him that was as much a mobster as the men who wanted her family to pay for her father’s sins or the men whom he chose to call his business partners when in fact they were nothing more than street thugs. He had been active in the business, first by duty and then by choice. While Nate had handled transportation, manufacturing, and storage, Brandon had taken care of customer relations and collections.
Then in a blink of an eye, everything changed. His brothers and mother had been killed in cold blood because of their business and it was the first real sign he’d acknowledged.
Brandon was a criminal. Outsiders would consider him a bad man. And what if Coco one day looked at him and asked the difficult questions, asked him what he was willing to do for his family, what he was also willing to do to make a dollar?
The answer to both questions terrified him. He had reached a point in life where he was his mother’s son and there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for either. He would protect his family at any cost and would safeguard their income-producing avenues with the same aggression.
He shook off the terrible thought, outraged by what he’d allowed himself to become. The thugs he called out as such weren’t all that different from himself. The only difference between him and them—well, come to think of it, there wasn’t much.
“So what do you have to say about that, Coco?” Dallas asked, forcing Brandon to rejoin a conversation which hadn’t slowed since Hales ribbed Kurt. “Man says he has boasting rights.”
“I can’t wait to hear this,” Hales said, crossing his arms.
“Me either.” Poor Liam looked like he was in mourning all over again. He was the great romantic and they often teased him about his ideas for love and marriage. He probably thought their hand-holding at the funeral signified a deeper commitment between himself and Coco. Perhaps he had thought he’d be the next man holding her in his arms, loving her in his bed.
Zak, Dante, and Mason remained quiet, probably halfway expecting to break up a forthcoming brawl. In fact, Brandon had known this day was coming. Still, he found himself with questions, several he hadn’t expected. Had he known this day was coming and dreaded it or had he known he’d soon use Coco’s infidelity for a clean break, a break she deserved, one that could possibly save her life in the future? Had he fully considered the consequences, her actions and his forthcoming reaction?
“Come here, Coco.” Brandon motioned for her and she immediately went to him. As she often did, she sat at his feet with her head bowed. The family had grown accustomed to it and they’d never asked a lot of questions.
Today, however, things were much different. Zak watched Kurt as if he anticipated his outright objection. Dante and Dallas left the room.
Brandon studied the brother responsible here, noticing how he winced. His face twisted into an awful expression, one full of pain as much as confusion. After taking a moment, he grated out, “Coco, get up off the damned floor.”
“Stay,” Brandon said, glaring at Kurt. “You want her. I get that. But there’s something you don’t understand.” He looked around at the brothers still present there. “None of you do.”
“Then why don’t you explain it to us because Kurt isn’t the only one disturbed by this,” Mason said. “We all know what has happened between Coco and Kurt. Of course we would. We know both of them well. What I don’t get is why you are determined to do this now!”
When Brandon didn’t say anything, Mason stormed out of the kitchen, too.
Zak, who was not only a Dom himself but had also served as witness to the contract he and Coco had in place, watched him thoughtfully before he asked, “Are you sure you want to do this now?” They’d buried their mother and brothers, but considering they’d all discussed bringing Coco “home” just the evening before, they might as well handle a few matters of personal business.
“Yes, now works,” Brandon said with finality in his voice.
“Kurt?” Zak turned to Kurt. “You started this, but you don’t have to witness what comes next.”
“Oh, but I think I do,” Kurt said, his eyes aglow with seething anger.
Unaware of the lifestyle, and Brandon’s contract with Coco, Kurt couldn’t begin to understand where this conversation and moment would soon lead. Still, Brandon had given it enough thought. This was more than just betrayal on Coco’s part, it was opportunity, too. Her infidelity with Kurt could be Brandon’s only chance to sever ties, the kind of ties that could eventually lead back to him and cost Coco her life.
This was a good time. It was monumental and later she would see that.
“All right.” Brandon placed his hand on Coco’s head, stroking her hair. She’d always loved that and while others in the club scene often said some of the subs considered it degrading when their Masters petted them, he knew for a fact Coco enjoyed it because they discussed everything. In fact, he’d bet a two-month shipment on the fact he could work her into a heavy heat if he kept this up for a few minutes.
Instead, he turned to his family. “No interference from you? Deal?”
Zak and Hales agreed, but Liam and Kurt were reluctant.
“Do we have a deal or not?” Brandon waited for Liam and Kurt to respond.
“Yes,” Liam said.
“Yeah, okay,” Kurt said, his upper cheek flinching.
“Coco, go get your collar.” She rose to her feet, went to the utility room and came back with her collar, a nice and thick black leather choker with a link chain thread through the center.
He’d asked her to take it off as a show of respect for his mother’s graveside service. His mom had always hated the collar because unlike most women and men in their community, she’d known what it signified, what it meant and she’d adamantly and vocally opposed Domination and submission.
“Hand it to me, sub,” Brandon demanded.
She passed him the collar. It was a striking piece. The links were platinum and the quality leather had been chosen by an area blacksmith who traded in leathers for handmade saddles.
Brandon took the collar, stood behind her and whispered at her ear, “Lift up your hair for me.”
Coco shivered as soon as he touched her and he couldn’t resist placing a kiss on her nape, a kiss she’d likely remember, one he was certain he would later recall as well. She clutched her long, black hair in a ponytail fashion, holding the strands high away from her neck.
Brandon snapped the collar in place, reached around her throat and straightened up the links. “There we go. Perfect.” He watched Kurt then. What came next would test a brother, would challenge and try Kurt’s will. Still, Brandon expected Kurt to honor his word unless Coco’s limits were pushed and he didn’t plan to push those
limits. He did, however, intend to punish her.
“Why don’t you tell me what you did after you left the graveside service?” Brandon sat on the bench with his legs extended. He didn’t turn to face the others. Instead, his body was positioned outward. There was a specific reason for that, one destined to drive Kurt and probably Liam a little mad.
Then again, they were the ones who’d started this whole, “We need her now” bullshit.
“I asked you a question.” Brandon unhooked his belt, careful not to make a big show of stripping it from the loops.
“Do you want me to tell you in front of them, Sir?” She probably meant him—Kurt—since she’d been with him so recently.
Kurt winced and Brandon smirked. “You should’ve remembered who she sleeps with, brother.”
“Yes, sub. I want you to tell us what you did from the time you left the graveside service until the moment you walked in this door.” He kept his voice firm, his gaze only on her then.
She cleared her throat. “Sir, I—we—went to my house. I needed to gather my things so I did and um, we fell asleep.”
“You and Kurt?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Was this before or after you fucked him?”
“That’s enough!” Kurt hopped down from the table. “Coco, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do,” she whispered. “Please, sit down. I must tell my Sir everything that has happened.”
“Damn it, Brandon, you’re walking a fine line!” He jabbed his finger at him. “Do you hear me?”
“You agreed to this,” Brandon reminded him. “And I think you’ll like the outcome anyway.”
Zak said, “Take a seat. Wait it out. Brandon wouldn’t hurt her and I wouldn’t stand for it.”
Brandon said, “Continue, sub.”
“We took a nap before. I was thinking about your mother and brothers and a lot of things really and I started crying. Kurt comforted me. It’s been an exhausting month for all of us, and we dozed off, I guess.”
“Okay, so you sleep. Then you wake up. Then what?”
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