by York, Marie
I was declared the winner, and searched for Brooklyn in the crowd. I took my eyes off of her for a moment, and now I couldn’t find her. Did me getting hit trigger something in her? Was she having a freak out somewhere? Panic started to rise in me, and I ripped my hand from the ref, and rushed out of the cage.
Mark clasped my shoulder and began his ‘you’re awesome’ bullshit, but I kept walking. Kept searching for Brooklyn. Sal was next, and put his hand up to high five me. Even on a good day, I wouldn’t fucking high five him. I shoved him away, and pushed through the crowd of people, desperately looking for Brooklyn, praying she wasn’t hiding in a corner somewhere reliving that awful night.
“Viper, look who’s here,” Kevin called from behind me, and I whipped around. Beside Kevin was Brooklyn with a smile on her face. I didn’t care that she was the most gorgeous thing in the fucking world, or how amazing her tits looked in that blue t-shirt with the low V-cut.
Relief flooded me, but was quickly replaced by frustration. “Why the fuck are you here?” I demanded as she approached.
Her eyebrows knitted together and her lip curled. “I came to surprise you.”
“I told you not to come,” I growled.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Kevin said, and backed away, holding his hands up.
“I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
“You thought wrong!”
She met me with a gaze that bordered between disappointment and disgust. “You don’t own me. You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do...” Her words faltered, but I knew what she wasn’t saying. She wouldn’t let me control her like Karl did. Didn’t she get that it was for her own good and had nothing to do with my wants or my needs? She had no idea what she was fucking talking about. I would never expect her to submit to me.
“I didn’t…” I lifted my hand, running it through my hair, to try and get my shit together when Brooklyn flinched. It was like a shot to the gut. My hand froze in mid-air, and all I could do was look at it as the realization settled in. “Did you think I was going to hit you?” I clamped my jaw to keep all the newly forming words begging to come out at bay.
Brooklyn closed her eyes, and her red cheeks gave away her embarrassment. I reminded myself that Brooklyn wasn’t like other girls. She might be strong, but there were pieces of her that were still broken. And, even though my first reaction was to keep yelling, I knew it was the wrong choice. She didn’t need me to be an asshole, she needed me to be the man she could lean on.
So, instead of giving her hell, I rested my hand under her chin, and urged her to look at me. “I made a promise to you, and I stand by that. Always. You hear me?”
She nodded, and I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her tight to my chest. “Sorry,” she said against my skin.
“Don’t be sorry. Just remember my promise.”
“Okay.” I pushed her curls back and kissed her forehead. “Now, can you let me go because you’re all sweaty and gross?”
I wiggled my chest against her cheek and she squealed as she pulled away. I let her go and pointed over my shoulder. “I’m going to head to the locker room and grab my shit. I’ll meet you back here.”
“Don’t leave me waiting too long,” she said with a wink, and my dick throbbed at the sexy sight.
I jogged into the locker room, wanting to get back to Brooklyn as quick as possible. I grabbed my shit, talked to Mark and Sal for a few moments, and checked my phone. I had a new message, and slid to open it.
Your girl looks hot in that blue shirt.
-S
I felt my pulse in my hand as it tightened on my phone. My teeth ground against each other, and I slammed my fist into a locker. How the fuck did he know what Brooklyn was wearing? Was he here now?
“What the fuck?” Mark questioned, but I didn’t answer.
I hauled ass out of the locker room and over to where I left Brooklyn. I swore to God if he was here, and anywhere near Brooklyn, I wasn’t going to wait for our day in the cage, I was going to knock him fucking stupid right this damn second.
Of course, she wasn’t where I left her. Why the fuck would she be? Visions of Brooklyn with Seth started popping into my mind and I pushed my fists into my head to try and make them stop.
“Viper, great fight man,” some random smacked me on the back, taking me off guard. I grabbed his hand, and twisted it behind his back. “Holy shit! What the fuck, dude?” The guy screamed out like a bitch, and knocked me out of my trance. I let his hand fall from my grasp, and backed away.
“Sorry.” I was losing my goddamned mind again. But I knew Seth was here. He had to be, and I wasn’t going to let him take me by surprise. There was a tap on my shoulder, and I spun around with my fist in the air, expecting it to be Seth. Fear spread across Brooklyn’s face as she stared at my fist. .
“Don’t!” she exclaimed.
I dropped my arm so fast, cursing myself for letting Seth get to me. “Brooklyn, I’m sorry.”
“I asked you to stay here. Where the fuck were you?”
She held up a bottle of water. “I was thirsty. I went to the concession stand. I’m sorry I didn’t know I had to ask for permission.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“Now I’m stupid?” Regret flashed across her face. ”I thought I’d come here and show you my support, but you obviously don’t want it. I shouldn’t have come. Maybe I am stupid.”
She stormed off, making me feel like a goddamned shark that was just punched in the nose.
Chapter 32
Nixon
I snapped out of my stupor and took off after her. “Dammit Brooklyn!” I yelled as I tried to catch her. I cut in and out of groups of people, ignoring the praises as I passed. I mentally kicked the shit out of myself for being such a fucking idiot. All of this started because of that damn text. Why would Seth even be here? But if he wasn’t, how would he know what Brooklyn was wearing?
I saw her push through the exit doors, and I picked up my pace, chasing after her. She was heading to her car that was parked a few spots over from mine. I finally caught up and grabbed her elbow, bringing her to a stop.
“B,” I said.
She ripped her arm away from me. “Don’t.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, ready to drop to my knees if that’s what it took. “I wasn’t thinking. Don’t leave. I want your support. I promise you I do.”
“I thought you didn’t make promises? Yet you keep throwing them at me as if it means something.”
“Because it does!” I yelled, catching the attention of a few passersby, but Brooklyn didn’t even flinch which surprised me in itself. Was she getting used to my outbursts? I didn’t want her to. I didn’t want to constantly lose my cool, but she was ripping at my heart, and I didn’t know what to do.
“I’m leaving.”
I jumped in front of her, blocking her path to her car. “No, you’re not.”
Fire sparked in her eyes and I could see the strength building. “Go fuck yourself, Nix,” she said with conviction and I was proud of her, but that didn’t mean her words didn’t poke at a lying beast.
“I already have,” I exclaimed. “Don’t really have a choice, since you took up residency in my bed, and won’t let me do more than fucking hold you.”
The sparked turned into a raging inferno. “You told me you didn’t mind. That you liked to have me in your arms.”
I did, and it was true, but my anger wouldn’t let me admit that. “I like steak, too. Doesn’t mean I want to eat it every fucking night.”
She licked her lips, and I could see the hostility growing with each movement she made, but I didn’t see the hand coming at my face. It hit with a loud smack. “I hate you!” she screamed, her eyes stone serious, before she spun away from me.
Jesus fucking Christ could I do anything right?
I grabbed her wrist and whipped her back to me. The fire turned to ice, and, looking into the gray abyss, I was lost. With weeks of craving her and days of sharing a bed
, I hadn’t once caved in to my dick’s desires, but I couldn’t resist a second longer. I crushed my lips to hers, desperate to taste her.
A surprise moan muffled against my mouth then her lips parted, and I touched the tip of my tongue to hers. She was tense at first, rigid in my arms, but as I continued to hold her, and work my tongue, I felt her body relax against me. She pressed completely into my embrace and ran her hands up my neck to my hair.
Her delicious taste, amazing scent, and perfect soft curves had my cock straining hard against my shorts. I ran my hand down her side and grabbed her thigh, lifting it to wrap around me so she could feel how badly I wanted her.
She gasped against my lips and tightened her grip on my hair. She kissed me harder, and I backed her up onto the closest car. “I don’t hate you,” she said, briefly pulling away from my mouth.
I grabbed a handful of her ass and yanked her back to me. “I know,” I mumbled against her lips, not wanting to part from them again. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t imagine waking up and you not being there. I want you there. Always.”
Her tongue plunged into my mouth and she pressed her hips into me. I met her tongue thrust for thrust before she slowly eased away. “I know,” she whispered as she kissed a line down my neck. She trailed her tongue back up, shooting crazy ass chills through my entire body.
I knotted my fingers in her hair, hauling her mouth back to mine. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Take me,” she pleaded.
I placed my forehead on hers and shook my head. “Not here. Not like this.”
Her nails dug into my back and she kissed her way up my neck. “Why not?” she whispered against my ear. “It wouldn’t be the first time you fucked a girl in a parking lot. I saw you, remember?”
“How could I forget? It was the night you stumbled into my life and changed everything.” I ran a finger down her cheek, loving how soft her skin was against mine. “Which is why I won’t fuck you here. You deserve more than some dirty parking lot.”
“I don’t care. Please, Nix. Make me forget everything but you and me.” She kissed me deeply then, pouring everything she had into it. It was frantic and hot as hell. I could feel the desperation in waves, smacking into me with relentless vigor. Her hands slipped under my t-shirt, and roamed up my chest.
I was so fired up, my dick begging me to release it, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t treat Brooklyn like every other whore no matter how badly I wanted her. “Brooklyn…”
Her hands spread wide and ran down my side, resting at the band of my shorts. “Mmm hmm?”
“Stop.”
“Uh uh.” Her fingers began to slide beneath my shorts and I grabbed them.
Almost instantly, she stopped kissing me. She froze just as her eyes locked on mine. “I said not here.”
She ripped her hand from my grip. “Why don’t you just tell me the truth?”
“What truth?” I asked, having no fucking clue what she was talking about.
“The thought of someone catching you with me bothers you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” My mind raced and I felt like I took a knee to the head because nothing was making fucking sense right now.
She looked away from me and down at the ground. “I’m not exactly a supermodel.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That she actually thought that was true. I knew she was broken. This perfect girl with too many cracks, but this particular one didn’t need to be there. She needed to know the truth.
I placed my hands on either side of her face, and peered directly into her eyes, looking past the strong girl façade that she’d learned to put in place and down to the insecure one who Karl damaged.
“What did he say to you?” She didn’t answer me, but she didn’t have to. I could see the years of mental abuse hiding behind her eyes. It was time to rid her of it. Let her see the truth. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Don’t you for a minute think that you embarrass me. You are right about one thing, though…I don’t want people to see you, but not for the reasons you think. It’s more selfish than that. I want you all to myself. Besides, do you remember our first conversation? I told you I’d bring you somewhere fancier than a parking lot and I’m standing by my word.”
Brooklyn smiled and it was so damn beautiful I was questioning my decision. I wanted her so fucking bad. I snaked my hand around her waist and yanked her tight against me.
“Vipe, we heading out?” Kevin asked, as he approached Brooklyn and I.
Dammit. I kissed Brooklyn’s forehead, hating that we were interrupted, but a little relieved that Brooklyn wouldn’t try to persuade me anymore. Even more relieved I didn’t give into her. If Kevin saw a sliver of Brooklyn, I’d have to kill him on principle.
“Change of plans.” I took Brooklyn’s hand in mine and turned to Kevin. “You’re driving Brooklyn’s car back and she’s coming with me.”
“Excuse me?” Brooklyn exclaimed.
“You heard me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I can drive myself home.”
Kevin stood there, his eyes jumping between Brooklyn and I, as we continued to argue.
“I never doubted that.” I leaned in close, grazing my lips against her ear. “But it’s a long, lonely drive home. I can make it fun.” I nipped at her ear, and she took in a ragged breath.
“What did you have in mind?” she breathed.
I traced my finger down her neck and let it fall, grazing her tit. “Only one way to find out.”
She hesitated for only a moment before reaching in her bag and grabbing her keys. With a smile, she tossed them to Kevin, and got into Tanya.
Chapter 33
Nixon
I loved Tanya, but being a manual and having to shift gears, was making it fucking impossible to do all the things I wanted to do to Brooklyn. How many stop lights were on this damn road anyway? I couldn’t wait to get onto the fucking highway. I rested my hand on her thigh in between shifts, and she laced her fingers through mine.
When I went to shift, she didn’t pull away from me, instead holding on and shifting with me. It was the most ridiculous thing, but my cock throbbed in response. Every single touch from her was like lightning striking through me and revving me up.
I didn’t think I’d be able to wait the two and a half hours to get back to my apartment, but I sure as hell was going to try.
“Too bad you weren’t wearing a skirt,” I said, as I ran my finger down her jeans.
“I don’t own any.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame. You’d look amazing in one, not to mention easy access.” I winked.
“Karl always told me I was too fat to wear a skirt,” she said matter-of-factly, and shrugged as if the words didn’t bother her, and maybe they didn’t, but they sure as hell pissed me off.
“Well, he was a fucking douchebag who had no idea what the hell he was talking about.”
A strip mall came into view, so I veered off the road and pulled into a parking spot. Brooklyn looked at me like I was crazy. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to get you a skirt, because if I can’t touch you the way I want to touch you, I may fucking explode.”
I got out of the car, went around to the passenger side, and opened the door. Brooklyn put one leg out, and I gave her my hand to help her up, not that she needed it, but because I needed to touch her.
I quickly picked out some soft flowy skirt that would give me easy access, but made sure it was something she liked. Who knew how long it’d been since she got to wear something because she wanted to. I wasn’t going to make the decision for her.
“I love it,” she said, grabbed something else off the rack and headed into the dressing room. She had paired the skirt with a sexy top that showed off her amazing tits to perfection. Plus, it left her braless. Even better.
“You look so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get you back in the car,” I whispered in her ear as I paid for the outfit
after insisting, she put her wallet away.
I grabbed her by the hand, and dragged her back to Tanya. My dick twitched in my pants, and I just hoped to God I could hold out till I got her home.
I started Tanya up and floored her, anxious to get out to the highway where I didn’t have to shift gears and could focus my attention on Brooklyn and every sweet, sexy curve. I reached over and grabbed her tit, rolling her nipple between my fingers. It pebbled into a hard nub, and I wanted to put my mouth there, but couldn’t do that if I wanted to keep Tanya in one piece. A low moan came from B’s mouth, and my dick immediately hardened. I placed my hand on her thigh, gently stroking and moving towards the place I wanted to be more than anything.
“Open your legs,” I commanded. “I need to touch you.”
“Yes, Please,” she begged as she shifted in the seat, pulled up the skirt, and opened her legs for me.
I reached over and ran a finger over her pussy. “Oh B, you are so fucking wet.” I pushed a finger in, and then added another. “Holy shit, you’re fucking tight. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”
Her hand latched onto my arm, and she slid slightly in the seat, pushing hard against my fingers. “Nix, don’t stop. Please. It feels so good.”
I was having a hard time concentrating on the road. My dick throbbed, and Brooklyn’s pussy felt too damn good. I needed to make her come before I wrecked the car. I continued pumping my finger in and out of her dripping wet pussy as I circled her clit with my thumb.
“Oh, God, I’m so close. Yes, just like that,” she moaned as she thrashed her head against the headrest. I curled my finger up, finding her G spot, and she screamed my name as she came, her body shaking and quivering. I slowly slid out of her pussy, and brought my hand to my mouth, licking her juices off my finger. Damn was she sweet.
Brooklyn breathed heavily for a few seconds before shifting her skirt back into place. “Holy shit that was... I’ve never come like that before. I’ve actually never been…”
“You’ve never been fingered before?” Shock dissipated as a wicked smile spread wide across my face. “Don’t worry, there’s much, much more to come.”
