Cocked And Loaded (Lucas Brothers Book 4)

by Jordan Marie

  “Maybe. I probably deserve that. I know I’ve been an asshole. But, sweetheart, you’re standing there licking your lips,” he says as he reaches down. His hand wraps around his cock and I watch as he gives himself one long, slow stroke. I choke down the whimper that wants to escape.

  “If I give in, Black, it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

  “It will mean something, Addie.”

  “It doesn’t have to,” I repeat, not sure why I’m holding onto that… Maybe to give him an out… Maybe to give myself one.

  “Take off your shirt,” he orders.

  “You don’t play fair,” I complain, but I lift my shirt over my head and toss it toward him. He catches it easily and throws it on the floor.

  “No bra. I should spank your ass for running around like that,” he says, his voice rumbling so deeply I can almost physically feel it.

  “I’d like to point out I was in my home, relaxing… alone.”

  “Ditch the smart mouth and give me those pants, Addie.”

  “How did I not know you were so bossy?” I mutter.

  “You like it. I can tell by the way your nipples are swollen and hard.”

  “It’s cold in here.” I push my pants down, quickly fighting being embarrassed. Normally I wouldn’t have the nerve to do this, but it helps that he keeps being a sarcastic ass.

  “No panties either…”

  “You like it. I can tell by the way your dick is swollen and hard,” I tell him and throw them so they land on his face. He grabs them, pulls them away from his face and his eyes lock on me as he brings them back to his nose slowly and then inhales.

  “That I do,” he says with a sexy smirk on his face.

  “You’re such an asshole,” I grumble.

  “That mouth of yours needs something to keep it busy…” he says as he walks into the cell with me.

  I tremble… but not from fear… I’m so turned on it’s almost painful and damn it if I’m not licking my lips again.

  Chapter Forty

  Black

  Fuck. To think I almost lost her because I was such an ass who was living in my past—or at least the harsh lessons from it. Everything about Addie is different, even when she’s pissed she makes me want to laugh.

  I’m an idiot.

  But no more.

  “I’m done dragging my dick in the dirt.”

  Addie looks up at me, one eyebrow going up in surprise that somehow is sexy as hell.

  “You’re impressive, Black, but I don’t think that’s possible… unless maybe you were crawling. Come to think of it, I think I’d like to see that.”

  “Maybe another time,” I tell her, laughing—finally feeling my body ease. I didn’t realize I said those words out loud, but whatever. All I can think right now, is that it’s not too late. This is not a mistake. I feel that all the way to the soles of my feet.

  Addie is not a mistake.

  I walk over to her, it’s just a few steps but it’s steps that make me feel like I’m closer to… my future.

  She talks a good game, but I can see the nervousness in her face she’s trying to hide. I can also see the small trace of fear in her eyes. I put that there being stupid, and I have to be the one to erase it.

  I put my hands on her shoulders lightly. She jumps, but her gaze stays trained on me.

  “You’re beautiful,” I tell her, letting my hands slide slowly down her arms until they rest on her sides. My fingers play with the indentation of her ribs. You can’t see them but the tips of my fingers can feel them. She’s delicate, smaller, but she’s trusting me, and that makes me feel even more possessive than I already was. She’s a drug going straight to my head.

  “You don’t have to give me sweet talk, Black. I’m standing naked in a jail cell with you. I’m thinking I’m pretty much a sure thing,” she jokes, those plump lips smiling at herself. I can’t resist touching mine to them—just briefly, if I kiss her like I want, I will get distracted.

  “I think it’s pretty clear what an idiot I am, Addie. It’s not sweet talk, darlin’, it’s the straight-up, God’s honest truth.”

  “Oh… well, in that case,” she smiles, a rose colored blush stealing over her face.

  I let my hands move slowly to her hips, the soft skin there gives under my hold and I groan at the heat between us. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt with a woman, but then, this is Addie and one thing is very clear to me.

  She’s special.

  “So beautiful,” I whisper again, my hands moving up to tease the soft skin on her neck, then out to let her hair slide though my fingers. “So fucking beautiful you haunt my dreams.”

  “Black…” she gasps as I run the pad of my finger against the wet, glossy lips that have my attention.

  “I’ve lived with the memory of you coming with my fingers buried inside of you for what seems like forever now, Princess.”

  “Me too,” she admits her warm breath like a caress on my finger.

  “You don’t understand, Addie, but I can make it clear to you,” I tell her, my finger following an imaginary line down her chin and then under it to follow the gentle slope of her neck. She leans her head backwards, giving me access—so receptive to my wants and needs.

  Perfection.

  “You can?” she breathes.

  “I’ve been remembering it every night while I’m lying in bed,” I confess. I watch a shudder go through her body and I lean in to taste her throat, the salty skin exactly how I remember it. My hand moves to her breast, her nipple so hard it stabs against my palm. “I squeeze my cock and dream it’s your mouth, Princess. Your mouth sliding down my shaft, your mouth making inch by inch of me disappear.”

  “Yes…” she whimpers, her body shuddering. I lean down and suck her nipple in my mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair, trying to hold me to her body. I capture the hard little nub between my teeth and flick it with my tongue, increasing pressure so that there’s more than a little pain—but just enough. “Black,” she cries brokenly.

  “I need your mouth, Addie. I’ve come so many times by my hand while memories of you crying out in climax haunt me. You owe me that sweet little mouth, Princess.”

  “Yes,” she gasps.

  I let go of her breast. And pull the chair from the small table around so it faces her and sit down. I spread my legs apart, allowing room for her body… and wait.

  Maybe I’m a bastard. I should give her sweetness. I should be making love to her at home in a bed with flowers and candles and all of the shit women think of in their minds—but I can’t. Not now. I’ve been waiting too long. I’m going to take her mouth in this jail cell and make her swallow my cock and then while my cock is still wet from her damn mouth I’m going to fuck her hard and raw.

  It won’t be romantic, but it will be real. It will be honest and I’ll make sure it’s exactly what she needs… what we both need.

  “On your knees, Addie. Get on your knees for me and give me that mouth,” I order, unable to hold back the hunger inside of me.

  Chapter Forty-One

  Addie

  “On your knees, Addie. Get on your knees and give me that mouth.”

  My body feels alive with his harshly ordered words. Maybe I’m stupid, maybe I’m a million different other things to give into Black after everything between us.

  I don’t know.

  All I know is that I want him… I want this.

  I close the small distance between us, sliding down on my knees in front of him. He’s beautiful like this. A man in control, holding power, his cock standing at attention, demanding more. My gaze stays on his face, on those expressive blue eyes as I curl my hand around his hardened shaft. He’s so big and thick. My fingers meet, but not easily. I want to feel him inside of me, but I want this even more. As much as Black says he’s been dreaming of it… so have I.

  He’s supposed to be the one in power here, the one demanding and in complete control, but as I flatten my tongue out and press against his balls, letting
my hand carefully stroke his cock slowly… I feel powerful. Especially when his head falls back with a groan that is a mixture of satisfaction and need.

  “Addie,” he growls, as my tongue moves up and I lick my way up his shaft, following a hungry, pulsating vein that’s throbbing in his cock. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses, as our eyes meet. I curl my tongue against the head of his cock and now I groan as some of his pre-cum hits the tip of my tongue and I taste him for the first time.

  Salty… Earthy… Man. My man. I’m determined to mark Black somehow, make it so he can’t ever forget how good we are together. I need that, because I know in my heart I’ll never be able to forget him… but then…. I knew that from the beginning.

  “You taste good,” I whisper and then I suck the head of his cock in my mouth, all while twisting my hand and giving him a half stroke, causing more pre-cum to trickle out.

  “Jesus,” he moans. “Stop toying with me, Addie. Take all of me in that mouth. Make my cock nice and wet so I can fuck you hard,” he orders, his voice so hungry and dark my pussy spasms and I feel wetness against the insides of my thighs.

  I’m getting as hungry as he is.

  I pull his cock closer as I slide my mouth down his cock, sucking him inside. He fills my mouth completely, stretching me to make room for him. There’s no way I’ll be able to suck all of him.

  He’s just too big.

  I use my hand at the base of his cock as a stopping place and I slide his cock in half-way and then slide back off. I do it a few times to get used to his length and girth.

  “That’s it baby,” he growls. “Take my cock,” he says and this time his voice is commanding.

  I can feel his thigh push against my bare breasts, teasing my nipples. I’m so wet and needy that I’m pretty sure one touch from Black could send me over the edge. I started this to make him come, but I’m starting to think I can come just from sucking him off.

  His hand wraps in my hair, pulling it tight and taking control. Maybe I should hate it but I’m trembling with hunger.

  With him in control I take more of him. He hits the back of my throat and I fight to keep my gag reflex in check. A small sound escapes though and Black instantly begins pulling me off of him, knowing I hit my limit.

  I brace myself on his leg with my free hand, letting him use me… and loving every minute of it. He slides me up and down his cock, and I suck him as hard as I can, letting my tongue paint his shaft, drinking in his essence as I go.

  It feels as if he’s getting harder. I don’t know how that’s possible—but it does seem like it. I know he can’t be far off from coming and I want it. I want him to fill my mouth.

  “That’s it. You got my cock so wet, Princess,” he praises and before I realize what he’s doing he lifts me off his cock. I slide back, sitting on the floor, looking up at him in confusion. I bite my lips, desperate for the taste of him again.

  “Why,” I whine, so far gone, and desperate for him.

  He stands up, his cock so wet and hard it looks dangerous. He leans down and picks me up, carrying me to the cot in the room. I lay back on it, horizontally. My feet still on the ground, legs spread apart in invitation.

  “I can’t come in that sweet mouth this time, Addie. I’ve got to get inside you. I’m so fucking tired of waiting. You’re mine and before we’re done here, you’re going to know it.”

  “Please,” I whimper, beyond trying to be cautious. The chance for that ended the minute clothes started flying off.

  “I’m going to make you feel it. Every time you fucking walk, Princess. I want you to miss having me between your legs,” he says, his voice hoarse.

  He pulls my legs up to his hips and drags my body beyond the edge of the cot, so my ass is hanging off of it. My hands flail out to grab hold of the mattress to keep from falling. I don’t need to worry because Black is holding me.

  He’s in complete control.

  I feel his fingers, slide past the swollen lips of my pussy and my eyes close in thanks. If he just hits my clit, I know I will explode. He doesn’t give me that, however. His fingers glide through my wetness, teasing my entrance, instead.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me, Addie. You’re about ready to come just from sucking me off, aren’t you Princess?”

  “I would come,” I huff. “If you’d quit torturing me.”

  He takes his fingers out of my pussy and my eyes open and I whimper, frustrated so much I could scream.

  “Look at me, Addie,” he barks and I do. What I see, nearly steals my breath. He’s holding his fingers up—fingers slick with my juices. His gaze is locked on me as he licks them clean.

  “Black…”

  “Tastes like … mine,” he murmurs… and those words seem to have the power to mark my soul.

  Then, so quickly it makes my head spin, he pulls back and I feel his cock at my entrance. The next second, he’s pushing into me. I cry out as he tunnels inside, stretching me… owning me.

  “Fuck… you’re so tight, even now,” he growls. I buck against him and he brings a hand down and smacks the top of my pussy. I shudder, my pussy clenching against his cock.

  I wrap my legs tight around him, as he moves his hands to my ass, squeezing it and pulling me in deeper. He fucks me hard and I know he’s about to come. I’m right there with him. I just need…

  “Play with your tits, Addie. Pinch those nipples and pull on them. I want to watch you while I fill you with come,” he orders.

  Our gazes lock and I do exactly as he tells me. Our bodies work together, and in this moment it feels like we’ve merged together—so in sync are our movements.

  “Black,” I whisper because this feels bigger… bigger than just sex…

  Bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  “Watch me, Addie. Watch me as I come inside of you, sweetheart. Watch me.”

  I watch the minute his orgasm takes over. I see it all right there on his face and through it all we never break eye contact. And his climax triggers my own.

  We come together and it feels…more.

  More than I could ever describe.

  It feels like… love.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Addie

  “You’re beautiful, Addie. So damn beautiful,” he groans in my ear.

  My heartrate has barely slowed. My breathing is still ragged and my body feels so tired I’m not sure I ever want to move again. Sweat seems to be glistening on Black and me. He’s holding me close, as if I’m something precious and I know in my heart it’s a feeling I could get used to. Although, I’m still a little gun-shy wondering if Black is going to pull away again.

  “You were worth the wait,” I whisper into his chest, kissing his salty skin and closing my eyes wanting this to last a little longer.

  We’re lying on the cot together now. Our bodies exhausted. I can feel his fingers tangle into my hair as he holds me tight.

  “This does change things,” he whispers.

  I don’t really know how to respond. My head is a mess. So I murmur a, “Mmm…”

  “Addie are you on the pill?” he asks and I fight back the urge to yell at him to stop. I want to enjoy this moment with him. I don’t want reality to intrude.

  If it does… I’ll remember all the reasons this was probably a bad idea. I’ll worry over the amount of emotions I feel for this man.

  I’m not ready to face that.

  “I’m protected and clean,” I tell him, trying to be an adult, because it’s too late not to.

  “I am too, Addie, I swear.”

  I nod against his skin. Not wanting to ask any of the questions that bubble up in my mind. I close my eyes wanting to get lost in his touch again.

  “I’ve been an idiot, Princess. But, I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you,” he says and it sounds like those words were hard for him to say. Hearing him does help smooth over some of my fears and the hurt I had inside. Some of it.

  “You did,” I tell him with an honesty that
is almost painful, but after what we just shared I need him to know that I don’t want to play games.

  “But you’re going to give me a second chance,” he says and just like that the sweetness in the moment is broke by him being an arrogant ass.

  “And how can you be so sure?” I grumble, pushing him away and sliding off of the cot, needing some distance because I feel way too vulnerable. I concentrate on the anger he’s arousing. That emotion seems safer around Black.

  “Because of what we just shared,” he says straightening his body and pulling the pillow under his head. He’s staring at me… leering really. Suddenly, I feel entirely too naked.

  “Sex? Lots of people have sex,” I mumble, leaving the cell to find clothes. I start to put on my clothes, but that will take too long and I need to be shielded from him right now. I grab his shirt he threw down earlier, choosing it over the white t-shirt because it’s longer. I button it up, his shirt hits me about mid-thigh and I feel better now that my body is covered.

  “What we just had Addie, was not sex.”

  “It was and pretty good sex too,” I joke.

  “Addie, it wasn’t just sex. I’ve had ‘just sex’ and this was not that.”

  “Black—”

  “Having sex with someone fucked my life up and nearly cost me you. That’s not going to happen anymore. If you can’t tell the difference between what we shared and just sex then I’ll show you.”

  “I—”

  “Come here, Addie.”

  “Black…” I’m turned on, but I’m scared. He’s made a hundred and eighty degree turn and I’m scared to trust it. His face, his voice, his command, they’re all completely serious. I want to trust it…

  If I do will I regret it?

  “Addie, I know you’re scared. I know that’s my fault. I know me going hot and cold has you gun shy, but I need you to believe in me here. I need you to believe in us.”

  “If you’re playing with me Black, I swear I’ll turn you from a stallion to a gelding,” I warn him.