Brotherhood of District 23 Complete Series

by Amy Briggs

  “Sounds amazing. Is there anything I can do to help? I feel kind of bad just watching you cook for me.” He handed me my drink, and I took a huge sip of it, letting the warmth from the vodka begin to dull my inhibitions about the evening before it even kicked in.

  “Nope, just hang out there and tell me how you got into collecting guns, and I’ll get this show on the road. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” I got the pans I needed out and started chopping veggies, while the shrimp thawed out.

  He took a long sigh, which made me look up. He seemed lost in thought. “Well,” he said staring off into the living room, “I think it really was just that I wanted to protect people. My mom mostly?” He said it like a question, then turned his eyes back toward me.

  “What do you mean?” I felt almost concerned for him, for whatever story he was about to tell me.

  “I think because my mom was a single mom, my brother and I were always sort of protecting her. When we got our first guns as young men, Jo’s dad Jack used to take us out shooting and spent a lot of time going over safety; how to use them, when it was okay to use them. One time, he talked to us about what to do if anyone ever showed up at our house uninvited. It really stuck with me.”

  “So Jack taught you what to do if an intruder came into your house?” I was kind of surprised.

  “Yea, he took Brian and me out to the range one time, without Jo, which was unusual. He said she was doing something else. I can’t even remember what now; it was so long ago. He seemed concerned, and he wanted Brian and me to listen seriously to what he was saying. He never explained why, but I always felt like he was implying we needed to be on the lookout or something, and that we needed to be looking after our mom. As it turns out, Jack and my mother had a longstanding relationship none of us knew about, which might explain why he wanted to give special attention to us in that regard.”

  “Wow, no way. Jack and your mom? Does everyone know now?” I was shocked and felt my mouth gape open.

  “Well, Brian and Jo are the ones who told me, and then I talked to my mom about it. I think it’s cool. I feel bad he’s gone, because apparently, they were quite close.”

  “That’s really interesting.” I honestly didn’t know what else to say.

  “Yea, so anyway, after that day with Jack at the range, I just kind of developed a fascination with guns. I took a few classes on combat shooting, gun safety, things like that, and started to become a collector. A historian of sorts.” He grinned and went back to drinking his beer. “It smells amazing in here. Are you sure I can’t do anything to help?”

  Dinner was well underway at that point, and I was just enjoying hearing about his family and learning something new.

  “Nope. Just hang out. Relax. Dinner is actually almost done. I picked a pretty easy dish to make if I’m being totally honest. Are you ready for another beer?”

  “Are you trying to get me drunk, Detective?” He raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

  “I’m quite sure you can handle more than a couple of beers, Cavanaugh,” I retorted while grabbing him one out of the fridge and then immediately finishing my drink.

  “Well, I’ll make you another drink and set the table or something. How’s that sound?”

  “That sounds wonderful, actually.” He had already gotten up and walked up next to me. Our hands touched as I handed him my glass, sending a chill up the back of my neck and causing me to look up at him. He was almost a foot taller than I was, and at that moment, all I wanted was to feel him pressed up against me again.

  Quickly moving, taking the glass from me and taking a step back toward the fridge to get ice, he asked, “You don’t really want the tonic, do you? You strike me as a vodka on the rocks kind of woman to be honest.”

  I laughed, tossing my head back while stirring vegetables in the saucepan. “You’re absolutely right, Cavanaugh. But I do like the lime in it. How did you guess?”

  “Not a guess at all. Detectives aren’t the only ones who observe. I can size up a scene too, I’ll have you know.” He glanced sideways at me and carried on making my drink and going through my cabinets looking for dishes. “How do you reach anything in here, Isabel? And while I’m at it, how do you find anything? Seriously, it’s so disorganized. Everything most people use on a regular basis is like two feet further away than I believe you can reach without climbing the counters. My OCD is in overdrive over this.” He was right. My dishes were not where anyone would ever put them if they ever planned to use them. My dad didn’t ever pull dishes out for anything in his own home, so it was no surprise to me after I moved in to find things in terrifically non-useful places.

  “I keep meaning to rearrange it all. When I moved in, my dad put all that stuff away, and every time I go to get something, I make a note to rearrange it all, but seriously, who wants to spend their free time rearranging their kitchen cabinets?” I shook my head at the thought of spending a day doing something so frighteningly boring.

  “I’m going to have to fix this at some point. It’s maddening.” He rolled his eyes and handed me my cocktail. Taking the plates and other dishes and silverware he found, he set the table, almost formally. It was amusing to me, considering I was just whipping up shrimp and rice and nothing much else, due to my lack of grocery shopping, which was pretty common. When I was working on a case, I could get totally consumed by that and not shop for weeks sometimes.

  Since we had been shooting all day and never had lunch, I could feel the vodka doing its job, warming my insides, loosening me up a bit. I was always a little high strung, I suppose; I think it came with the job. However, a couple of cocktails always helped me relax, and since I hadn’t had a man in this condo in quite some time, I certainly needed it. I was thoroughly enjoying our banter, and truth be told, I loved cooking for someone other than myself, especially a man. I thought feeding someone was sexy, and at this point, everything about Matt felt sexy. The more I watched him move about my house looking at things and observing, the more I wanted to climb all over him. A carnal need was smoldering in my core, and I was working in overdrive to keep it at bay, which wasn’t working at all.

  “Ok, dinner’s ready.” I brought the pot I had mixed everything in over to the table and set it in the middle. “Can I get you another drink with dinner?” I asked before sitting down.

  “I think you’re trying to get me drunk, Isabel,” he smirked at me, those green eyes twinkling. I returned his expression with a sly smile and a shrug. “I’ll have what you’re having this time, actually.” His tone was almost challenging. We both had to work tomorrow, so while I wasn’t sure where this was going, the teasing was getting me excited, and I began to consider my options.

  As we ate, Matt told me more about Brian and Jo’s relationship, and how Brian wanted to propose. He expressed his concern about it, which seemed legitimate to me, as I’ve never felt that way about anyone and couldn’t imagine sleeping with the same person forever if I was being honest. But, to each their own, I supposed. I felt myself getting quieter as dinner started to conclude. I wasn’t sure what to say to get him to my bedroom the way I wanted him, and the growing need to climb all over him was overwhelming my thoughts as I watched him get more comfortable in my space

  “So, Isabel, let’s talk about last night.” He leaned forward across the table and addressed me questioningly and seriously with his eyes, looking directly into mine.

  “Ah, I was wondering when this would come up, Cavanaugh. What part of the evening would you like to discuss exactly?” The need to make my move was looming in the air, washing over me like a heavy fog. I stood up to get our dishes and put them in the sink to break the tension I was feeling, and to create the illusion it didn’t exist at all.

  “I’d like to discuss why you left me hanging in the alley when you quite clearly wanted exactly what I was offering.” He stated it so matter-of-factly I was taken a bit off guard, tilting my head like a puppy at him from the kitchen sink just a few feet away.

  “W
hat was it that you were offering, just so we’re clear?” I shifted my weight, putting a hand on my hip, realizing my move was coming.

  He got up and walked toward me, his voice getting low and his stature growing as he approached, taking over my personal space. “I like you, Isabel.” He waited for my reply.

  “Well, I want you to fuck me like you don’t.”

  In all of my life, I’d never been speechless. Not once, not ever. Until that moment. I knew my jaw dropped, and the rest of that moment happened in a blur. I lunged at her, grabbing her face and crushing my lips against hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth, exploring hers roughly. As she pressed herself against me, I felt her grip my lower back, roughly pulling me into her, sending chills down my spine and igniting my need for her even more. I had restrained myself the entire day, and she was letting me have what I’d been craving since yesterday. I grabbed her tiny frame, lifting her up onto the kitchen island so she was eye level with me. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in close. As my cock rubbed against her center, I roughly grabbed her head, moving it to the side so I could lick and bite that delicious, long neck of hers. Her soft moan sent me into overdrive as my hands groped every inch of her over her clothes.

  I stopped for a moment to regain my composure and process what she had said. I want you to fuck me like you don’t. We were both breathing heavily, and I watched her chest rise and fall as we both anticipated our next move. As fucking hot as what she’d said was, I wanted to be sure that’s what she really wanted, and then I wouldn’t be stopping my assault on her sexy body. Resting my forehead against hers, I placed my hands at the base of her neck beneath her long, brown hair.

  “I will give you exactly what you want, Isabel. Are you sure that’s what you really want? Once this starts, please don’t make me stop.” I sucked in my breath, hoping she’d drop something filthy from that beautiful mouth of hers.

  Still connected to me, the corners of her mouth upturned into a grin, she leaned to the side and forward to whisper in my ear. “I want you to fuck me tonight, Matt. I want you to shove your rock hard cock inside me and fuck me like we were in the alley last night. I want you to own me like property tonight.” Her lips grazed my neck as she finished her sentence, making my cock strain against my jeans. Fuck me sideways, I’d never had a woman say anything so fucking filthy and amazing to me in my entire life. I didn’t think I could be gentle with her at that point even if I wanted to, which I most certainly did not.

  “Where is your bedroom?” I demanded, barely able to speak I was so fucking turned on.

  “Upstairs,” she whispered. I grabbed her off the counter and bit her neck gently as she landed on her feet in front of me.

  “Take me there. Now.” I seriously couldn’t form full sentences, and I definitely sounded like a fucking caveman commanding orders. She obviously didn’t give a fuck. I followed behind her and slapped her ass as we made it halfway up the stairs, causing her to let out a little whimper, igniting the fire in me. When we got to her room, she turned to face me, waiting for me to make a move, and it was then that I decided to go full alpha caveman on her. If she wanted me to claim her, I was going to. I roughly pulled her to me by the waist of her jeans and began to undo them, staring into her eyes. I couldn’t decide if she looked lost or excited, but I continued taking control of the situation and planned to continue doing so unless she stopped me, which she didn’t.

  “Take your clothes off.” I took a small step backwards so I could watch her undress as I adjusted my aching cock. She slowly finished sliding her jeans down her beautiful, tanned legs, kicking them off. I started to salivate as she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her black lace bra and matching panties. Her body was incredible; she was built like an elite athlete, and I wanted to devour her. She looked up at me in a demure and pouting way, waiting for approval, which she had from the moment she let the words fuck me escape those full, pink lips of hers.

  I had always been a man who liked to take charge in the bedroom, but I’d never been with a woman who let me command her this way, and I was taken aback by her overt sexuality and desire to be dominated by me. It was a turn-on in ways I couldn’t comprehend. She wasn’t like women who were easy; she knew what to say to me to turn me into the beast I was about to become.

  “Do you want me to tell you what to do, Isabel?” I hoarsely whispered with one hand in my front pocket, while the other one was tugging at the waistband of my own jeans. I was thirsty for a taste of her sweet pussy, but I was going to savor this moment as long as I could. She nodded, giving me innocent doe eyes that screamed she wasn’t innocent in the least. I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, watching her eyes get round as she looked me over. I couldn’t stop staring at her full breasts heaving over the top of her lacy bra. I didn’t want to spend another minute not touching her.

  “Get over here and put your lips on me, Isabel.” I loved saying her name. She sprung toward me quickly, but then touched me so gently, it was almost burning my skin. She swept her lips across my chest, leaving small kisses in her wake as she gently stroked my abs, causing me to shudder. She looked up at me, and I commanded, “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.” It was then that she gave me the wicked smile that would engrain itself into my brain forever, setting me completely on fire. She started to undo my jeans while licking and nipping at my torso, causing my brain to fog and give in to the sensations she caused in me. I ran my hands through her soft hair, taking handfuls of it and guiding her lower. She undid my jeans, providing relief to my cock that desperately ached to be inside her, and when she touched it ever so gently, I almost stopped her and tossed her onto the bed.

  “Isabel!” I demanded, and she stopped in her tracks, looking up at me again, confused. “I want your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, but I need to know what you want…” I couldn’t just demand things of her without checking in again. It wasn’t my nature, and even though she was doing things to me that were making me see stars, I had to know it was what she wanted. I had to know I wasn’t pushing the limits with her, even though I already knew she’d stop me.

  She slinked her sexy body upright, barely touching mine, but just enough all the way up to drive me wild, and said, “Matt, I want to do what pleases you. I want you to dominate me tonight. You have my permission. No more questions. You have my permission to take me. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” I finally understood what she needed, what she wanted. I grabbed her wrists that were still stroking my sides gently and pulled her toward the king size bed that was in the middle of a giant room I had barely managed to take in. As I sat on the edge of it, I pulled her on top of me until she was straddling me. I let her hands go, and she reached up to touch my face. Then she began kissing my neck, which was my fucking sweet spot, diminishing my control completely.

  I tossed her off of me and yanked my jeans down, kicking them off and across the room. She watched me look at her like a hungry animal, and I crawled up on the bed. She knew what I wanted her to do. I didn’t even have to command it. I sat back on my knees and watched as her hungry mouth approach me, and when she licked her lips, we both knew what was coming. Using both hands to pull down the waistband of my boxer briefs, she unleashed my cock, which sprang to life in front of her. She looked like she couldn’t wait to devour it, and I couldn’t wait to watch those pouty lips take it in before I fucked her, which I was definitely going to do.

  I unleashed his giant fucking cock, and my mouth watered, wanting to take it all. I licked my lips and then crawled closer, taking his beautiful dick immediately in my mouth. I could taste the salty pre-cum, and all it did was ignite my libido more. As Matt grabbed a handful of my hair and muttered the words, “Fuck, Isabel, that’s so fucking good,” my pride swelled because I loved turning him on. I hoped he would dominate me tonight the way I desired. He seemed like such a nice guy, but I believed he had an animal in him waiting to get unleashed by me.

>   On my knees in front of him, taking his monster cock down my throat, I massaged his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other. As his grip on my hair got tighter, I felt the wetness between my legs increase, and my sex pulsed, wanting him to fuck me so badly. The rougher he grabbed me, the more I wanted him, the more I wanted to please him. He moaned while I continued to suck on him, savoring every taste of him. I was turned on in ways I hadn’t felt in as long as I could remember.

  “Do you like the taste of my cock, Isabel?” he murmured. I looked up at him, not slowing down, and nodded my head, humming, “Mmhmmm,” while he watched me take him in and out of my mouth. “Do you want me to put that cock inside that sweet pussy of yours?”

  “Mmhmm,” I affirmed again, continuing to devour him. I wanted to make him come. I loved making a man come. Being the cause of someone unleashing their inhibitions, letting it all go, was a thrill to me. I wanted to please him, and I hoped he would fuck me how I wanted to be fucked.

  “Oh fuck, Isabel. I’m so close!” He started to pull away, but I pulled him closer, making sure he knew I was going to let him finish right where we were. Feeling my signal, he gripped my hair harder, causing me to let a little sound out, and as he began to clench, nearing his release, I stroked him harder and faster. “Fuck!” he cried out as I felt the hot, sticky warmth hit my throat. I slowed down and swallowed. As he leaned back on the bed to recover, I sat up on my knees, pleased with myself, smiling and relishing in his glow.

  “You’re a very bad girl, aren’t you, Isabel?” Matt smiled at me with a heaving chest. I simply nodded in reply. “What am I going to do with you now? That was amazing.” I smiled shyly again, noticing my panties were completely soaked. When he leaned forward, a growl began to escape from him as he made his way slowly toward me. My heart raced in anticipation of his touch; the room felt cold without it. Not saying a word, he grabbed a handful of my hair at the nape of my neck, yanked my head to the side, and began the most glorious assault on my body I had ever experienced.