by A. M. Myers
She blinks at me before narrowing her eyes into a glare. “Fuck you.”
“Just as soon as you give me what I want,” I tell her. She studies my face before releasing my cock and letting out a huff of annoyance as she tries to climb off of me. I don’t let her. Holding her hip firm in one hand, I reach between us with the other and just let my thumb graze her clit. Her eyes widen and her hips buck. Her expression changes, flashing me begging eyes as she rocks her hips, trying to get the sensation back but I keep it just out of reach
“Travis,” she whispers, the ache in her voice going straight to my balls and I fight the urge to give her exactly what she wants, only grazing her clit again. She moans.
“You want more?”
Nodding, she braces her hands on my shoulders and rocks her hips again. “Yes.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“Fuck me first,” she whispers, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as I brush my thumb over her little bud again. “And I will. Please, Travis… please.”
Shit.
How am I supposed to deny her when she looks like a fucking goddess and she’s begging me for more? This doesn’t mean I’m giving up but I’ll just have to use something else. Rowan isn’t the only one with moves. Pressing my thumb to her clit, I begin circling it and her head snaps up, her eyes lock with mine, and her lips part as she gasps for air, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I slip my fingers down to her pussy and groan as I drag them back up, covered in her arousal. Her hips rock, getting herself off on my fingers as I watch and I hiss a curse as I stare down at her, enraptured.
How in the fuck did I lose the upper hand here?
“Tell me you’re mine,” I tell her, pulling my fingers away and she cries out, turning hate filled eyes on me as she shakes her head.
“No.” Before I can say anything else, she climbs out of my lap and drops to her knees in front of me, flashing me a devious smile as she wraps her fingers around my cock and closes her lips over the tip.
Fuck me.
“Rowan,” I breathe, threading my fingers through her hair as she takes my length into her mouth and sucks, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft as it pulses with need. She slowly pulls back, dragging her lips over every inch of me and I struggle to catch my breath as my eyes roll back. When she drags her teeth gently over the head, I growl, reaching down and grabbing her arm before hauling her back onto my lap.
Fuck, I need inside her.
Nothing else matters.
“Oh,” she whispers as I rub my cock along her slit before pressing against her entrance. Looking up, I meet her eyes and she grabs my shoulders again, nodding for me to push inside her.
“Tell me,” I urge, gritting my teeth as every cell in my body screams at me to slip into her pussy. She shakes her head as she starts sinking down on me and I’m a fucking goner. Relief rushes through me as she takes me deep, her body gripping me and pleasure floods my body. Groaning, I grip her hips as she starts to move, slowly rising up on her knees before dropping down again in a torturous pace that sends a wave of painful bliss rushing through my body.
Damn it.
This is never going to get me what I want.
Eyeing the other end of the couch, I wrap my arms around her waist and pick her up as she clings to me and shrieks with surprise as I carry her over there and lay her down on her back. One leg gets thrown over my shoulder as I perch on the edge of couch and slip inside her again. This time I hold nothing back, slamming into her aggressively as she writhes and moans beneath me, gasping for air as her tits bounce with each thrust of my hips. Just when I’m about to lose control, I stop and pull out of her but keep her pinned beneath me.
“Tell me you’re mine, Rowan.” My voice is hard this time, commanding, but she still flashes me a look of defiance before shaking her head and lifting her hips off of the couch.
“Fuck me.”
Growling, I drive into her again and resume my pace, pounding her sweet little pussy as I reach up and wrap a hand around her throat. Her eyes widen but a smile tugs at her lips as she cups her tits in her hands, toying with her nipples.
Jesus Christ, she’s trying to kill me.
The pressure builds and one look at her tells me she’s just as close as I am so I slow down, keeping it just fast enough to keep her orgasm alive.
“You want to come, baby?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Then tell me what I want to hear.”
She flashes me a look that screams “fuck off” as she reaches down between us and circles her clit with her fingers and I can’t help but smile as I pull her hand away and pin it over her head.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You want to come, you have to give me what I want.”
Growling, she tries to rock her hips in an attempt to urge me to give in to her but it’s not happening. Flashing her a grin, I increase my speed but not enough to get the job done and she groans loudly as she squirms beneath me.
“I fucking hate you.”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. I fucking hate you, Travis,” she snaps but her eyes betray her as she stares up at me with what is supposed to be a glare. Even knowing that she’s lying her ass off, I hate hearing those words roll off her tongue and I grit my teeth for a moment before leaning down and slamming my lips against hers as I give her what she wants. My pace is merciless as I grip her jaw and kiss her with all of the anger I feel over her comment and she screams into the kiss as her pussy clenches around me with her release. It steals the breath from my lungs and I groan as I rip my mouth from hers and thrust into her three more times before my body lets go with such fierceness that I swear I see stars.
“Travis,” she whispers, clawing at my back and I groan again, my cock throbbing with my release as I bury my face in the crook of her neck and try to catch my breath. Rowan has other ideas. She pushes me off of her just enough that she can guide my lips to hers and clings to me as she kisses me like never before. My cock jerks inside her, ready to go again, and I groan as I pull back and meet her eyes.
“Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”
She sighs, her eyes softening as she shakes her head. “Of course I’m yours, Travis. Always.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rowan
“Incoming,” Travis whispers as the clubhouse door opens and I peek over my shoulder as my brother steps out into the setting sunlight, scanning the lot before his gaze lands on me. My belly flips. He hasn’t said a single word to me since throwing Ash out of the parking lot yesterday and I’ve barely even seen him as I’ve spent the day moping around the clubhouse, waiting for this moment. Travis drags his hand down my back and my body relaxes slightly as I turn back to him. He smiles and presses his lips to mine before standing up. “I’ll be at the bar. Come find me when you’re done.”
A smile tugs at my lips despite my shaking hands and I nod. “I will.”
“One more,” he murmurs before leaning in to steal one last kiss before turning and walking back to the clubhouse. Travis and Lincoln pass each other and nod in greeting but tension fills the air around them and I sigh at just how ridiculous they are. My brother closes the distance between us, his hands shoved in his pockets and his gaze glued to the ground in front of him as my heart thrums in my chest.
Oh, God, I’m so nervous.
“You two work things out?” he asks as he sits next to me on the picnic table and I sigh as my mind drifts back to last night. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I think about everything we got up to in my room and butterflies flap around in my belly. I can’t help but grin. After what happened, I know I can’t stay away from him anymore but I’m not naive enough to think that he’s suddenly going to decide he wants more. This will end and it will hurt but I don’t want to focus on that anymore. I want to be happy and enjoy the time I do get with him instead of ruining it all by obsessing over the end. Maybe it’s reckless and stupid but all I can do at this p
oint is jump back in with both feet and deal with the aftermath when the time comes.
“Yeah, I guess we did.”
He glances over at me, his expression hard. “Did he apologize for whatever asshole thing he did to upset you?”
“It wasn’t like that, Linc. Travis has been amazing to me.”
“If that were true,” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest and turning back to the crowd. “He wouldn’t have hurt you.”
I lay my hand on his bicep and he meets my eyes. “Please believe me, big brother. Travis has been nothing but kind, respectful, and honest with me since the beginning.”
“Then why have y’all been avoiding each other for four fucking days?”
“It was my issue,” I whisper and he sighs as his gaze flicks to the crowd. There is a current of tension swirling in the air around us and my belly flips again as I try to figure out what he’s going to say about the information Ash revealed. If I know my brother, and I do, he’s going to rip me a new one and spend the next hour chewing me out about how I’m better than that. The silence stretches between us and the longer it takes him to kick off the conversation, the more anxious I feel. Dropping my gaze to the ground, I shove my hands in the pockets of my hoodie and my knee shakes, bouncing up and down as I try to telepathically will him to say something. Finally, he clears his throat.
“I owe you an apology, Rowan.”
My head snaps up. “What?”
“Look,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve tried my damndest to be the best big brother I could be but clearly, somewhere along the way I failed you. I made you feel like you couldn’t come to me and tell me absolutely anything because I would judge you. That’s on me and it fucking kills me…”
“Lincoln, please… stop. It wasn’t like that, at all. Stripping wasn’t something I was proud of. I didn’t tell anyone about it except Ash and we can all see how that turned out for me. This isn’t on you.”
“Yeah, it is and I know I’ve been too protective at times but I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy and safe. That’s it and I’m so fucking sorry if I made you feel like there were things about yourself that you couldn’t tell me.”
I shake my head and tug on his arm, forcing him to look at me and the pain in his eyes hurts worse than anything else I have ever felt. Tears sting my eyes and I shake my head again. His face crumples and he pulls me into a hug, crushing me to his massive body as a wave of comfort washes over me.
“All I ever wanted was to make sure you didn’t feel like you were missing out on anything because Dad was gone and here I fucked it all up.”
“Lincoln,” I whisper, a tear trekking down my cheek as I pull back to look at him. “Please don’t ever think that. You are amazing and I’ve always thought that. The way you stepped up after Dad died and became the man of the house even though you were still a kid yourself… I’ve always admired you and if anything, I didn’t tell you about the stripping because I just wanted you to be proud of me.”
He smiles. “I am proud of you, kid. Fucking always… but can I ask you a question?”
I nod.
“Why stripping?”
Sucking in a breath, I turn to look out at the protestors as the question runs through my mind but the more I ask myself why I did it, the more stumped I feel. Turning back to him, I shrug and force a smile to my face.
“Would it be too cliche to say daddy issues?”
He winces and I immediately regret my terrible joke.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean that…”
“No,” he whispers, nodding his head. “You did and I even understand. As hard as I worked, as much as I tried, I couldn’t be Dad and his absence left a hole in all of us.”
I sigh in agreement as I lay my head on his shoulder. “Honestly, after you left Alaska, I just felt so numb and… empty. I don’t know that I was thinking about much of anything those days… I was just going through the motions and surviving each and every day as it came at me.”
“I guess I have another thing to apologize for then,” he says and I scrunch up my nose in confusion as I lift my head off of his shoulder and look at him.
“Huh?”
“For leaving Alaska. I shouldn’t have bailed on you and Mom like that.”
I scoff and lie back down. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. You couldn’t live your whole life for us, Lincoln. It’s not right and neither Mom or Dad would have been okay with that. My issues do not need to be shouldered by you, as much as I appreciate your mushy, soft heart.”
“Shut the hell up with that shit.” He laughs, shaking his head as he peeks down at me. I grin at him and he rolls his eyes. “Can I ask you something else?”
“Always.”
He lifts his shoulder, prompting me to lift my head up and glance at him. He searches my face for a moment and my belly flips.
“Are you in love with him?”
I blink. “Travis?”
“Yeah,” he answers, still trying to read me and my heart hammers in my chest as my hands shake. “Do you love him, Rowan?”
I nod. “Yes… but you can’t… you can’t tell anyone or say anything to him…”
“So this is what the past four days have been about? You love him and he doesn’t love you back? I swear to God, I’ll kick his ass until he has enough fucking sense in his head to realize you’re the goddamn best he’s ever going to get. That little motherfucker isn’t going to mess my little sister around…”
“Lincoln,” I cut in, laughing at his rant and furious expression as I lay my hand on his arm again. “Please, don’t. I know what I’m doing.”
He shakes his head. “You’re going to get your heart broken.”
“I know,” I murmur, the ache in my chest so fierce that I struggle to breathe through it as I try to put on a brave act. Lincoln’s gaze flicks over my face, studying me, before he scoffs and rips his arm from me.
“What’s so special about this dick hole that he thinks he can do better than you? He would be the luckiest son of a bitch alive to call you his and he’s rejecting you?” The disgust on his face as he glances over at the clubhouse has me grabbing his arm all over again, hoping he doesn’t decide to march in there and confront Travis.
“Please, Linc… the whole thing is complicated. Just let me handle this. Please.”
He shakes his head, looking at me like I’m insane. “I’m not going to let him hurt you.”
“I’m already in too deep and I can’t go back now. Whether we end today or months from now, it’ll hurt and I’ve accepted that.”
“Well, I fucking haven’t,” he huffs as his gaze snaps to the clubhouse door and I pull on his arm, making sure he stays here with me and hears me out.
“You can’t make him love me, Lincoln… and I wouldn’t want you to.”
He huffs in annoyance again as he glances back at me and I can see him thinking through everything I’ve just said. Finally, he sighs.
“Do I, at least, get to kick the shit out of him when it all goes down?”
Laughing, I shrug. “Maybe. Talk to me then and we’ll see.”
“It’s fucking something, I suppose,” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest again and brooding as he stares out at the protestors. His jaw ticks and I would bet good money that he’s planning exactly what he is going to do to Travis if I ever give him the green light. I can’t see myself doing that but I guess we’ll see. “Hey… one more thing…”
“What?”
He sighs. “I’m sorry that I pulled you here to Baton Rouge in the middle of this mess. If I had known it was going to get this bad… I would have made you stay in Alaska.”
“There is no way in hell I was staying there after what Ash did.”
“Oh, yeah,” he mutters, turning to me with a look of disgust. “What did happen with all of that? I hope you made him pay.”
I shrug. “He lost me so I’d say he’s hurting pretty bad… even if he doesn’t know it yet. Oh, and I hurled bre
akable things at the wall in an attempt to impale the two of them with clay.”
“Good.” He laughs before glancing at me with an evil grin. “Speaking of which… maybe I’ll just let Tate loose on Streak when…”
His words are interrupted by the sound of glass shattering and we both jerk toward the protestors as one of them lights a rag on fire before hurling a mason jar filled with liquid over the fence. It lands on Chance’s truck and flames roar up from the impact.
“Holy shit…”
Lincoln wraps his arm around me and we stand up as another protestor lights another Molotov cocktail and flashes us a grin. He hurls it over the fence and I watch in horror as it sails toward us with remarkable accuracy before landing on the pavement a few feet in front of us.
“Fuck. Get inside now,” Lincoln orders, shoving me toward the clubhouse door as he follows behind me and another cocktail flies over the fence.
Oh, shit.
This is so bad.
The street is full of people and we’re trapped in here like rats.
“Blaze!” Lincoln roars as soon as we step inside and everything in the room screeches to a halt before Storm turns the music down, a look of concern on his face.
“What’s going on?”
Lincoln releases me and they huddle together, whispering about the situation before they march off toward Blaze’s office and everyone else turns to me. My heart climbs into my throat and I point to the window.
“Look outside.”
They all rush to the closest window and gasps fill the room followed by angry hisses and whispered curses but I turn away from them, desperate for only one person and before I can even fully turn around, his arms wrap around me and he buries his nose in my hair.
“What’s happening, Princess?”
I pull back and meet his eyes. “The protestors… they’re throwing Molotov cocktails over the fence… one hit Chance’s truck and one almost hit me.”
