She wants me to control her, needs me to dominate her. I use my thumb to release her lip and take it with my own mouth. Drawing it into my mouth, she releases a moan.
Pulling back, I gaze at her, serious. “Undress yourself for me. I want to see all of you.”
She complies, removing her shirt to reveal a plain black lacy bra. It doesn’t faze me however. I’m an ass man, and Avery’s all ass.
“Take off your pants.”
She unbuttons the clasp and pushes them off, kicking the material off to the side.
“Turn around and bend over. Hold onto your ankles,” I command, and she does as she’s told, keeping silent, following my directions precisely.
Her ass is fully on display in front of me, only covered by a miniscule thong. Using my index finger, I push the fabric out of the way so I can see her glistening sex. It saturates the meager fabric with her excitement. I clench my other hand, struggling not to lose control and just take her like a wild animal, rutting for my satisfaction only.
“Very good, now stand up and take your panties off before I rip them.” She does as she’s told, still facing away so her ass is in front of me. “Next time I’ll call for Ares, but right now, you are only mine. Understand?”
Shorty nods and I smack her ass sharply. She hisses out between her teeth, “Yes.”
“Get on your hands and knees, on the bed.”
I can’t believe how incredibly beautiful she is like this. She wants to be mine, well then; I’m going to fuck her as if she’s mine. Standing behind her, I push my fingers into her soft, wet center. She easily coats them and it’s so fucking sexy. She’s as turned on as I am, if not more.
I unbutton my pants and quickly shove them down, then pull her hips to me. Slamming inside her, it’s brutal. This isn’t fucking around, I’m taking her. Reaching for my hem I shuck my shirt and toss it on the floor.
“Ah,” she calls on impact, and I pump into her savagely again. She’ll still feel me, long after this is over with.
Avery utters a brief grunt with each thrust and I softly skim my fingers over her tummy until I reach her clit. Clasping the nub between my two fingers, I lightly pinch it, over and over.
“Oh- 2, oh!” she moans. It’s loud as her hips begin to move with my fingers. She grinds her ass into me, and my balls tighten up at the sensation.
Releasing her clit, I run my hand up over her perky tits, tweaking her nipples as I go. I don’t stop until my palms firmly wrapped around her throat. I pull her back into my chest until she has to hold onto the footboard with one hand and reach behind her to grasp my hip.
Flexing my fingers tightly around her neck, I pump inside her, thrusting deep. She attempts to moan again, but I choke it back with my fingers, squeezing and applying pressure each time.
“You shut that tempting, little fucking mouth, Avery. If I want you to speak, I will tell you to fucking talk. I’m taking you- you’re mine right now.”
She nods her head shortly, complying and I grip her hips harder as I thrust inside her wetness.
God, she feels so good; she pleases me to no end with each plunge I take.
Her chest constricts against my forearm, her scream attempting to break free as I cut of her oxygen again and again. My mouth finds her neck, sucking, claiming, marking the woman who’s become mine in a blink of an eye and she gives in to me even more. Her pussy walls clamp down like a vice around my engorged cock, breaking my hold and letting her moan loose.
The sexy rasp in her moan does me in. My cock throbs so desperately, begging for permission to release my cum inside her that I bite down, leaving my mark on the crevice where her shoulder meets her neck. As I nibble and play with the skin making it a deep red, I release my thick seed inside her sweet tightness. The orgasm is powerful, as I concentrate on how much she means to me. It goes on far longer than any I’ve experienced prior, solidifying my evolving feelings.
Lazily, afterwards, I skim my hand down the flesh of her throat, hooking her waist to pull her on the bed to lie beside me. She keeps her back to me as I play with her hair until I doze off into a restless nap. I’m so damn tired from being up all night; I can’t help but find comfort in the warmth from the woman who owns my heart.
Avery
Wow.
I didn’t see things ending up like that. I thought after hearing him in the office, we were done with. I’m glad I waited before calling Niko this time. He would’ve freaked and probably killed 2 Piece.
I feel like an emotional, crazy woman with him all the time. I wish he’d be up front and tell me. Hell, spell it out what he wants and feels.
Right when we take a step forward it seems like we get thrown backward. We just had earth shattering sex; he said he was taking me as his. Was that literally, me being his now, or just in the moment?
Ugh.
I hate being this confused. I need to just buckle down and discuss it with him. We also need to talk about him being gone for so long. I was worried sick and he didn’t even call me. If we’re going to work and be a couple I need to set up some boundaries or guidelines or…something.
“2?” I whisper. I don’t know why I’m whispering, but for some reason it feels wrong to break the comfortable silence we are sharing.
Hmm, I don’t get an answer. “Umm, 2?” I repeat louder but again, get nothing.
What the hell.
Peeking over my shoulder, I find him wearing the most peaceful, sweetest expression and he’s fast asleep. His lips are parted slightly and with each exhale his bottom lip trembles. His face appears younger when he’s sleeping and not busy worrying or contemplating a million different things.
He has beautiful, long eyelashes that any woman would envy, but I’d never tell him that. He’d think it’s too unmanly, when in reality it complements his gorgeous eyes. His face is extra scruffy, but still as handsome as ever.
Reaching out, I run the tips of my fingers lightly through his beard and over his cheekbones. He has a proud nose and soft skin on his cheeks even though they’re a little weathered from riding. The contrast of our skin tone stands out as I take in his rich tan and my pale fingertips.
I don’t even know his name. How can I be this gone over someone whose real name I don’t know? Staring at him in this moment, I’m certain I’m done for.
I’m crazy about him. He’s infuriating and confusing but also amazing and consuming. I feel like I’m being pulled in a thousand directions when it comes to him.
Is it the right choice to stick around? I overheard all those hurtful things he said in the office but then he tells me he didn’t mean it like it sounded. Yet men say we women are the confusing ones. He doesn’t know it yet, but I do plan to keep him. When we’re finally able to hash everything out, I hope he’s okay with that.
We both like our freedom and not being tied to anything, I guess we’re kind of like wanderers. That must mean we’re kindred spirits, right? I’m ready to relinquish that sense of freedom though and be ‘free’ with him, together. I just pray he’s ready to as well.
There’s a knock on the bedroom door and it stirs me out of my thoughts of my future with the man I care about. I glance over at the door, waiting to see if it was indeed this door. I chew on my lip, staring.
Yep, definitely a knock. I think as they rap on the door again. Damn it, I’m pretty comfy and don’t really feel like shifting from this position. I know if it’s Niko, though, he’ll start beating away on the wood and 2 Piece obviously needs his rest. He must be tuckered out since he dozed off—without even a word—right after we were intimate.
Crawling out of bed, I attempt to not jostle the mattress too much and disturb him. Snatching up his shirt off the floor, I throw it on and make my way to answer the door.
Only it’s not a big, burly, blond Russian waiting for me; it’s a tiny female version of 2 Piece. She’s gorgeous with blonde hair and sun-kissed cheeks. She props her hand on her hip and looks at me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
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bsp; Since she’s doing some inspecting, I return the favor and notice this little chica has a big round belly. Hmm, 2 hasn’t said anything about dear old sister being prego, so this could be awkward.
“Hi,” I greet quietly and offer up a small smile.
She’s a little hesitant at first but then returns my smile, “Hi, is my brother in there?”
“Yes, ma’am; he’s asleep though. Is he expecting you?”
“No, he didn’t know I was coming. I just made a quick decision and headed down.” She fidgets with her shirt and blushes a little.
“You’re from Cali, right?”
She smiles bigger this time and nods. “He’s told you about me?” she asks, surprised.
“Yes, but not a lot, just he has a sister in Cali. I’m Avery, his, umm…friend,” I mutter, nervously and stick my hand out like a dork.
I can’t believe I’m meeting his family right now. Besides the brothers, she’s his only family, so this is kind of a big deal. At least it is to me. I hope one day he can meet my family too.
She giggles softly and shakes my hand. Great, she probably thinks I’m a goober.
“You find him, baby?” Twist asks as he walks down the hall toward us. She gets a shy look and nods at him.
Oh my, looks like Twist may have an admirer. 2 would probably slaughter Twist if he knew his sister was crushing.
He smirks down at her, and, for the first time, I notice Twist has a dimple just like Cain. He may have more but right now I can only see the one. “Cool, how about you come and take it easy, sugar pie. Don’t want you hurting after such a long drive.” He places his arm over her shoulder and she beams up at him.
“Okay, Avery, will you please tell my brother I’m here when he wakes? I tried calling him a couple of times during my trip down here, but he never answered.”
“Sure, I definitely will. It was nice to meet you, umm…”
“Oh yes, I’m Sadie,” she replies, clearly surprised that she forgot to say her name.
“I thought so, just wasn’t completely sure.”
She grins. “Yep, that’s me.”
Her and Twist leave, going toward the main room and I can’t help but think they’re cute like that. This’ going to be interesting. I’m keeping my mouth shut over the looks I just witnessed too. I don’t want to get in the middle of something that could be brewing.
Heading back in to the room, I shut the door behind me. I may as well get dressed. I’m not tired and I’m sure Niko will be floating around here somewhere. I cover 2 up with the blue fleece throw from the end of the bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower.
***
When I open the bathroom door, 2 Piece is sitting up in bed with his hair wild. It’s short, but it still gets a bedhead tussled appearance. I love when he has that just woken up, sleepy look on his face. He’s adorable and is always a bit disoriented for a few minutes. It’s one of the very few times you get to witness him as vulnerable.
“Hey, free bird,” he rasps, my insides clench from that deep, gruff sound.
“Well, don’t you just look yummy. So, did you sleep well? You were so tired.”
He chuckles and the timbre of his laugh makes me sigh in bliss. What is it about a man’s voice that can turn us to mush?
“Yeah, I’m feeling better; pussy, sleep and then your fine ass. I’m perfect, Shorty. I need to take a shower though.”
“Okay, well we had a visitor probably forty or so minutes ago. Your sister is here. She asked me to tell you when you woke up.”
“Sadie? Oh shit, was she okay?”
“Yeah, she seemed fine. Twist was showing her around and talking to her while you were sleeping.”
“All right, then let me shower really quick and maybe we can all grab some grub or something?”
“Sure, sounds good.” I smile and he grins back at me as he enters the bathroom.
Well, at least he seems to be in a better mood now. I think I’m going to paint my toes pink while I wait for him to get done.
A few minutes later he comes out with a billow of steam surrounding his stark-naked ass. Reel yourself in, woman; do not jump him like you want to. He has to see his sister and we need to have a serious discussion over absolutely everything. No getting distracted again by sex.
He puts on his boxer briefs. Damn, is it possible for his ass to look even better in his underwear? He pivots slightly as he bends to grab his jeans.
Yep, definitely possible.
He pulls on a pair of clean jeans, a plain white T-shirt and his cut. He catches me staring and clicks his tongue at me. “Later, Shorty, control yourself,” he teases, shaking his head.
“Whatever, you know you want to call Ares to come play,” I retort saucily.
His eyes widen with anticipation. “Fucking right I do, but first I have to see why Sadie’s shown up out of the blue.”
I nod and put my nail polish back in my bag.
“You don’t have to keep stuffing your shit away in your suitcase either. Leave it wherever you want to, Shorty,” he says and I get the deer-in-the-headlights kind of stare going on. “It’s cool; we’ll take it slow, ‘kay?”
“Yeah, I wanted to discuss a few things with you.”
“I know, but we’ll have to get to it later,” he says stubbornly and I grit my teeth to not argue with him.
I understand he’s distracted by his sister, but he better not put me on the backburner now and use this as an excuse to not get this situated. I nod and make my way out the door with him. I will not let this go. Next time we’re alone, we’re talking.
Chapter 13
2 Piece
Avery and I get to the main room and the first thing I hear is Sadie arguing with London. Her shrill voice when she gets angry could stand out to me in a crowd full of people. She’s a fucking ballbuster and London’s a wildcat; shit could pop off in a split second.
I have no idea what they could possibly be arguing about. Those two don’t even know each other. It has to stop quickly though, or Prez will be looking to throw somebody out. I don’t want to brawl with Cain’s crazy ass over shit between my sister and his ol’ lady, either.
We arrive to chaos erupting. Cain’s standing in front of London while Twist stands in front of Sadie. The girls scream back and forth at each other. London looks ready to murder my sister and Sadie just looks annoyed.
“Bitch, I will smoke your ass like grass!” London screams.
“Fuck you, crazy heifer; you’re psycho!”
“I am fucking psycho, you pip-squeak! Don’t you forget it next time you look at my man.”
“I wasn’t looking at your man, for Christ’s sake; I was talking to Twist and you decided to flip out.”
“Yeah, because you were staring at Cain. Newsflash, bitch, he belongs to me.”
“I wasn’t staring at him like that. I was staring because he looked familiar.”
“Sure, that’s what all the whores say. I don’t care if you fucked him in the past. He’s not interested.”
“I never fucked him. He looks like my brother’s friend, you twat face!” my sister screeches in return.
I have to stop this; it’s ridiculous.
“Woah,” I placate with my hands out in calm down motions. I feel like I’m walking into a hornet’s nest.
“London, this is my younger sister, Sadie. She probably saw Cain when I first met him in Cali.”
“I don’t care who she is; just stay the fuck away from my ol’ man.” She scowls and Cain chuckles jovially. He loves London getting all territorial, means they’ll go fuck like crazy afterward. He once told me that’s when they have the best sex and he can talk her into trying to get knocked up again.
“Trust me; I’m fucking six months pregnant. I’m not looking to get another piece-of-shit man.”
I’m sorry, what did she just say? I nearly get whiplash from turning so quickly, trying to see her belly. It’s kind of, if I can’t see it, then it can’t be real sort of scenario.
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sp; How the fuck is she pregnant? Last time I was there I didn’t see a man coming around at all. She has some serious explaining to do.
“The fuck you say, Sadie?” I growl, flabbergasted.
“You heard me, Silas, I’m having a baby,” she replies tartly, and Avery draws in a breath beside to me. I glance at her quickly and see she’s surprised. I have no idea why, but I’m sure she’ll be filling me in later.
“Sadie, how the fuck did you get pregnant?”
Cain chuckles behind me, attempting to coax London to go to his club room. I knew it; the fucker’s going to have her knocked up again by tomorrow.
“I’d go with the old-fashioned way; but do you want me to give you the details?”
“Gross, Sades.” I turn back to Avery and point at her. “Don’t drink the water or whatever the fuck’s getting people pregnant.”
She holds her hands up and smiles. “No way, I’m very careful about that type of thing.”
I roll my eyes at Sadie. I’m pissed, but trying to stay calm. What can you do in this situation but show your support. She’s still my baby sister and I just want to know who the guilty fucker is, so I can go kill him.
“Look, Silas, it’s done and there is nothing we can do about it. I didn’t come here for you to freak out on me, but because I needed to be around my family during all these changes.”
“I know, kid. You just blindsided me on this shit. I mean, why didn’t you tell me sooner or something?” I grumble, my anger beginning to dissipate, when I get a good look at her.
She seems so damn beat down and tired. I’ve never witnessed my sister stressed out. She always takes everything with a grain of salt and rolls with whatever’s thrown at her. Right now, she’s frail with a big belly sticking out.
“I was scared to tell you sooner. I wasn’t sure of what was happening and stuff.” She moves away from Twist and sits at the bar. He posts up next to her, and I have to stop myself from growling at him. He did save my life in that barn and he also helped keep my sister safe a few minutes ago.
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