by Raven Scott
“No, and yeah. You?” I paused, and Bruiser shook his head with a brief flash of seriousness seeping into his expression.
“I get into fights a lot, so I made it a habit of getting tested. You know, not everything you do in Vegas stays in Vegas. Especially if you use underground bookies, which I do.” Thrill shot through me as the rational voice in my head shut down completely. Bruiser smirked sexily, and my nipples tightened as he reached to caress my cheek. “Everything you feel shows on your face, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought of you at the gas station. Your genuineness.”
His declaration resonated deep in my belly, and I tensed when Bruiser cupped my face with both his hands. Capturing my lips in a searing kiss, the entire half-hour of build-up surged through my chest. Desire flooded my veins as I slung my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. A fire lit under my heart, and he shoved his tongue into my mouth to intensify the kiss.
Bruiser reached between us to push aside my panties and finger my aching, hot clit, and I moaned into his mouth. I untangled my fingers from his hair to pull up my dress, and eagerness stiffened my muscles when I pulled back to pull it off completely. His eyes boggled a little, carnal need twisting his expression before he pushed me off him and onto my back. A husky, excited giggle escaped me, and Bruiser buried his face between my breasts as he worked his hand into my underwear. Hooking my knees under my elbows, I groaned gutturally as he kissed and nibbled down my abdomen.
“Fuck . . . your pussy’s beautiful . . .” Peeling my panties off, Bruiser’s breath hitched at his own admiration, and I quaked. Spreading my pussy lips with his thumbs, he licked his lips heavily, his eyes glassy with desire. “I almost can’t bring myself to fucking devour it. God . . .”
“You sure talk big.” Bruiser tore his eyes off my pussy, his lip curling in a snarl that made my toes flex in delight. Panting from the fire stinging my lungs, I jolted when he gripped my thighs and spread them as far as they could go. Holding my breath, my ears rang as Bruiser leaned over me threateningly, his eyes sparkling viciously.
“Is that your attempt to antagonize me, Nicole?” My cheeks warmed, and Bruiser’s lips brushed mine even as his eyes held me captive. I clenched in surprise when he reached to unfasten his jeans, the thick hairs on the back of his hand teasing my pussy lips. “Your thighs are the perfect canvas for a painting.”
“Oh, my God . . .” Covering my face with both my hands, I giggled in embarrassment as Bruiser settled between my legs to brace both his forearms on either side of my head. I shivered as his hot, hard cock nestled between my pussy folds. Prying my hands away, he captured my mouth greedily, and I moaned in pleasure. His muscles writhed through his shirt, the rough edges of the patches on his jacket tickling my skin. Gripping the flaps of his cut-off, I pulled him close and hugged his hips with my knees.
Tangling his tongue around mine, Bruiser ground against my pussy before pulling back to pant harshly. Leaning back to pull off my panties, he squeezed my breasts together to suck my nipples. Rolling and tugging with his teeth, shocks skittered down my abdomen, and Bruiser shirked off his cutoff and t-shirt hastily. Kissing and nibbling my breasts, he grabbed my hand to guide me to his cock. He was hard, hot, big, and goosebumps swept up my arm as I pumped his rod. Squeezing the tip between my thumb and forefinger, I relished his sharp inhale and the stiffness of his muscles.
“Nicole . . .” I shuddered at the worshipful lilt in Bruiser’s sigh, and he pulled back to poise at my entrance. Need danced up and down my spine, and my heart stuttered when he buried his face in my neck. Slopping wet kisses on my hot skin, he thrust experimentally, and I grappled his sides in preparation. The bulbous head of his cock tore my entrance, and I sucked in a shallow, hot breath through my teeth.
“B-big . . . it’s-s big . . .” Sputtering lightly, I squeezed my eyes shut as Bruiser inched into my channel. His fat cock stretched my walls, and I clamped down on him as pleasure prickled icily up my sternum. Bruiser had mercy, thrusting slowly, gently, as I undulated against his shaft.
“That’s it, baby . . . loosen that pussy so I can pound it good.” Bruiser pulled back sharply, and I arched sharply with a cry as my euphoria intensified. He smirked against my neck, his mumble burrowing deep in my chest. “Get ready, Nicole.”
He purred in my ear, and I whimpered pathetically as Bruiser hoisted himself onto shaking arms. Unhooking my fingernails from his sides, I grabbed the pillow above me to brace myself. Bruiser ducked to watch his cock disappear into me, and I stuttered a shallow breath. Clenching around his cock, my pussy ached, and he shuddered as he pulled back. The thick ridge of his head caressed my inner walls, and pressure built behind my eyes.
Snapping his hips hard, Bruiser set a grueling, brutal pace, and my pussy stung as he ground his hips against mine. Gasping as the impact knocked the air from my lungs, I arched sharply. Rapture unleashed in my chest, and a cry escaped me as he fucked me with a fury of a man possessed. The clap of his thighs against mine echoed in my bedroom above the thick layer of pleasure, and he grunted with the effort.
Stars popped behind my eyelids as I came uncontrollably, my juices splattering as he thrust wildly. Bruiser grabbed my thigh to hike up my leg, and I squealed from the sudden, intense jerk of his hips. Holding my head against the pressure, I could only hold onto the pillow as he thrust deep. His cock bruised my insides, and I clamped down on him as he set about keeping his word.
With each furious pump of his cock, my body jostled up my bed, and our moans mingled together between us. Kissing me with a passion that blew me away, Bruiser grabbed the headboard to fuck me deep. Bracing my forearms on the headboard, the entire bed rocked with the force of his thrusts.
“Fuck . . . fuck . . .” Pulling back to suck my nipple between his teeth, Bruiser pounded my pussy with abandon. He yanked his head back to groan gutturally, and I gasped frantically for air between waves of pleasure. “Fuckin’ come, baby. Come . . . yeah-h!”
Carnal delight roughened Bruiser’s tone before he pulled out of my pussy, and my world turned upside down. Shoving his face between my folds, he tongued my entrance and swiped my clit furiously. Tiny tears streamed down to my hair and ears as I arched off the bed, my pussy juice squirting to coat his eager lips. He ate me like a man starved, forcing my orgasm out, and I clenched my jaw against the pleasure that threatened to rip me apart.
“Oh-h . . . God!” My squeal squeezed out through my tight throat, and my hands flew to bury in Bruiser’s hair to grind against his mouth. Craning my neck in a futile effort to breathe, my moan shattered the dense atmosphere as all the tension in me released. Collapsing back onto the bed, I quaked and sputtered, and Bruiser climbed up my body. He pumped his cock furiously, and I blinked back the stars swirling in my eyes to grab his outer thighs.
Shuffling up higher, Bruiser’s glorious cock swiped my lips, and I automatically opened my mouth. The taste of myself and him tingled my tongue, and I sucked his cock between hollowed cheeks. He groaned, his powerful, wet hand tangling in my hair. Gagging on his cock, I gulped around his bulbous head as he fucked my mouth. Swishing my tongue against the thick vein underneath, I moaned around his shaft when he reached to finger my pussy tantalizingly.
“I’m gonna come . . . fuckin’ come, baby.” My eyes boggled as Bruiser jammed his cock down my throat, and I gagged as he blocked my throat completely. He pulled back to pump his shift with his free hand as his fingers curled and twisted in my pussy. I lifted my hips eagerly as pleasure rattled my teeth, and he rocked back to throw back his head and whimper. Hot, salty cum spurted onto my breasts, and I clamped around his hands as my own orgasm ripped through me.
There was so much cum. Bruiser shuddered and jolted as ropes of cum slathered my breasts. I struggled to breathe through the thick, intense high that separated my mind from my body. Collapsing next to me, Bruiser blustered a massive sigh that rippled through the air. His cum dribbled down my breasts, and I tilted my head to stare at him through bleary eyes. Tinge
d pink and glistening with sweat, he caught my gaze before heavily rolling onto his side to throw his arm and leg over me.
“Nap time . . .” Rasping hoarsely, Bruiser enveloped me in warmth and comfort, and I suddenly couldn’t see anything. Wow, that was amazing and very well the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.
Chapter Twelve
Bruiser
“What do you think if I come to you next time?” I paused, stuffing my legs in my jeans to look over my shoulder, and Nicole’s gorgeous blue eyes darkened with expectation. “Unless you got what you wanted, and you don’t wanna see me anymore.”
“I don’t know if going down would work out, but I’m more than happy to come up.” She languished on her bed and pouted at me, her cum-crusted skin glistening and pink when she rolled onto her back. I pulled up my jeans before running my hands up my face and through my hair, still damp with sweat.
Under no fucking circumstances did I want to explain that Saint George was slowly getting more dangerous, and my stomach tightened with the thought of her being there in the midst of all the danger brewing. She can’t be there. I didn’t want anything to happen to this woman.
“Why not? It’s only fair.” Sitting heavily on her bed, I flopped onto my back to bluster a huge sigh. I didn’t wanna lie, of course, but I didn’t see another way out of this situation. Shuffling around to stare at me, she arched a brow quizzically. “Do you wanna go a few more dates or something before—”
“That’s not it, Nicole. It’s just . . . my cousin’s not doing too well, and frankly, I don’t wanna deal with his bullshit. I have a feeling that whatever he’s going through, it involves heartbreak, and I don’t wanna trigger him. He’s a wildcard, always has been and always will be.” My answer surprised Nicole, and I frowned darkly at the ceiling. If she was suspicious, it didn’t show on her face when she hovered over me. “It’s complicated. I’m not gonna be shamed or guilt-tripped because I fuck you in my own place, and it makes him upset.”
Blinking back the memories that hounded me, I shook my head viciously. Rapping on the guest bedroom door, I didn’t wait for Rook to drag his ass out of bed to answer. I shouldered open the barrier, and the stench of body odor and alcohol hit me like a brick wall. Rook curled up on his bed, his greasy hair sticking out from under the sheet, and I shoved my hands in my pockets. Rocking back on my heels, I scowled darkly when Rook poked his head out to look at me through bloodshot eyes.
“Come on, kid. You’ve been drunk for a week. Time to shower and get dressed. I’m takin’ you on a ride.” Groaning miserably, Rook covered his head again, and I grabbed the sheet to yank it off him. Fluttering to the floor, his covering no longer hid the disheveled clothes he’d crossed the border in. Curling into a tight ball, he covered his head with his arms. “Get up. Don’t make me drag you up, ‘cause you know I fuckin’ will. Or do you want me to pour ice water on your ass like your dad did with us when we were bein’ shits?”
“Argh!” I couldn’t deny it. I was surprised when Rook didn’t protest, rolling his ass out of bed and onto unsteady legs. Ruffling his hair, he threw back his head and jerked his shoulders before shooting me a nasty glare. Still, he didn’t protest as he shoved his feet into his sneakers. “Fuckin’ bullshit. I’m not a damn kid, don’t need no one tellin’ me what to fuckin’ do.”
“You’re kiddin’ me. Rook, you’re sure actin’ like a damn kid. Now you need to wipe your ass and put new clothes on. Like fuck are you getting on my bike smelling like a fucking dumpster.” He paused, lip curling in a nasty snarl, as I pointed to a big bag sitting on the dresser. “Get in the shower. You’ll feel better after.”
“Why do you give a fuck? You shouldn’t. You’re the one who ran away, remember?” Man, he’s got it bad. I shook my head as Rook oozed aggressiveness, almost to the point of lunacy. Stomping over to the bag, he dumped the entire contents on the floor to rifle through it. There were a few pairs of jeans, some shirts, socks, nothing fantastic, but more than he had. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and frowned down at it, his emotions waging a war of attrition on his face. “Why do you give a fuck, Bruiser?”
“It hurts, Rook. Leaving. Did you think I wanted to come here? No, I did it because Minter told me to. And it was the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I’m not sayin’ it’ll work that way for you, but you’ll never know if you rot into the mattress. It’s been a week and a half. It’s about time we have a talk.” At least the kid was listening to me, I thought. An ugly, black blotch spread across my chest, and I rubbed my head and neck as he cast me a pained look. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I clasped my hands together before he slowly reached to pick up the clothes and gingerly put them on the dresser. “Spyder, the guys and me, you’re here because we want you here. You weren’t thrown away, Rook. You aren’t being punished. I know it’s probably what you’re thinkin’ right about now, but that’s not how your dad works. Do you understand the magnitude of what he asked of us? He wouldn’t unless he thought there wasn’t another way. I don’t know what happened with you, but if you’re feeling guilty or ashamed—”
“Fuck you, Bruiser. I’m not guilty. I didn’t do shit!” Hissing viciously, Rooks’ face reddened before he turned away from me to storm out of the room. My gut twisted, and I clenched and released my fists as my mind churned. Definitely, something involving a woman.
Did he knock some girl up? Did he fuck someone’s wife or girlfriend and get caught? For all intents and purposes, Rook was a snot-nosed little bitch that hadn’t quite gotten to the point of reigning himself in. Of course, he didn’t exactly have the tools up in Canada. My uncle ran drugs and bootlegged, but it was more interesting than Utah, that’s for damn sure, and it didn’t surprise me that boredom led to trouble. Rook wasn’t the worst of the worst, so I found peace in that. He’s a kid, barely old enough to buy cigarettes. Sometimes guys around that age just have a knack for stirrin’ shit up. I know I did when I was his age.
“I’ll find out soon enough.” Standing up, I tensed when my phone vibrated against my thigh, and I left Rook’s room before fishing the device out. Surprise rose my brows, and I answered to call to clear my throat roughly. “Hey, baby. How’s it goin’?”
“Guess what just happened, guess! Guess!” Excitement dribbled from the speaker and down my jaw, and I smiled before Nicole continued talking. She didn’t give me a chance to answer, and I walked down the short hallway to the living room to drop onto the sofa. “I got my biggest order today! It’s a painting of this guy’s wife and daughters. Huge landscape panoramic style, kinda. He wants it to be life-sized, too. So, it’ll be like five-by-fifteen. And he’s paying me twenty thousand dollars for it, which is . . . it’s nothing I’ve ever gotten before, Bruiser. I . . . I’m in shock, in awe, excited, terrified. I’m feeling so damn much right now. Holy crap . . . holy freaking crap!”
“That’s amazing, baby. Did he contact you through your website? When’s it due?” Pride thickened my tone, and Nicole’s phone crackled loudly before a thump sounded.
“Christmas. So, I have eight months. He contacted me initially in February, saying he’d gotten a referral from someone that worked with him. We’ve been going back and forth since. Just now, we had a video meeting, and we signed some paperwork, and he sent me a deposit for supplies. But, you know what that means, right? I’m getting around by word of mouth! This is freaking huge! God, I could cry right now. I’m so humbled . . . I can’t believe someone would trust me this much.” She giggle-sobbed over the line, and I smiled broadly as the bink-bink-bink of keys in an ignition sounded faintly behind her. “Okay, I gotta go to work right now, but I just wanted to tell someone . . .”
Almost palpably, Nicole’s excitement muted, and I pursed my lips thinly
“First thing’s first, you shouldn’t be humbled by this baby, you’re an artist, and you have talent. Don’t shove yourself in a box you aren’t supposed to be in. You’re fuckin’ special, so act like it . . . on another note, are you still hiding from
your parents and sister?” When Nicole said she was a non-confrontation people pleaser, I didn’t think she’d go to this extreme. She hadn’t spoken to them at all, which seems a bit excessive to me. Especially because she’d done nothing wrong, even if she thought differently, her silence was all I needed, and I sighed softly and shook my head. “Well, I’m really glad you got this opportunity, baby. How ‘bout I take you out to celebrate. Does Thursday work for you?”
“Yeah, I don’t work Thursday because I’m pulling doubles Friday and Saturday. Okay, I’ll come down to you. Text me wherever you wanna meet, okay? I gotta drive. Um, and also . . . just my sister. She’s coming back in a few days. I did talk to my dad the other day. He basically said we should talk face to face, anyway, so we’ll see. What’re you doin’ today?” Uh-huh. Right. You probably didn’t tell him you don’t wanna talk to her face to face, either. But I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t my place to critique Nicole’s relationship with her sister.
“Ah, I gotta knock some sense into my cousin. He’s been a mess since he got here. I figured it was time to get him out of bed.” The shower sounded, mutedly, from the lip of the hallway, and I ran my hand through my hair as Nicole hummed softly. “We’re takin’ him out for a ride. Hopefully, it’ll give him some time to realize . . . whatever it is he needs to realize.”
“Yeah. It’s really nice what you’re doing for him. So, I’ll see you on Thursday.” Grunting in acknowledgment, I let Nicole hang up and dropped my phone into my lap to sigh heavily.
“Yo.” Glancing up at Davey lounging in the kitchen, I sat back to rub my scalp roughly as he sauntered into the living room. “That’s what you wanted me for? To knock some sense into the kid?”
