Brody: The Callaghan Mafia #2

by Rylan, Savannah

  As my walls jumped around his fingers.

  “Oh, god! Brody!”

  “There’s a good girl,” he growled.

  My body collapsed against the bed as I trembled with my pleasure’s aftershocks. But I felt Brody climb onto the bed. He straddled me, stroking his cock as he grunted and growled. I peeked back. I saw his thick dick, long and hard for me. His muscles glistened with sweat as he licked my juices off his fingers. His palm. His wrists.

  Before his balls pulled deep into his body.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s it. There it is. Let me paint you, baby girl. Fucking hell.”

  His sounds mesmerized me. His face contorted in pleasure before his jaw unhinged. He beat his cock, his movements quick and strong while juices still leaked from between my legs. Threads of his hot arousal fell against my back. My ass cheeks. Even my hair. And when he was done, he fell next to me. Naked and sweating, with his eyes falling closed.

  “Brody,” I whispered.

  He looked over at me and my heart leapt in my chest.

  “Please don’t leave me l—mmph!”

  And before I knew it, his lips crashed against mine. Rolling me over and pinning me underneath him as his tongue fell down the back of my throat.

  6

  Brody:

  Feeling her pinned underneath me rattled the cage of the animal. My cock was still rock hard. Ready to go. Ready to pounce her and devour her like I knew she wanted. Resisting her last night took all the energy I had. And feeling her pressed against me this morning sent my mind spiraling into an endless abyss of want. I wanted her curves. I wanted her crying out my name. I wanted her coming on my cock until she begged me to stop. Until she cried out for mercy. And now that I had her pinned beneath me, I was ready for her.

  And she was as wet as I’d ever seen.

  Or tasted.

  Or smelled.

  Or felt.

  Her legs spread for me and my thick dick fell between her pussy lips. I pulled back, feeling my tip catch at her entrance. I shoved myself in, watching her eyes bulge. Feeling her arch as our lips fell away. I pounded against her. Watching her tits jump. Feeling her legs quiver. Growling, as her nails slid up my arms.

  “Oh, Brody. Don’t stop. Shit!”

  My mouth fell to her neck and I sank my teeth into her. I tugged at her skin, like a lion attempting to devour its breakfast. I kissed across her shoulder. Goosebumps splashed against my skin. I didn’t know whether they were hers or mine, but I sure as hell didn’t care. Her juices splashed against me. My balls smacked her thick ass cheeks. I kissed down to her breasts before sinking my teeth in again. Reveling at the marks I left behind.

  I sucked patches of her skin until the black and blue marks made her cry out.

  “Brody!”

  “That’s it,” I grunted.

  The animal in me shook free. With every chain that popped, I pounded harder against her body. Her walls fluttered around me as my balls pulled up. So, I squeezed my eyes shut and blocked out all sound. All smells. I muted all of my senses like I did for the job as she unraveled against me. Her arms flew around my neck. Her sounded faded in and out. And as the pain of her nails raking down my back pulled me from the brink, I gnashed my teeth at her.

  “Oh, you’re gonna pay for those marks, baby girl.”

  I pulled out from between her legs and flipped her over. Her juices slid down my cock as it stood at full attention, bouncing against her voluptuous ass. I grinned at my handprints. I brought my palms down against him, the resounding crack echoing off the corners of the room. She tried scrambling away, but I pulled her back. Spanking, and pulling. Spanking, and pulling.

  “Brody, I can’t—i-i-it’s to—fuck!”

  I slid my cock back into her body and she collapsed in front of me. I held her hips up, fucking my cock with her as her scent swirled up my nostrils. I felt feral. My eyes bulged. My teeth continued to gnash as my vision tunneled. All I saw was her. All I felt was her. All I heard were her sounds and her moans and all I felt was her skin against mine. I felt her milking me. Already poising herself to fall over the edge. And as I reached down, fisting her hair, I pulled her head up from the pillow.

  “Cum for me, you little slut. Tell me how much you want it.”

  “I want it, please,” she begged.”

  “Tell me you need it.”

  “Yes, yes. I need it. I need you, Brody. Help me. Help me cu—oh!”

  “There it is.”

  The guttural words left my lips as she spiraled. She shook for me, her body putting on an involuntary show that spread a smile across my face. I tugged on her hair and pulled her upright, feeling her back fall against my chest. I slid my arms around her. I held her close to me. And as her beautiful ass jiggled against my pelvis, my hand slid between her legs.

  “No, no, no, no,” she whispered.

  “Mm, oh yes. I know you have another one for me,” I murmured.

  My fingers pressed deeply against her clit as my teeth bit into her shoulder. She cried out with pain and pleasure as I circled that swollen nub. Faster and faster until she convulsed against me. Until her juices drenched my hand and her body fell weak against my own. This was how I wanted her. Weak. Weary. Whimpering. A wet fucking mess. Only for me, as I contorted her how I needed her until I got what I wanted.

  “What do you want?” I whispered against her ear.

  She shivered, drawing in a shaking breath as I flicked her clit faster.

  “You better tell me, baby girl. I’m growing impatient.”

  I nipped at her ear and she moaned.

  “Anything.”

  I quirked an eyebrow. “Anything.”

  “Just let me cum. Anything, and let me cum. Please. I—Bro—you—I—jus—”

  “Dangerous words, sweet thing.”

  “Anything!” she wailed.

  Her pussy clamped down around me and I worked her through her orgasm. Rutting, like the beast I had become. Massaging her clit, like the sadistic man I had always been. She fell forward, but I caught her. My cock never once falling from her between her legs. She trembled as I settled her stomach against the bed, splaying myself out around her. I pressed my hands into the mattress. I slowly eased myself in and out. In and out. As she laid there, whimpering. Vibrating. Just waiting for it to end.

  I could have done this all day with her.

  But I had work.

  I pulled out and rolled her over. Her eyes fluttered closed as I tossed her legs over my shoulders. I slid back inside, hearing her groan as her walls tried to push me out. But I wouldn't let her body refuse the pleasure I knew she still wanted. I bent her in half. I settled myself against her hamstrings. With her body open for me and her eyes locked with mine, I grinned down at her.

  And watched her smile back.

  “Hi there, handsome,” she whispered.

  I chuckled. “You’re the most beautiful toy I’ve ever had.”

  I thrusted against her, making her beautiful tits jump. Her jaw unhinged and her groans became unearthly as a wild smile grew across my face. Her juices sprayed me. Her body lost control of itself. Her words turned into babbles as she fisted the sheets, begging me for more. Trying to pull me closer as her pussy tried to push me out.

  Not this time, though.

  Not this morning.

  “That’s it,” I growled.

  “Oh,” she moaned.

  “Take it, Abby.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Take it and know who you belong to.”

  “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

  I licked my thumb and wrapped my hand around her ass. I parted her thick cheeks, placing the tip of it as her puckered hole. Her eyes widened and her entire body tensed up. But I knew better than her. She shook her head quickly, trying to get me to stop.

  Except, her asshole blossomed for me.

  “I think someone’s lying to me,” I said.

  Abby panted as I breached her virginal hole.

  “Want to try again?” I asked.
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br />   Her lower lip trembled. “Just be careful.”

  And as I gazed into her eyes, I grinned.

  “I’m always careful with what’s mine, baby girl.”

  I slid my thumb into her asshole and her eyes bulged. My name fell from her lips like a chanted prayer as I pounded deep within her. The sounds of skin slapping skin were intoxicating. Watching her juices coat my legs and abs made me yearn for me. I wanted to tie her up and keep her as my private plaything. I didn’t ever want someone to lay eyes on her unless they had my explicit permission. She was mine. I’d make her mine. Somehow. Some way.

  Holy fuck, I loved watching this girl cum.

  “Yes, Brody! Yes! Oh, Brody. Brody. Bro—dy.”

  I grunted as my balls pulled up tight. I buried myself within her pulsing walls as she whimpered and gasped for air. Her asshole clenched around my thumb. And oh, how I wished it was my cock.

  Soon, Brody. Soon, you’ll have all of her.

  My cock exploded. My vision fell to darkness as my body took over. And as my cock painted the inside of her body, I felt myself grow woozy. My thumb slid from between her ass cheeks. I collapsed against her. Heaving for air. Dripping with sweat.

  And still ready to go.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  I rolled off her body, afraid that if I stayed, I’d never get up for work. That I’d torture her body with endless pleasures until she passed out underneath me. Oh, what a dream. What I wouldn't give to bring her that kind of ecstasy. But as I laid there—holding her close—I figured it didn’t get much better than this.

  “You all right?” I murmured.

  All she did was nod, but I needed more than that.

  “Abby. Are you okay?”

  She shifted around in my arms until her gaze met mine. That beautiful gaze I caught at the funeral.

  “Yeah, I’m okay,” she said breathlessly.

  “I have a proposition for you,” I said.

  “Oh?”

  I nodded. “I know you need protection. That much is for certain at this point.”

  “And are you going to protect me?”

  “Yes. Twenty-four-seven. For free.”

  “Uh huh. For free.”

  “Money-wise, that is. I won’t have you pay me in that kind of currency.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “And how exactly do you want me to pay you?”

  “I’ll give you my full protection, but you move in with me.”

  “What?”

  “You do everything I ask you to do.”

  She snickered. “Uh, try that again?”

  “And you get unfettered access to my credit cards.”

  She blinked. “I don’t get it.”

  “In order for me to protect you, you have to be somewhere that I can easily secure. At all times. That’s my hotel suite. Not this massive penthouse thing you’re in.”

  “You want me to move in with you.”

  “Yes. And do everything I ask of you. No questions.”

  “What if you ask me to jump off a bridge?”

  I snickered. “Then, prepare for a life raft at the bottom to catch you.”

  “What if you ask me to eat poison?”

  “Trust I have the antidote and will administer it as soon as I can.”

  “What if you ask me to climb on your cock and not stop bouncing until you say so?”

  I grinned. “Then, you better do as I ask. Unless you want that ass of yours marked with my handprints again.”

  She giggled. “You’re a beast, you know that?”

  “I’ve been called worse.”

  The sound was entrancing, that giggle of hers. And I wanted to hear more of it. More of her, in general.

  “And in exchange for all of this, you're just going to hand me you credit card,” she said.

  I nodded. “You’ll need a way to pay for things. Food. Clothes. Jewelry.”

  “I have all of that stuff here.”

  “You’re not taking any of it.”

  She blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

  I cupped her cheek. “Listen to me. You’re in serious danger with your father dead right now. I had to strip you bare and start from square one. None of your electronics or your clothes or your jewelry come with you. I don’t know if they’ve been compromised.”

  “How the hell do you compromise heels?”

  “I can think of four ways off the top of my head without getting creative.”

  She paused. “Wait, really?”

  “You’ll take my card and—”

  “How do you compromise heels? Now, I’m curious.”

  “Listen to me!”

  The bellow of my voice made her jump. And I hated the way she looked at me. With wide eyes and pale skin that was meant for someone she was afraid of.

  I didn’t want her to be afraid of me.

  “Listen to me, Abby. Because we don’t have long. If you just listen and do as I’m asking, I’ll answer questions tonight over dinner. Any, and all of them. All right?”

  She swallowed hard. “Promise?”

  I nodded. “With everything I am. But right now? I have to get ready for work. I have to make things look as if they’re normal.”

  “Wait, what?”

  I slid out of bed. “The family can’t know what’s going on.”

  “But aren’t they going to be worried about me getting taken?”

  “They don’t know what happened last night.”

  She sat up in bed. “What!?”

  I tossed her a hard glare. “Keep your voice down. Questions tonight, remember?”

  She sighed. “Fine. Okay. Yes. I agree to your insane plan. But under one condition.”

  “You don’t make the conditions.”

  “Yes, I do. Since I’m technically paying you, just not with money.”

  I growled. “What?”

  “Have my stuff cleared so I can get it back. Some of this stuff is very personal to me. Things my father—”

  I slid my boxers up my body and nodded.

  “I’ll make sure it happens so you can get it back. But it’ll take me a few days,” I said.

  She nodded. “Thank you, Brody.”

  I grinned. “You’re welcome, Abby. And I promise you, with all I’ve got, I will find your kidnapper.”

  “Any leads as to who it is right now?”

  I reached for my pants. “Honestly?”

  “I’d appreciate it, yes.”

  I stepped into them. “I think it’s the same person who killed your father.”

  As I buttoned my pants up, I tried to get a read on her reaction. But there was none. I mean, there was a bit of pain in her eyes. A soft furrow of her brow that indicated the possibility of holding back tears. But nothing else other than that.

  Odd.

  “You said hotel suite, right?” Abby asked.

  I reached for my shirt. “Yes.”

  “So, you’re not staying with Fiona? Isn’t that where the entire family’s staying?”

  “I had to leave the house. Uncle Martin’s become somewhat of a… nightmare to be around. He’s been letting himself in a lot. I can’t think there.”

  “So, you got a hotel room.”

  “Suite.”

  “And where is it?”

  I pulled it over my head. “Well, you’re in luck.”

  She cocked her head. “Why?”

  I smiled. “Because my mother and I have similar tastes, apparently.”

  She snickered. “You’re staying at this hotel.”

  “I’m three floors down. On the west side. I like sunsets much more than sunrises.”

  “Mmm, noted.”

  My cock jumped at her hum. “Come on. Get up. Get dressed. I’m going to escort you to my room and get it cleared.”

  “Do you want me to check out of—”

  “No,” I said curtly.

  She held up her hands. “Geez. Fine. You always wound this tight?”

  “When it comes to someone’s life on the life? Absolute
ly. Don’t do anything less—or more—than exactly as I ask.”

  She slipped out of bed. “Okay. Got it.”

  “We’re going to keep this reservation open in case someone’s tracking you. A change in the hotel docket is going to signal a problem to someone.”

  “Make it look like I’m still here, got it. Another good reason not to take my stuff.”

  “Exactly. You’re catching on. Now, you ready?”

  She snickered. “Can you give me a second?”

  “I’ll give you two, but that’s it.”

  She giggled again, and the sound exploded like fireworks in my brain. It sounded heavenly. And I was so glad I wiggled my way into getting her to stay with me.

  I’d have a lot of fun unwinding with her after work.

  “All right. Ready when you are,” Abby said.

  “Follow me. And stay close,” I said. “And when I leave you in the hotel, you don’t go anywhere. Got it?”

  “How am I supposed to get clothes if—”

  “No. Where.”

  She sighed. “Fine, fine. Nowhere. Got it. Geez. I’ll find a way to make do.”

  7

  Abby:

  “Remember, you aren’t to go—”

  I rolled my eyes. “Holy fuck, Brody. Just go.”

  “What did you say to me?”

  He whipped around and gripped my upper arms. He stared into my eyes with that heated gaze of his. His nostrils, flaring with every breath. There was something scary about it. Something fearful. And yet, something alluring.

  Why are you this way, Brody?

  “Be safe, okay? And I promise you, I’m not going anywhere,” I said.

  His hands loosened their grip. “Good. We’ll talk when I’m back in for the night. Use the card for whatever you need.”

  Then, he shoved the piece of plastic into my hand.

  He turned and slipped out the door, closing it softly behind him. An odd movement for such a commanding and controlling man. I turned around and looked at the hotel suite laid out in front of me. Not nearly as nice as what I had been in. Very modest. Then again, this was Brody. And Brody seemed like a very modest individual.