QUIVER, BOOK FOUR (A DARK ROMANCE)

by Laura Avery

  “Speaking of sexy,” I mumbled.

  He moved closer to me, pushing his bare hardness between my legs, reminding me just how big the hammer he had hanging between his legs was. And he wanted to shove it inside of me. “Don’t be nervous, little lamb, this is how it’s supposed to be.”

  “You’re so big.” I ran my hand up and down his broad chest.

  He grinned and took my fingers in his, pushing it down to his cock. “You think that’s big, huh?” He started to move my hand up and down over him rapidly, jerking him slightly before pushing my hand away forcefully and pushing on top of me. “I’m going to rub my cock over your tight little pussy now, Emery.”

  I could feel him already getting started, pushing his huge tip up and down the outside of my tenderness as he teased me and, God, did it feel good. I started growing wet all over again, especially when I felt his breathing pick up above me showing me just how turned on he was.

  He kissed me deeply and sucked on my tongue and lips for what felt like forever as my center throbbed underneath him. His hips ground into mine, getting our bodies into a rhythm and he pulled back hungrily, all the pain from his eyes that had rested there earlier was gone and replaced with a hunger so deep it startled me, he was going to devour every inch of me, I could already feel it starting.

  “I need to be inside of you, Emery.” He inched his cock forward, keeping his eyes on mine as he slid forward and inserted the start of his manhood into my center. “Fuck,” he mumbled right away, moving in just an inch more. “You really are tight, aren’t you, baby?”

  “I’ve never had anything inside of me before.” I yelped softly at the temporary pain and he stopped moving right away, pushing the top of his body slightly to the side.

  “Shh,” he whispered into my hair. “It’s okay, baby, I got you.”

  He pushed into my center even more and I felt the confinement of my walls starting to stretch around him, obeying his commands. I dug my nails into his chest and let out a soft scream. “Fuck!”

  “It’s going to hurt at first, Emery, just try to relax.”

  I moved my hand down between us, desperate to see how much of him I was taking. It felt like his entire cock was consuming me, pushing the edge of my curtains further and further apart. To my horror, once I actually felt his hardness, I realized he was nowhere near all the way inside of me. “You’re barely inside of me at all!” I said in a panic.

  He pushed into me harder and groaned. “Trust me, I’m in you.”

  “You’re just huge!” I snapped at him as if it was a bad thing. A jolt of pleasure took over my thighs and I slapped my nails harder into his back. “Oh. Oh, God!”

  He kissed me hard and pulled back, resting his head on top of mine as he slowly pumped himself in and out of me over and over again. “Your pussy is so wet, baby, it wanted me so bad.” His eyes burned into mine as he moved, reminding me how intensely I belonged to him. “It’s the best feeling I’ve had in a long time, Emery, knowing that I’m the only one who’s ever been inside of this tight good girl cunt.”

  My arms laced around his back and I pulled him down into my neck, enjoying the way he felt inside of me. I had been so scared it would hurt, so scared I would freak out but once I got over the un-comfortableness all I could feel was the satisfaction and pleasure that came along with finally having him. It was like his body had been molded especially for me, made to fit into mine exactly.

  “Jackson!” I tried to hold him ever closer.

  “My little lamb, you’re so tight, it feels so fucking good.” Up and down his body went, starting to pick up speed. “I need to feel more of you, you want to feel more of this cock, Emery. I know you do.”

  Before I could respond more of him was inside of me and I felt like I was seeing stars. My hips tingled and I screamed out loudly, unable to hold it in any longer. Jackson pushed his lips on top of mine right away, muffling my pleasure with his own and letting the sound disappear into the back of his throat.

  I loved the feeling of having him so close to me, loved being able to help him forget all the pain that had been consuming his mind before we walked into this room. He felt so perfect inside of me; like he belonged there, and I couldn’t help but feel like I belonged inside of him, too. Emotionally I wanted him to remember this moment, I wanted to help him heal, to show him that I still saw good in him, even if he didn’t see it in himself.

  So I took a risk, a big risk.

  All I could do was hope that it would work.

  Hope that it wouldn’t blow up in my face.

  This is a bad idea.

  I ignored that voice and yanked Jackson harder inside of me, wrapping my arms so tight around his neck that I could feel his defined muscles sinking into my fingertips. I pushed my lips to his ear and sucked gently before whispering the words that were threatening to tip over my tongue. “You’re good.”

  Jackson froze for half a second, confused. I gave him no time to react, moving my body with his more forcefully, continuing to get him off. Once he started pumping inside of me again I repeated the same two words over and over again. “You’re good. You’re good.”

  I wasn’t sure if he was processing my words or if he was too turned on to fight me on it but his speed picked up and his breathing increased as he started pounding rougher and harder into me. I held onto him for dear life, not allowing an inch of space between our grinding bodies.

  “Jackson,” I whispered again. “You’re good.”

  I could feel his body and cock starting to shake and I knew he was close to the edge but I felt myself release before him, soaking my wetness and cum all over him. I had never cum twice in a row like that before, never had my body feel so good and filled with the need and want of more at the same time before.

  “You’re good, you’re good.”

  Jackson lunged himself one last time inside of me before I felt his cock start to jerk and I knew he was about to explode. I shook my head in a half panic. He wasn’t going to cum inside of me, was he? “Pull out,” I said eagerly, already knowing it was too late.

  “Never,” he replied huskily. “I want every drop of me inside of you.” His cock started pulsating for a few strokes and then I felt him release rapidly and I knew he had cum. Satisfaction came over his face and his eyes closed slightly before he pulled out of me gently and collapsed onto the bed next to me. His breathing was heavy; as if he had just run a marathon and was now expected to sprint for the finish line.

  I stared at the ceiling in shock. I had never experienced anything like that in my life. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I had sex with Jackson Lucas just like I had always wanted. I couldn’t help the small smile that was forming on my face. It vanished when I looked down and saw the blood that was flowing freely between my legs.

  I jolted up, humiliated. “Crap,” I pressed my legs together.

  Jackson sat up next to me. “What? What’s wrong?” He followed my gaze and frowned. “That’s normal, Emery, it’s your first time, nothing to get worked up about.”

  I looked over at him, mortified to find blood on his cock. “Oh, God.”

  Jackson shook his head and chuckled. “I didn’t even notice.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “Would you if you were finally in the pussy you had been debriding yourself from for six fucking years?” He sunk his hand into my shoulder. “And it was even better than you imagined.”

  I blushed immediately and he smirked. “Keep blushing like that and I’ll bend you over that bed and show you just how dominant I can be, my little lamb.” The look in his eye showed just how much he meant it. “You can get cleaned up in there.” He gestured to a door on the other side of the room that I assumed led to a bathroom. “And then come and meet me downstairs, okay?” His grip was still wound tightly around me.

  “Downstairs?” I gulped.

  “Hey.” He moved his hand to my cheek. “He’s not going to touch you.”

  I half nodded, knowing he meant Liam right away.
r />   How could I really believe that, though?

  Jackson and I might have had sex but nothing had really changed between the two of us, had it? Not the way I wanted it to. I slowly moved up from the bed and headed for the door, giving him one last look before I disappeared behind it.

  Once again, left alone to clean up the mess Jackson had made.

  Chapter Five

  “Liam fucking Lucas.”

  EMERY

  The party was still in full effect when I walked downstairs a half hour later. I guess Morgan and Pierce hadn’t had much luck in getting people out of there. It took me forever to find them because the house was so big but once I did I almost wished that I hadn’t.

  Pierce had a different girl than the one who had approached us earlier in the hallway perched between his legs as he trailed his hands up and down her ass. Morgan sat next to him glumly, acting like she barely noticed. Jackson was leaning against the counter in the back of them with his arms crossed, his eyes focusing intently on the person standing next to him. The person I had been trying my best not to think about for the last two years, the person who had been a direct result of more than one of my nightmares.

  Liam fucking Lucas.

  A small chill ran up my back and I felt frozen, unable to think straight, unable to move, unable to do anything. He looked just as stunningly terrifying as the last time I had seen him, the night that he had been taken away in handcuffs, staying silent as he watched Charlotte and me intently. He hadn’t needed to say anything, he was saying enough with his eyes.

  He was swearing revenge on us.

  And I had slept with one eye open ever since.

  Liam’s dark hair was crazy and his eyes trained in on me immediately, as if he could sense me watching him. He wasted no time jolting toward me, his large frame dominating the space between us as his brown eyes narrowed in on me. “Who sent you that video?” he demanded, narrowing in on me. “Where the fuck did you get it?”

  I looked around him for Jackson, feeling uneasy.

  “Relax. Your boyfriend made it clear I can’t have any fun with you,” he paused and then smirked evilly. “Not yet anyway.” He grabbed my arm and started to yank me after him back toward the other side of the room. “Now you’re going to tell me everything you know about this supposed mystery tape.”

  Morgan jumped up right away but Pierce dropped the girl on his lap to the ground and pushed her back down in place. “Don’t,” he ordered down at her. “Mind your own business for once.”

  “Fuck you!” she spat, slapping his hand away from her.

  Liam released me roughly and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, do my brothers know how to pick them or what?” He took a step away from me. “You two need to relax, if I wanted to hurt her, she’d already be dead.” He glanced at Jackson. “Lucky for my brother I’m a patient man.”

  Jackson stayed where he was, showing no emotion and I scowled at him.

  “Unless you think you have a reason to feel guilty, Emery, you know for making up stories about me and practically ruining my life. For such a good girl you sure do some bad things, don’t you?” He moved on before I could protest. “So, why don’t you go ahead and tell us how you came across a tape that was buried a long fucking time ago?”

  “I-I don’t know,” I said, starting to stutter. “I just got an anonymous text to go there and press play, I don’t know who sent it. I didn’t even know what I was walking into when I went in there.”

  “Well, that’s convenient,” Liam huffed.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Morgan hollered.

  “It means she doesn’t exactly have the best track record for being honest.” Liam glanced at Jackson. “We all know she likes to go around making up stories.”

  “You’re a jerk, Liam!” Morgan started toward him angrily.

  “Shut her up or I will,” Liam told Pierce.

  Pierce grabbed her around the stomach. “Down, girl.”

  “There is something else,” I whispered.

  Jackson snapped his head toward me.

  “Surprise, surprise,” Liam hissed.

  I cleared my throat and took a step closer to Jackson nervously. “A few days ago a guy came to my door and told me he was going to help me get away from Jackson, he said he had a way out for me.” I bit down on my lip. “He took off before I could ask who he was and the next day some adoption papers showed up at my door that were Pierce’s.”

  Pierce tensed in Morgan’s grip.

  Jackson moved forward right away, grabbing my arm. “This shit has been going on for days and you didn’t say a word, Emery? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

  “What did the guy look like?” Liam snapped.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Tall, kind of lanky, blonde hair. I didn’t really get a good look, it all happened so fast.” I glanced up at Jackson. “I’m sorry, I know I should have told you but…”

  He silenced me with his gaze and I snapped my mouth shut.

  The message was clear; I was going to pay for this later.

  I had been a bad girl and I had to be punished.

  “You’re useless,” Liam said with rage and then he turned his dark eyes to his brother. “This is your fucking fault. You’ve been sloppy, distracted. Too busy taking her pathetic virginity to focus on what’s right in front of you.” Liam moved closer to him. “Whatever happens as a result of this situation is on you.”

  I moved closer to Jackson off impulse when I saw his hands tighten at his sides. The same pain that had been present earlier was returning as a result of his older brothers presence. The pain I had spent the last few hours trying to get rid of.

  I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned up. “You’re good, Jackson, remember that.” It didn’t have the same effect as it had upstairs; this time it pissed him off.

  His body went ridged and he pushed me away from him, sliding his hand across the counter in back of him and sending the numerous glass bottles resting there onto the floor with a loud crash. “Stop fucking saying that shit! You hear me? I’m not! I never will be!”

  I lunged back from the glass, shocked. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “You know what’s fucking wrong with me! Stop trying to create something in me that’s not there! Like upstairs in my bed, what the fuck was that, Lamb?” He shook his head. “You think because my cock is inside of you I won't realize how absolutely insane you sound?”

  I looked down at the ground; humiliated he had just announced to the whole room what we had been doing upstairs. He kicked the chair in front of him, still worked up.

  “You’re out of control,” Liam said, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can’t function straight around her, it’s starting to affect the rest of us.” He glanced at Pierce for a brief moment. “I mean, are you proud of yourself? Betraying your blood for a piece of ass?”

  Pierce took a warning step forward. “Liam, don’t.”

  “No,” Liam said, ignoring his warning. “I want to hear him say it.”

  “Say what?” Jackson’s chest was rising up and down fiercely with anger; he was getting pumped up for a fight. “What the fuck does my perfect big brother want to hear me say?”

  “Fucking say it,” Liam whispered against cleaned teeth.

  Silence.

  “Say it!” Liam pushed his brother. “Say it!”

  “Jackson,” Pierce moved forward.

  “Fucking say it, Jackson!”

  “I was never going to let you kill her!”

  “And why not?” Liam challenged, finally sounding satisfied.

  “Because I fucking love her!”

  He what?

  “Shit,” Pierce mumbled.

  “There it is,” Liam said with disgust. “Finally.”

  “Is that what you wanted to fucking here?” Jackson ranted angrily. “That I love her as much as someone like us is able to? Yes, whatever the fuck is going on inside of me isn’t normal. It doesn’t mean I’m going to disown my blo
od over it, doesn’t mean I’m ever going to forgive her for what she did to you!”

  “I didn’t do ANYTHING!” I hollered, suddenly feeling brave.

  “Stay out of this, lamb,” Jackson seethed with caution.

  “I didn’t have a choice!” I protested, starting to feel choked up. “She was so scared! So ruined! I couldn’t let her go through that alone! I was the only witness!”

  “You didn’t witness shit and you know it, you bitch,” Liam glared at me.

  “She was terrified… she was…”

  “She was into it!” Liam interrupted.

  His words took me even more by surprise than Jackson’s sudden proclaim of love for me. Was he honestly going to sit here and tell me I hadn’t walked into the horror film of a situation I had seen that night all those months ago? Time could erase a lot but not memories like that. “Charlotte was not into it.”

  “Of course she was and you fucking know it. We had the same kind of intense fucked up situation that you and my brother have going on, a constant cat and mouse game until you two came up with your little story to put an end to it once and for all.” Liam looked away from me, like even the thought of it was too much to talk about.

  “No,” I protested. “There’s no way.”

  “It’s true.” Pierce sighed, finally speaking up. “It had been going on for years.” He looked sincere as he pulled Morgan tighter to his side, holding her close to him. She must have sensed that he needed her because she didn’t protest like normal, nuzzling gently into him instead.

  I shook my head. “No… that…”

  “You didn’t know?” Jackson finally spoke.

  “Of course I didn’t! You can’t know something that isn’t true!”

  “It’s true,” Jackson said firmly. “Are you saying she didn’t tell you?”

  “She told me what we told everyone else! That she was being attacked!” I glanced back and forth between the three of them like a bobblehead. “You’re lying, all of you, she wouldn’t do that. Charlotte wouldn’t lie to me. Why would she…”

  “Maybe because you walked in on something fucked up then proceeded to scream and bring the whole fucking party into the room,” Liam snapped. “What the fuck would her preacher father think? He would have sent her away to some camp for the emotionally damaged to get her cult mindset back in place.”