by Hamel, B. B.
I laughed as we climbed back into the car. The nightmare wasn’t over, but we knew who it was.
There was a lot more work to do, and a bunch of divorce papers I still needed signed, despite all the insanity that had distracted me from that.
But for the first time since we had gotten the blackmail letter, I felt confident. I felt safe.
Because Cole was driving.
Chapter Fourteen: Cole
I followed Alexa back into the house, my mind a rush of anger.
The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. At first it almost seemed funny, but it was definitely anything but. Of all the people I thought it might be, I never would have expected one of my mother’s employees. True, she tended to hire pretty intense and ruthless humans, but I never thought they’d go after their boss’s children.
That took a particularly fucked up asshole. Unfortunately, I never paid my mother’s business one bit of attention, so I didn’t know a thing about this assistant. But if I had to guess, she would probably be just like a miniature version of Cindy, except young and ambitious.
Maybe she thought that blackmailing the two of us could somehow lead to her advancement in the company. Or maybe she just wanted the money and would quit once she got it.
But none of that made sense. She was only asking for a few thousand dollars and nothing more. She could have planned to push for more money, but why not go for a higher number from the start?
It just made no damn sense. I knew I was missing something, and it was right out of my grasp. I was so close to it and yet so damn far away.
I was pissed. I knew I wasn’t in a good place to mess around with Alexa, and so instead of following her upstairs, I went down into the basement to do another workout.
I settled right into my workout routine as soon as I got down there, not wasting any time. The whole blackmail thing, along with wanting to fuck my stepsister slash wife more than anything else, were all combining to keep my mind off my game. And I needed my mind on fighting now more than ever.
If I was going to fight Trent and win, I couldn’t have any distractions. It was the most dangerous fight of my life, and one single slip would ruin it for me. But it wasn’t like I could just turn my back on Alexa, even if I was that type of shithead. Despite everything about me, I kept thinking about being married to her.
I didn’t think it would matter, not at first. It was just a stupid game, after all, a way to fuck with my frustratingly hot stepsister. But as the days wore on and we got further and further tangled together, I found myself liking that we were married. Not in some lame, lovey-dovey, pathetic way, but it made our bond that much stronger. I didn’t want a wife or a real marriage, but whatever we had going on made our bond a little bit more interesting, more exciting.
I had worked up a decent sweat by the time Alexa came down the steps. She stood against the wall with her arms crossed, staring at me. Eventually I stopped my reps, taking a drink of water. She was wearing a thin white T-shirt, and I could have sworn I saw her nipples poking out slightly underneath the cotton fabric.
“Wife,” I said to her. “What can I do for you?”
“Just wondering how you were doing.”
“I’m fine.”
She nodded, looking away. “Crazy day.”
“You’re not kidding.”
“We broke into some girl’s apartment. Almost got her killed chasing her down a fire escape.”
I laughed, smirking at her. She could be so damn shy sometimes, avoiding looking at me. Just to mess with her, I decided to peel my slightly damp shirt off and toss it aside. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
There you go, sis, I thought to myself. Get a good look.
“Actually, it was me that almost got killed,” I said.
“Whatever. I told you not to follow her.”
“I distinctly remember you encouraging it all.”
“That’s definitely not true.”
I shook my head, grinning at her as I walked closer. “I’m pretty sure you were rooting me on, practically cheering.”
“Put your shirt back on,” she mumbled.
I stopped less than a foot away from her. “Why? What do you care?”
“I don’t. And I wasn’t cheering you on. I was afraid you were going to kill the poor girl.”
I shook my head. “What kind of psycho do you think I am?”
“The kind that kicks in doors?”
“Okay. Fair enough. But I don’t hurt girls, and I’m not going to say that again.”
I moved even closer to her, feeling my cock straining against my shorts. Her breath came deep, and I stared as her tits lifted up along with her chest. There was definitely a hint of nipples, and I was positive she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Okay, fine,” she said. “You don’t hurt girls. I get it.”
“Look at this,” I said, stopping inches away. “Are you trying to tempt me?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“You come down here all innocent, acting like you want to chat, when really you’re not wearing a bra, and I bet you’re not wearing panties.”
“I am too wearing panties,” she said defensively.
“But no bra. Look at that.”
Not thinking, I reached up and took a handful of her hair, tipping her head back, my body close enough to graze hers.
“Cole,” she gasped. “Our parents.”
“Gone for the weekend. You know that.” I reached up and cupped one full breast, feeling her hard nipple.
She gasped and let out a low moan.
“I knew it,” I said. “You didn’t come down here to talk. You came down here to get fucked.”
“No,” she said.
My lips gently grazed her neck, and I felt a thrill run though my body. My cock was screaming to break free of my shorts, and every fiber of my being wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out.
But not yet.
“Okay then,” I whispered as my lips moved up her neck and toward her ear. “Why are you moaning like all you want is my thick cock between your legs?”
“I’m not,” she replied, and I laughed.
“You are. All I need to do is touch you and you’re practically shaking.” My hand that was cupping her tits slowly slid down her front, slipping down her tiny cotton shorts.
I nearly laughed out loud.
“You little slut,” I whispered into her ear. “You really aren’t wearing panties.”
I began to touch her soaked clit, rolling it in circles.
“Shit, Cole,” she gasped. “Okay, I’m not wearing panties.”
“You want it. Say you want me to fuck you right here.”
“No. I won’t.”
“You won’t say it? But you want it. I can tell by the way you’re panting, by how fucking slick your pussy is already.”
I began to kiss her neck softly as I worked her clit.
“Just a mistake,” she managed to say between moans. “Confused. Excited from earlier.”
“You’re certainly excited, but I think it’s because of me. You want me to fuck you deep and rough right here on the floor. And believe me, Alex, I’ve been thinking about this tight fucking pussy of yours every single day.”
As I spoke to her softly in her ear, I stroked my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy, loving the feeling of her tight cunt and slick juices. I rolled up along her clit and back inside her, causing her muscles to tense and writhe.
“I want to feel those lips wrap around my cock like back in the dressing room. But this time I won’t come in that pretty mouth.”
I rolled my fingers and she gasped my name, driving me fucking crazy.
“I’ll spread your legs nice and wide, turn you around, take your hips, and slip my thick cock deep inside you. I’ll tell you how badly you need my cock as I fuck you rough and slow.”
She grasped on to my biceps as I began to stroke her with my fingers, sliding in and out, working her a bit faster, a b
it harder. Her breath was coming in ragged and deep, soft moans escaping her lips, and the tension between us was like a fucking atom bomb.
“And as you back your little pussy back up along my hard shaft, sliding your slick little cunt up and down my length, I’ll pull your hair until you scream my name and beg me to let you come.”
I could feel a shiver run through her as I focused on her clit, rolling and running my rough fingers around her spot. “Cole,” she moaned.
“Is that what you want?” I whispered.
“Fuck. Cole. I’m so close,” she gasped.
And then I stopped, pulling my fingers from her shorts.
She stared at me like I had just murdered a puppy. “Don’t stop!”
I put one finger in my mouth, tasting her, and smirked. “Say you want me to fuck you.”
She pushed my chest. “No way.”
I laughed, coming back against her, smashing my body against hers. She gasped as she felt my hard cock press against her soaking spot.
“Say it,” I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck me,” she whispered back.
Without another word, I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her into the air. I practically carried her over to the soft exercise mat I had cleaned a few hours earlier but hadn’t used yet. I laid her down and pulled off her shorts, diving my face down between her legs.
She moaned loudly and freely as I ate her delicious little pussy, my tongue and teeth working her soaked spot. I reached up and grabbed her breasts as I pushed my tongue inside her pussy, rolling up along her clit and back down.
As I got her to the point where she couldn’t make words anymore, I pulled back. She came up at me and threw her body at me, pinning me down to the ground, grinding her soaked pussy against my hard dick. She kissed me hard, her tongue furious in my mouth, and I kissed her back. She reached down and slipped her hand under my shorts, grabbing my cock and slowly rolling her hand down my length.
She jerked me like that, using my pre-cum to move faster. I tore her shirt off and cupped her incredible breasts, kissing her neck and teasing her nipples and she jerked me.
“God I’ve wanted this body for so fucking long,” I whispered in her ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said back. “I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“I need this big cock inside me.”
I grinned at her. “Finally using the right word.”
She pouted, but I didn’t let her say anything as I crushed her mouth with my lips. She continued working my shaft, working my cock with her hand, as we pressed our bodies together.
I rolled my shorts off and yanked her ass up toward me, lying back down on the mat. She gasped as I began to suck at her clit again, and she got the idea. Her mouth began to work my cock as I sucked her little pussy, licking her clit and sliding my tongue deep inside her.
I could feel every inch of my body pulsing as she sucked on the tip of my cock, her hand working it, but she was too busy moaning to take it all. I loved feeling her moan on my hard dick, trying to suck that cock but too busy loving my tongue on her clit to do much. There was nothing better than pushing her past where she thought she could go and then making it better, taking her further.
Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed her hips off me and slid away. She looked at me, gasping, her full lips pouty and open.
“Stay there,” I said as I went to my gym bag. I fished around in a pocket until I found my condom stash.
I walked over to her, my cock rock hard, completely naked. She got onto her knees and stared at me expectantly, and that look drove me wild. It said everything, proved how badly she wanted it, proved how badly she needed me to fuck her rough and take her body.
“Turn around,” I said as I ripped open the condom. She obeyed, turning, showing me her back.
I laughed and pushed her over onto all fours. I rolled the condom over my cock and grabbed her hips, rubbing her pussy with one hand.
“Fuck, Cole,” she groaned.
“Because you’ve been such a nice little slut, I’m going to give you what you want,” I said.
“Fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”
I grabbed her hips and pressed my cock against her soaked entrance. Slowly, incredibly, I sank myself deep inside her.
It was fucking amazing.
Tight, warm, slick, and more. She put her face down onto the mat and gasped as I began to stroke in and out of her, my cock thick and full, filling her up.
“Oh my god, Cole!” she gasped. “I didn’t even think—”
“You could take me?” I finished.
“Yes. Shit yes,” she groaned.
I reached around and gently stroked her clit as I fucked her from behind.
“That’s it,” she said. “Oh yes, fuck yes. Keep doing that.”
“You get a dirty mouth when you have a cock inside you,” I grunted.
“Fuck that pussy, Cole,” she gasped.
That drove me absolutely wild.
I grabbed her hips and began to thrust inside her, slamming my cock deep. It was incredible how badly I wanted to fuck her deep and rough, make her take very inch, make her beg for more and more. I wanted to make her come on my cock, finally come nice and hard as I fucked her.
I’d been dreaming of this for over a year, dreaming of fucking her from behind, grabbing her perfect hips, slapping her thick ass, pulling her long hair. And it was more than I could have imagined, better than even possible, as I slammed myself inside her.
She worked her hips back against me, rolling and bucking, moving into my rhythm. I reached up and pulled her hair, making her gasp; she responded by working back even faster, rolling her hips.
It was like a frenzy as I fucked her. Our bodies were covered in sweat as I leaned over her, biting her ear, rubbing her clit, grabbing her hair. She said my name over and over, louder and louder, gasping and groaning, moaning loud and free.
I could feel her body tensing, and before she could reach her climax, I pulled my cock out and grabbed her hips, pulling her around and onto her back.
“I’m so close,” she moaned as I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and pressed my cock deep inside her.
“I want to look at those pretty lips when you come,” I grunted.
“Keep doing that,” she said as I fucked her deep and hard.
I reached forward and cupped her breasts, working my cock in and out, thrusting deep and long. I grabbed on to her hips as she began to work back against me, her hands up above her head and grabbed on to the base of a workout machine.
“Keep going,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Keep fucking me.”
I rubbed her clit as I slammed deep into her. She moaned, and I could tell she was close. I slipped forward, thrusting hard and deep and firm.
“Come for me,” I whispered in her ear, grabbing on to her hips. “Come nice and hard for me.”
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh fuck, Cole.”
I watched, thrusting rough and deep, as she began to come, her whole body tense, her tits rocking up and back. Her pink nipples were hard as fuck, and the way she groaned my name, over and over, as the orgasm overtook her was too much.
I felt my own orgasm come on, my cock exploding my cum hot and deep inside her as she rocked her hips, her back arched.
Together, drenched in sweat, we came and came hard. My head was buzzing with her smell as pleasure exploded through me, jolting every inch of me awake. It was like fire and lava and sea water mixing together, sending deep rivulets of steam rolling through my flesh. I came, heat and more heat, filling her, fucking her, taking her body, making her mine.
And then it slowly came to an end. I slipped myself from her and lay on my back, breathing deep and slow. She put her head on my chest and laughed.
“Wow,” was all she said.
“Yeah,” I grunted back.
For a few moments, my mind was blank. There was nothing but Alexa, her body, her body with m
ine.
As we got dressed, she sighed and leaned up against the wall. “We should probably talk.”
“No need,” I grunted.
“About Madison.”
I shrugged. “Seems obvious. She’s the culprit. We confront her and this will end.”
“Might not end.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“She still has leverage.”
“Yeah, but we do too. I’m sure my mother has a file on her as thick as my thighs with plenty of dirt.”
“And how will you explain why you need something like that? If it even exists.”
I smirked at her. “It exists, trust me. My mother can be a fucking snake.”
Alexa nodded skeptically. “Yeah, well, maybe, but I’m not convinced.”
“I’ll handle Cindy,” I said.
“Fine. You can do that. But leave Madison to me.”
“You didn’t exactly do well with the last one.”
She shrugged. “Marla was a wild card, but I understand people like Madison. Trust me.”
I looked at her for a second. “I’m not sure if it’s because I had the best orgasm of my life in that tight pussy of yours or if I’m just an idiot, but okay. She’s all yours.”
Alexa gaped at me then laughed. “Best of your life?”
I grinned at her. “Don’t act like I didn’t make your sweet cunt feel things you didn’t know were possible.”
She smiled and looked away. “Maybe.”
Before I could reply, my phone began to ring. I walked over to my bag and fished it out, looking at the number.
Alexa was already walking upstairs. “Take it. See you later.”
I watched her disappear upstairs and then reluctantly took the call.
“What?” I said.
“Cole Redson?”
I paused. “Who’s this?”
“Cole, this is Mark Mayer. I represent Trent Cook.”
“Mark. You’re the manager.”
“Sure am. So as I’m sure you’ve heard by now. Trent wants a fight.”
I could feel the thrill run though me again. “I’m in.”
“Good,” Mark said. “Great. Two Saturdays from now?”
