Locke Brothers Series

by Ashley, Victoria

  I reach out and grab his face, running my hands over it, looking for any cuts, before I move down to his chest and arms. Instant relief takes over once I realize that the blood isn’t his.

  But then something else moves through me at the fact this isn’t his blood.

  “I’m fine.” He reaches out and grabs my waist with a small growl, yanking me against his hard body. He moves his hips slightly, showing me that he’s hard. “But I need to shower and get this prick’s blood off me.”

  I let out a surprised gasp as Sterling picks me up and begins walking past his brothers and Kadence and into the house.

  Even when we reach the bathroom, he keeps a hold on me as he pushes open the shower curtain to turn on the water.

  “Is Kevin…” I can’t even finish saying the words.

  “He’s still breathing…” He places his blood-covered forehead to mine and sets me down on my feet. “I didn’t want him to be when I left, but I let him as a reminder of how badly he fucked up. I wanted him to suffer a pain far worse than a quick death and trust me, he’s suffering right now with half his face missing.”

  The vision of what Kevin must look like now, after Sterling having his violent way with him oddly makes me smile. Maybe I’m just as savage and twisted as the Lockes.

  “He didn’t hurt you at all?” I run my finger over his cheek, wiping some of Kevin’s blood off and watch as he clenches his jaw and moans. “He didn’t touch you?”

  He shakes his head, looking me over with his amber-colored eyes as if he wants to ravish me. “No, baby. He didn’t lay a finger on me and he’ll never lay another finger on you. Not for as long as I fucking live.”

  With that he kicks his boots off and lifts me up. His lips crash hard against mine, claiming every part of my fucking soul and owning me irrevocably. He steps into the shower and presses me against the wall with force.

  His hands work at my shirt, lifting it up and over my head before he tosses it aside and begins running his lips up my neck.

  There’s blood washing down our bodies and down the drain and even that isn’t enough to make this moment any less perfect. I’m with Sterling Locke and that’s all that matters right now.

  His strong body against mine. His teeth digging into my flesh as he continues to undress me. That’s all I’m focused on, but I’m pretty sure the way Sterling takes care of a woman’s needs is enough to distract someone even from death.

  Before I know it, Sterling is crouched down in front of me, ripping my pants and thong from my body before he begins to make his way back up, running his tongue along my flesh.

  I tug at his wet hair, pulling him up to let him know that I need him inside me. I need him filling every part of my body and soul.

  I want him to make love to me before my entire body explodes with need…

  * * *

  Sterling

  I lose it when she tugs on my hair and I want nothing more than to be inside her, claiming every inch of her tight little body.

  Grabbing the back of my soaked shirt, I lift it up over my head and toss it outside the shower. I quickly strip myself of my jeans and boxer briefs until I’m standing nude before Wynter.

  It’s the first time she’s seen me fully naked and from her wide-eyed stare, I’d say she’s more than impressed with what I have to offer her. Maybe even a little scared of me hurting her.

  But I’ll never hurt her. All I want to do is make her feel good. And I will. Fucking hell, I’ll make her feel so damn good she’s screaming my name and begging me for more.

  I pull her body close to mine again, cup the back of her head, and slam my mouth on hers. I force my tongue between her lips, stroking her, making her moan.

  I mouth-fuck her like I’ll be doing between her thighs soon enough.

  Moving around to bite her neck, I turn around and press her back to the wall. I move my hand down her hip and curve it around her ass. I give the mound a squeeze, her skin wet, soft. I'm so hard, stiff like an iron rod between us.

  I lift her leg up and wrap it around my hip, grinding myself against her, needing her to see what she does to me. The little sound she makes has me groaning like an animal.

  “You see what you do to me?” I say against her mouth, kissing her between the words, making her see exactly the kind of arousal I have for her. “You see how hard you make me? You're the only one who can make me like this, who can make me feel this way.”

  “God, Sterling.”

  She's panting against my mouth, all but rubbing herself on me. I don't want to wait. I can't.

  “Ask me for it. Beg me for the dirty things you want.” I pull away from her and cup the side of her throat, my thumb right below her ear, feeling her pulse beating rapidly. I stare into her eyes, seeing her pupils dilate, and feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest as it presses against mine.

  Yeah, she's primed for me, ready for me to thrust into her and fuck her good and hard.

  “Go on, baby. Tell me what you want me to do. Show me where you want me.”

  And then she takes my hand in hers and places it right between her thighs, right over her hot, soaking pussy. I clench my jaw, gritting my teeth at the feel of her. And then I slip two fingers into her cunt, stretching her for me.

  “Right here, Sterling. I want you right here.” She breathes those words out, her warm breath tickling my neck.

  I start pumping my fingers in and out of her and move my thumb to her clit, rubbing it back and forth, over and over again. The sexy little sound she makes goes straight to my fucking cock.

  Before I can come right here, just get off all over her and the bathroom tile, I pull my fingers out and hold them up. I show her the glistening digits and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean.

  “Ask me for it,” I demand, needing her to say the words. “Ask me to fuck you, to fill your tight little pussy and come inside you.”

  “Give it to me, Sterling. I want you inside me. All of you and only you.”

  “Fuck yes, baby.”

  And just like that I grab my cock and stroke it a few times before placing the tip at her entrance. I stare right in her eyes, and without waiting another minute, without torturing us further, I thrust all of my inches into her.

  She throws her head back, her mouth opening, her eyes closing. Wynter cries out, maybe from the sudden movement, or maybe because I'm splitting her in two.

  This way right here, me inside her, our bodies molded together, is the only pain I’ll ever give her.

  But as her hands go to my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh, I know she likes it. She finally looks at me, this flush stealing over her face.

  “God. Yes.”

  I start pumping in and out of her, unable to stop myself from the frenzied motions, unable to be gentle. I have my hands on her hips, digging them into her sensitive skin, most likely leaving marks.

  But I want to leave bruises on her flesh to replace the memories of the bad ones. I want her to look in the mirror and see what I have done to her, how I’ve claimed her.

  And I won’t stop, not until she is fully mine. I’ll make Wynter see that to me she is everything.

  I growl out and quickly flip her around so that her front is against the shower wall, her ass facing me, ready for me to take her in ways that no other man ever has.

  I’ve already made it fully known to her that I plan to claim every part of her body and I won’t be completely satisfied until I do just that.

  The way her tight little round ass is spread for me, her asshole waiting for me to take it, has me close to losing my shit and coming all over her.

  But I’m not done with her sweet little cunt yet, so I place my hand to the back of her neck and thrust back inside of her. She screams out and curls her fingers against the shower wall, the sound of her pleasure echoing throughout the small bathroom.

  I have no doubt that my brothers and Kadence can hear every last noise we make in here, but I couldn’t care less. I’ll let them listen to me clai
m my girl so it’s just as clear to them as it is to her that she’s mine.

  I want the whole fucking world to know.

  Wynter releases a moan against my arm as I continue to fill her with my cock, making her take every inch of me.

  “I want all of you,” she says, out of breath. “I want you to take all of me as well. Every last bit of me.”

  My lips turn into a savage smile as I slowly pull out of her tight little pussy and move the head of my cock up to meet her asshole.

  I feel her tense up, so I place my lips against her neck and gently kiss it as a way to distract her from me slowly entering her from behind.

  I smooth my fingers along her pussy, coating them with her wetness, and moving it back up to her ass. I lube her hole up good, make her primed for me, ready for me to stretch her ass.

  But I know that’s not enough. I move away from her only long enough to grab some lube from the bathroom drawer, one I’ve used to jerk off to while I thought about her.

  I pop the cap and spread the liquid over my dick before putting a hefty amount on my fingers and smoothing it along her asshole.

  She leans her head back, letting out a small painful noise. I quickly bite her neck, drawing the pain somewhere else, until I can push my cock halfway in.

  I move slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the mixture of pain and pleasure, before I finally push all my inches in and stop.

  I’m buried balls deep in her tight little ass. “Am I the first to be back here, baby?” She nods for me and I growl out low. The fact that I’m the first and only one to ever claim her this way has me almost coming, but I stop myself.

  “Fuck, baby.” I press my lips against her ear and slowly begin moving in and out as I scrape her flesh with my teeth. “This ass is mine...” I reach around to rub my thumb over her clit. “This pussy is mine. And this cock…” I thrust hard inside of her, causing her to groan out and dig her nails into my arm. “Is yours. I’m yours…”

  “Say it again,” she whispers against my arm.

  “I’m yours.” I smile against her neck before kissing it. “I’m Sterling Locke and I fucking belong to you. Every last bit of me.”

  “Yes…” she moans. “I love the sound of that.”

  “Me, too,” I admit. “Now hold on tight, baby. I’ve been about as gentle as I can be.”

  I pull out of her ass and let the water wash over me as I quickly swipe my hand over the bar of soap on the wall and wipe it over my dick. My jaw clenches hard as I slam back into her tight pussy, fucking her so hard that I’m pushing her up the shower wall with each thrust.

  This has her biting my arm so hard that I won’t be surprised if she’s drawn blood. But I want that, need it. I need her to leave her mark on me just as badly as I need to leave mine on her.

  I keep moving my hips, taking her hard and deep until I feel her pussy clenching around my cock, causing me to come deep inside of her.

  “Fuck, baby…” I reach around to grab the front of her neck before I trail kisses up and down her back, while fighting to catch my breath.

  I can hear her struggling to slow her breathing as she goes limp in my arms, my body holding her up against the wall.

  “I’ve imagined this moment for a really long time. What it would feel like for you to take me. How rough you’d be.”

  I pull out of her gently and turn her around, placing my wet body against hers. “And?” I grab her hand and gently kiss her fingers as the water runs down them. “Was I too rough for you?”

  She smiles and shakes her head. “I think I’d like you to be rougher next time. I want to feel you inside me weeks later and not just days because that’s what you do to me. You make me want to feel your pain… want to feel you. All of you.”

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking perfect for me.” I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I slam my lips against hers, needing to feel her breath against my mouth. Needing to feel her want for me.

  “Let’s go get some rest. I have somewhere I want to take you later. Just the two of us.”

  I reach over and turn the shower water off before stepping out of the tub with her still in my arms.

  There’s nothing I love more than taking care of my woman and she’s going to feel that with every fucking breath I take.

  And that’s exactly why I need to take her to where my love for her first started. A place I visit often late at night just to clear my head.

  She’s part of the reason I kept fighting when all I felt like doing was giving up.

  15

  Wynter

  I slept so good last night that I feel like energy is running through me at a high rate. But then a good fucking, and sleeping next to the man I love can do that to a person, I suppose.

  I’m surprised when Sterling walks over to his motorcycle and straddles it with a cocky grin, while looking me over. “Get on.”

  I move over to him and he grabs my hand, helping me onto the back before he hands me his helmet to put on.

  I can’t contain my excitement as I quickly strap it on and loosely wrap my arms around Sterling’s body, placing my hands on his firm chest.

  He lets out this animalistic growl and grabs my hands, pulling them farther around him so that I have a better grip. “Hold on, baby.” His body vibrates as a deep laugh moves through him, before he lowers my hands down his ripped abs and down to his hard dick. “Even if it’s onto my cock. Just hold on tight.”

  Electricity shoots through my body and down to my pussy, remembering how it felt for him to take me just hours ago in the shower.

  I love the way he’s so bold with me and just says and does what he wants with no fucks given.

  Turns me on so damn much.

  I squeeze his dick and gently bite his ear before moving my hands back up his body and gripping tightly onto his chest, to let him know there’s no way I’m letting go. Then I rest my head against his back, moving in as closely as I can. “I’m ready.”

  “Good, because I think we both need fast right now. A little escape from this fucked-up reality.”

  As if he was waiting to make sure I’m secure, he revs the engine a few times before taking off fast.

  I have to admit that I’m a little nervous since it’s my first time on a motorcycle, but the idea of Sterling being the one in control is keeping me cool and calm.

  I trust him with my life more than anyone.

  And why shouldn’t I? He’s already proven the lengths he’ll go to make sure anyone who hurt me will pay with blood. Lots of blood.

  Oddly, that makes me feel safer than I have my entire life.

  It’s not long before we’re pulling up at our old high school. He gets off only long enough to jimmy the lock on the fence that keeps people off of school property. Once he’s back on the bike he’s driving through the grass, toward the football field.

  Old memories of Sterling walking through the halls with bruises covering his body, his dark gaze trained on me as we passed each other take over and I find myself wanting to be closer to him.

  I find myself wanting to comfort the quiet, dark soul that I spent my days and nights thinking about and wondering what his life must’ve been like.

  Not once did I ever think I’d be pulling up back at this place in the middle of the night and on the back of a Locke brother’s motorcycle, no less.

  “Do you come here often?” I find myself asking once we stop. “It feels so… I don’t know. I haven’t been here in years.”

  He’s quiet as he cuts the engine and helps me off his bike. He looks around at the field as he pulls my helmet off and sets it on the seat. “I like to come here at night and think. It helps get my head off all the fucked-up shit my brothers and I deal with on the daily. When we came here… it was the one place I could go and not have to worry about what my parents would do next. How they would hurt my brothers and me. I knew that as soon as I walked through those doors that I had at least seven hours where I could breathe easy and not have to w
atch our backs.”

  His words break my heart.

  “Unless it was me asking for the trouble, but I was always prepared for that.”

  It's like this thick silence descends upon us after he speaks. I know he's reliving that time in his life and I hate it. I want to take it away from him, want to make him only feel happiness and love.

  He takes my hand and leads me toward the center of the football field. There are a few security lights on, but the only other illumination comes from the full moon above us.

  I remember coming to some of the games when I was younger, not really caring about it, but just wanting to get away from the control of my father. Even though I had moved away after graduating, he was still an unpleasant and demanding presence in my life.

  He had always tried to control me, and even breaking away hadn't stopped that. It had helped, given me a little bit of my own life back. But still he saw me as this child that needed to be molded and controlled.

  He ruined my mother that way and I refused to let him do the same to me. That’s why I left, but it seemed I put myself in the same fucked-up situation anyway with Kevin.

  Sterling stops in the center of the field and we both sit down. He pulls me in close so I'm resting right up against his body. For long moments we don't say anything, but I don't need us talking to feel comfortable around him.

  We both lay back and I rest my head on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart. It's strong, just like him.

  I take his hand in mine and intertwine our fingers. It's nice spending time with him, just enjoying nothing but each other. The silence is comforting even.

  I don't want this night to end. I don't want to have to go back to reality, to the fact I still have to deal with my father, or what happened with Kevin.

  “Do you ever think about the future?” I ask but stare at the stars above, continuing to listen to his heart beating, wondering if he sees a future for himself.

  I know the Locke brothers are hardcore and violent, that they live on the edge and take one day at a time. But do they think about what they want in the long run?