PUSH: Ultra Alpha MMA Badboy Mafia Romance (Southside Brotherhood Book 2)

by Wyatt, Dani

  Now what? God, where are we going?

  After a nerve-wracking ten minutes of winding streets and her own thoughts, Lilly pulled to a stop behind the Bronco and realized her panties were wet.

  When she saw Flynn’s worn, black boots emerge from the open car door, just that first glimpse of him brought the entire sleepless night back in a wave that sucked her breath away and had her head on the steering wheel.

  He moved like a man that held no quarter. Each step was exactly placed where he intended — head high, shoulders straight and spread. Under the reflection of his gold-rimmed Ray-bans, Lilly could already see the glow of green.

  God, maybe he’s here to call it off. To say it was a mistake, we need to pretend it never happened. After all, look at him. He should be gracing the cover of some hybrid fitness magazine combined with Gentleman’s Quarterly. I mean, he has this need to break the family cycle and I’m just the best ‘fuck you’ he could give his father. God, what have I done? I should have known better. There are no happy endings, especially in our families.

  The tap on her driver’s window shocked her back into the moment.

  Flynn crossed his arms, tipping his head to the side.

  “Come on.” His muffled voice worked its way through the closed window.

  Let’s get it over with, she thought, the flutters of her stomach suddenly tumbling like rocks into a black well.

  “Hey.” She rose from the car, careful not to look eager or try to touch him.

  She fussed with the strap of her messenger bag and licked her lips. Walk straight, she thought, suddenly more aware of her hitched, limping stride than usual.

  She couldn’t stop pulling her jacket together in front, trying to fix the way it didn’t seem to lay flat over the curve of her belly.

  “’Hey?’ That’s what you have to say? Do you have amnesia? Did I dream about the best night of my fucking life or were you there?”

  She froze as his hands scooped onto her cheeks. His face came down and the sweet, warmth of his lips sealed them together right out there in front of God and everyone.

  Even with her steely determination to be prepared for the worst, a halted moan came from in her gut as his tongue traced over her bottom lip then pressed into her mouth, finding her and calling her like a siren into the kiss.

  “Hmmm, delicious.” Flynn drew back, curved his smile and lowered those pools of green at her like a light show. “How do you feel?”

  Like I have something to lose. Like a kid who stole a candy bar and is just waiting to get caught.

  “Fine. I’m good.”

  Why couldn’t she just say what was really going on inside her crazy head?

  Just tell him you’re feeling insecure and scared and crazy. That you — for the first time — think you know what it feels like to think about the future, to have a clutch in your belly when you think about someone, to understand why there are so many songs and books about love and loss and wonder.

  “Uh uh. Don’t do that.” His arm hung around her shoulders, pulling her into him as he eyed the street and guided her toward a tall, wrought iron gate covered with ivy.

  “Do what?”

  “Do that whole ‘Fine’ thing. You’re telling me that’s all you want to say? You think that’s what I want to hear? Fuck that. When I ask you how you are, how you feel, you better give me more than that bullshit. Good, bad and ugly, I want it all.”

  “Where are we going?”

  Flynn’s free hand worked the rusted handle of the twelve-foot tall, wrought iron garden gate that opened with a loud squeal.

  Lilly looked ahead to see an overgrown tangle of what used to be a manicured path. Only now, the trees pushed inward, leaving only a narrow, winding cut through the dense greenery.

  “You’ll see. Now, tell me how you feel.”

  “Body wise?”

  “Sure. That’s a start.”

  “Well, I can’t say I haven’t been reminded about a hundred times today of last night. I’m taking slower steps and deep breaths. But, I guess I’m good.”

  “Good? Big brain like yours and you feel ‘good’?” He smiled and kissed the top of her head as he walked, leaning down and as the low hanging branches and brush reached out to touch his hair.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

  “I want you to— You know what? Instead, I’m going to tell you how I feel, okay? I feel like I need to repeat everything from last night about a thousand times before I can think straight.… This morning, I’m fighting and almost getting my ass kicked, because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to see you again, I couldn’t wait. This property belongs to the family. No one’s been here for years, but when I was younger, I used to come here. It’s quiet. Look.”

  The path opened up and beyond a small pond, there was a forgotten garden house, covered with vines, and inside, the yellow-white glow of candles.

  Talk to me babe. I want it all. Every thought, every memory, every idea and dream. You’re holding something back and I won’t have it.

  The way she kept fussing with her clothes set his teeth on edge.

  She pulled and pushed at everything like somehow what he saw wasn’t what she felt. She wore her Kelly green and white wrap dress that pulled around her waist and flared out above and below, showing off the lines of her ass like a dream.

  Flynn already felt the rising tide in his dick, and before he got his lips on her by the car, he was already standing at half-mast.

  With her, the act had become a binding. Something he wanted to give her, not take from her. When he came inside her last night, as corny and pussy as it sounded, he felt like he’d given her a part of his damn soul.

  Little did she know, although Flynn certainly brought latex with him, he had, for the first time in his life, felt the flesh on flesh of a woman from the inside. And, the thought of his seed finding home inside her sent another wave of ownership through him.

  “God, it’s beautiful here. It almost feels like back home. Wild and natural.” Lilly said.

  Flynn looked to see that flash of joy in her eyes. She leaned into him and pressed her cheek into his chest.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  What I want to say is come fucking here and sit on my face. But, my girl may need a minute to get used to me and her like this. I’ve never lacked for a craving for tail, but damn, with her, I don’t think my cock’s been down below half-hard since last night. You’d think he’d be worn out and ready for a good rest, but no.

  He lead her tucked against him into the small garden house. There stood an old galvanized bucket on a half-crooked table with a mixture of miniature white roses, Queen Anne’s lace and white lilies — all found in their treasured spots, free to grow wild. Their sweet scent filled the rustic inside space.

  There was a day bed layered in white pillows and well-worn quilts. Flynn had spent two hours making sure every cobweb was cleared, the linens picked from tucked away laundry. The cozy, forgotten space was as neat as a pin.

  “I couldn’t wait.” He kicked the door shut behind and turned her, shoving her against the wall with a kiss that left no doubt as to why they were there.

  Flynn pushed his leg into her heat. He could feel her thighs shaking as his hand moved to the back of her neck.

  Their kiss gained momentum as Flynn pressed the hard muscle of his leg into her, sliding into her until he heard the gentle moan and felt her hips move with him.

  He dropped one hand from her neck, winding down and pulling at the jacket until she shook her arms and it fell next to their feet. His fingertips found her rising peaks through the thin fabric, unable to stop the low growl that rumbled in his chest.

  “God, I’ve never wanted anyone like this.” Flynn couldn’t help the words as he traced down her neck with kisses, his hand lowering, gliding up the inside of her thigh.

  Her body reacted, twitching as she pulled at his T-shirt until he released his arms for a moment and she managed to tear it over his head.


  Feeling her heady need gave his already self-centered cock another push higher. Nothing ever filled him with pride more than knowing she wanted him, needed him. It grabbed at his heart.

  He raised the hem of her skirt until he felt the softness of that strip of fabric he was grinding into his leg. He grazed over the swell of her lower lips and listened as she made tiny whimpers into his mouth.

  The fact that he felt the wetness already seeping through her panties let him know he was giving her what she needed.

  He wanted to take his time, tease her, drive her until she begged for him to fuck her into the dust. The scent of the flowers swirled with the heady aroma of her arousal, and it locked onto him like a laser.

  When the first brush of her wet silk melted onto his fingers, Flynn lost all sense of place and time.

  The animal in him tore out of the cage. He needed to hear her voice, to have her answer to him.

  “God, Lilly.” Flynn looked down into her eyes as her head fell back against the wall. “Tell me what you want. Fuck, you’re so wet, so good. Tell me, tell me to touch you.”

  Her body shook, her very center quaking as he forced her to look up at him with his hand tangled into the back of her hair, pulling her head so that her face beamed up at his, her eyes half slits as he worked her body gently.

  “Like this? Tell me.” He jerked her hair back until she yelped.

  “God yes, touch me. Please, just like that.”

  She creamed on his fingers as she spoke, and Flynn felt his cock practically break in half fighting to get out.

  He worked inside her folds, feeling every delicate part of her as she soaked his jeans and her body wracked against his chest.

  “You want me to stop?”

  “NO. Don’t stop, please don’t, God.”

  He lowered two fingers, palm hard over her clit, then swooped back up, teasing and straining to hear every noise, to know every petal and revel in her response.

  “What else do you want?” He grazed over her swollen nub, felt her body jerk as he lowered one finger and paused at her opening, feeling her widen the angle of one thigh. “Tell me — you have to ask.”

  She whimpered as he lowered and sunk his teeth into her neck. He flicked and glided in her juice until he though his head would spin right off his shoulders.

  “Please, just — ahh.”

  She was gasping now, her hands around his neck, her body weight pulling at him as her legs forgot their purpose.

  Flynn’s chest tightened, each line and valley of muscle cranked down like a ratchet as he felt her breath warm and fast on his neck.

  “Ask, say it, Lilly — ask for what you want.” He seethed, his own dick in revolt that it was his fingers allowed the point-position at the breach of her heat. She flooded him with each word as she fought the propriety and the self-conscious little girl who never felt worthy.

  Flynn stopped moving, his fingers frozen. He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, sucked then bit down until he could feel her yield and her breath stopped.

  Damn is there any fucking air left in here? My dick is ready to commit hari kari on my damn zipper, my lungs and my skin feel like they are ready to peel off, I’m so fucking hot. She’s soft, wet silk but she needs to let go. To show her damaged trust that I’ll give her what she wants. What she needs.

  “No. Don’t stop! What do you want me to say?” Her voice shook as her hips raised and canted, desperate to push herself onto his unmoving hand.

  “You know. Stop fighting, it’s me. Everything I am wants to give you what you need, but you need to ask. Tell me what you want me to do with my fingers, Lilly.” Flynn yanked at her hair as he breathed into her ear.

  “Please…”

  Hers was a whimper now. Perfect. She was close.

  “Please what?”

  “Don’t stop. I want your—” She took an uneven breath.

  Flynn looked into her eyes, urging her on.

  “I want you to touch me. Please, I want your fingers inside me.”

  “Good girl.” Flynn’s pissed off dick raised the roof as he glided two fingers lower, then found where her body opened, gushing onto him. He couldn’t hold back his own primal moan as she took him inside the soft tightness.

  The heat between her thighs captured his fingers. He moved, slowly, trying to give her a moment to adjust. He listened to the little yelps that told him she was still tender from last night, but when he slowed, she dug her nails into his back and pushed herself onto him.

  Okay, I’m all in, babe. I know you. I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you.

  Her body drenched him as he moved inside, feeling her walls wrap and tighten, sending his blood pumping.

  “Come, babygirl. Let me feel you.” Flynn branded her with a deep mark as he tugged the dress off her shoulder. As his teeth sunk in, he fucked her with his fingers, grinding his palm on her open slit until she clung to him like a child and screamed into his chest, her hips taking on a life of their own as her core locked down in spasms.

  Flynn let out his own deep guttural sound, unrelenting, pulsing and grinding into her as she creamed and yelled, her thighs shaking and her breath coming in gasps.

  “God, yes, good girl.” Flynn worked her until she cried out and pulled her hips back from his touch.

  He knew she needed a second, but he couldn’t wait.

  “Take me out.” He groaned as her shaking hand lowered over his chest.

  She worked at the button, popping it open and making quick work of the zipper. Lilly’s hands opened the fabric like she was searching for her own treasure.

  Her fingers wrapped around his and spread the gush of his own pre-cum over the head.

  Lilly’s free hand struggled around Flynn’s hips, tugging at the fabric of his jeans.

  I don’t need any encouragement.

  Flynn heeled his boots off and they knocked into the wall with a thud, then shook and tugged his jeans and briefs down to his ankles and stepped out.

  “Unequal footing.” Flynn’s hands jerked at the little fabric belt around her waist until he heard a tearing noise and the fabric opened.

  “God, I have to go back to work in this…”

  He shut her up with his mouth, his tongue winding and dancing with hers, hands relishing the smooth swell of her hips, her ivory skin like some magical flower petals against his rough fingertips.

  If he could have taken all of her at once, he would. His mouth wanted to be everywhere, but most of all, he craved her sweet flavor. From the first moment his tongue met with her delicate taste last night, he was hooked. And he needed her more now than ever.

  Inside the small garden shed, he worked her free of the dress, then his fingers wound around to unclasp her bra and set her free into his waiting lips.

  “Oh god.” Lilly’s head fell forward as Flynn drew her into his mouth, full and hard.

  When she pulled his head into her, Flynn felt his own need bubble over until he felt the caveman rising and taking over in grunts and tugs that had Lilly standing before him naked.

  Everything about her called to him like a warrior to the charge and he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold anything back today. Last night, he loved her with a restraint that almost broke him.

  Today, the primal urge to fuck her into the wall took over with a vengeance that he was unsure he could rein in.

  She’s still a filly, man. You scored her pretty good last night. She’s still new to the world of dick and what you bring to the table is not for amateurs, so be sure you keep one fucking foot out of the damn cave for her sake. No dragging her by the hair and sending her in an ambulance back to the office. That shit will surely be the end of us both.

  Last night was more than a symphony. Her body was the most perfect thing he’d ever felt in his life. Every female that came before was some trivial pursuit of relief from a mere itch. But, god, loving her, his body found an entirely new definition of pleasure.

  Flynn’s cock was shoutin
g like General-fucking-Patton at him from below, but he knew what he needed. Even more, what he wanted to give her and his mouth started watering like a damn Pavlov’s dog just thinking of it.

  “Come over here.” He took her hand and he saw that impish flicker in her eyes.

  “Flynn…” His name on her lips only carved her into him even deeper. “Are you sure no one will — I mean, someone could come.” He watched her look toward the small windows, both almost completely obstructed with vines and greenery.

  In the blink of an eye, he had her around the waist, spun around and lowered her down onto the soft daybed, pillows propped up and waiting as the long tangle of her wild curls tried to settle under her head.

  “Oh! God — What are you…?” Her face looked anxious; she still didn’t have the confidence he wished for her, but that was something he was ready to work on, starting now.

  He flipped her ass into his hands, squeezing down until he heard her take in a gulp of air and he lowered down to start tagging her inner thighs with nips and bites.

  “Owww. god.” She was watching him, and Flynn met her eyes as a wave of doubt cast over her.

  He traced his tongue upward from her inner thigh, taking in a deep cleansing breath full of her amazing scent.

  Just as he was about to lose his mind from the anticipation, she brought her legs together and gently pushed his head from between her thighs.

  “You don’t have to…”

  What the Jesus fuck is this? Did she just really throw shade on the most brilliant pussy in the world? She has no fucking idea what it feels like inside my damn head right now. Time to be schooled, little girl.

  His hand came down and gave the outside of her ass a hard slap. She gasped and her eyes went wide, but he didn’t give a shit.

  “Don’t ever fucking do that, you hear me?”

  “What? Ouch, god, I mean, I’m just — I don’t want you to think you have to do that, you know? Don’t get me wrong, I liked it, god, but I know some guys don’t really like the way it —”

  Fuck this.

  “Shut the hell up for a second, okay? God, sometimes you make my damn head want to split right fucking open. First of all, I don’t give half a rat’s balls what other guys think or do as far as pussies are concerned. The only thing on my damn mind for the last four months has been your pussy. When I got my mouth on you yesterday — I could have stayed down there until they found us both shriveled up and dead from lack of food and water. Nothing… is better than this.” He brought his fingers up to dance over her outer lips, running as light as a feather up and down each side, watching her start to jerk and quiver. “It’s like there is a whole new world that exists for me when my mouth is on you. A little voice in the back of my dick that tell me ‘YES, WE’RE HOME. Don’t stop this, ever, drink it, lick it, bite, explore, suck— live here! This is the best thing ever. Ever. Now, make her come so that she fills your mouth.’ … Is that clear enough for you? Do you understand there is no ‘You have to’ shit going on here?”