by C. M. Steele
Bishop leans on the bar and smiles at her, making me want to slam his head on the surface. “Yeah, this asshole is my brother. He wants to see if you’re good enough for me.”
I look at her, trying to find the words to say he’s lying, but I falter, and she lets me have it. “What? So everything you just said was a fucking ruse. You wanted me to fall for your bullshit lines, so you could prove to him that I’m not good enough. Get out! Both of you leave me alone.”
She storms into the back and hollers, “Maurice, I’m gone for the night. Just a heads up, you have two players out there looking for some action.”
A big older man comes out of the back and shakes his head. He could be her father, but I don’t see a resemblance. “Damn, I’ve never seen her so rattled. Not since her parents ran out on her. And I can see why. You’re back. I thought she told you she wasn’t interested.” That catches my attention. Bishop said she wanted him. Fucking drunk liar.
“She’s not pissed at me. My brother, though, she’s ready to deck his ass,” he laughs out, poking my bicep.
“You need to take your drunk ass back to the hotel.” I get up and walk out of the bar. There’s no way I can just let her walk out of my life. I have two days to convince her to give us a chance, but I will have to move my schedule around and stay if that’s what it takes.
I want her more than I want my next breath, but I’m not going to feel guilty about it. I love my brother, but I’ve been taking care of him all this time. It’s time I took care of myself.
There’s a small parking lot behind the bar, so I make my way there to stop her. Hopefully, she’s not that damn fast, or I’m going to have to get her address from her boss.
As soon as I step around the building, I see a couple of college boys in their polos and shorts approach her. They look like the fucks I saw earlier. “Ah, so fucking hot. How about you join us, baby?”
“Get away from me,” Aviana orders as I move toward them.
“Come on. You wanted our tips at the bar. Well, we got more of that where it came from.” His hand reaches out and touches her bicep.
She yanks her arm away, but I lose my shit and rush the fucker, sending him to the pavement. His boys back up as I start whooping his ass, punching him in the face and gut.
“Cole, stop,” she shouts, grabbing my arm. Immediately, I stop and stand up. The little punk stares at me frightened, crawling backward until he reaches his friends.
“If you come near her again, I won’t stop until you’re dead. Understood?” He nods, and they take off practically running.
My chest heaves violently as I try to calm down and get myself together, but I think about what would have happened if I didn’t show up. I turn around to look her over, and there’s tears in her eyes. I pull her gently into my arms, and she presses her head against my chest. “I’m sorry, Aviana. I don’t know what came over me. The thought of them touching you or worse…”
She looks up at me, inching herself back so she can see my eyes and says, “No. Don’t be sorry. I was so damn scared. I shouldn’t have left the bar like that. Maurice or one of the other guys usually walks me out.”
“It’s my fault for sending you running.”
“Well, it’s my fault for believing that you wanted me…” I stop her right there, pressing my finger to her lips.
“I want you,” I confess. It’s easy for me to say. Hell, I have to hold back from saying more. She doesn’t need to be scared by my insane emotions boiling up inside of me.
Her face upturns to me, staring at me with hopeful eyes. “So he’s just being an ass because I kicked him out of the bar?”
Fuck. I can’t lie to her. “Um…no. I expected to talk you out of dating my brother, but when I walked in—I had a different reason for the same purpose. Let me get you home.”
“I can drive myself.”
I rub her arms, feeling the residual fear. “Sweetie, you’re shaking. I’ll drive you home.”
“I’m fine. They probably would have left me alone.” The trembling in her voice belies her words.
“You say that, but I don’t believe you feel that way.” We pull apart, but I hold her hand as I walk her to the passenger side of the car and then help her inside. As soon as she’s buckled up, I close the door and run around to the other side and get in. Turning the key, it sputters a few seconds and then it finally turns over and kicks in. “Damn, Aviana. You need a new car.”
“I know. Sorry. It’s not fancy, but it’s all I can afford.” I read her embarrassment loud and clear.
“Don’t be sorry. I get that. I’m not judging; I’m concerned. So where do you live?” She reads off the address, and I pop it into my maps. It takes about twenty minutes to get there according to the directions. Although we’re about a block away when the car gives out, stopping dead in the middle of the road.
“Shit.” I get it started again, and we make it there. She’s not driving this piece of shit again. It’s a fucking death trap.
I make it to her parking spot around the back of the building, and I walk her to her door. Everything is too damn dark for her to be coming home at night. It’s fine because I’m going to do all I can to make her fall in love with me.
She takes the keys from me and unlocks the door. “Oh my. How are you going to get back?”
“I’ll call a cab from my hotel. They’ll send one.” My eyes roam over the apartment. It’s not bad, but it’s definitely a poor, young person’s place. The furniture is the stuff you build for like twenty bucks or something, and the sofa has seen better days.
“This late? I don’t have a lot of room, but you can spend the night.” I had no intentions of going anyway, even if I had to sleep in her car.
“That works as well. As much as I want to fuck you, I know you’ve had bastards trying to get in your panties all night. I promise it’ll be just sleeping—no sex.”
“Um. Okay.” Damn, she sounds disappointed.
“Do you want me to go?”
“No. Not at all. I’m afraid to be alone.” We walk over to her bedroom that’s not too small, but the bed is a twin. It’s barely big enough to fit my large frame. It’s going to be fucking hell to lie next to her and not drive my cock into her little pussy.
“I’m going to take a shower. Please don’t leave.”
I take her hand and give it a kiss. “I’m not going anywhere. Hurry.” She goes into the shower, and I check in with my brother
Me: Hey. Tell me you’re okay.
Bishop: You better get your dick wet. Fucking lucky bastard.
I should feel bad, but I don’t. He sent me a drunk text, hoping I was getting lucky. He has no idea how much I hope to be balls deep in Aviana, planting my baby inside of her so no one can steal her from me.
She’s taking too long in the shower or at least it feels like it. I check the time, and it’s been thirty minutes. I knock, but she doesn’t answer. Fuck, I hope she’s okay. Turning the knob, I find the door’s unlocked. I step inside to see her against the shower wall with her hands between her legs, strumming her pussy through a small thatch of dark, wet hairs. Fuck, my dick jumps eager to join the party. “Cole.” I let out a growl as she moans my name.
“Yes, baby.” I open the shower door. She flinches, trying to hide what she’d been doing. “Don’t stop. That’s sexy as fuck. Let me see you please your aching pussy.” She takes a second to shake off the embarrassment and then slowly slides her fingers back down her slit. I lift off my shirt, tossing it on the floor and kicking off my shoes. Standing there with my hand stroking my cock over my black pants and boxer briefs, I watch as she stares at me, biting her lip. I’ve got too much clothes on.
“Don’t stop unless you want something else.”
“I don’t know how to do this. I just can’t get you out of my head,” she says. I quickly undress, step into the small shower, and tug her into my arms, tipping her chin and lowering my mouth for our first kiss. Her soft lips move with mine until she’s moaning and grindin
g against me.
“Let me take care of you.” I drop to my knees and lift one leg over my shoulder. Her pretty little nub peeks out, begging for my attention, but I tease her with the swipe of my tongue along her seam. One taste of her pussy, and I’m an addict. I dip one finger into her excruciating tight core, adding the tip of my tongue into her heat and licking my way up to her clit. She cries out, shaking as she rides my finger.
“Oh my God,” she pants. She creams, coming on my tongue, and I want to lift her up and drive my thick cock in her pulsing warmth, but I want to keep her forever. There’s no need to rush it.
I kiss my way up, and I lift myself to my feet. “Better,” I whisper against her lips.
“Wonderful,” she sighs. Her eyes are heavy, and she’s practically limp in my arms. I turn off the water and take a towel to dry us off before carrying her pretty ass to bed. I dash back into the bathroom and slip on my boxer briefs because I’m too tempted to fuck her, and I need that barrier to stop from coming on her ass. Climbing in behind her, I cradle her back to my chest. It’s a feeling I can truly get used to.
Chapter Four
Aviana
I wake up with my head on Cole’s chest. Smiling inwardly, I remember the night before and what he did to me in the shower. It’s in that moment that I realized I left him unsatisfied. It’s as if he sent me into a coma. I lean back to admire his almost naked body, and I see his cock pushing through his boxers. His dick is rock hard right now.
Doing something I’ve never done before. My head drops, and my tongue darts out between my lips. I moan as I taste him, and I need more. “This is so wrong,” I whisper to myself as I slide my mouth over his cock.
“No, it’s not,” he groans. “Go on, my sweet girl. Suck me off.” My pussy clenches with his husky sleep-filled voice.
From the moment he stepped through the bar door, he controlled my body. I tried to fight it, but it’s futile. I belong to Cole, and I don’t feel in the least bit bothered by it. Instead, I take his long, thick cock down, sliding my mouth over it. My pace picks up with every moan that rips from his throat. His thighs flex under my chest, and then he pulls me off of him.
“I want to come in your sweet pussy. Are you ready for me?” He flips me onto his back and roams down my naked body. I press my legs closed, feeling shy. Cole’s head moves slowly from side to side, his lips upturned into a wicked grin. “You’re mine, Aviana. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He wraps his hands around my calves and parts my thighs.
A low, appreciative growl comes from deep within as he stares at my soaking wet pussy. “Mine.” His face disappears between my legs, and then the feel of his tongue causes my hips to rock upward. Cole’s hand tightens around my thigh, licking me until I’m scream out my orgasm. I grab the sheets, clinging to them as I come.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste. Can you come for me again?”
“I don’t know.”
“We’ll just have to find out.” He tugs his boxers off, and that big delicious cock slaps my mound. He climbs my body, pressing gentle kisses as he moves up with his hands following. The second his warm lips grazes my nipple, I feel my pussy flood. He caresses his hand down my side and over my hip, reaching between my thighs to stroke his fingers into my heat. “Fuck, Aviana, you’re so fucking wet.”
“Sorry,” I apologize.
“Don’t apologize for your needs. I’m here to ease that ache.” He rubs the tip of his hard cock against my wet folds, causing me to shiver. Cole places it at my entrance, pushing his shaft in just a little, and I can feel my pussy sucking him in. I roll my hips, forcing his length to go deeper. “Relax, baby. I don’t want to hurt you, but this will.” He thrusts forward, taking me all the way, tearing at the flimsy barrier, and claiming my innocence. “All mine,” he growls, dropping his mouth down to mine and kissing away the pain. His tongue clashes with mine, turning the discomfort into bliss.
He kneels with his hands on my hips and pulls out then in again, slowly picking up the pace. My breasts jiggle with every pump of his, and I watch as he marvels at them as if he’s seeing perfection. “Fuck,” he whispers, bending down and taking my right one into his mouth while the left feels the tender ministrations of his hand.
A cry of pleasure escapes my parted lips. I can sense my orgasm rising to the surface, and I throw my legs around his waist, tightening them and sending Cole deeper. The light in his eyes turns from passion to ravenous, and so does his ownership of my body. His thrusts long, smooth, and quick strokes while his mouth crushes mine with his tongue marking me. My moans match his own until I clench around his massive cock and scream out his name. “Cole.”
“That’s it, Aviana. Come for me. Squeeze every last drop of cum out of me. Fuck, your pussy is so damn tight.” With his muscle flexed, he drives his length balls deep into me, repeatedly until he roars out his own release.
As he comes, he drops his head down onto mine, kissing my face until he reaches my lips and then claims my mouth in a kiss that made me want forever.
His weight rests on me, but it feels good—almost like a feeling of comfort.
It’s not long before he remembers that he’s on me and rolls us over, so I’m laying on his chest. “Damn, I don’t want to get up.”
“Me either, but I have to get to work.” I push up off him, but he only holds me tighter.
“No, you don’t. I’m kidnapping you, so you’ll just have to miss work,” he states. The confidence in his voice makes me want more than he’s willing to give.
I rest on his chest with my elbows and with a raised brow, I question, “Um…for how long?”
“How about forever?” I roll my eyes and smack his chest before detaching myself from him.
“I need a shower and to get my head checked. You’re trouble, mister.”
“As long as I have you, I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” He winks and then stands up with his big cock bobbing as he moves toward me. With a giggle, I dash into the bathroom before he can grab me because I’m falling hard for him.
Chapter Five
Cole
She runs into the bathroom, and I let her go because I can tell she’s scared. Hell, I’m a bit unnerved. It took me one glance, and I had to claim her for my own. It’s insane how much she owns me, and she has no idea. I slip on my boxer briefs, and then sit back on the bed to wait for her. “Do you have a cute dress that’s not white?” I ask her, fixing my shirt.
She freezes and asks, “Yes, I do, but why?”
“We have a wedding to get to.”
“A wedding?” She blanches, and it hits me that she thinks I’m rushing her to the altar.
I chuckle, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you a week at least to plan ours. My sister’s getting married, and I have to get ready to give her away.”
“Oh, goodness. I can’t go with you. What would everyone say? You brought a one-night stand with you.”
I try not to let that piss me off. She’s degrading herself and I know it’s only out of fear. She’ll have to learn to accept how special she is to me in time. “I don’t recall having sex last night. Now get your pretty ass dressed so we can get to the hotel. I can hire someone to do your hair if you’d like.”
“Really, I shouldn’t go.” I close the distance and drag her into my arms, cupping the back of her neck and bringing her face to mine.
“Yes, you should, and you are. I’m not leaving without you, and I can’t miss the wedding. My sister would murder me.”
“What about your brother?”
“Fuck, I didn’t think of him.” Damn, that’s a first. “Shit he’s going to be pissed. I’m going to call him first.” Then I remember that he sent me texts the night before. He probably was just speaking out of his ass last night.
He answers on the first ring. “Hey, lover boy, I wondered when you’d wake up. Your suit is ready for you, but Missy is getting a little worried.”
“What? You sound like you don’t have a hangover,” I accuse.<
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“I wasn’t as drunk as I made it seem. She’s beautiful, brother, and perfect for you. My dream girl will come to me one day too.”
“Did you play me, bro?” I challenge as suspicion hits me.
“Maybe. You needed a push. She’s hot, and well since you didn’t come home last night, I’m guessing she’s coming to the wedding.”
“Yes, but if you mention how hot she is again, I’m going to break your jaw.” The thought of killing him crosses my mind. I’m fucking insanely wild with jealousy. I take a deep breath because he’s my brother, and I wouldn’t have met her if it wasn’t for him.
“Fine. I’ll be cool. Now get your ass over here before Missy comes looking for you. She’s getting that bridezilla look in her eyes.”
“We’re leaving now.” Just then, Aviana walks out of the bathroom in a tight sea-green sundress that makes my mouth water. I’m not leaving the island until she has my last name. “Fuck, you look so damn sexy. I’m debating myself. Should I demand you change or show off that I have the sexiest woman in the world?”
“Since you’re running out of time, I’d go with the second.”
“You’re right. Let’s get out of here before my sister loses her mind.”
“What about your brother?”
“If it makes any sense, at least it does in his mind, the fucker hoped I’d meet you. He knew I was protective enough to go to the bar and grill you.” I suppose it really did since here I am with the woman who will be my wife one day.
“Instead…”
“Instead, I felt something I can’t even begin to explain.” We’re almost touching, and I know if I get my hands on her again, I’ll lose control. “Let’s get out of here.”
We rush out of her apartment and down to my waiting limo. “Whoa, wow. I can’t believe you had a limo come pick us up.”
“No offense, sweetheart, but neither of us are getting in that deathtrap again.” I point toward where her piece of junk is parked.
“What! It only gave out once.” She gasps, clasping her hand to her chest, laughing adorably.
