Watching You: KJ Elite Inc.

by Unknown

  He freaked me out for a millisecond when he reached out, with lightning quick speed and uncurled my hand, shoving all four fingers into his chest and straightening out my thumb.

  “When you point, you point one finger forward and three back at yourself. Always knife hand.”

  I shook my head, trying to knock that delusional part of my brain back into its place. Oh, no, it wasn’t me? Okay – so he is fucking nuts.

  Before I could even respond, he continued.

  “Did you ever stop to think about him? Even once?”

  “You’ve gone and cracked your skull.” I never stopped thinking of him.

  “You’re so fucking selfish, inside that brilliant mind of yours that you didn’t even take the time to think your dumbass shit through.” He actually poked me in the head. Like four times. Hello, ouch!

  “Selfish?” I ought to say he’s got some nerve but the truth is, he’s right. I had been selfish. It was one of the things I realized when I was sitting in the not-so-dank-dungeon-of-here.

  He nodded and drove on. “While you were out, parading your pretty little face all over New York, you didn’t even pick up the phone and call the one person who mattered the most. The one person you love, maybe more than yourself, though I doubt it most days.”

  I opened my mouth and closed it a few times, giving the distinct show of a fish out of water.

  “Yeah, that’s right. I’m fucking pissed at you, not because you didn’t call me or send me any care packages, emails, pigeons. I’m fucking pissed at you because while you were traipsing around at galas and a-list events, my brother was slumming around the house that he built with his bare hands; he didn’t eat a single thing and he drank himself into fucking oblivion; he was a shell of what used to be. The war was hard on him, hit him hard when he lost more than half of his squad. Do you know what it feels like to sit there, defenseless, watching while a bullet rapes the brains of your brothers and sisters? He came home less than 100%. He came home to nothing.”

  “He had you. All of you.” I defended, fighting the tears that were already spilling over.

  My pathetic attempt at rebuttal only enraged him further. He flexed his hands in and out of fists, mentally counting. I saw shadows growing closer behind him but no one spoke aside from Mike.

  “I was there. I picked him up off the floor. I threw him in the shower and fed him. I searched for all his bottles and emptied them. I even hid his wallet and keys when he wanted to get more. I talked him off the edge night after night. The only thing that would have grounded him, that could have grounded him, was 900 miles away, hiding like a selfish, self-absorbed, little girl.”

  “You were in the war. What could I have done that you couldn’t?” I was feeling cornered and like all I wanted to do was crumple up into a ball and hide. But I deserved to hear all of this and take this pain.

  “Been there for him, to mend his heart with that love that only yall have for each other. We know you’re meant to be. It was written in the stars and shit. But you weren’t here. You were there, with another man, doing whatever tickled your little girl fancy. My brother fights demons in his sleep, when he’s awake, in his mind, every second of every day.”

  His angel wading through the darkness.

  I was hardly aware of the hot twin rivers that flowed endlessly down my face, my neck, off my nose, into my cleavage. I didn’t even have the willpower to wipe them away.

  “That’s enough.” Tommy put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and walked past. I was frozen; he put his hand on my elbow and guided me back to the room I was staying in. It was all like slow motion, but I was stuck in quicksand, again. Just like 6 months ago – I should move, I should speak, but I’m silent and broken. The only feeling I have aside from complete sorrow, is that overwhelming electric zing; that current that flows through me when our bodies connect, no matter how little the contact is.

  “I-“ I had no idea what to say. What could I say?

  “Don’t.”

  He feared pity. Good, I didn’t have pity to spare.

  “He’s right.”

  “Yes.” He agreed. “He is.”

  Tommy opened the door to the room, guided me in and I turned on him, afraid he was leaving me here alone…again. Contrary to my thought, I smacked into his broad, shirtless chest. Did I mention the shirtless part?

  “What…” I croaked and had to clear my throat. “What are you doing?”

  He used his booted foot to kick the door shut and flicked the lock without looking back.

  “Sleep.”

  “You Tarzan, me Jane?” My lame attempt at humor fell flat.

  I turned to walk away from him and felt him against my back, his body heat enveloping me. I froze and unconsciously let my head fall to the side as he brushed my hair away from my neck. His soft lips skittered across my skin and left a trail of heat behind. I moaned, leaning into him and wrapped my arms up around his neck. Little nips strategically placed along my shoulder and back up my neck, on my earlobe, sent shivers running through my body. My panties were now gathering a pool of my arousal.

  “TJ.” It was a whispered plea.

  “I need you. Now.” It was a demand.

  “Take me.” I begged.

  He took. And he gave.

  He wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me up against him tightly, the other hand making quick work of my pants as we were on the move to the bed.

  I couldn’t help the little push of my butt into his pelvis; he drove me wild with need.

  “I need to feel you.” He said, his mouth moving against my throat.

  Skin to skin.

  Although we were facing the bed, he managed to swivel me around effortlessly and lay me down as if I were a piece of fine china. I sat up to yank my shirt off, revealing my lack of a bra and he let out a primal growl.

  Tommy stood to his full height and made a show of unbuttoning his jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down and revealing the tip of his cock; a bead of pre-cum sat atop the head.

  I wanted to lick it. Looking at me under hooded lids, he divested himself of his jeans in a flash and stood before me like the golden Adonis he is.

  “Spread your legs wide open for me.” He ordered.

  I obliged but not before feeling the blush dance across my cheeks.

  I had no shame or doubts about my body and I knew Tommy loved it, but it could still be a little embarrassing opening yourself like that and allowing someone to view you like you’re on display.

  “Fucking beautiful.” Tommy groaned, sliding between my legs, wrapping his strong hands around my thighs. Chancing a glance down, we locked eyes as he flicked his tongue out at my clit, making me writhe.

  His tongue was long and magical. Releasing one of my thighs, TJ encircled my clit and began lapping at my wet folds, devouring me like I was his last meal. The man could eat like no one’s business – that apparently didn’t change with the matter of the “food”. I never imagined that a man giving a woman oral sex could be so damn sexy. There was nothing in this world that could break our connection in that moment, as I watched him watching me, eat me out. My whole upper body lifted up off the bed and I was pushing my pussy into his mouth, urging him to make me come faster. As my insides clenched and I felt myself fall into the abyss of ultimate pleasure, he stayed with his tongue buried so deep inside of me, stoking my fire; I rode out the waves of ecstasy pulling at his hair.

  I opened my mouth to speak, feeling as if it were full of cotton balls but only a sob broke through when he plunged two fingers into me, wiggling them against my g-spot.

  Fuck experience with many different people; not that I looked down upon having multiple sexual partners, but Tommy knew my body so well that he didn’t need the experience of other women under his belt; he got me going in no time flat.

  “I can’t… it’s too much.” The feeling I had was overabundant as if I would explode if he continued on with his torturous exploration of my pleasure. I had just come down from my orgasm
high and my body was already preparing itself for another descent. Desperately I wanted to make him come, to make him feel this good. I sat up on my elbows and his firm hand shoved my chest back down.

  “Don’t even think about it.”

  “I want to make you feel this, too.” It sounded lame, but it was a miracle I was even speaking.

  “I need this. I need to make you come all over me.” The flash of desire in his eyes, the pride and the need was so all encompassing of him that I allowed him to have this. I didn’t want to seem even more selfish after what Mike had just said.

  What the fuck was I doing thinking of Mike right now? Time to go, big brother.

  Just before I tumbled off the cliff, Tommy withdrew his fingers. My eyes had at some point drifted shut, but flew open at my sudden emptiness. I whimpered. With a new look in his eyes, Tommy lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

  “God, you taste fucking amazing. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life, baby.”

  It was…animalistic and raw; I should probably think it was gross, but I was so fucking hot by it that the need to have him inside me grew ten-fold.

  “Come here.” I crooked my finger at him.

  “I plan on it.” At least his humor was returning. “Roll over.”

  I did as he said and rolled to my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up so I was on all fours, knees spread for him.

  “Fuck me, Tommy. Hard.”

  Another growl.

  I was really beginning to love that sound. Seeing me like this, hearing me talk like that to him, made him growl. Jesus, I was dripping wet now.

  Tommy positioned himself behind me and adjusted his grip on my hips, digging his fingertips into my flesh.

  A sweet mix of pain and desire surged through me.

  “Hard.” I reminded him.

  In one swift movement, Tommy had slammed into me, buried to the hilt.

  I cried out, clawing into the mattress.

  Giving me a second only to adjust to him inside me, Tommy began to thrust in and out of me, fast and hard. Just how I wanted it.

  “So fucking tight, baby. Yes.” His voice, gravelly.

  A hard smack on my ass thrilled me, pushed that much closer to sweet release.

  “Mine.”

  I moaned and threw my head back as he pounded into me.

  “Say it, Taylor.”

  I didn’t even pause.

  “Yours. God, always yours, Tommy.”

  “Don’t you dare forget it. Ever.” He ordered.

  “Never.”

  Without slowing his pace, Tommy leaned his front into my back and reached forward to pinch my nipple. Giving it a tug sent a straight shot of enticing pain to my pussy and I was ready.

  “Come for me, Taylor. Come all over my dick.”

  “Yes! Tommy!” I shouted, clenching around him.

  It’s a damn good thing these rooms are underground and the walls are concrete because everyone and our mama’s would have heard me elsewise.

  Thundering faster and harder than before, Tommy worked his way to his own orgasm. I reached up between us and gave an ever so slight tug on his ball sac, massaging it and making him shiver with pleasure. Tommy stopped long enough to flip me onto my back, making me squeal, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders. The pace was still quick, but not as hard and rough.

  “Come inside of me, Tommy.”

  “Tell me, Taylor.”

  “I’m yours. Forever.”

  His eyes skittered close as I spoke the words and shot open as he began to shoot his jets of hot come inside me. His release triggered my third, completely unexpected, orgasm.

  Tommy collapsed on top of me and rolled us to the side so he wouldn’t hurt me.

  I made a move to get up and clean up, his grip tightened around me. “Stay.”

  I nodded and wrapped my arms back around him. At some point, the blanket had been pulled up.

  Chapter 18

  Watching Taylor sleep, Tommy felt at peace for the first time in so long; too long.

  A man could only take so much; the rubbing, the touching, the flirting with the others… it was surely enough driving him to either drink, murder and or claim. Claiming seemed the least destructive considering everything. His world turned into a massive black spot after Dillon came in and wrecked everything. There wouldn’t be a moment he didn’t think about Taylor’s safety or his families. Taylor stirred next to him and he reached over to turn the bedside lamp off. She had been sleeping for hours; far into the night.

  Tommy figured his brothers could manage without him for a day.

  Getting so sucked into finding Dillon, Tommy had not made any time for Taylor – he had pushed her away like he swore he wouldn’t ever do again.

  His dick went rock hard at the mere thought of her slipping her hand into her pants and moaning out his name. At first, he thought she was consciously doing it on camera, but it was quickly apparent that she was innocently putting on a private show. It had taken all of half a second for Tommy to recognize her breathy sounds and kicked every single person out of the war room. Six times it had happened, though after the first time, he kept one eye trained on her through the cameras, at all times. The little minx she was knew that flirting shamelessly with Noah and Matt would elicit a reaction. He took care of them when she wasn’t around, but they weren’t exactly fighting her off either; a man couldn’t rely on anyone in these hard times.

  A grin spread across his face. It had been six months since he smiled. Not that anyone else knew, aside from Taylor (and he wasn’t exactly bringing it up to her over tea) but the day was approaching – 6 years since they got married. He would have to do something; he had every year since, even if she didn’t really know it. This was going to take serious thought and planning what with having everyone confined to the compound. The best gift he could think of would be to find Jamie, clear her name for good and kill Dillon. But that was just his opinion.

  Tommy shook his head and barked a terrifying sort of laugh the day Taylor had suggested they simply get him evaluated and admitted for mental help. Bless her heart for being so damn…caring, but she was going to be evaluated for mental help if she thought that dirty snake was going to get a pass. That was his wife he was pining over their whole lives, and his father (in-law) that he tried to kill. Lucky for Nic, he was a feisty mother fucker who didn’t take shit. A Marine veteran, farmer his whole life, Dillon should have known it was going to take the equivalent of a horse tranquilizer to get Nic down for good.

  And Leif… don’t even get him started. Tommy wanted to put his nuts in a vice and squeeze til they cracked, but Taylor insisted he was “Crazy, yes, baby, but he isn’t dangerous. He’s been looking out for me in his own twisted sort of way.” She wouldn’t get out of the damn way and threatened certain things that, truthfully, made him a bit squeamish – and afraid to close his eyes near her.

  Leif had been checked in at The Ward, but not until they all had their go rounds with him, “discussing” the past few years. The word interrogating was thrown around, mostly by the women – minus Candace – but it was all in good fun. He only had a few scratches after they were done. Unfortunately for them, the bastard wanted to sing. Still, Tommy couldn’t understand how no one saw that one of their own was so far off there was no coming back.

  Jamie was innocent, she was a victim and used as a pawn in this game, unwillingly, unknowingly. He had never met the elusive roommate but he had read about her; who hadn’t? Despite their not knowing one another from Adam, Tommy wanted to save her and bring her home where her best friend could mend her back to health- and it was inevitable that she would need Taylor, and maybe even Matt, to fix her like Humpty Dumpty. Taylor was always wanting to fix other people, but she never worried about her own damn self and that broke Tommy. Even more than he already was. Next to him, she made the cutest little huffing noise and wiggled her butt into his dick.

  “Mhmm TJ.” She mumbled.

  He was alrea
dy hard so her wiggling was almost painful. No way was he going to take it when she was sleeping. Only one way to fix that.

  Tommy landed a firm smack on her ass as he slipped his hand between her bare legs.

  Taylor didn’t yelp or come up swinging, but bucked into his hand and reached back to palm his cock. With just the right amount of pressure, she squeezed him just right making him fuck her hand faster than she was moving. His control was shot and where he would like to think he had pretty good stamina, she made him fucking crazy.

  Tommy rolled her over, changing the direction they were headed in. He needed to be buried in her, but he also needed to love her right.

  “Tommy.” She cried out when he moved them.

  “Shh.”

  “What are you doing?” Her sleepy voice was adorable yet sensual.

  “Shut up. I’m trying to make love to you.”

  He could feel her melt right then, in his arms.

  Slow and steady, with every ounce of control Tommy had, he rubbed her clit, sucked her nipples and pushed her to the end with short, steady strokes. Sweet kisses. Devouring one another with a delicate touch that spoke of love but was laced with total control of the other. The need to possess, to dominate, to own.

  “I love you.” He whispered, his mouth at her ear.

  Taylor put her hands on either side of his face and pulled his head back so they could look into each other’s eyes.

  “I love you.”

  Simple, absolute. It was how they were. She owned his soul and he, hers.

  Tommy couldn’t help thinking that all good things come to an end, but then he forced himself to alter the widely believed idiocy – She was his, and that would never change; she would never leave him again. Ever.

  He laced their fingers together and held their hands above her head; delicately consuming her mouth, taking them both ever higher until they fell, and triggered their coinciding release.

  They lay cuddled for who knows how long before Taylor looked around for a clock.

  “What time is it?” Her voice sounding hoarse.

  Tommy grabbed his watch and answered, “0247.”

  “Holy shit. How did I sleep for over 12 hours?”