The air in the room became thick.
Eric Vega, our old boss, killed himself in front of Jay. He had been one of the traffickers in this organization, much to our surprise.
“And if I wouldn’t have brought Asher and Meeka …” Angel shifted uncomfortably beside Jay.
“Hey.” Asher tapped his knuckles against the top of the table. “I could have said no. That’s in the past. We got out. We’re safe.”
“Yeah, but look at you now.” Angel rubbed the back of his neck again.
“Fuck, man, don’t do this shit.” Asher’s voice became thick.
“Okay,” I interrupted. “Listen to me, what’s done is done. We’re going to end this one way or another. There’s no point harping over the past.”
Dale grunted. “How come when you don’t say much, the one thing you do say is always right?”
“Because it’s the truth.” I had always been quiet. I figured if there was nothing important to say, why speak? Although it bothered some, it seemed to attract Brogan.
“I need to go for a run,” she muttered. “Or hit something.”
My blood vibrated through my veins. I knew what I needed but it would have to wait until that night. Brogan would learn quickly that last night was not a one-time thing. She was my new addiction, and I would use her to satisfy this itch I had.
But she was right. I needed to hit something too. And hit hard.
Charles Brian.
I had never met the man but I would give anything to have him in my chair. To hear his screams. To feel his body shaking beneath my touch as I tortured him with whatever instrument I saw fit.
But until that time, I would have to find other ways to work it out.
Once the meeting was over, everyone went their separate ways.
Asher and Dale went outside to continue working on the club. Jay had instructed them to tear down the wall and make that section of the building bigger after asking me to design it.
I mulled over the new blue prints spread out on top of the bar. “Jay, we should really wait until these are done before the guys work on the club.”
“I just want that section bigger for now while you design the rest. I don’t want the building one big construction zone where it’s not even livable. So, one part at a time.” She tapped the part of the blue print I had just finished working on. “You need to go back to school for this. You’re brilliant, Brogan.”
I grunted. “School is boring, and I hate being told what to design.”
She laughed. “Well, you’ll always be my architect.”
“Thanks.” I smiled up at her. “How are you and Angel doing?”
Her grin widened. “Wonderful.” Her cheeks heated. “We have our issues, but it’s much better than before.”
“That’s good.” I gave her a quick hug. “I’m glad. Now you go take care of yourself.” I winked. “And let me continue designing your … baby.”
Her eyes widened. “Um …” She coughed, shaking herself. “Yeah. Okay. You … uh … have fun.” She spun on her heel and made her way outside.
I laughed. I wasn’t stupid. I knew something was going on with her, and I would bet my life savings that she was hiding a secret. She stopped drinking. Ate better. And she gave me an excuse every time I asked her to workout. But my lips were sealed until she was ready to announce it.
A couple hours later and I was still working away on the new design for the club. I had enjoyed making buildings come to life just from a pencil and a piece of paper. After my brothers had convinced me to go to school for it, I learned a lot but became bored and annoyed when I was told that my designs weren’t modern enough. They were unique. Mixing history into today. But they never matched up to my professors’ standards.
“Hey, little one.”
I jumped at the deep voice in my ear.
Coby sat on the stool beside me, brushing the back of his hand up and down my bare hip.
I should have worn jeans but it had been hotter outside so I put on my favorite leather shorts. Stupid me.
“What are you working on?” he asked, reaching over the counter and grabbing a bottle of water.
“Jay asked me to design the rest of the club while you guys work on the one section that was blown to shit.” I took the bottle from him and gulped down half of the water before handing it back to him.
“You’re an architect?”
I scoffed. “Not professionally. I do it for fun because it’s relaxing and takes me out of my head.”
“I know the feeling.” Coby hooked an arm around my middle, pulling me between his legs. “This is really amazing. You’re talented, Brogan.”
“Thank you.” My body heated at being so close to him again, but as much as I knew I should have pulled away, I couldn’t. “What do you do for fun?”
“Nothing really.” He took the blue print from my hands. “I’m impressed.”
A flush slid up the back of my neck. “You are?”
“Of course.” He nodded. “Not many people can design buildings. Did you go to school?”
“Yeah, but I got bored. I didn’t like being told what to do.” My breath caught when I realized what I had said.
“You liked being told what to do last night,” Coby pointed out, tightening his hold on my waist.
“That was different.” I licked my lips, my gaze glancing down at his full mouth.
“How so?”
“I trust you.”
***
(Coby)
Those three words shouldn’t have bothered me but they did. I wasn’t sure why. Brogan deserved better than me but as much as I felt that way, I couldn’t help but need her. I craved everything about her. She was beautiful. Smart. And so fucking feisty, it made the alpha in me roar.
“Why do you trust me?” I grit out, mentally smacking myself for questioning her feelings.
She laughed. “I have no idea why.” Her body relaxed in my hold. Without speaking on the subject further, she went back to drawing.
Although she didn’t give me a reason as to why she trusted me, her answer made sense. This thing between us was new, unexpected. She had asked me out back when we first met. I turned her down and was rude about it but now that we had one night together, that was long forgotten.
“Hey,” she said a moment later. “Want to get out of here?”
“Sure.” I needed to get back inside her but that would have to wait until later.
Brogan rolled up the blueprint and stuffed it into a cardboard tube. “Come with me.” She stepped out of my embrace and headed toward the door.
I followed her, wondering where she was taking me. But I found myself not caring. Wherever she went, I would follow and stand right by her side if she needed me to.
When we reached the side of the club, my heart jumped.
A couple of weeks ago, I had found her in the basement of the club, torturing some shit head in her chair. And much to my surprise, it turned me the fuck on. Her dominance. The unexpected superiority that permeated from her bones. Even though I knew back then that she was submissive in every sense of the word, when it came to protecting her club, she was one-hundred percent in control.
“I know you saw me down here a couple of weeks ago,” she said, unlocking the door. “But I want you to see my room without anyone else in it.”
I pushed open the door when the lock clicked free and waited for her permission to follow. It was surreal to me to wait. I had always been a take charge kind of man but I found with Brogan that I needed to allow her to have control. I dominated over her in the bedroom but outside of that, she would always have the upper hand.
“I heard that your nickname is Ghost,” she said, walking down the stairs.
I grunted. “No one calls me that anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve threatened them and told them I would chop off their balls and shove them down their throats if they called me it.”
She laughed. “Why? Ghost fits you. No one se
es you from what I hear. You’re good at what you do, Coby.” She flicked on the light before walking over to a long table that held every tool imaginable that could do some serious damage to an unwilling victim.
“Maybe so but I’m not proud of what I do. Even though most of the people deserved everything I gave them.” I leaned against the table, watching her brush her fingers over a set of knives.
“Most people,” she repeated the words. “Have you ever made a mistake?”
My stomach twisted. I was human. We all made mistakes. “Yes.”
She nodded. “So have I.” She took a breath, turning to me. “I used to scare my parents.”
I knew the feeling. “My father died when I was young. He was an abusive asshole. I remember his funeral and how I wanted to dance on his grave but my mother pulled me away before I could.”
Brogan’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“I went back the next day by myself. It was raining.”
“And you danced.”
“I did.” I winked.
“Wow.” She laughed again. “I shouldn’t laugh but that’s fucking awesome.”
“Yeah. My mother didn’t think so.” I rubbed the back of my neck.
She sighed. “I love my sisters but I don’t talk to them about … stuff, either.”
Needing to change the subject for fear that she would close up on me, I asked a typical ice breaker question. “You have siblings, right?”
“I have four brothers. Greyson is my stepbrother as you know and three by blood. Blake and Brox are twins and Benny is the oldest. My parents had a thing for names that started with B.”
I chuckled. “I like your name,” I told her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her breath caught. “Coby.”
And fuck me, but I loved it when she said my name.
Pinching her chin, I tilted her head. “Say it again.”
She smiled. “Coby.”
Fuck.
I wanted him to kiss me. My lips tingled with anticipation, waiting. Wanting. Needing. God, did I ever need Coby to put his mouth on mine. I wanted to feel his tongue sliding along mine. Dancing. Owning. Controlling me with his kiss much like he did with the rest of his body.
“You want me to kiss you,” he said, his mouth mere inches from mine.
“Yes,” I answered, even though it wasn’t a question.
“Where?” he asked, his mouth touching the corner of my lips.
“Everywhere,” I tilted my head back, my body becoming alive by that small touch.
“Hmmm … I can think of many places I’ve already kissed you.”
Oh, dear God. I pushed out of his hold, shaking myself. There was no way I was doing this with him in this room. I made my way toward the stairs and turned back to him. “You’re going to come to me tonight. Aren’t you?” I knew the answer before I even asked.
“Yes,” he said, closing the distance between us.
“Good.” I nodded once. “Good.”
We headed up the stairs but all I could think about what would happen later on. Would he restrain me with his belt again? Would he use something else? Would he let me touch him this time? All of these questions bounced around in my head with no impending answer in sight.
“Don’t think about it, Brogan,” Coby whispered in my ear once we were outside. “I’ll take care of you.” He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him.
I let out a sigh at the feel of his erection pressing into my lower back. “Coby.”
His hand travelled up between my breasts before wrapping around my throat. “I’ll take care of you so fucking good that you’ll forget about every other man who has been inside this tight little body.”
I pushed back against him. “I’ll make you forget every pussy you’ve fucked.”
He groaned. Holding my wrists in one hand, he pulled my arms above my head. “I’ve already forgotten.”
I grinned, rubbing my ass against his growing length. “Good.”
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot.” His breathing picked up, sliding along my skin.
God, I wanted him. We were outside and I wanted him. Anyone could walk out and see us at any moment and I still wanted him. I didn’t care. He made me throw all caution to the wind. “You need to fuck me. Right now.”
“Do I?” his hand gripped my hip, moving his pelvis back and forth against me.
I moaned, leaning my head against his chest. “Yes.”
“Or else what, little one?”
“I’ll stick my hands down my shorts and make myself come.”
He chuckled. “I don’t fucking think so.” His teeth sunk into the tender spot under my ear. “Your orgasms belong to me.”
I let out a soft groan, liquid seeping into my panties. “You think so, do you?”
“Oh, Brogan. I know they do.” Pushing his knees between my legs, he ground into me hard. Gripping my chin, he shoved his fingers into my mouth and cupped my mound with his free hand. “You like when I control you. You crave it. There’s a kinky darkness inside of you that wants to come out and play.”
I moaned, digging my fingers into the wall. The bite of the brick stung my hands but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except for this man holding me in his arms.
Licking my tongue along the two fingers in my mouth, I sucked and pulled.
His breathing quickened, a deep growl rumbling from his chest.
Coby undid my shorts, sliding his fingers into the waist band of my panties. “I’m going to give you the orgasm that you crave. You’re going to scream around my fingers. If you’re quiet, I’ll slap your cunt until you cream all over my hand.”
I nodded, needing the release I knew he could give me.
His fingers slid between the folds of my pussy.
I jumped, spreading my legs wider for him.
“Keep sucking my fingers, Brogan. Show me what to expect when I fuck your mouth with my cock.”
I took his fingers as far as I could go. Licking my tongue up and down them, nibbling and pulling, I imagined they were his dick.
Coby thrust two fingers inside of me, pumping hard and deep.
I cried out, riding against his hand.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers, little one.” He pushed his thumb into my mouth one last time. “Come hard for me. Don’t fucking disappoint me.”
I smiled, lifting my hips up and down his fingers. As much as I wanted him to fuck me, I enjoyed the feeling of his hand between my legs. The shorts were loose enough that he could fit his whole hand inside them but I needed more.
Taking the hint, Coby removed his hand from my shorts and brushed his fingers up my inner thigh.
“Coby,” I whimpered.
He placed me back on my feet and released me completely. “Look at me.”
I did as he said and looked at him over my shoulder.
Sticking his fingers that were just inside my body in his mouth, he smirked. “Turn around.”
On shaky legs, I did as instructed and leaned against the wall. Much to his surprise, I ran my hands down my body, pulling my shorts down my legs.
His eyes widened, following my movements.
“You think you control me, Coby. But I’m the type of woman who knows what I want.” I tossed my shorts on the ground, leaving me standing in a white tank top, a black thong and my scuffed-up boots. “I want you. Again. And again. I want you so deep inside me, I can feel you in my throat.”
His eyes darkened.
Before I knew it, he was on me.
And he was right where I wanted him.
***
(Coby)
I wanted to make her wait. I wanted to make her beg and demand that I fuck her because she couldn’t take it anymore. She had me wrapped right around her finger and I couldn’t say no.
When she pulled her shorts off and stood before me in hardly anything at all, I could no longer control the incessant urge to get balls deep inside her.
Throwing her over my sh
oulder, I slapped my hand against her ass and charged for her room.
I didn’t care if anyone saw. I didn’t care if anyone heard. I needed her in ways I never knew was possible. One night was not enough. She challenged every waking thought I had. Every action. Every moment.
Once we reached her room, I kicked the door closed and threw her on her bed.
She had her hands around my neck and my mouth on hers faster than I could breathe and I loved every second of it.
Shoving my tongue inside of her mouth, I ripped her tank top in half. She moaned, arching beneath me.
With shaking hands, she pulled my shirt up and over my head, breaking apart the kiss for a fraction of a second.
My fingers trailed down the center of her body before gripping the sides of her thong. “Tell me you want me,” I said, releasing her mouth.
“I want you.” Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling with ragged breath. “Now fuck me.”
I smirked, pulling her beneath me. Kneeling between her legs, I gripped her ankles tight in my hands. “I will. And eventually, I’ll fuck you everywhere.”
Her eyes widened.
“Do you know what that means, little one?” I pulled her thong down her legs and kissed her inner thigh.
“Yes.” She licked her lips, watching me.
“Tell me.” I brushed a finger between the cheeks of her ass. “What does it mean?”
“You’ll fuck me where no man has ever been.”
I growled, shoving my face between her legs, and swallowed the delicious taste of her body. No man had ever been inside every part of her body? That made me feel like a fucking king. And I would damn well make sure she enjoyed every second of it.
***
(Brogan)
Coby-Fucking-Porter.
He used me good. Again. And again. So many times I lost track. I had never been with a man who could go for hours on end. Each time he had his own release, he would be back between my legs, making sure I had orgasm after orgasm. It became so intense, one touch and I exploded.
It was early the next morning. I lost track of time being with Coby. He made me forget everything else and focus on him. On us.