Take (Need #2) (20 page)

We crash to the floor in a pile of chair bits and bodies. Chest to chest, both breathing hard, neither able to move. His cock still twitches inside me, making my walls clench.

“Smooth move, Cassanova,” I eventually manage to get out.

He starts laughing, almost a cackle. “Shit. Ow! Fuck . . . I think I’ve got a splinter in my ass.”

“Are you sure it’s a splinter?”

His fingers tickle my sides as I try to sit, landing me back down on his chest.

“Oh, motherfucker!” he groans.

“Serves you right.” I laugh, smiling down at him.

“You’re mean. I’m in real physical pain here.”

I can’t stop, snickers erupting as I push off his chest, even more so when he glares at me.

I gasp as his cock and come leaves me, spilling a mess down on him. What’s worse is I can feel more coming out and dripping on him.

He smirks, watching it. “That is so hot.”

“It’s so gross.”

I stand and head to the sink for a washcloth. When I turn back around he’s rolling onto his side, the goo sliding down onto the floor.

“Eww, stop!”

But I’m the one who stops. As he turns more, I see it.

Sticking out of his sexy ass, near his hip, is a piece of wood.

“Oh, my God!” I rush over and kneel down next to him.

It’s about the size of my finger.

Brayden’s fingers wrap around it and before I can stop him, he yanks it out. There’s blood now, and I run to the bathroom for the first-aid kit and bottle of rubbing alcohol.

When I get back, I stare down at him, looking at the mess on the floor, and start laughing.

“What’s so funny about this?”

I kneel beside him and soak a piece of gauze with the alcohol, then put it against the bleeding hole.

He hisses, slamming his fist against the floor. “Motherfucker!”

“The so-cool Brayden Hunt laid out on the floor. What would your adoring fans think if I snapped a picture?”

His eyes narrow at me, then his lips pull up, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“Then I’ll just have to let everyone know how I ended up like this. First, I’d tell Ryan how his sister is such a pain in my ass.”

I hold the bottle of alcohol above the hole in his skin and pour it in. He screams out, smacking the floor again.

“Abuse!”

“Oh, shut up. It’s not that bad.”

“Says you.” Another hiss, his eyes screwing shut. “I need another nurse. Your bedside manner sucks.”

“Well, I have a difficult patient.” I look closely at the wound. It’s not bad and the bleeding is slowing down.

I finish cleaning him up and dress the wound while he continues to look at me. When I’m done, we both stand and look down at the chair damage.

“What are we going to do about the mess?” I ask.

“I’ll get it and come up with a story for your mom.”

I nod. “Okay.” It’s suddenly awkward, and we’re both still naked. “I’m just gonna . . . go to my room.”

I run upstairs, needing to get away from any visual evidence of what I’ve just done, and grab my phone off my nightstand.

I tackled your best friend.

The words are out to my brother before I can even think. I need to tell someone. I need someone to stop this, to stop me, because I don’t think I can do it on my own.

ewww.

Ewww? That’s it? A guy just fucked me and all my big brother has to say when I tell him who it was, there’s nothing more than mild disgust. I get nothing.

Go kick his ass.

Please. Give me something to think about other than him. Fuck him up for coming near me. Tell him to stay away like you’ve told all the others.

No

Traitor!

Aren’t you going to be mad about it?

You’ve been mad about all the other guys who’ve shown interest.

More grossed out. Do you want to hear about me and Dana?

Ewww.

No.

I sigh and fall onto my bed.

Unprovoked.
I
did it, acted first, went after him.

I’m turning into someone else, and it’s scary.

But it’s also exciting on a level I don’t even want to think about.

July 1, 2015

That itch is back, pulling at my skin, making it feel too tight.

I need her again.

It never stops.

It never will.

A shot glass is slammed down onto the table in front of me. “Drink that shit and stop fantasizing about my sister. I can only take so much.”

I grab what’s undoubtedly a shot of tequila and grumble, “How the fuck do you know what I’m thinking?”

Ryan pounds back his own shot. “You look like a starving animal.”

That’s because I am.

“It’s disgusting.”

I agree, but only because of how little control I have left.

It was bad before I had her. Now?

God help me.

“Leave him alone, babe. He’s in love.” Dana rubs her hand into Ryan’s shoulder.

“Yeah.” I pull out my phone
—
nothing. No text. No calls. Is she even fucking thinking about me? “Besides, you get the same damn look on your face when you think of your girl.”

“My girl isn’t your sister.”

“You’ll learn to live with it.”

“No, I won’t. Trust me. I’ve already considered investing in some long-term therapy to erase the images in my head.”

“That’s your own damn fault for being such a pervert.”

“It’s called having an overactive imagination, you asshole!”

Dana laughs at the two of us.

I offer her as much of a smile as I can, then look back down at my phone. Kira’s been opening up more to me lately, but it’s moments like this when I realize that there’s still this huge wall between us. An entire day without reaching out to me. I text her, as usual, too.

Another drink is slid in my direction. I grab it without looking up. Opening up Facebook, I go straight to Kira’s profile, needing a hit. Any kind of hit.

No posts. No new images.

I don’t know whether to be happy about that or not.

My leg starts bouncing as impatience chokes me. Where is she? What is she up to?

Why can’t she just open up to me already?

If she doesn’t reach out to me soon, I’m going to snap and hunt her down. I know myself.

“Yo, give her some space, man.”

I glare at Ryan.

“Let him be, baby. He isn’t stalking her down. That’s an improvement, I’d say.”

Dana gets a glare next.

I’m about to crawl out of my fucking skin. I know this isn’t normal. My blood is literally boiling with hunger, frustration.

Being angry with Kira isn’t an option. I have no right.

I can’t help it.

Damn it, girl, just miss me as much as I’m missing you.

Running a hand through my hair, I stand up. “I’m going to get another drink.”

Ryan eyes me warily. “You sure that’s a good idea? Maybe you shouldn’t get drunk. We all know how you get.”

I give him the finger and walk away without responding. Getting drunk tonight isn’t a part of my plan, but I do need a bit more to try and numb myself.

Making my way to the bar takes longer than it should. That’s because it’s crammed with people who came to see tonight’s game. I weave my way through the crowd, my hand in my pocket and wrapped around my phone.

I’m waiting for it to vibrate. To give me a fucking hint that what I’ve seen the last few weeks is true. That the girl does care for me. I’m starting to suspect that she’ll never move past using me for sex.

It’s sick and painful, but fuck, no, I won’t stop. Even if it is true, I have no plans of going anywhere.

I told her I was her fuckdoll. Asked her to use me. I want that, more than I can fathom.

But I’d be lying if I said the need for more than that isn’t clawing at my common sense.

I’m practically her dildo. She said so.

So why the fuck isn’t she searching me out to use me? I’ll fucking take anything at this point, but the radio silence from her end is fucking with me.

Some guy backs up a step, bumping into me. I stop in my tracks, jaw twitching. The guy turns around, chest puffed out, like he’s about to do something stupid.

One look at my face and he backs down immediately, mumbling an apology.

Thought so.

He steps out of my way, head bowed.

Before I can continue on my path, I feel someone fist the back of my T-shirt.

The fuck?

I’m yanked backwards, straight out the door leading to the back of the bar. A door I’m pretty sure is for employees only.

“Get the fuck off me.” I jerk my shoulder, releasing the person’s grip, and spin around to face them.

Hazel eyes.

Auburn hair.

The sexiest face and body this planet has ever been graced with.

My obsession.

The one person I wanted to see more than anything right now.

Kira grabs my shirt again, pulling me to her, away from the door, then pushes me so I’m walking backwards, heading God knows where.

And I let her. I’ll always let her. “Fuck. You’re here. You have no idea how much I needed to see you right now.”

She doesn’t say anything. Her facial expression is tense. She’s angry.

“Baby, what’s
—
”

Hands on my shoulders, she pushes me down into a sitting position. It’s a bench against the wall, in the darkest part of the back of the bar.

I get a brief glimpse of what she’s wearing, how short that tight, dark blue dress is.

Kira flips a leg onto the bench.

I lose my train of thought.

She straddles me, her hands shooting down to practically rip at my jeans.

My cock’s already hard and pounding for her.

I cup her beautiful face, breaths racing. “What’s wrong, Kitty? Talk to me.”

“Shut up.” She almost tears my zipper as she pulls it down, her hand reaching inside for my dick. This isn’t a playful
shut up
, like the one she gave me the day she jumped me in the kitchen. My girl’s raging mad. In control, but ready to cause me harm if necessary.

Okay . . .

What the hell did I do to her now?

Her hand wraps around my length and my thoughts shut down entirely, focusing only on the sensation.

“So that’s it? That’s how you’re playing it? You just came here to fuck me?”

She fists my hair with her other hand and tugs my head back. “Yeah. Now shut the fuck up.” Her lips meet mine, teeth sinking in.

I thrust into her grip. Fuck, I’m already close, dying to empty my balls all over her. Moaning into her mouth, I grab her ass to bring her down on me.

She slaps my hands away and bites me again.

So that’s how this is going to be? Really? She isn’t planning on giving me any say on how this goes.

Jesus, that drives me crazy.

Her hand wraps around my dick, guiding me. She places my tip right against her entrance.

Warm, wet skin.

This girl isn’t wearing any panties.

I moan like an animal. She did it for me. Because she wanted me that bad. Nothing could get in the way.

Grabbing onto the edge of the bench, I thrust up into her.

Her sexy little mewl echoes around us and she drops her hips, slamming me all the way in.

That pussy’s already throbbing for me.

I rotate my hips in small circles, covering my cock in more of her juices. “You’re so perfect, baby.”

Her arms come around my neck. Harsh breaths hit my lips. She feeds me another kiss, hugging me tight, her body betraying her once again.

“This body missed me.” I let go of the bench and grab her waist, holding her down on me. “This pussy missed me.” Her walls ripple around me, and she tries to move her hips. “Shit, babe. I bet even those nipples missed me.” It’s dark back here, so I can barely make out the outline of her tits in that dress.

I tug down her dress until her breasts spill out the top. I can’t see her nipples, but as soon as I wrap one hand around her tit, one pebbled nipple presses into the palm of my hand.

Kira cries out, jerking on me. She moves her hips hard, trying to force me to let her go so she can take what she wants.

“Another hate fuck, baby?” I ask, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers.

“It’s always a hate fuck between us.”

Holding her gaze in the dark, I nuzzle her nipple and flick it with the tip of my tongue. “Not for me.”

“It definitely is for me,” she breathes, her pussy twitching around me. “Let me fuck you.”

Hugging her to me even tighter, I suck on her nipple, my cheeks hollowing out with the force.

“
Brayden
.”

Sliding my hand down her back, I tug her skirt all the way up to her hips, exposing her gorgeous ass. I cup one cheek, spreading her, then reach my fingers into the crease.

She tenses on me, panting, her entire body vibrating with anticipation. “Brayden?”

I switch to her other nipple, tonguing it. Bypassing her ass, I slide my fingers down to where we’re connected. Fuck, feeling her lips hugging my cock is amazing. I play with us both, using all that wetness to lube up my fingers.

“What are you doing?”

The slight whimper in her voice makes my dick jerk inside her. She knows what I’m about to do. She’s looking forward to it.

Fucking needs it with every fiber of her being.

Moaning around her nipple, I tug it slightly with my teeth and reach back up to press a finger between her ass cheeks.

Kira freezes on me. Her heart explodes into an even harder rhythm inside her chest, pounding beneath her breast. It’s a beat that’s echoed inside her pussy.

I release her nipple, dragging my bottom lip across it. She’s throbbing so hard that I feel it echoing against her puckered opening. I’m so fucking turned on my cock’s literally shaking, dying to slide into her tight ass. “Does this feel good, baby?” I rub her in soft circles.

A broken gasp leaves her, and she curls around me, shuddering.

Can’t even answer me.

She’s so fucking horny for it, she’s losing all control of her body.

God, I’m going to come if she keeps this up.

“I’m going to fuck you here one day. Fill this tight little hole full of my come.”

She bites into my ear, moaning uncontrollably, her fingers digging into my back.

“Relax for me, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “I just want to finger you.”

Rotating her hips as much as she can in my hold, she sucks on my earlobe. A shiver tears down my spine. “Slam that big cock into me. I’ll come so hard. Just one thrust, baby.”

Baby.

Something uncontrollable pounds through me at the sound of that word leaving her mouth. She’s never called me that before. I didn’t think she ever would.

Love.

Pleasure.

Pain.

Rage at the fact that I can’t publicly make this woman my girl.

Overwhelmed, I mash my teeth together and mentally struggle to hold my jizz back. I suck lightly on her neck, enjoying the way she trembles for me, and push my finger against her opening. “Don’t move, baby. Just let me in.”

She spreads her legs wider for me. The move somehow slides me in deeper. She’s fully spread for me, her ass and pussy begging for my touch.

“Relax, Kira. Let me in. I’ll make it so good, Kitty. I promise.”

She makes a delicious sound and melts around me more. Reaching for my arm, she pries it off her and slides my hand around to her pussy. “Play with me there, too.”

My cock is thick and heavy inside her. One thrust, and I’ll come as well. But I won’t let that happen yet. I’m determined to feel both her pussy and her ass coming around me at the same time. I rub my thumb into her luscious little clit.