Cocked: A Stepbrother Romance (47 page)

“You motherfucker,” Colin yelled, and threw him into a stall.

The guy grunted. “Who the fuck—“ he said, but Colin silenced him with his fist.

“Colin!” I yelled out.

I watched as Colin hit Gareth again. “Don’t you ever touch a woman like that, you piece of shit,” he said.

He hit him again. “Did you fucking hear me?”

“Yes,” Gareth gasped.

Colin hit him again. “Don’t you ever look at her. Don’t you ever think about her.” He hit him again and again.

“Colin, stop!” I screamed louder.

He looked up at me. His face was twisted into a mask of rage, his fist was cocked back and ready, and his knuckles were covered in Gareth’s blood.

“Stop! Come on, we have to leave.”

He paused then looked back at Gareth. He stood up and looked down at Gareth’s body sunk half way into the toilet, his head lolling back. He was still conscious and breathing, thankfully. Colin spit on him.

“You’re lucky she’s here. I’d kill you if she wasn’t.”

Gareth groaned as Colin turned toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. How did you know?”

“I watched him follow you. Saw the look on his face. I decided to make sure you were okay.”

“He was going to—“

“No, not with me around, he wasn’t.”

I realized I was barely keeping the tears away, but I felt safe. Even with the scumbag still feet away, Colin made me feel safe.

I must have been the unluckiest fucking girl in the entire world. On top of everything going on, I just had to attract the biggest piece of shit in the bar. Everything seemed to happen to me, and I had no clue why.

“We need to go,” he said.

“Okay.”

He let me go and gave me a look. “You’re okay. You’re going to be fine.”

I nodded. “Thanks for stopping him.”

He shrugged then rinsed off his hands, wiping them with a paper towel. The water ran pink from the blood. I couldn’t tell how much of it was his or how much was the asshole’s.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded. I felt stronger already. “Let’s go.”

I followed him back out into the main room. We were incredibly lucky that no other woman needed to use the restroom in the five minutes we were in there, but neither of us wanted to be around when Gareth eventually stumbled back out. We grabbed our stuff, Colin left a large chunk of cash on the table, and we went out into the night. We climbed into Colin’s car and we headed back toward the farmhouse.

I was silent on the ride home, and Colin didn’t try to draw me out. He could probably tell that I was still digesting what had happened in there.

He had seemed so nice, and suddenly he had turned violent without any warning. I had been to plenty of clubs and had been hit on by plenty of guys, but that was the first time one had acted like that toward me. I thought I knew how to handle myself.

If Colin hadn’t been there...
I kept thinking over and over.

The ride went by like a blur. We pulled down the dirt road, and Colin parked the car in front of the house. Lights were on, illuminating its front.

“Bren,” Colin started.

I threw myself at him, crushing my mouth against his. He seemed surprised, but quickly returned my kiss, wrapping his arms around me. I needed him and couldn’t wait another second; I needed his lips and his skin and his teeth. I needed that big, hard cock. I wanted to wash away the memories of that asshole cowboy. And the only thing that could do that with any certainty was a real man’s touch.

I slipped out of my seat and went to straddle him. The seat suddenly pushed back, giving me more room. Colin looked up at me and grinned.

“Automatic seats,” he said. I threw my hair back over my head, my dress bunched up around my hips. I was soaking through my panties already, and I could feel his dick rubbing softly against my clit.

“Convenient,” I replied.

He pulled me against him and kissed me hard, his hands roaming along my body. I reached down and began to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants, not caring about fucking around. I needed to feel him.

Finally, I got the annoyingly complicated pants open and shoved my hand down his underwear, grasping his hard dick. He grunted as I wrapped my fingers around it and began to stroke its length.

“This is what a real man feels like,” I whispered in his ear.

“Don’t ever forget again.” He bit my lip and it sent shivers down my spine.

He reached forward and slipped his hand up the front of my dress, rubbing my soaked-through pussy. I gasped and threw my head back, gyrating my hips along his crotch as he kissed my neck and worked my clit. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.

“I can’t wait,” I moaned. “Fuck me here.”

“You want me to fill your little pussy up right here in the car?”

“God, please.”

He reached up and pulled my hair back. I gasped.

“Say, ‘Please, Colin.’”

“Please, Colin,” I said softly.

He kept one hand on my wetness and moved the other into his back pocket, tugging his wallet free. He held it up to me with a grin, and I found the condom he had in there. He threw the wallet into the back seat as I tore open the foil.

I watched as he adjusted himself, and slowly pulled his hard dick free. It stood stiff as I rolled the condom down around him.

“Fuck, my underwear,” I said, and went to move. Instead, he reached forward, grabbed it, and tore it right in half. I gasped and giggled softly.

“I liked those,” I complained. “And I didn’t bring many pairs.”

“Too bad. I’ll buy you more.”

“You can’t just—” but I couldn’t finish my sentence, because he lifted my ass in the air and slowly dropped me down onto his stiff shaft.

“Ah, I love that,” he grunted as I slowly wrapped myself around him. I groaned, amazed all over again at how well he filled me completely. I looked him in the eye and kissed him softly on the lips.

He grabbed my ass and thrust himself completely into me, pushing his cock to the hilt.

“Shit,” I said, and reached out to grasp the headrest. I began to work my hips in slow circles, riding him gently as he worked my breasts and kissed my neck. Jolts of excitement and pleasure flooded through me as I slowly began to pick up my speed, working my hips and ass in his lap.

We barely had room to move, but I couldn’t care less. There were only his lips, his body, and his hard cock filling my every inch.

He grabbed my ass and began to work me up and down, pumping himself into my pussy. I groaned and bucked myself back against him, trying to take every inch. I closed my eyes and gripped the headrest, working him hard as he thrust into me.

“I love how greedy you are for me,” he grunted.

“I am,” I gasped, as the excitement ran along my spine.

“I need it just as much, this sweet little pussy.”

I moaned as he thrust harder into me, and I worked and bucked my hips furiously, unable to contain myself anymore. I couldn’t move slowly, I could only work hard along his big dick, work my hips like it was the last thing left. I had to keep moving.

The orgasm built up through me. I used my knees to get more height and let him slam himself into me, thrusting deep. I moaned loudly as he pulled my hair, tipping my chin up into the air, and let him do the work as the orgasm rolled up through my body.

My muscles tensed but I stayed still as he thrust himself up into me, pulling my hair back, and I moaned loudly as I came. My whole body shook with the pleasure of him working me with his practiced, hard thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you come,” he grunted. I felt his free hand grab my ass and he adjusted himself, thrusting deeper.

“Don’t stop,” I groaned at him, the orgasm peaking and rolling through my whole body. I couldn’t help but shake and moan.

“Shit, I’m there,” he grunted and I felt his muscles tense as he began to come.

I worked my hips then, my orgasm beginning to fade, and helped him along. He grunted and groaned, holding my ass hard, as I worked up and down, slamming my skin into his crotch, taking every inch of him.

Finally, after what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, we finished. I sat unmoving in his lap, his cock still inside of me, breathing deeply. He laughed and grinned at me, a thin sheen of sweat on his face.

“Your bed or mine?” he asked.

“What?”

“Tonight. Do you want me to fuck you in your bed or mine?”

I laughed. “How are you thinking about that already?”

“What else should I think about? We have this whole house. I want to fuck you until your knees shake on every single surface.”

I shook my head and kissed his lips, feeling high and giddy from the powerful orgasm.

“Okay. We’ll see.”

I slowly lifted up, sliding myself off his shaft, and swung myself back over onto my seat. I adjusted my dress, frowning at my ruined panties.

“Ready to go in now?” he asked as he pulled the condom off.

“I guess I’m satisfied.”

He laughed as he opened his door.

“If you aren’t yet, you will be.”

I smiled and opened my own door.

I believed him.

S
ex made me hungry. Especially when that sex was constant and vigorous, and with a woman I couldn’t seem to get enough of.

Something had changed in Brenna after the bar. When that piece of shit hick scumbag tried to force himself on her, and I was smart enough to step in and stop it, suddenly her defenses had come completely down. Which I couldn’t complain about, since that meant it was open season for all the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

And she had been more than game for it.

Two days of knee-shaking sex. The kind of sweat-inducing mainlining of each other’s bodies that happened so rarely in life. Over and over we had lost track of time because we had nothing else to do but try and get as much pleasure packed into our waking hours as we could.

Eventually though, the meager supplies I had brought with us ran out, and I found myself driving to some run-down old grocery store on the edge of town. Bren wore the yoga pants I loved, probably just to mess with me, and I didn’t mind one bit.

We climbed out of the car and walked into the store. The long aisles were packed with colorful packaging, and I pushed the metal cart with one squeaking wheel. It felt so domestic and strange.

“What’s on the menu?” Bren asked.

“Other than you?”

“Cute. Seriously, what’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were cooking.”

She laughed. “Cook? I don’t think so.”

I shook my head. “If you expect me to make something, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

“I thought all you mob guys secretly knew how to cook.”

“That’s not something they taught me in the group home.”

She was silent for a second. “Sorry, I didn’t really think about it.”

“It’s okay. It’s not some dirty secret.”

We walked through the produce section, and Bren reached out to grab a few things.

“What was it like, anyway?”

“The home? It was pretty shitty.”

“In what way?”

I shrugged. “Not much money, so stuff was all secondhand and falling apart. Plus, the guys there weren’t the most upstanding citizens. I learned a lot of my criminal behavior from those people, and I was still considered a good kid.”

“It must have been hard.”

“It was and it wasn’t. You adapt. You learn how to survive.”

“What about foster care?”

“I was in and out of the foster system for a while. I guess because I became an orphan when I was a little bit older, nobody wanted to adopt me. Which was fine with me. I’d always been independent anyway.”

“How old were you?”

“I was two when my dad died, and six when my mom went.”

“I’m so sorry. How didn’t I know any of this?”

“I don’t talk about it much.”

I watched as Bren lapsed into silence and began picking out some food. If she wasn’t cooking, and I definitely wasn’t cooking, I wondered who was going to turn all the raw vegetables she was grabbing into something resembling actual food, but I kept that thought to myself. I suspected we’d be ordering out by night’s end.

“It was hard, you know. When my mom died,” she said after a minute.

“I bet it was. Were you close?”

She nodded. “Really close. I lied when I said I couldn’t cook. I mean, I can’t that well, but she taught me some stuff.”

I nodded. “That’s good. You should be happy you have some good memories of her.”

“Yeah, I am. I have bad ones, too, but they’re mostly from the end.”

“How did O’Brian take it?”

She laughed softly. “He was a mess, but he didn’t show it. That was pretty typical of him back then.”

“Still is.”

“I guess it’s a mob guy thing.” She gave me a look.

“Hey, I’m full of emotions. I express myself all the time.”

“Breaking some guy’s face isn’t expressing yourself.”

“I disagree.”

She nudged me with her hip and I laughed.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that,” she said.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s in the past. I’m sorry you had to go through it, too. Especially with O’Brian.”

“He wasn’t always a mess. Things were a lot better around the time you started showing up.”

“Well, obviously. I bring a certain feeling everywhere I go.”

“Right. You spread good cheer.”

“I’m the Santa Claus of violent criminals.”

She laughed and dropped a bunch of bananas into the cart. “Yeah, you have the gut and the beard and the red cheeks to match.”

I looked down at myself. “I am getting a little round in the middle. I practically have a dadbod now.”

She laughed again and threw her arms around me. “Don’t make jokes. We both know you’re ripped and I love it.”

“I know. You stare enough.”

“I do not!” she said, laughing harder.

“Okay, sure. I don’t mind being a piece of meat for you, though. So long as I get what I want.”

“What’s that?”

“You know what. That sweet pussy wrapped around my dick.”