Cocked: A Stepbrother Romance (50 page)

As he kissed me, I felt his free hand press itself down my yoga pants and begin to softly stroke my clit. I shivered, feeling the wetness increase.

“Wait,” I said, pulling away. “What about your arm?”

He grinned as he touched me. I let out a soft moan.

“I could get you off limbless and blindfolded.”

“You make that sound so sexy.”

“Gunshot or not, I’m more man than you’ll ever need.”

I didn’t answer, because he was too busy kissing me again, and I was too busy giving in to his desire. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his fingers pressed beneath my panties and rubbed my swollen and needy clit. I was soaked through and giving in to him, because I’d always give in to him. I didn’t have the strength to resist.

He walked me forward until I felt the backs of my legs hit up against the seat of a chair. I sat down and began to unbuckle his pants. Before I dropped them around his ankles, he fished a condom out of his pocket.

I felt the outline of his hard cock through his boxer briefs, marveling again at its size. He was always ready for me, rock hard in a second, and I knew I could always rely on his dick. I slid his underwear down and he stepped out of his pants and his underwear.

I spit in my hand and he grinned as I began to stroke his dick.

“Shirt off,” he ordered.

I laughed. “Get it yourself,” I teased.

“You either take it off or I tear it off. Your choice.”

I laughed then pulled my shirt up and off. He looked hungrily at my breasts and reached down to fondle them as I kissed the tip of his dick. He grunted, squeezing, and I slid him into my mouth. I sucked him hard, pushing it down into my throat, looking up at him.

“My favorite view in the world,” he said. “My cock in your pretty throat.”

I began to suck him slowly, up and down his shaft, using my hand to trail along behind my lips. He grunted his pleasure and I sped up, working him hard. I could tell I was soaked through and practically aching for him, but I wanted him to love it. I wanted to suck his cock and make him happy because he more than deserved it. Plus, I loved having his heavy dick in my mouth, and I loved the grunts he made as I sucked him faster and faster.

Finally, after a minute or two, he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me off of him. He leaned forward and kissed me hungrily, and I returned his desire. He pulled me up to my feet and roughly spun me around. I gasped, loving how strong he was even with only one arm, as he tugged down my pants. I was aching and soaked for him, and loved being exposed up on the roof.

I watched over my shoulder as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth and used his one hand to roll it over his dick.

“Impressive,” I said.

“Told you. One hand is enough.”

He stepped close, tugging at my hips, and I felt his tip press against my entrance. I groaned, tossing my hair back, as he pressed deep into me with one practiced thrust.

“Shit,” I gasped. “That never gets old.”

“You’re damn right, it doesn’t.”

He began to stroke in and out of me slowly, filling me up.

“Is your arm okay?” I asked.

He answered by slapping my ass hard.

“Ask about it again.”

“I’m just making sure—“

He spanked me again, harder. I gasped at the pain, but it was quickly masked by his hand reaching around my hips and rubbing my clit. I threw my head back and moaned at the combination of his big cock and his practiced fingers working my soaked-through pussy.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned.

“Maybe two hands is too much for you,” he said. “Maybe I’ll have to wear a sling more often.”

“I’ll take whatever,” I moaned, not really able to think.

“I know you will.”

He continued to thrust deep into me, mercilessly working my body. I bucked my hips back against him, losing myself in the pleasure and the stimulation. I needed him more and more, wanted every inch, and he had plenty to give.

I felt him lean forward, his hand still gently and skillfully working my clit, and his cock still thrust deep into me.

“You’re fucking mine now, Brenna.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Your pussy is mine. Your lips are mine. Your big, perfect tits are mine.”

“Everything is yours.”

“And I’m going to take you as much as I want.”

“Please,” I moaned, shivers running up my spine.

“Please what?”

“Please, make me come,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, god—fuck, yes, make me come.”

He leaned back and began to fuck me harder, his thrusts slapping up against my ass, and his hand still working my clit. I worked my hips back against him, taking every inch of him, losing myself in the sweat and the heat that was his body.

I was his in every inch of my being, and he was mine. His thick cock was mine, his perfect sculpted body was mine, his cocky attitude and his strength were all mine.

I reached back and grabbed his hips, working my ass, and the orgasm rolled through me. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, not caring who heard. I came hard on his dick and with abandon, unable to control myself. I felt him stiffen behind me and heard him grunt, clearly having his own orgasm, and I kept working and rocking my hips in circles as he thrust into me.

We came down together, slowly, sweating in the heat of the day. Once it was done, he pulled himself out of me and collapsed onto a chair. I climbed into his lap, careful of his arm, and curled myself against him.

“Fuck, girl, you’re too much,” he said.

I smiled. “Yeah, you’re not bad yourself.”

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, and I enjoyed his heat and the thump of his heart. Finally, he stirred.

“I really do have something to do right now,” he said softly.

I laughed. “Sorry, I totally forgot.”

I stood up and watched him pull the condom from his softening dick. He walked over and tossed it into a trashcan then pulled his underwear and pants back on. I watched him struggle a bit, but decided not to help.

Finally, he looked up at me.

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay. Have fun.”

He laughed.

“I will.”

W
e stood facing down the Italians in an empty parking lot at around midnight. The lights cast a ghoulish glow around our men as we shifted nervously from side to side. Fabrizio stood next to me, his wrists tied together with rope, his mouth bound with duct tape. I glanced over at Jimmy, standing with a grave look on his face behind his men, and I nodded at him. He gave me a tight smile in response.

Each side had at least twenty men, and everyone was armed to the teeth. It was one of the biggest shows of force our two gangs had gone through in a long time. There was no reason for bloodshed, since everyone wanted the same thing, but still—in our line of work, it was better safe than sorry.

O’Brian walked out into the center of the lot and stood alone between our two groups.

“Most honorable Don,” he called out. “We have the rat prisoner that has been evading your people for so long.”

An older man in a long trench coat stepped forward to meet O’Brian. The Don of the Italians was a thin man with jet black hair graying at the sides and a sharp, hooked nose. He was an intense man, though I had no real experience with him at all. I had only ever heard rumors, and the rumors were all the same: violent, intelligent, and dangerous.

He was my kind of guy.

“Boss O’Brian,” the Don called out. “We thank you for this generous gift.”

O’Brian nodded. “It was our pleasure.”

“Tell me, why does he look so abused?”

I glanced at Fabrizio and couldn’t stifle a smile. For the past few hours, our men had worked him over again and again, keeping him awake but inflicting as much pain as possible, all as a lesson to him and his New York people. We had kept him from losing his leg, but we had made his life miserable in other ways. They weren’t going to fuck with the Irish ever again.

“Don, I can only say that he must have fallen down a flight of stairs. I do not know why he is so abused.”

The Italian boss smiled and stopped in front of O’Brian.

“Your boys didn’t have anything to do with it?”

“Don, I am offended,” O’Brian said, playing it up. “We would never injure a member of the Cosa Nostra, not on purpose, at least.”

“And so, this was an accident?”

“Purely an accident.”

Fabrizio looked terrified and shocked as the two men shook hands amiably. I knew that the pageantry was all for the enlisted men. In fact, the Italian Don knew from the start that we had caught Fabrizio, and approved of our violent activities against him. As it turned out, the Italians didn’t take kindly to members of their own who went rogue and tried to start a war with another powerful gang.

“Very well, I take your word,” the Don said.

“Most appreciated, Don.”

“Please, send the man over and let’s be done with this whole thing.”

“Gladly.”

O’Brian jerked his head toward me, and I shoved Fabrizio forward. He stumbled but caught himself and walked over to the Italian side, limping on his wounded leg. I followed him up until we reached O’Brian and the Don, and watched as Fabrizio continued on over to his people. Once he was there, someone ripped off the duct tape and cut his hands free. Fabrizio gave me a dirty look but couldn’t meet my eyes.

Good. He was lucky to be alive. But at least I had broken him like the dog he was.

O’Brian gestured at me. “Don, this is Colin Blake, my second in command.”

They spoke softer, not wanting the men to overhear.

The Don nodded. “Good to meet you. I’ve heard good things.”

I dipped my head in respect. “Thank you, sir.”

“But please, don’t beat anymore of my soldiers. They get angry when you do that.”

I grinned. “I won’t, sir. At least not without a very good reason.”

He laughed. “Good enough.”

O’Brian gave me a nod and I walked back over to our people and leaned back against the hood of my car, watching. Fabrizio was hustled into the back of a car and it pulled away immediately, driving fast to whatever hole they were going to put him in. I wondered what the Italians were going to do to him in the long run, or if we were punishment enough for the piece of shit. I hoped he had more pain in store.

O’Brian and the Don spoke in low tones about something. I didn’t bother trying to listen in, since O’Brian would tell me all about it later. Still, it was a pretty big deal to see the two most powerful gang leaders in the city speaking out in the open like they were. They communicated all the time, but usually through back channels, and never in person. We had to keep up appearances, after all.

Finally, they finished and shook hands again. O’Brian came back to our group and the Don went back to his people. We watched as the Italians got into their cars and drove off, and O’Brian dismissed most of the other men on our side. Finally, after all the cars pulled away, it was only me and him left behind, looking out at the empty parking lot.

“You did a good job,” he said.

“Thanks.”

He leaned up against the car next to me and sighed. “About that thing you mentioned.”

“You mean, Davin betraying us?”

He winced. He hadn’t exactly taken the whole thing very well, especially considering Davin had been such an important part of the gang for so many years.

“Yes, about that. Did my daughter have a sentence for him? I want her to feel safe again.”

“She wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to deal with that.”

“I see. Well, I just want her to feel protected.”

“I know that, sir. She left it up to me.”

He looked at me in silence for a minute.

“Okay then. Davin’s fate is up to you.”

I nodded. “I’ll take care of him.”

We sat in silence for a moment. I wondered what was going on inside of his head, but figured I wouldn’t press the man any more than I had to.

“About the adoption,” he said, breaking the silence.

“I’m in love with Brenna,” I blurted out.

He stared at me, clearly surprised. I had no clue why it came out like that, but it did. I couldn’t keep bullshitting the man when I had no intention of becoming his adopted son. If he didn’t approve of it, well, then I would deal with what happened next. Maybe take Bren and leave the city, find someplace safe.

Instead of chewing me out, he started laughing. I stared for a second then joined in, laughing loudly in the empty night.

“So, that’s it, then,” he finally said.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m in love with your daughter.”

He shook his head. “And what does she think?”

“I think she feels the same way, sir.”

He nodded and our laughter died down.

“I guess becoming her stepbrother would make things awkward.”

“It would, yeah.”

“Okay. Forget about the adoption.”

“You’re not angry?”

He shrugged. “Frankly, I’m not surprised. I saw it years ago. I should have seen it again this time.”

“Still, it messes up your plans.”

“Actually, this is good for me. The adoption was a play, but it was a weak play and we both knew it. If you happened to marry my daughter....” He shrugged. “That would make you my son-in-law.”

“We haven’t talked about marriage.”

He gave me a wicked grin. It was absolutely terrifying. “Well, you better start, son.”

I said nothing, just nodded. I hadn’t realized that I was the marrying type, but maybe I was. Maybe I could learn to be, at least.

If I was going to take the plunge with anyone, it was going to be with Bren. It could only ever be with her.

“For your sake, she better feel the same way,” he said. “I’m not going to try and adopt you a second time.”

“I’ll take that risk.”

He looked at me seriously for a second, appraising me in that way he had.

“That’s good to hear. Men take a risk on the people they care about. I’d think less of you if you had answered any other way.”

I laughed and shrugged. “What can I say, sir? I am what I am.”

“Aren’t we all?”

O’Brian pushed up off the car and began to walk away.