hair. He fondles a few strands before I move my mouth over him again. This time, he doesn’t hold back. He places his hand on the back of my head fisting a handful of my hair, but I’m the one in control. The one making Brawler lose his resolve. This is what he needs.
“I keep thinking about you,” he confesses. “I want to be inside you every night. To feel you under me, hear your cries.”
Intense heat settles in my core, which only spurs me on. I take him in further, pressing my lips against him tighter.
“Everything about you is fucking beautiful, Kyla. Everything.”
He tightens his grip in my hair as he rocks in and out of me. He starts out slow until a strangled cry releases from him that has more liquid heat dampening my panties. “Let go,” I urge, and then I’m right back on him again, stroking him toward the back of my throat.
I sink my nails into his ass as he fucks my mouth. The masculine noises of pleasure he makes coats me with pure need. Without warning, he rips my mouth from him as he places his hands over the tip of his jerking cock. Cum spills into his hands as I sit back in satisfaction. Watching my big man lose control thrills me. He took what he needed, and I let him. He doesn’t always have to be the knight in shining armor. He can be the one who defied everything despite the consequences.
Do I think he should’ve sacrificed himself to keep me safe? Fuck no.
I understand why he did it though.
He reaches behind him to the desk and grabs a few tissues to clean up with. He holds them tightly in his hand while he pulls his pants up and then helps me stand, pushing me against the concrete wall at my back. He kisses me, this time throwing himself behind the kiss until I’m in a daze, captured by the full force of his feelings. He doesn’t seem to give a fuck that he can taste himself on me, and my pussy throbs.
“Johnny’s a damn fool if he won’t share you with us.” He breathes heavily. He waits until I lock gazes with him until he asks, “What happens if he says no?”
I blink at him. Worry lines his features as if this question has kept him up at night. “If you’re asking if I’ll give you up, the answer is fuck no. You and Oscar are a part of me. Magnum, too. He won’t like the answer if he makes me choose.” My mouth dries. Fear coats me, and I look away, trying to keep my breathing under control. Just the thought of losing any of them sends me into a spiral.
“That’s if he doesn’t kill us first.”
“He won’t kill you,” I promise, gritting my teeth.
It’s a dangerous thing to promise, but if Johnny cares for me like he says he does, he won’t kill the people I care about. If he wants someone to rage at for what’s happened, he can rage at me. He can take his anger out on me. I’m the one who deserves it. I’ll gladly take all the punishment before he even faces the others.
“He doesn’t deserve you. Hell, none of us do, but he claimed you like you were property. He hacked his way into your life, and you know damn well what he did to you in the beginning.” I open my mouth to say something when he cuts me off. “He hurt you, Kyla. Don’t you remember that? The bruises I saw. The bandages I had to apply.” His body shudders in thought as I wince. “I get when you say he doesn’t know any better, but if he decides he wants in on this... You, me, Oscar, Magnum. We’re having words with him. He doesn’t treat you like that. If he does it again, I don’t care who he is, he answers to us.”
The reminder of past Johnny sits like a dead weight in my stomach. It doesn’t change the way I feel about him. I can acknowledge the person he was, but still see the man he is right now. “He doesn’t treat me like that anymore.”
“He beat the shit out of Oscar for touching your wrist. He’s a loose cannon. Don’t you think it’s a little suspicious he offered me up, Kyla? When we were at the meeting, K asked who the best fighter was. He could’ve said anyone.