“Who else could it be for?” My teeth were clenched as I asked the question, and I promised myself that if she said that August douche, I was going to break his jaw.
Her eyes locked with mine, and she moved her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. Her lips parted, a small moan escaping. Fuck, that was hot! I'd meant to deny her what she wanted, make her tell me that I was the one responsible for her being so turned on, but as she used my hand, I changed my mind.
“Make yourself come on my fingers,” I ordered, shifting my weight so she could do whatever she wanted without breaking my wrist. Her pussy was so tight though, I half-wondered if she could do some damage to my fingers. I was pretty sure it'd be worth it.
She reached up and grabbed the handle above the door, using it for leverage. Her gorgeous tits bounced under her sweater as she moved. I could feel her thighs flexing around my arm, her pussy clenching my stiff fingers. I'd never realized until that moment how fucking sexy it could be watching someone who was so completely covered.
“That's it, baby. Fuck yourself. I want to feel you come.” My erection throbbed painfully. “Damn, Bryne, you're dripping down my whole fucking arm.”
Her cheeks were flush, pupils wide, like my words were turning her on even more. I hoped they were because I was enjoying talking to her. I'd always gotten off on telling women what to do when it came to sex, but I'd never felt like this before. It was like going from getting high on some cheap shit to the best quality. Not even comparable.
“Hold still.” A thrill went through me when she immediately froze. “Let's get another one in there.”
She let out a long groan as I worked a third finger into her. Even after she came, it would be a tight fit to get inside.
“You can move again.” I could feel her body trembling and knew she was close. “Get yourself off quick, baby, because I need to be inside that hot pussy of yours, or I'm going to come in my pants.”
She reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling it as she moved faster. Up and down, around, in a rhythm all her own. My hand was drenched, and the smell of sex filled the car. That possessive part of me loved knowing that when the driver got back in, he'd know that I had her. That she was mine.
“Come on, baby. That's it. Just a little more.”
Her whimper told me she was close.
“As soon as you come, I'm replacing my fingers with my cock,” I warned her. “Tell me now if I need to grab a condom from my wallet.”
She shook her head. “On the pill,” she gasped. “Trust you.”
Fuck me. I knew I should tell her that was a bad idea. Not the sex part of it, because I knew I was clean. It'd actually been six months since I'd fucked anyone else, and never bare. Only thing I'd had other than my own hand since then had been a couple random mouths.
No, trusting me was the bad idea. But I wouldn’t tell her that now. I needed her too badly to risk it.
I moved my thumb, pressing it right against her clit as she dropped down, and she wailed. I swore as she squeezed my fingers so tightly it hurt, but I didn't really mind. I'd do just about anything if it meant getting to see her come this hard again.
The moment her grip loosened, I pulled my fingers out of her, earning a curse as she dropped down on the seat. I yanked my pants down, feeling a moment of relief as I freed my aching cock. I grabbed her hips as I dropped to my knees in front of the seat. I lined us up and paused only long enough to glance at her face to make sure I had her consent.
She didn't even finish nodding before I was slamming into her. I nearly came right then. I thought she felt good before, but it was nothing compared to being skin to skin. If it meant I could go bareback, I'd never even look at another woman while I had Bryne.
I moved hard and fast, knowing I couldn’t last much longer, but I wanted her to come again, or keep coming if the spasms I was feeling around my dick meant she hadn't yet stopped. I moved one hand under her to grab her ass and hold her in place, but my other hand went to her stomach, my thumb going right to her clit.
We'd moved beyond talking, beyond anything but the sound of me driving into her, the grunts I heard myself making, the little gasps and whimpers from her. As I came, Bryne's body began to shake. She shouted my name, driving her hips up until I was as deep as possible, emptying inside her. Claiming her in a way I'd never claimed any other woman before.
For better or worse, she was mine.
I just didn't know what the hell it meant.
Chapter Five
Bryne
I’d never be able to look at that driver again. Dax and I had gotten our clothes back on well before the driver came back, but the entire car smelled like sex, and I was overly aware of Dax's cum soaking into my leggings. I wasn't sure what had possessed me to tell him that it was okay not to use a condom. I wasn't worried about getting pregnant – I'd gone on the pill in high school – and I did believe him that he was clean, but I still felt weird about it. Like it was the sort of thing done between two people in a much closer relationship. Or a defined one at the very least.
Still, Dax hadn't run. He'd put his arm around me, pulled me against him. If we were in a bed, I would've called it cuddling. We hadn't spent the night together though. He told me that he needed to spend some time with his mother, and while I still had questions about what he'd been doing over the last couple days, I didn't doubt the truth of that statement. We kissed before he grabbed a cab from in front of Gavin and Carrie's place, and I'd gone upstairs feeling much better than I had in a while.
I slept well last night, so as I stepped into the theater, I was ready to go. August seemed a little annoyed at me, but I wasn't really surprised. While he'd respected my decision to turn him down for a date, he'd made it clear he was still interested. Seeing me going with Dax couldn't have been fun.
I filled Todd in over lunch and then listened as he told me about plans he and Hiram had to spend the entire weekend together. He was hoping the time apart had made his boyfriend come to the same realization he had – that he wanted things to move forward.
When we took a break later that afternoon, I had a text waiting for me.
Dinner and a bed tonight. Gonna make you ride my cock like you rode my hand.
I refused to tell Todd why my face was red, grateful he couldn't tell that my pussy was throbbing in anticipation. I still didn't know what had gotten into me yesterday in the car, only that when Dax talked dirty like that, it did something to me. Almost like it tore away the last of the constraints I'd always felt back in DC.
Surprisingly, even after that text, I was able to focus, and by the time rehearsal ended, all of us were feeling great about how things were progressing. Todd and I headed for the door, and it was all I could do not to run outside to see if Dax was already there.
“Glad to see you and your man got things worked out,” Todd said.
“He's not my man,” I responded automatically.
As we stepped outside and I saw Dax waiting by the car, Todd laughed. “Whatever you say, hon. I'll see you Monday. Have fun.”
I gave him a distracted wave, not taking my eyes off of Dax. He smiled at me, but it was the sort of dangerous smile that made my knees go weak and my entire body tingle. I was already anticipating his kiss when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye.
I turned my head...and stopped dead in my tracks. Bronze curls the same color as mine. Hazel eyes. A face and figure that offered a good idea of what I'd look like in the future.
“Mom?” I was barely aware of Dax coming to stand behind me.
“Hi, honey.” She gave me a weak smile and held out her arms.
I gave her a hug, still trying to process the fact that she was standing in front of me. “What are you doing here?” I asked as she took a step back.
She opened her mouth to answer, then slid her gaze to my right. “Hi, I'm Allison Dawkins. Bryne's mom.”
Shit. Dax. How the hell was I supposed to explain him to her? Hey, Mom, this is Dax. We've been fucking since I got
to the city, but we're not actually dating because we both said we weren't looking for a relationship, and now I'm starting to regret that decision because I really like him. Maybe even more than like.
“Mom, this is Dax. He helped me with my car when I first got here.”
I didn't look at Dax as I spoke, but I felt him stiffen, telling me enough about how he felt to make me feel bad. I couldn't fix it though, not without having an awkward discussion in front of my mother. Actually, if I was being honest, I didn't even know how to fix it. If we'd had some sort of commitment or talked about who we were to each other, that would've been one thing. We hadn't done any of that, and this was the result.
“Please tell me he told you to get rid of that piece of junk.” She gave him a smile that only I could tell had a bit of edge to it.
“I'm not having this conversation again.” I barely kept from snapping. “I love that car.”
“So where is it?” She looked around.
“Hey, Bryne,” Dax interrupted before I could answer her question. “I'm heading out.”
“Okay.” I glanced toward him, but he was already walking away, every angry line of his body telling me that I was the one who screwed up this time. I guess I was due.
“Bryne,” Mom said my name again. “It's freezing out here, and the taxi I took from the airport left already.”
“Oh, sorry.” I turned back to her. I wanted to make things right with Dax, explain to him that my mom had caught me off guard and that I hadn't known what to say to her, but I knew I needed to take care of Mom first. No matter how much I thought I felt for Dax, any sort of future with him was uncertain. I refused to put that above my relationship with my mother, and considering how the two of us left things, I needed to talk to her.
“Here.” I opened the back door to the car and gestured for her to get in. As I climbed in after her, I tried not to think about what I'd done in this back seat a little more than twenty-four hours ago. I really hoped the seats had been steam-cleaned since then.
“I thought you didn't want to waste Nana and Papa's money on things like car services,” Mom said as she settled into the seat.
“Tavern on the Green,” I said to the driver. It was the first place that popped into my head that would be okay to take my mom. I wasn't about to drop her on Gavin like this, not before I found out why she was here. “And I'm not wasting money. I told you that Gavin has a car service. He has a couple cars just for family.”
“Right. Gavin.” Her mouth tightened.
She and I had been exchanging terse texts since I moved, and when I finally told her that I met her half-brother, she stopped responding.
“That's actually why I'm here.”
My eyebrows went up, but I didn't say anything.
She took a deep breath. “If you're staying with him, and he's going to be a part of your life, I need to meet him.”
My jaw dropped. I assumed she'd come to tell me to stay away, to convince me to come home. Anything but admitted that she wanted to meet the half-brother she partially blamed for having never known her father.
Apparently, my life could get more complicated.
Chapter Six
Dax
All day at work, I managed to avoid talking about the scheme Booker and Georgie were cooking up to steal cocaine from Booker's cousin's supplier. Since a couple of the part-time guys weren't in the gang either, I made sure I worked near them so the other guys couldn't talk to me without risking someone hearing something they shouldn't. I got the impression that Georgie had wanted to tell them to leave, but that would've tossed up some serious red flags, and even he wasn't that big of an idiot.
I was in a tough place right now. I hadn't wanted to transport the coke back from Jersey, but I'd been able to justify that. This was a whole other level of crazy. Suppliers who had that much shit laying around weren't easy-going people. They were ruthless. Booker might've been a scary bastard, but my gut told me that whoever he wanted us to rip off was ten times worse.
On top of all of that, though, was what had happened yesterday with Bryne. What we'd done in the car had been hot – hell, just thinking about it made me hard – but the sex part of it wasn't what I kept thinking about. Not only the sex anyway. It was the thing I'd realized as I came inside her. That she was mine.
That scared me more than Booker or anything he wanted me to do. My mom was my family. She was the only person I cared about. I liked Carrie and Gavin good enough, but that was as far as it went. I didn't get attached to anyone. And I sure as hell didn't claim some nineteen-year-old I hadn't even known a month.
Except I had.
She might not have known it, but I did. No one got to put their hands on her for any reason unless I was okay with it, and I was damn sure there weren't many men I’d be okay with.
I sent her a text when I stopped for lunch and then wondered if I should work on being less crude, more romantic. Girls were supposed to like that shit. Well, not the kind I'd fucked before. They wanted a heavy hand and a dirty mouth. Or at least they pretended to because they thought that was what guys like me wanted. I'd always thought that was what I wanted too, but Bryne changed things.
Sort of.
I wanted to fuck her hard, tie her up, make her suck my cock...but more than any of that, I wanted her to like it. While I'd never forced anyone, I didn't really give a second thought when they agreed to any of the shit I wanted. A girl said she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, I did it, and never thought twice about whether it was something she really wanted or if she just wanted me enough to put up with it. I didn't care why she did it. That was her business. I had no problem getting a girl off, but I also didn't care if she was faking it.
But I wanted Bryne to like what I did to her, even if she was doing it to please me. In fact, the thought of her trusting me enough to do something she might not think she'd like, then making it so good for her that she begged for it...
I closed my eyes and mentally took apart a carburetor and put it back together a couple of times, anything to keep myself from going back to work with a hard-on. I kept busy after lunch, but as soon as I hit the end of my shift, I punched out and left, Bryne the only thing on my mind.
The moment she stepped outside of the theater, I felt like I was suffocating and hadn't even realized it until I could breathe again. I might've been a fucking pussy for thinking like that, but it was true, and I wasn't sure I could lie to myself about her anymore.
I was already taking a step toward her, ready to kiss her until she couldn't remember her name...and then it all went to hell because her mother showed up. A flare of panic went through me. I'd admitted to myself that she was mine, but meeting her mom, that was a whole other level, and I hadn't even gotten used to this level. I'd never met anyone's mom before. I had no clue how to behave around a mom that wasn't mine. Bryne and I hadn't talked about what we were to each other. I didn't even know how to introduce myself.
It hadn't taken long for me to see that I didn't have to worry about that. Bryne wasn't going to introduce me at all. Well, not as anything more than the guy who worked on her car. And then when I told her I was leaving, I thought she'd at least acknowledge it. Instead, I barely got a wave.
As I walked away, I told myself that it didn't matter. That just because she'd met my mom, I shouldn't expect her to introduce me to hers. Besides, it wasn't like I'd actually meant for them to meet. It was as much of an accident as this was. I couldn't say I wouldn't have reacted the same way if my mom had shown up suddenly.
Except while I probably wouldn't have had a clue what to call Bryne, I wouldn't have wanted her to leave. I would've wanted my mom to get to know her, to see what an awesome person she was. If she'd tried to leave, I would've asked her to stay, wanted her to be there with me.
I wouldn't have just been okay with her walking off.
It took me until I was halfway to the subway to realize that I wasn't just annoyed. I was hurt.
I'd never been hurt by a woman before.
Never cared enough to.
And I fucking hated it.
I practically stomped onto the subway car, ignoring the people scrambling to get out of my way. They should move. Should be scared of me. I wasn't a good guy and deep down, I knew that was why Bryne didn't want to introduce me to her mom. Carrie and Gavin had given me the benefit of the doubt because of my mom, and I'd blown it because I wasn't the kind of person who deserved to be trusted.
Twenty minutes later, the shop door rebounded with a loud bang when I slammed in, and I glowered at the new guy when he jumped. Little Eddie looked surprised, but the biggest reaction came from the person who was sitting on Force's lap.
Cleo nearly fell on the floor trying to get off Force, yanking her skirt down as far as it was possible to get that skimpy thing. Which pretty much just meant that it covered up the neon pink thong she was wearing underneath. And that hadn't covered much. Even if I hadn't been caught up with Bryne, seeing Cleo flash her pussy wouldn't have done much for me. I'd never be desperate enough to get back into that. My hand was safer.
“Dax, babe, didn't think you were comin' tonight.” She batted her fake eyelashes at me.
“I was supposed to be,” Force griped good-naturedly.
I jerked my chin at him but spoke to Cleo. “Don't be such a cock tease.”
She kept her eyes on me as she reached down and grabbed Force's cock through his jeans. “If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask.”
“I wanna watch.” The new guy leered at her.
She completely ignored him. If she hadn't been jerking Force off through his pants, I would've said she was ignoring everyone but me. Since even that was about me, it was still true.
“How about it, Dax? You want to watch me suck him off? Or do you finally have the balls to share me? You can fuck me while he's in my mouth.”
I didn't know if it was because of Bryne, or just because Cleo was the one making the offer, but it didn't appeal to me at all.