Original Cin: A Raptors MC Novel Page 22

  Jemma narrowed her gaze. “Okay, time to start talking, Sloane. You’ve never pulled the rank-card on me before.”

  “Will you please calm down? We’re almost there, and then you’ll have all the answers you want.” Cinnia knew that she was asking for the impossible, so she decided to change the subject. “My stalker followed me on the way to you.”

  “Shit.” Jemma shifted in her seat. “Did you tell Brennan?”

  “Of course. I phoned him while the creep was behind me.”

  “I’m really happy you’re not one of those stupid sluts we always yell at in movies.”

  Cinnia laughed softly. “I’m brave, but I’m not stupid. I’d rather tell him about it now than get in trouble for it later.” She bit her bottom lip. “Although, I really do enjoy his punishment.”

  “The two of you are the weirdest couple. I don’t know how you can be into BDSM.”

  “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. It can be exhilarating, if done right.” Cinnia slowed down and turned in at the entrance of Drummond’s Customs & Repairs. “Especially when you trust the person you’re doing it with. I know Brennan will never hurt me.”

  “Nixon and I get rough, but I doubt I’ll allow spanking.” Jemma’s gaze settled on the motorcycles. “Wow, is everyone here?”

  Cinnia parked the car towards the back, close to the warehouse. “I think they went out with the truck or something. Come on.”

  “What’s it like, always having one of the prospects around?”

  “I get used to them.” Cinnia glanced at Byron and winked. “And they’re getting used to me, I think.”

  “You bet, ma’am,” he chuckled. He walked ahead of them and opened the warehouse door. “It beats doing homework.”

  “You better not be slipping up at school, or you’ll have me to answer to.”

  He simply shook his head in response.

  “Such a momma bear,” Jemma teased her friend as they headed deeper into the warehouse. “No wonder Mysie’s—”

  “SURPRISE!” over one hundred people yelled, the room illuminating and streamers popping all around.

  Jemma held a hand to her heart as her eyes took in the decorations, landing on the Welcome home, Nixon banner. Tears slipped over her cheeks as her husband parted from the crowd, making his way to her.

  Cinnia gave Jemma a sideways hug and whispered: “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

  “Oh, my God,” the nurse sobbed, lunging for Nixon. “You’re back!”

  Smiling contently, Cinnia watched as the two got reacquainted. There was nothing as beautiful as two people in love. Considering that Jemma and Nixon have been together for nearly six years, Cinnia was happy that their chemistry was still present. It gave her hope for her own future with Brennan.

  “I can almost hear you thinking about me.”

  Cinnia leaned into Brennan as he wrapped an arm around her waist. The party was loud and boisterous, yet she was in her own bubble, away from reality. Her life was always so busy, it felt like it was finally catching up with her. “Can you blame me?”

  “Not really. I’m amazing.”

  She rolled her eyes while he cracked up. She grabbed his hand and dragged him over to a table, getting Dawn’s piece of paper out and giving it to him. “Sign.”

  Brennan raised his eyebrows at her tone. “Why are you so uptight, all the sudden?”

  “I just want to get this out of the way so Dawn will be off my ass.”

  “Okay. Do you have a pen?”

  She handed it over, watching Brennan sign on to become the godfather of Dawn and Haye’s child. She was only half-aware of the party going on in the background, as she waited for her fiancé to finish. Once he returned the page, she was a little more relaxed.

  “I’ll give this back to Dawn and then—”

  Brennan pressed his mouth to hers, cutting off what she’d been about to say. His fingers found their way into her hair, massaging her scalp while he nipped at her bottom lip. When she fisted his shirt, effectively crumpling one of the most important documents in Dawn’s life, his assault became tender, his tongue silently requesting entry.

  Cinnia’s knees went weak as she gave in, letting Brennan dominate their kiss. Their tongues glided against each other slowly, as if this was the first time their lips have ever locked. She savored every sensation, committing them to memory. Heck, if she’d been a cat, she would’ve been purring.

  “Feeling better?” he murmured, sucking her top lip and staring into her eyes.

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathy and needy. She refused to let him go, standing on tiptoes to make sure he wouldn’t pull away.

  “I don’t like it when you’re impatient, unless it’s because of this,” he informed her. His one hand travelled to her ass, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

  He gave her a smoldering look, which proceeded to make her soak her panties. “I know what can cum all over you.”

  “Do you think we have time?” she asked, glancing around.

  “I don’t think we’re the first ones with this idea. Jemma and Nixon have disappeared already.” He cupped her behind in both hands, bringing her up against him. “Besides, we’re gonna be parents for a week. We should enjoy the time we have right now, while we can.”

  Damn it, he was right.

  Brennan could read her decision before she vocalized it. “Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand. He headed for one of the back exits, not the room they’d christened on more than one occasion. Once outside, he pulled her to a dark corner.

  “Is this where you decide you’ve had enough and kill me?” she giggled.

  “I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” He turned to her with a lopsided smile. “I figured Jemma and Nixon were using the room.”

  “Sexy and smart,” she teased, like so many times before, as she jumped into his arms to kiss him. She wrapped her legs around his hips while she fought against the submission his tongue craved, getting wetter every time she failed.

  Her back made contact with a wall and her heartbeat accelerated. Wrenching off the strip of leather that held his hair back, she twirled his auburn locks around her fingers to keep his face where it was. She loved how his lips attacked hers, claimed them as his. She doubted she would ever get enough of it.

  “Shit, your tattoo,” Brennan muttered suddenly, swapping places with her and sliding down the wall until he was seated, with her on his lap. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” she insisted. “Damn, I really wanted to be fucked against a wall.”

  “As soon as you’re healed.”

  “Holding you to that.” She reached between them to unbuckle his pants, whimpering with excitement as his pierced dick sprang free. She ran her hand over him, from his moist tip to the base and back up again. She shifted on his lap, pulling her skirt up as she positioned him at her core. “I love this part.”

  “I love that you’re not wearing panties,” he said huskily. He cupped the side of her face and traced her bottom lip with his thumb, hissing when she sucked it into her mouth. “Do it.”

  “This is my favorite part,” she insisted. The head of his cock was nudging her entrance, driving her wild, but she wanted to wait. To savor it. “The anticipation of having you in me, before you’re in me… My favorite thing in the whole world.”

  “I thought me making you cum was your favorite thing.”

  She giggled. “A close second.”

  And then she took him, right to the hilt, despite her body protesting the invasion, the way it always did. No matter how many times they’ve made love—and, truthfully, she’s lost count since her return, even though it’s been just a little over three months—and how well she knew his long, thick cock, it was a shock to her system, every time. Her inner muscles were well-trained in gripping him, creating delicious friction.

  Cinnia threw her head back on a gasp, staring at the sky above them. Has anything in this wor
ld ever been so perfect?

  “You’re always so fucking tight, lass,” he groaned.

  She clenched in response to his dirty words. She adored the things he said during intercourse. Sometimes, he was romantic and charming. Other times sexy, dominating. And then there were occasions when he was downright filthy.

  Tonight, he was going to be the latter, she could tell.

  “Ride my cock, Cin.” He gripped her hips in his hands and pivoted his own. “I want you to take me so hard and rough that I can hear my balls slapping against you.”

  She bit her lip and moved, so her knees were braced next to him. Thank fuck I’d opted for my thigh-highs, she thought. She rested her hands on his chest, lifted her ass and thrust down on him once, experimentally. The pressure was incredible and uncomfortable, at the same time.

  Brennan didn’t give her time to recover. His hands urged her into a punishing rhythm.

  “Ah,” she mewled, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to hang onto.

  One of his hands went behind her back to undo the knots that held her flimsy shirt together, freeing her breasts. His fingers clamped around her nipple harshly, just as he said: “You’re making me all wet, Cin. Such a dirty girl, not wearing panties and fucking me in an alley.”

  She wanted to change the angle of his dick ramming into her, but he wouldn’t allow it. “Bren!” she pleaded, knowing that she’d started this and that he would finish her. There was nothing as agonizing as wanting him to carry on and stop, all at once.

  His coarse fingertips assaulting her nipple made everything more confusing.

  “Screaming my name like that.” His tone suggested he approved of every noise she made. “Want me to suck on your tits, Cin?” The hand on her hip went up to massage her other breast, scraping his nail over her nipple. “Want me to mark you?”

  “Yes!” she screamed, though she wasn’t sure which question she was answering. She just needed… something. The kind of thing that only Brennan’s been able to give her.

  “Keep riding my cock, lass,” he instructed. He leaned forward and closed his mouth on her most abused nipple, his lips tender. His tongue helped ease the sting, lapping round and round, as if he was licking up a soft serve ice cream cone.

  All while her other breast was being crushed by his hand. She held his head there, loving the contrast. Loving the way he was spearing into her so brutally that she could feel her orgasm lurking behind a corner, waiting to jump her when she’ll least expect it.

  The sound of their flesh connecting, of her erratic breathing and his gruff voice, echoed around them. Goosebumps raised the hair on her arms and the back of her neck. She was close.

  “Best pussy in the goddamn world, creaming around my cock like this,” he murmured on her chest, turning his mouth to her other nipple. “Mine. My pussy. Whenever I need it, forever.” His hands slid down to her ass, motivating her to rock them to completion.

  “Brennan,” she moaned. She shut her eyes tightly as the pre-shocks of an intense orgasm began. “Brennan!”

  “Mine,” he grumbled possessively, his erection twitching inside her.

  That was all it took: the second his release spurted into her, her own crashed over him. She went limp on top of him, fighting for breath as he lazily trailed his tongue between her breasts. She felt swollen and owned and perfect.

  Unbelievably, every time was better than the last.

  “You sure an orgasm is a ‘close second’?” he panted.

  “Favorite thing ever,” she amended.

  “That’s what I thought.” He straightened to look at her. “Are you with me now?”

  She kissed him softly. “What do you mean?”

  “You spaced out on me in there,” he reminded her, tilting his head in the direction of the warehouse.

  “Right.” Her blush made zero difference to her flushed skin tone. “I’m sorry about that. I guess everything just overwhelmed me.” She smiled and traced his eyebrows. “I’m with you, don’t worry.”

  He let out a sated breath and leaned on the wall. “Good. Can we stay here a while?”

  “Aren’t you enjoying the party?”

  “I’m enjoying this party.” He tilted his hips up, grinning when her eyelids fluttered. Slowly, his facial expression sobered. “I’m happy Nixon’s back, but it’s always hectic helping a brother rehabilitate after prison, whether it’s after a one-month or a one-year sentence.”

  If it was supposed to be awkward, having an everyday conversation while he was still inside her, she wasn’t feeling it.

  Cinnia just kept stroking her fingers around his gorgeous face: from his forehead, down his nose, over his lips and up his cheeks. He hasn’t shaved in two days. She loved how his stubble tickled her skin. “What was it like for you?”

  He didn’t seem surprised that she’d found out about his brief stint while she had been away. His posture relaxed thanks to her ministrations and he breathed deeply, closing his eyes. “I was angry back then, making stupid mistakes.”

  She didn’t have to ask why he’d been so furious. She already knew, so she simply let him talk.

  “I wanted to get caught,” he explained. “When I picked fights, I wanted to feel the rush of them calling the cops and hearing the sirens in the distance, knowing they’re coming for me. The first time I was taken into custody, my dad managed to convince the station it was only a one-time thing. I didn’t want to get away with it, though, so I kept causing shit wherever I went until, eventually, I was sent to jail.” He smiled wryly. “I started a bunch of brawls there, too.”

  “When did you stop?”

  “When I figured out that I’m no use to you behind bars. That, if something happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to help. That you’ll never forgive me if I’m not there for you.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. She rubbed her nose against his and dropped a sensuous kiss on his plump lips. “Brennan, was there ever a time you weren’t thinking of me?”

  “Hardly. I used to have these nightmares of you being in trouble and that I couldn’t do anything about it. I fantasized about you every single morning when I woke up, using my hand to finish me off and wishing it was yours. Or your mouth. Or your pussy.”

  She felt him harden and her breathing hitched. “That sounds familiar.”

  “Oh?”

  “I couldn’t…” She flinched self-consciously. “I couldn’t enjoy sex if I wasn’t thinking of you. I used to tell myself that it wasn’t you, exactly, that it was just a man that looked like you, but I was lying. You ruined me for other men.”

  “If you’re looking for an apology, you’re not getting one,” he chuckled, softly caressing her sensitive breasts. “That’s exactly what I’ve always wanted.”

  She contracted her inner muscles around his semi-erect cock without thinking about it. Her body was responding to his, feeding off his sexual intent. “Well, mission accomplished,” she said jokingly. “I hope you’re happy.”

  “If you keep doing that, I will be.” He kissed her slowly. “Wait, turn around, but don’t let me slip out.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Good thing I’m flexible.”

  Cautiously, she moved her legs until she was straddling him, facing away from him. Thanks to the way she’d gripped him, he was now fully erect, filling her up all over again. She glanced over her shoulder, smiling once she saw how intently he was staring at the tattoos on her back.

  “Gorgeous,” he mumbled. “Lean forward and hold my thighs.”

  She did so. His piercing nudged her G-spot. “Can I do this?”

  He folded the back of her skirt up, tugging it into the waistband to expose her ass. “Go right ahead, Cin.” He slapped the side of her thigh. “Let me feel you.”

  She rolled her hips, aware that his leather pants—which hadn’t been pulled down properly—were rubbing her clit. She started out carefully, gently, loving the way he added to their pace. Brennan was not the type of man who would lay back while she did the work.

 
“So good,” he said. His finger was there, where they were joined in the most intimate way, spreading her natural lubricant around. And then, to her surprise, she felt it at her back entrance, pressing softly. “Do you want it?”

  Was he kidding? Already, her nipples were hardening, her body knowing exactly what he had planned and remembering all the times she’s enjoyed anal stimulation.

  “Cin, do you want it?”

  “Yes!”

  He went up to the first knuckle and retreated. “Like that?”

  “No,” she complained, pounding down on him. She was growing impatient. Why did he have to be such a tease?

  “Then what do you want?”

  “Finger-fuck my ass!”

  “Good, ‘cause that’s exactly what I want to do to your ass.”

  She cried out as he sheathed his finger inside, increasing her pace. She wanted more; she wanted everything. She will never get enough, not while there was such love and intense chemistry between them.

  Brennan gave her another finger, going deep and stimulating her in a way that had her vision blurring. “Cum all over my cock, Cin,” he demanded hoarsely.

  She couldn’t believe it when she did. There was no build-up and no warning. She simply shattered as her orgasm claimed her.

  He kept his fingers in her and shoved his dick upwards… Faster, harder, until he hit her cervix and exploded. “Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed, emptying himself. She was already so stuffed with his release, though he didn’t seem to mind adding more. On the contrary.

  “Wow,” she breathed, shivering.

  “Yeah, wow,” he agreed as he withdrew his fingers. He sighed deeply. “I suppose it’s time we head back to the party.”

  She burst out laughing. “Right, the party.”

  “Fucking hell.” He sounded tense. “Don’t do that unless you want another round.”

  “What?”

  “Laugh.”

  She struggled not to. “Okay, then I’ll get off you. You know, heaven forbid we go again.”

  “I’d prefer a bed next time.” He sucked in a breath between clenched teeth when she dismounted. “My ass is numb.”

  “So is mine,” she giggled. The evidence of their orgasms was trickling down her thighs. “Shit, maybe I should’ve opted for underwear, after all.”