Enemy (The Aces Book 3) Page 7

  “I suggest,” Kiera hissed, her low, precise voice catching my attention, “you turn your prissy asses around and walk out of my line of sight. I don’t give a fuck if you’re Old Ladies to members of this club, I will take those ugly ass heels and stab you with them.” My steps slowed as I listened. I couldn’t wait around and let her hurt the girls too badly, but I couldn’t stop my curiosity’s desire to wait and hear what they said next.

  “For what?” I heard Haley scoff. My jaw ached painfully as I ground my teeth, angry that they would so blatantly disregard my command.

  “You can spin whatever bullshit lies you want to anyone who will listen, but I know Brooks and Garrett didn’t fuck anyone else while I was away, and I know like hell they wouldn’t just share any ol’ hang around.”

  That was what they were spreading? Some shit story trying to push her away from us? I thought, shock warring with the rage that pushed me to shut this shit down right now.

  “I mean, it’s the truth—” There was a thud, followed by a screaming screech. At the sound, I looked around the corner to see Haley clutching her gushing nose and Kiera stepping back from them.

  “You bitch!” Leah screamed, lunging forward, but Kiera was faster, yanking her gun from her lower back and centering it in the middle of Leah’s pale forehead.

  “Now I suggest you listen to me,” Keira ground out, her patience clearly worn thin. “Get the fuck out of my sight and don’t tell anyone what happened; otherwise, a broken nose will be the least of your concerns. Oh, and stop spreading bullshit lies, I know my men wouldn’t fuck me over.”

  My brows rose, a smile curling my lip at her declaration. She does care, I knew it! Kiera might have a bit of bite when it came to our fucked-up relationship, but from where I was standing, she was all bark.

  “Oh, yeah?” I had to admit that the girls had some balls to continue going toe to toe with Kiera. That is just dumb as hell seeing as how Kiera will eat them for breakfast.

  “Yeah, because they’re mine, and no one fucks with that.”

  “No one would believe you. We’re Old Ladies, and you’re just an outsider,” Haley muttered, her words slurred and garbled through the blood that continued to pour from her nose.

  “Am I no one?” I called out, stepping out of my hiding spot and leisurely making my way into the bar. If I wasn’t so pissed off, I might have laughed at their eyes growing abnormally wide at my appearance.

  “Uh, Boss,” Olivia stuttered, the other two standing silently, unable to figure out what to say.

  “I said, am I no one?” I barked, my bellow startling them. A chorus of ‘no’ went up between the three of them. Stepping up behind Kiera, I gripped the back of her neck, my fingers tangling into her short hair. “Get the fuck off my compound. When this shit the club is dealing with is done, I will consider whether or not you’ll be allowed back. No one comes between my Old Lady and me. Now leave.”

  “Was that really necess—” Kiera hissed as soon as they left, but I cut her statement off. I tugged her head back and smashed my mouth to hers.

  Her lips were warm, moving against mine in a slow tease that only made me want more, but before I could get any further, the cold metal barrel of her gun pressed into my temple. Smirking, I opened my eyes. The fire within her mossy depths burned, but despite how hard she was trying to hide it with her narrowed gaze and clenched jaw, I saw the need pulsing.

  Instead of being smart, I decided to see just how far I could push her. Just how far Kiera would allow me to force my way back into her life. We are hers, after all, especially knowing she still wants us. Her little display with those bitches made that clear. I was sure I wasn’t supposed to hear it, but it was the opening I had been waiting for. Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around her gun, the contrast between the icy metal and her flushed skin on my fingers only solidifying my decision. The longing for her to be right here, right in front of me for so many months… and here she was. I can’t let her go, not again. A flat mask was in place, her lips thinned as she waited to see what I would do. Always the tease.

  “No one fucks with what’s mine,” I quoted, twisting and ripping the gun away from her before kissing her fiercely.

  She didn’t fight me, grabbing ahold of my shirt. My hand tightened in the silky blonde tresses, holding her steadfast against me as I devoured her. The familiar berry and grease scent surrounded me as I drank her in, our tongues tangling together. Fuck. The feeling of her curves against me was something I had dreamed of over the last several months. Ever since she had left, all I wanted was to feel her lips against mine, revel in her curves against the hard planes of my chest, lose myself in her sassy attitude and slick pussy.

  A cough sounded, breaking the bubble of lust around us. Glaring over, I saw Cheryl watching us with a barely restrained laugh. Kiera started to pull away, but she only got a few inches because I moved too fast for her to get away. Scooping her up, I tossed her over my shoulder, her gasp of surprise making me break out in a grin as I walked down the hall to the nearest bedroom.

  “What the fuck, Brooks?” Kiera hollered, hitting me in the back, but the sting of her fist barely registered on the other side of the club patch on my cut. “Put me down!”

  “Okay.” I shrugged, flipping her back over and onto the bed. Her eyes burned, her mouth open as she struggled to come up with something to say. “Speechless, huh?”

  Good.

  “You little…” she hissed, scrambling off the bed. I stepped in front of her, cutting off her path to the door. “Move.”

  “No.” Her upper lip curled in a snarl, but she couldn’t hide the need that flared in her gaze or the peaked nipples underneath her shirt. If I slipped a couple of fingers between her luscious thighs right then, I knew I would find it soaking.

  She wasn’t getting away from me again.

  Shoving my chest, she tried to force me out of the way, but even with her fighting skills, I was still bigger, and I didn’t move more than half a step. I flashed her a cocky smile, reveling in the way she was fired up, knowing that once I lit that fuse, she wouldn’t be able to stop until she exploded.

  And that was exactly what I wanted.

  “You think you’re so fucking bad, being the president of this club,” she snapped, her fingers curling into tight fists. I readied for what was about to come, prepared for anything she might throw my way. “But are you really that big and bad, or is it all talk?”

  I laughed. I couldn’t deny that Kiera had some spunk, but her attitude wouldn’t work on me. “You know just how big I am,” I whispered, winking at the end of my statement. Growling, she swung, aiming for my nose, but I was faster. “Is that all the little kitty has? A single punch? Come on, Baby, I know you have more than that,” I taunted, pushing her closer to the edge. Her lip curled slightly before she smothered it, betraying a hint that she was enjoying our verbal sparring more than she’d want me to know.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” she told me. Holding up her gun, I waved it in the air.

  “With what?”

  Her chest heaved as she panted. Kiera was angry, but I knew she had more skills than just yanking out a gun and pulling the trigger. She could easily have hurt me but was choosing not to.

  “Fuck you, Brooks.”

  “That’s exactly what you’re about to do,” I stated simply as she tried to storm past me, but I wrapped an arm around her thin waist and tossed her back on the bed. “I’ve missed this Kiera. The one who wasn’t afraid to get bloody, the one who would always have a comeback. Here.” I grabbed her left hand and shoved the gun into it while wedging myself between her jean-clad legs. I kept ahold of her hand as she took her gun, and I forced her to aim at my face. She didn’t move as I rocked forward, my throbbing cock pressing into her core in just the right way that I heard her whimper. Adrenaline flared in my system, my body tingling as though I was electrified, but I couldn’t stop. I won’t stop. This was the first time I felt alive in months.

  And it was all because
of Kiera.

  “Go on,” I egged, “do it. Shoot me, Baby. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  I held my breath, gripping her hip tightly with my free hand as she traced the trigger. Smirking, I cocked a brow, thrusting forward once more. Her jaw ground together before she let the gun go, and I knew I had won.

  Uncocking the gun and quickly dismantling it, I set the weapon on the nightstand and turned back to my girl. I didn’t give her a chance to second guess herself, folding over her and capturing her lips. There was no hesitation this time. No pulling away. She kissed with as much passion as I did, drinking each other in as if we were drowning.

  Kiera tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging sharply. The sting had my eyes rolling back, the pain mixing with the lust that filled me and sending a shiver down my spine. She maneuvered until she was on top, straddling my hips and grinding against my length. Sliding my palms over her hips, I slipped my hands under the soft material of her shirt, her skin hot against my fingertips. A shuddering breath left her, goosebumps flaring across her body as I teased the underside of her tits.

  Good God, she’s not wearing a bra, I groaned, unable to hold back as I cupped her chest. Squeezing, I pinched the peaked nipples between my fingers, rolling them as I sat up. I peppered her neck and jaw with nips and kisses and rocked up, pulling her hips to meet mine. The breathy moan that escaped her was music to my ears. Siren’s music, and I couldn’t get enough.

  I shucked my cut and yanked off my shirt as Kiera shed her jacket and thin t-shirt. I needed her lean curves against me, had dreamt about it over the long nights, but my memory was never close to the real thing.

  As soon as she was bared to me, I closed the distance between us, sucking a tempting peak into my mouth. Part of me couldn’t believe this was truly happening, but her nails dug into my back and chest, reminding me that I wasn’t dreaming. This time. My Baby was right here, ready for everything I wanted to give her.

  “Fuck,” she breathed as I bit down, her hips jolting forward, a moan sounded at my lapping tongue. My cock throbbed painfully, aching to bury into her, so I grabbed her and stood up. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

  “You are mine, and I intend to fuck you to remind you of it,” I told her, turning and dropping her onto the mattress. She hadn’t even finished settling onto the ratty comforter as I unbuttoned her pants and peeled them off her legs. Looking up, I groaned, finding the one thing I knew I would after our back and forth banter.

  A completely and utterly soaked pussy.

  I didn’t give her a chance to move. Prying her legs open and darting forward, I lapped her up. Her hips bucked as I swirled around her clit, a shuddering gasp filling the air as her back arched. She tasted just as sweet as I remembered, her scent surrounding me until it was all there was. Every lick, nip, and movement she jolted, bringing her closer to the edge, but before she could reach that blissful peak, I pulled away, wanting to keep her riding that edge for as long as possible. I’d just gotten her back right where she belongs, under me, with me, and I wasn’t going to lose the opportunity to show her how much I’d missed her.

  She opened her mouth to give what I was sure was some sassy as fuck statement, but my movements stopped her. Unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down just far enough, my cock jutted out, ready and hard. Another melodic moan reached my ears as I rocked forward, running my cock over her slick slit, whatever statement she had wanted to make long forgotten. Fire burned my veins as she writhed under me. My balls ached to bury inside her, but I wasn’t going to rush this. It had been six months since she left, meaning I had six months to make up for. Her voice cracking as she whimpered put my restraint to the test as I held back, my cock painfully hard as I continued to tease.

  “Fuck,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling sharply. “I need you.” At her whisper, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “Whatever you want, Baby.”

  Kiera

  His whisper was husky, the rough sound filling me with promise just as his cock, slick with a mix of my arousal and his pre-cum, pushed in. I was breathless, almost dizzy with desire as he buried deeper. The burn of being stretched by Brooks, being filled until it was nearly painful fueled the lustful pool that I was drowning in.

  Coarse scruff was a delicious contrast to the heated kisses Brooks peppered along my collarbone. Growing impatient with the glacial pace of his fucking, I hooked my legs around his sculpted ass and pulled him into me.

  “Patience, Baby,” he murmured against my skin, though I noticed he didn’t argue further. Instead, he moved faster and harder. The sounds of our hips meeting and my breathy moans were the only noise in the space, but as Brooks brought me closer to the edge, I lost track of anything going on around me other than how he moved. My nipples pebbled, and the heat of his tattooed chest rubbing against them with each thrust only served to turn me on more.

  When Brooks bit my neck unexpectedly, I spasmed, the sharp pain searing me as I orgasmed. I wanted more, the sting of his bite only making me come harder. The command slipped from my lips, his teeth clamping down as I asked. When Brooks pulled out almost completely, slamming home as I rode out my release, my nails tore down his back. A splash of red coated the tips of my fingers, the sight lost as I tangled them into his silky hair.

  His barreled chest and sculpted torso brushed against my hardened nipples, and the brief touch between us sent a wave of goosebumps pebbling over my skin. The fire that filled me only mellowed as he slowed. Suddenly, Brooks pulled out, and the cool air that rushed into his absence had me gasping, my eyes flying open in anger.

  How dare he leave me like this, I started to think, but the prick smirked at me and grabbed my hips, flipping me over roughly before grabbing hold of my hips tightly. Yanking back, he hiked my ass up in the air and lined up, pushing back in without hesitation.

  “Brooks,” I gasped as he grabbed ahold of my short hair, pulling me up off the ratty bedding. “Fuck me!” I cried out, a searing slap on my ass melting into an intense wave of desire as he pounded into me. The grip he had on my hair held me steadily in place despite his harsh thrusts.

  “That’s what I’m doing, Baby,” he smarted, smacking the same spot as before. I tried to hold on to the anger that had been so prevalent before we had started to fuck, but with his hand gripping my ass cheek, whatever had pissed me off was lost. All that currently existed was Brooks and me, my body reveling in having him again.

  “Then shut the fuck up and do it,” I challenged, but he only chuckled at my breathless voice.

  Brooks released my hair, letting me collapse onto the bed, my hands clawing at the material as he folded over me, nipping at my shoulder blade. His pace never slowed, only growing harder with each thrust, and I found myself becoming dizzy as I neared another orgasm.

  Useless. I was completely useless as his arm wrapped around my hips to keep me upright, my body giving in to the pleasure-filled tingles that coiled in my core. What fell from my lips in my haze, I didn’t know, but it spurred Brooks on, his pace picking up once more.

  “Come for me, Baby,” he commanded, and as if he had spoken the magic words, I came undone, crying out as I clamped around his thick cock. “Ugh, fuck,” he murmured, his pace faltering as he reached his own release. Pulling out at the last moment, he spurt thick ropes of his cum onto the bedding, his cock rubbing against my thighs with each jump. I collapsed onto the mattress with Brooks following me, both of us avoiding the wet mess he had just created.

  “Mmm,” Brooks hummed against my skin, rough facial hair trailing over my back as he peppered my sweaty back with kisses. “God, I’ve missed you, Baby.”

  “Yeah, well,” I muttered, struggling to get my head back on straight, still addled by the lusty fog clouding my thoughts. “It was either fuck you or kill you, and I went with the former. This time.”

  Brooks chuckled, the smooth sound only making it harder to move even though I needed to. Thankfully, he moved first, shuffling
off the bed and getting dressed. The cool air of the room rushed over me in his absence, and I ground my teeth at the chill, finding my mind clearing way too suddenly.

  God fucking dammit, I hissed, angry at myself as I darted off the bed and threw my clothes on.

  “You in a hurry, Baby?” he asked, his brow raising as he watched me rush to get dressed. Glaring over at his too-pretty-for-his-own-good face, I shoved my foot into my boot. “Aww, don’t be like that. The Cat doesn’t always have to have her claws out.”

  “Fuck off,” I snapped, opening my mouth to take out my anger on someone other than myself—hey, we all know my coping mechanisms are shit, don’t judge me—when he started to kneel in front of me, cutting off my scathing remark.

  “What are you doing?” My tone betrayed how much he was confusing me despite my attempts to keep it flat and bored. Settling onto his knees, Brooks’s icy gaze focused up on me. There was no flirting here, no playfulness. Not even a peep of the hard-ass president I knew he could be as he stared at me with such vulnerability that my breath whooshed from my lungs.

  “Kiera whatever your middle name is Casterelli,” he started, taking my hands in his.

  “Catherine,” I interrupted, the tidbit of information slipping from my lips before I could stop it. If I were being truly honest with myself, I wasn’t sure if I would have stopped it if I had the choice. “My middle name is Catherine,” I whispered. Brooks’s smile was small, a sliver of pain filling his gaze as he recognized my mother’s name.

  “Kiera Catherine Casterelli, I am truly sorry for everything that happened. That we didn’t believe or trust you after everything you did for us, for the Aces, for me. I know it’s probably six months too late, but we do trust you, wholeheartedly. I trust you, with The Aces, my life, and my heart, regardless of whether you accept us back or not.” Brooks took a deep breath before continuing his heartfelt apology. “I love you, Kiera. You are it for me, for the three of us, if you can forgive us for being stupid. It doesn’t have to be today, tomorrow, or even in the next year, but I would never be able to live with myself if something happened to any of us, and I hadn’t told you how I feel.”