• Twenty-Nine •
“Naughty girls got spanked.”
Storm
Watching Briar sleep was one of my favorite things to do. She made the cutest fucking faces. I zoomed in to see her lips as they puckered. God, I loved when she did that. I touched the screen, brushing my finger over where her mouth was.
“Fuck, man, you’ve still got the cameras on her?” Sebastian asked me.
I snapped my head up, irritated that he’d interrupted me. “You look at my goddamn phone again, and I will dig your fucking eyes out of your head.”
He held up his hands. “I didn’t see her. I just know that the psycho grin you had on your face meant it had to be Briar you were looking at.”
I clicked the camera off and shoved it into my pocket. “I don’t see why I had to come,” I snarled, wanting to be home and in bed with Briar. Not on a fucking clean up Thatcher’s shit mission.
“Because we don’t know what he’s done and it might take all of us to handle it,” King said, glancing back at me from the rearview mirror as he drove. “You think I want to be doing this bullshit? I want to be home with my girls.”
I guessed he understood my aggravation more than the other two. Although he had to share Rumor with the baby. Yeah, I wasn’t doing that anytime soon. Briar was mine. I didn’t like the idea of her belonging to anyone else too. Just mine.
“Why do you still have the cameras on her?” Wells asked, turning in the passenger seat to look back at me.
The amused gleam in his eye annoyed me. But then I was easily pissed off at the moment.
“Because,” I snapped.
It wasn’t his business. It wasn’t anyone’s business, and the fact that they all knew my personal shit was a pain in my ass. I preferred to keep this to myself. Not have them talk about it like a bunch of women.
“Does she know?” Wells kept on.
I clenched my jaw. This shit wasn’t his business but it was somehow fucking common knowledge. Even Lula Mae had overheard it and used it to make Briar doubt me. All my girl had cared about was why Lula Mae had known about the cameras and surveillance. I hadn’t been aware the bitch had been creeping around me and trying to find ways to send Briar running. Now her ass was back in New Orleans with her parents. Stellan had been unhappy about having to deal with Lula Mae’s angry father. However, I’d told Thaddeus why Briar had pulled a gun on his daughter and he seemed to understand and said he’d keep her away from here.
The camera thing Briar seemed to be okay with, but I wasn’t sure she knew I had several in the bedroom. Especially the one that was directly over her in the vent and the one inside the lamp on the table beside her. That way, I could see her from all angles.
“Let it go,” Sebastian told him when I had said nothing.
Wells smirked and turned back around. “Fine. It’s just that I never pegged Storm as a stalker.”
Yeah, well, me fucking neither. Not until Briar at least. With her, I did shit I’d never imagined I’d do. Even now that she knew what all I’d done and loved me enough to stay with me, I still found myself behaving in a way that was far from the sanity line. I probably shouldn’t have hunted down and snapped the UPS man’s leg in two places for flirting with her the other day. But he’d told her she had incredible eyes and kept smiling at her like he wanted to touch what was mine. She didn’t know I’d listened to it and seen it all through my camera. She would be angry if she knew I’d tracked the fucker down and broken his leg.
My phone dinged, and I pulled it back out of my pocket, wondering who the hell was texting me at two in the morning. Briar’s name lit up the screen, and I quickly slid my finger over the text to open it.
Can you see me?
I stared at the text for a minute and debated on the outcome here. I could tell her the truth, and she might make me take it down. But I could always replace it, and she’d never know. At least that way, I wouldn’t have lied.
Yes, if I look at my camera.
I should have waited until I was with her to admit that.
Can anyone else see me?
Fuck no.
When nothing else came back from her, I changed my screen back to the camera over the bed. Briar’s naked body was on top of the covers, her hair splayed over the pillow like dark red flames, and her legs were bent at the knees and spread.
Holy fuck, what was she doing?
I turned my body so there was no way Sebastian could glance over and see this. The guy was like my brother. I didn’t want to have to kill him.
Briar cupped her tits, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning. I zoomed in closer as her hands slid down her stomach, and she grabbed her legs, then pulled them open further. I realized I wasn’t fucking breathing and sucked in air through my nose, completely captivated with her every move. She moved one hand over to her pussy and spread the lips open. I zoomed in more, my breathing getting heavy as she slid her pretty pink-tipped nail down, then sank it into her cunt.
“Fuck,” I hissed, shifting in my seat. My damn cock was pressing against my jeans so hard that it was going to have the imprint of my zipper on it.
“What the hell are you watching?” Sebastian asked.
I tensed, pulling the phone closer to me even though there was no way he could see it from where he was sitting. I wished I could turn the fucking sound on, but not with an audience. No one but me was gonna hear my girl get off.
“Nothing,” I bit out, not taking my eyes off her.
She arched her back, and I knew exactly how she sounded right now. Little siren was gonna get herself spanked for this. My cock twitched as I thought about making her ass red. Seeing my marks all puffy on her sweet, round cheeks.
“You’re breathing hard,” Sebastian said.
“Is he watching porn?” Wells asked, and although I didn’t look up, I could tell he had turned around in his seat.
Nosy motherfuckers.
Briar took the finger that had been buried inside her and put it in her mouth to suck it. There was a good chance I was gonna fucking come in my pants. The only thing that might save me was the fact that I had a damn audience.
“How much farther?” I asked, my voice raspy.
“Uh, about ten minutes, according to the GPS,” King replied.
Briar slid her finger back between her pink folds and began to twirl it around her clit. Her tits gently bounced as her hips began to rock against her hand. After I beat her ass for this, I was going to bury my face in that pussy and make her come so many times that she’d be crying for me to stop.
“Jesus, Storm, what the hell?” Wells said.
I might have groaned—I wasn’t sure. But, fuck, my girl was driving me crazy. I moved my hand over my cock and squeezed, needing to get it out and jerk off. Not that I was going to, but damn.
My hand tightened on the phone until my knuckles turned white as she began to orgasm. Her head was thrown back as her body shuddered and jerked. My cock throbbed against the grip I had on it, and my breath was coming in short, fast pants.
She’d gotten me worked up in front of these three, and I wasn’t going to hear the end of it.
She was gonna pay for this. I’d bought the handcuffs, but I hadn’t used them yet. She would wake up in the morning, handcuffed to the bed and on her stomach. Naughty girls got spanked. She should know this by now.
“He’s watching porn,” Wells stated. “His hand’s on his fucking cock like he’s about to stroke one out.”
Briar licked her fingers clean, then smiled before reaching for her phone. I watched her text.
What direction are you watching me from?
The corner of my lips twitched.
Look up.
She laid her phone down and blew me a kiss, then rolled over and covered herself up.
I ran a hand over my face and let out a long, steady breath. I needed to think of something to get my damn cock to go down.
“Did she just?” Sebastian asked me, and I cut my eyes over at him. He shrugged. “What? You were clearly about to bust a damn nut in your pants like a sixteen-year-old. And I know you’re not watching porn.”
I didn’t say anything. I tried to readjust my fucking boner.
“Wait, was he watching Briar? She was getting herself off?” Wells asked.
“Shut up!” I barked at him.
I didn’t want any of them thinking about Briar getting off. My hands clenched, and I considered smashing his head in the glass.
“We need to focus,” King said. “We’re almost there.”
I straightened and took another deep breath.
“She knew you were watching though? Right?” Sebastian asked with a frown.
Him and his moral high ground. Jesus, how were he and Thatcher related?
“Yes,” I said through clenched teeth. “And she’s gonna get her ass beat for it.”
King chuckled in the front seat. He was the only one whose head I didn’t want to rip off. The way he was obsessed with Rumor, I knew he wasn’t thinking about any other female.
“I thought King was the only ass-beater,” Wells said, grinning as he rolled down the window after he lit the cigarette between his teeth.
“We’re here,” King announced. “Now, if Thatcher is here, it’s gonna take all of us to handle him.”
“Can we shoot his ass if we need to?” Wells asked.
Sebastian let out a weary sound. “I wouldn’t. He’d probably kill you.”
“I’m going to talk to him. You three are just backup,” King said, and then he turned to Wells. “And you need to stay back. If he’s gonna do any damage to one of us, it’ll be you.”
“Why me?” Wells asked defensively.
“Because you annoy the fuck out of him,” I said, opening the Escalade door.
“He’s not lying,” King agreed with me.
I stepped out of the Escalade and pulled up the camera one more time to check on Briar before we went to see if Thatcher had done what we thought he had. My girl was sleeping peacefully with her arm stretched out and her hand on my pillow. I smiled and touched the screen.
I’ll be home soon, baby. Then, we’ll play.