Chapter 25
Unfinished Dance
Brooklyn
I pull the bike into the garage of the house we keep here and park next to Logan’s Bentley. This is his place, but we all have access. I had planned to come here for the night after the party.
Cutting the bike off, I pull out my phone to send a text for an update. DJ climbs from behind me on the bike and pulls her helmet off. Setting my phone down in front of me as I wait for a reply, I take my own helmet off.
My phone buzzes as I tuck the helmet under my arm. I grunt as I read that they got all the guys. But Walter, one of my guys, was hit. Noah is taking care of him and helping Seán clean that mess up. Emory and Arnez are getting Kate back to Cork.
“Is Kate okay?”
I look up to find DJ watching me. She’s chewing on her lip as she looks nervously back at me. I scan her body with my eyes and freeze with rage.
There’s blood on the side of her dress. I put the helmet down and hop off the bike. In the next breath, I’m standing in front of her.
“You were hit?”
She looks down then back up at me. Without waiting for her to answer, I reach to tear the dress open to get a view of her skin. She gasps and takes a step back.
“I wasn’t shot, Cole. I think I nicked my side when I almost fell. There was so much adrenaline running through me, I didn’t feel it until now. It’s just a scratch, I’m fine.”
“Fuck,” I roar and spin away from her.
I grab the helmet from the bike and toss it at the wall. This is exactly why I’ve kept her hidden. I can’t believe I allowed this to happen.
She comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. I close my eyes as I try to see straight. If McCarthy wasn’t already dead, I’d kill his ass again.
“Hey, I’m fine. Ya really know how to throw a hell of a party,” she jokes.
I turn and place my hands on her hips, pushing her back until her back is against the Bentley. I kiss her hard, needing to feel her lips against mine.
Breaking the kiss, I pull away and look down at her torn dress. Reaching for the soft fabric, I rip the rest from her body and toss it to the floor.
All that’s left is the piece around her neck. She’s now standing in front of me in those sexy-as-fuck heels and a high-waisted thong. I know it’s a thong because I felt it earlier this evening when I slid a hand into the slit of her dress to see if she was wearing any panties at all.
“I liked that dress,” she pouts.
“I’ll get ya a new one.”
“What about my dance? We didn’t get to finish it. I was hoping we’d get to dance to our song,” she says with a little smile on her lips.
As she looks me over from head to toe, I know exactly what song she’s talking about. It’s the song we fuck to a lot. I look her over as she stands before me.
I would have liked to dance with her to that song too. With a grin on my lips, I saunter over to the key holder on the wall and find the key to the Bentley. Making quick work of the task, I open the car and link my phone.
Once I have my phone synced, I pull up the song she’s talking about. “Hold You (Hold Yuh)” by Gyptian begins to play through the garage. I unfold from the driver’s seat and make my way back around the car, where I left her standing.
“Come here, love. I owe ya a dance. No interruptions.”
She’s hesitant for a beat. I lift a brow as I hold out my hand. She lifts her hand and smooths it down her bangs.
I love the cute ponytail and bangs she has tonight. There are pieces curled on each side of the bangs and the ponytail is curled as well. It’s perfect for her face.
DJ gives me a nervous smile. I look her in the eyes, wondering if this is when she’s going to fall apart after what happened tonight. I’d understand if she did.
“I’m sorry if I caused trouble. I just saw him getting ready to shoot ya and I—”
I close the gap between us and dip my head to take her lips again, cutting her words off. I groan into her sweet mouth. I was not expecting what she did tonight, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
She pulled the trigger without thinking. Her aim was dead on too. Once she took the first one out, she kept going until I pulled her out of the way and shoved her behind me.
Her words are the last thing I expect. I have no doubt that DJ can handle being a part of my life. She owes me no apology.
I’m the one who’s sorry. I hadn’t considered what any of the changes to that part of my life meant to my being her man. Now my head is filled with nothing else.
“I need ya,” I growl into her mouth.
I kiss her deeper as I think of the constant danger she will be in even after I get her to New York. However, she’s mine, and I am who I am. My best guys will be with her once we’re home, but DJ proved tonight she can handle herself as well as my sisters.
She’ll make a fine O’Brien. I grow harder as I think of her with my last name. As I drink from her lips, I run my hands over her soft skin, from her waist up to her nipples. I take her peaks between my fingertips and pinch then roll them.
“Cole,” she calls out as I move my lips to her shoulder.
She works on the buttons of my shirt as I continue to knead her breasts. I take her lips once more and reach between her legs to prime her fat pussy for me. However, as always, she’s already wet for me.
I tease her lips, not pushing my fingers into her right away. She whimpers and throws her head back. I go for her breast and suck the flesh into my mouth as I finally push my digits into her tight heat.
With my thumb, I rub her nub. I groan when she comes for me. It feels like it’s been forever since the last time I was inside her.
As if reading my mind, she reaches for my belt and tugs it loose. I pull a condom from my back pocket and bite into it. She looks back at me with a sexy smile on her lips.
I free myself enough to roll the rubber on. Once it’s in place, I then reach for her and lift her onto my waist as I take her lips for a searing kiss.
She breaks the kiss and moves her lips to my ear. “Fuck me, Cole. I’ve missed ya. Don’t hold back.”
“I didn’t plan to.”
I bounce her in my hold to shift her weight and reach to move her thong aside before I guide my way into her body. I groan and press my forehead to hers. She tightens her pussy around me and a shiver runs through me, causing my balls to jump.
Pressing her back to the car behind her, I begin to nail her to it. The Bentley begins to rock with the force of my thrusts. I lick from the base of her throat up to her lower lip as she cries out in pleasure.
“Fuck, Cole. Yes.”
I bite her lower lip as I pump my hips into her. I want her so much and I’m already balls deep inside her with a rock-hard dick. She palms the back of my neck and starts to fuck back.
“That’s my girl. Give me that pussy. Keep fucking me back, baby. Show me how good that shit is.”
“It’s so good, Cole. Yer so fucking deep.”
“Yeah, is it hard enough for ya?”
“Yes, I’m coming,” she screams before pressing her lips to mine.
She now has one hand on my shoulder while the other is still pressed behind my neck, gliding into the nape of my hair. I pull her away from the car before we fuck up the shocks from me fucking the shit out of her against it.
I slap her ass then widen my stance and begin to bounce her thick ass on my length. She throws her head back, moans, and calls out my name as she creams all over me.
“Fuck, Cole,” she drags out as I begin to swivel my hips in that shit.
I slip out and she squirts all over me. I chuckle darkly and place her back down on her feet. Then I turn her and place her palms on the roof of the car. Looking her over, I stroke myself.
Her ass is amazing. Her brown skin is so fucking soft and looks as smooth as it feels. Those heels.
Needing back inside her, I kick off my shoes and then my pants. Then I pull off my socks and drop them on top of my pants. Slowly, I then move behind her and place my hand on her hip.
With my other hand, I guide my way back into her from behind. I can’t help watching her ass as I pound it out. The sound of my hips slapping her skin rings out in the air along with our panting, moans and groans.
As if that’s not enough, her ass begins to clap around me. I drop my gaze to watch the magnificent sight. She has my length glistening with her juices.
DJ reaches back for my ass and begins to grind on my length. I pulse inside her, hard as fuck. The car is rocking again, but I can’t think straight to figure out how to stop it.
I slap her ass and take over once again. Cupping a hand under her chin, I tug her head back and take her sexy lips. I growl into her mouth as I slap her ass a few more times.
My eyes roll back as her pussy starts to ripple around me like a heartbeat. No pussy should be this good. I think I love fucking her because she loves taking me so much and isn’t afraid to show me she does.
“Cole, Cole, Cole,” she cries as I shift angles, grab the fabric around her neck, and really give it to her.
I dip my head and lick my way up her spine, over that tat that drives me crazy. She begins to squeeze her pussy around me. I bite her shoulder and keep thrusting.
“So fucking good,” I hiss in her ear. “Always so fucking good. Come for me, baby.”
“Not yet,” she pants.
“Now, DJ,” I growl. “Be a good girl and come now. I’m not done with ya. I’m still going to take ya inside and fuck ya until the morning.”
“Oh my God,” she screams as she comes.
A satisfied smile comes to my lips. I kiss the top of her head and wrap my arms around her. This is going to be a long night.