19. Grey #2
I loved this side of her. The savagery. The ferocity of my tiny love. I blocked each of her moves effortlessly, but I was expecting them. Someone else wouldn’t have a fucking clue there was this much pent-up aggression inside her small body.
Then she clipped me in the temple with the handle. “Fuck,” I grunted. “Remember, go for the eyes with the handle. The side is good too, if you’re struggling for range. The neck is the best. It will kill them almost instantly.”
We went round and round for twenty minutes. Both of us were sweaty messes by the time she dropped the wooden knife. My leftover injuries were aflame, but I thrived on that.
Every cell in my body was on fire, and my swollen cock ached from each brush of her body against mine.
“Fuck,” she gasped and tossed the wooden knife to the ground. She raised her arm to wipe her forehead, but I caught it and trapped her against my chest. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you asked for.” I pushed her shorts and panties down, then lifted her onto the counter where the stereo was. “Perfect.” I nudged her with my cock through my shorts. I loved when we found surfaces that were just the right height.
I dropped to my knees and shoved my nose against her clit, then licked a long swath from her ass up.
Her musk was more pronounced after the workout, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Hell, I might have to fight with her every time to get this smell in my nose.
My dick twitched as I started to tongue fuck her, scooping up all her cream while rubbing soft circles with my thumb.
She moaned and dropped her head back against the wall. Her pussy started to clench around my tongue, and I stood up, shucking my shorts as I went, and thrust all the way to the hilt. I groaned, and she gasped, her face turning red from the sudden invasion.
God, I loved the way this girl looked when she was getting fucked.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, locking her arms behind her back. Using it to grip her to me, I powered into her. Barely three strokes in, and she clamped around me.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted, pushing as hard as I could against her, only to pull back and do it all over again.
Her eyes closed, but as soon as my thrusts started to stagger, she opened them and drank in my expression.
Let her watch. Let her see what she did to me. If this was another way to tie her to me, I was happy for it.
My balls drew up tight and I used her arms behind her to force her chest against mine—her softness to my muscle.
“Fuck,” I muttered, losing the speed as I emptied myself inside her. I squeezed her arms, then released them to grip her waist.
When I opened my eyes, hers were glassy pools, the ice blue nearly blotted out by her blown-out pupils. She pulsed gently around me, pulling a soft groan from my lips.
“I love watching you,” she whispered, tracing her thumb over the corner of my mouth.
I wanted to grin, but I was still high off the release. Then clapping started behind me.
“We have to stop meeting like this.” Parker laughed. I turned with a snarl to find him standing there with his shirt hanging over his shoulder and a fucking hard-on in his shorts.
“Fuck off,” I barked, tightening my grip.
“Fuck in a bedroom,” he returned. “Invite me there, too.” His beaming smile turned devilish as he took in Amorette’s delicate form. He walked closer, gaze drinking in every inch of pink, sweaty skin.
She started struggling against my hold, but I was too focused on glaring at Parker to notice.
“Stop fucking looking at me,” she griped, trying to twist away from him. All she did was make her tits bounce. His smile turned into his shit-eating grin as he walked up to my side.
I stepped back and my cock slid out, making Amorette whimper, and Parker groaned.
“Fuck you and your cream pies. This is so fucking hot.” He extended his hand as if he was going to catch some of my cum on her thighs, but I finally snapped out of it and released Amorette, at the same time punching him in the shoulder to get him to back up.
“Get the fuck away, you pendejo .” I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up, sucking in a breath as the material slid over my glistening dick.
Amorette hopped off the counter and dressed with quick efficiency while keeping her back to Parker.
“Remember what I said, Little Love?” he taunted.
“What the fuck did you say?” I stepped between them, so he had to look at me instead.
“I told her you might not be as possessive of her as she thinks you are. That maybe the best thing for her is for us to share her.”
Parker always knew how to push my fucking buttons. I swung, but he dodged me, laughing. He ambled over to the treadmills along the wall. “Get mad all you want, dear brother. But how would you have reacted if I had been Anton?”
I vibrated in rage. Just the thought of him seeing her like this lit my fuse.
“And consider this. What better way to make sure your precious mamí was protected than if she was truly ours .” He smirked over his shoulder as he set the program and turned the treadmill on. “What better way than to ensure we’re all out for the same goal?”
That bastard. I stepped forward with clenched fists, but Amorette was suddenly in front of me, hugging my waist.
“You’d have a better chance at this if I were Andre. He’s the one that doesn’t trust you.” I linked my hand with hers, grabbed the knife, and left the gym. The sound of his feet pounding against the belt behind us.
As soon as we were back at my apartment, she rounded on me. “What the hell is going on? Do you want to share me?” Anger burned in her eyes, and fuck it, but my dick twitched.
“Fuck no,” I yelled, tossing the box on the couch.
“Don’t throw that!” She raced to pick it up, saving it from falling onto the floor.
Like it would have broken. It wouldn’t have.
My weapons were of the highest quality; she just didn’t know that.
“Then why do you constantly let him watch us? Let him see me?” A frantic note colored her voice and her movements.
“Twice, mamí . Both times I didn’t invite him.” He was right too. It was my fault today for fucking her in the shared gym.
“But you didn’t let me go to cover myself either!
You gave him a front-seat fucking view! He almost touched me.
” She turned to the side and took a deep breath to control her breathing.
Twisting back around, she still had a fire in her eyes, so fucking far away from the calm in her words.
“Do you want to share me? Is that what you’re trying to do? ”
I kicked the chair next to me and watched it slide across the floor. “How many times do I have to tell you, no!”
“Then why did you let him look at me!” she screamed.
“I don’t fucking know!”
Jesus Christo , I had no idea. I wouldn’t admit this to her, but Parker was right. I would have reacted much differently with one of the men. As she stormed off, I yelled behind her, “We leave in two fucking hours. Be ready!”
She flipped me off right before slamming my own goddamn bedroom door, leaving me with my thoughts.
I imagined Lafe walking in. Or Andre. I didn’t want to share her. I fucking didn’t. But I also didn’t have the same violent reaction as I would with Anton, or Jorge, or even Enrique.
“Fuck,” I muttered, kicking the chair one more time.
Parker and his crazy schemes. We all knew he wanted to fuck her and was playing head games to get his way.
Was he spewing this same shit to Andre and Lafe? I dropped onto the couch and groaned. I’d end up fighting all my brothers before the week’s end.
Fucking Parker.