Chapter Ten
COBY
Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug.
Sluuuuuuuurp.
I lifted my head with a gasp and inhaled deeply as I stroked and admired the hard dick I gripped in my palm.
A deep groan rumbled from Ocean’s chest when I licked a slow path up the thick shaft while holding his gaze.
It was early morning, and I’ve been his captive bride for two weeks now.
I can’t really say what brought on my need to taste him, but when I woke up next to him yet again, I was suddenly faced with my heart’s deepest desire, and so I asked myself one question.
What the fuck was I waiting for?
Ocean had still been asleep when I had my epiphany, so I’d found myself reaching for him before I could lose my nerve, and that’s how we ended up here.
I was folded in half in the middle of the bed with my thighs trapped against my chest and two of Ocean’s long fingers tunneling in and out of my pussy.
His strong thighs hovered near my head while I snaked my neck back and forth, mouth stretched wide for that dick.
“Fuck, baby. Shit. Just like that.” He was hovering above me on his knees, and his eyes were low as he watched me suck him off. “Greedy girl and her wet ass pussy.”
Whimpering, my eyes rolled back as I tightened around his fingers. I was getting ready to come up for air again and beg him to fuck me when someone started pounding on his bedroom door as if they were seconds from knocking it down.
“Ocean! Ocean, open up! I know she’s in there!”
What. The. Fuck? I quickly released him from my mouth, my gaze bouncing between him and the door as I angrily swiped the back of my hand over my mouth. I almost spat in that bastard’s face until I remembered that, though he wasn’t loud about it, the man was crazy as fuck.
Ocean, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered by the demanding knocks and instead sucked his teeth and tried to stick his dick back in my mouth.
I felt so damn stupid for even trusting him enough to let that thing get anywhere near.
He tapped my lips with it, and I snapped my teeth at him.
“Stop fucking playing with me. Why did you stop?”
“You don’t hear that?”
“Ignore it, mo aingeal. She’ll go away.”
She? My stomach sank at the confirmation of another woman. I knew this no-good-cheating-slime-ball-bucket-head-ass bastard was too good to be true. I scrambled to sit up, fighting off the tangle of blankets and sheets as I threw myself at him.
“What the—Coby, stop!” he screamed when I bit his ass. I was still locked on like a pitbull when he managed to stand from the bed with me wrapped around him. He tried to pry me off him, but I just bit down harder. “Ahhh shit! Coby, I think you drawing blood!”
Suddenly, my head was yanked back with such force that it blinded me. I was tossed away, landing on the bed a little too hard and bouncing off over the other side. I tasted blood when I hit the floor, but I knew it wasn’t mine.
When I stood, Ocean was clutching his shoulder. When he pulled his hand away to inspect his palm, it was covered in crimson. “Tugaimid onóir don fhuil1.” His eyes rose to meet mine. “That’s the second time you’ve made me bleed, mo aingeal. Keep it up, and I’ll return the favor.”
“Did you just threaten me?”
“I would never hurt you, but you’re killing me, sweet girl. Don’t look at me like that. It ain’t what you think.”
I ignored the prickling in my eyes and the insistent knocks and forced myself to meet his gaze. “What the fuck do I think, Ocean?”
He traveled around the bed, devotion carved into his beautiful face as his fingers made a collar around my throat. “That it’s someone I’m fucking. I don’t want to fuck anyone but you.”
The pounding on the door grew louder. “You can’t hide her forever. Let us in!” another squeaking voice demanded.
“Shut your lying ass up,” I grumbled and pushed away from Ocean when I remembered that I was naked and about to be jumped. I couldn’t fight for shit, so this was bad.
Huffing, I grabbed my new bamboo robe. It was another gorgeous gift Ocean provided, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, after I admitted the reason I stopped sleeping in my bed.
Because baby moths died so that my bedsheets could be pretty.
Ocean bought me the robe as an apology for the oversight, but made no attempt to address the sheets.
Every morning, I peeked inside my girly and gorgeous room after the maids were done cleaning and changing the bed, only to find that the sheets had returned.
I quickly pulled on my robe and tied the sash tightly. “How did they even get in here? Shouldn’t you have guards or something?”
Now that I was covered up, Ocean ignored me and stalked to the door. He snatched it open, but only enough to speak to the callers without them seeing me.
Hmm…definitely suspicious.
“What the fuck do you two want?”
Um…okay.
Ocean had doted on me so much, I’d almost forgotten how cold he could be.
Whoever was on the other side of the door responded, but they spoke too low for me to hear what was said.
“So your nosy asses couldn’t wait until family dinner?” he returned with a teasing note to his voice. “I was about to get some pussy.”
My face became red hot. “No, you weren’t!” I yelled at his back.
“First of all, ew,” one of the voices on the other side said. “Second of all, move out of the way, fool.”
Ocean was grinning when he stepped back in time to keep from getting smacked in the face with the door as it was shoved open.
Two women with perfect hair and makeup and dripping in designer clothing strutted inside on a cloud of perfume and old money.
They sure as hell didn’t look like they came to brawl, so I felt myself relaxing a little while keeping my guard up as I eyed the mysterious women warily.
What the hell was going on?
The two women noticed me right away but didn’t react. The shorter one with shoulder-length dreads and a small gold hoop in her right nostril smiled politely while the taller one took her time looking me over before coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t impressed.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I mumbled, “Lord, give me strength.”
“As you can see, we weren’t expecting company.”
“Well, hurry up and introduce us, and then we’ll get out of your hair,” Priscilla ordered dismissively. Her tone made my brows rise.
Ocean glanced back at me and then sighed as he held out his hand to me. “Come here.”
I dutifully went to him, and it wasn’t until I saw the approval in his eyes that I realized I did it without hesitation. Ocean took my hand and tucked me into his side before returning his attention to the smiling women. They were watching the exchange like they were witnessing some new wonder.
“Sweetheart, these are my cousins, Chiara and Priscilla,” he introduced.
I waved a hand and greeted dryly, “Hey.”
Ocean—still peeping my unease and frustration at being ambushed by his family—squeezed my hip in reprimand before continuing. “Chi. Pri. This is my baby. Coby.”
“You’re bleeding,” Priscilla dryly informed her cousin. Her gaze flicked to me, so I boldly licked his blood from my lips like I was a vampire, and then lifted a brow that said, Yeah, I did it. Fuck are you gon’ do about it?
“Sorry for interrupting,” Chiara rushed to break the tension. “We just couldn’t wait to meet you. Ocean never brings anyone home. We wanted to see what was up.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” I said while finally offering the cousins a real smile. “This apartment is beautiful. I’d hate to make him burn it down.”
“Burn it do—” Chiara’s eyes lit up with humor. “Oh, I like her.”
“Why am I not surprised that Ocean likes ‘em crazy?” Priscilla asked with a shake of her head. “That’s good. You’ll fit right in.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, but I kept my feelings close to the chest and chuckled with no real humor. “So when you say you’re related, do you mean play cousins or real cousins?”
Priscilla smirked, and I could see the first sign of respect growing in her eyes. “Real, though distant. We share great-great grandparents, so that makes us third cousins, but our mothers and Malcolm grew up together like siblings.”
“Malcolm?” I directed at Ocean.
“My father,” he supplied. Leaning down to sweep his lips across my hairline, he whispered, “You’ll never have to meet him.”
“Oh.” I gulped, my voice cracking when I added, “O-okay.”
“The whole family has been talking about Ocean’s new girl. Who she is, what she looks like, where she came from…” Priscilla gave both of us pointed looks before adding, “And why she’s here…”
“How the fuck they find out?”
“Come on, cuz,” Priscilla said. “You have your spies and your dad has his. You know how it is. Do you really need to ask?”
The muscle in Ocean’s jaw ticked furiously. The cousins waited for him to fill in the blanks, but he just stared at them until I cleared my throat and attempted to plow through the ice. “So, do you guys live in the building?”
“Oh, no,” Chiara said. “The city can be too much sometimes, and not all of us can live under armed guards twenty-four-seven like our big cuz. Most of the family lives closer to Glamis.”
Chiara looked closer to my age—maybe even a little younger—while Priscilla looked closer to Ocean’s age.
There were other differences between Ocean’s cousins that were hard to ignore.
Priscilla was tall and thin, while Chiara was short with a little more curve.
Both of them had Ocean’s dark eyes, though their skin was a fairer brown than his but not as pale as mine.
Chiara was the warmer of the two—soft spoken and quick to smile.
Priscilla was more reserved and observant, taking everything in quietly and rarely chiming in.
Although that could just be because she was clearly a bitch.
“Uh…Glamis?”