Chapter 15 Lennox
Lennox
THE ENFORCER
She says she’s not that drunk, then trips like her legs forgot how to function properly, and falls straight into my arms. Of course I catch her, because I’ll always be the one catching her.
Picking up the goddamn pieces. Holding shit together while Kage plays with fire as if none of us can get burned.
But I’m burning now. Fuck, I’ve never been this wound up in my life.
My hands are still on her waist, her skin warm through the fabric of her sexy ass dress, and her intoxicating scent clinging to me like fucking heaven.
Her lips are swollen from Kage’s mouth, her eyes glassy from the alcohol and her thighs pressed together like she’s trying to ease the ache he put there.
And I watched it. I watched all of it.
The way he kissed her, his hand wrapped around her throat, her grinding on him looking seconds away from coming right there in front of me.
I was less than a fucking foot away, cock hard as stone, fists clenched so tight I thought I’d snap my own bones.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t fucking blink, afraid I’d miss the look of pure bliss on both of their faces.
I wanted to kill him. I wanted to be him.
I wanted to drop to my knees and worship them both like some kind of goddamn heretic.
Now she’s in my arms as I attempt to help her walk, soft, flushed, and full of desperation.
All I can think about is picking her up, dragging her back to that couch, pulling her dress up over her hips, and making her come with my mouth while Kage watches me for once.
But I don’t. I just hold her. Like a good fucking boy. That’s all I can be.
Kage laughs that dark, wicked sound that always means he knows exactly how fucked I am. He knows me so fucking well.
She shifts in my grip, her hips brushing against mine, and fuck, I feel it.
That need. Her breath hitches and she looks up at me, maybe she knows I’m dying inside.
Maybe she wants to do something about it, too.
Then, Kage’s arm snakes around her waist, tugging her away from me as if it’s nothing.
No big deal. My jaw tightens so hard it aches.
He lifts her easily as if she weighs nothing, cradling her against his chest as she melts into him.
She laughs again, soft and giddy, her head tucked under his chin like he’s her safety.
It’s as if I’m not even standing right fucking here.
Kage glances back at me, smug. “We’ll take her home on the bikes.”
“The fuck we are,” I snap. Is he fucking crazy? “She's drunk off her ass. You want her sliding off the back of your Harley at seventy?”
“She’ll hold on.”
“She can’t even fucking stand, Kage. You’re having to hold her.”
“She’s fine, aren’t you, baby?” Wren nods her head as Kage slowly sets her on her feet. As if to prove my point, Wren tries to faceplant into gravity.
“She’s drunk,” I snap, scooping Wren into my arms before she eats the fucking tile. “Drunk enough that I’ve had to catch her twice in five minutes, and if you put her on that damn Harley, she’ll be roadkill by the time we hit the interstate.”
He doesn’t like the sound of that, I can tell. His shoulders go stiff, the muscles in his jaw twitching. Yeah, that’s what I thought.
“We’re taking the Lexus parked out back. End of discussion.” I don't leave any room for arguments as I head back to our office to grab the car keys. It’s a short walk from the VIP section. We made sure it was conveniently located across the hall so we could move from meetings with ease.
“Nox?” Wren’s voice is barely a whisper, her lips just brushing my ear. The sound goes straight to my dick and I’m really trying hard not to fuck her against the damn wall right now. Kage is the only one that ever calls me Nox, but fuck if it doesn’t sound better coming from her mouth.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need you,” she says, her voice soft and breathless. “Please, I just…I need to feel something.”
It’s taking everything in me to keep my fucking dick in my pants.
The bastard is making me think with the wrong head.
I want nothing more than to touch every last inch of Wren’s body, devouring her with slow, careful precision.
When I do, I want her to feel every fucking second, every stroke of my tongue burned into her memory like a brand.
“Baby, you don't know how hard it is to keep my hands to myself right now. But I refuse to be the one that takes advantage of you when you’ve been drinking or have fucking brain damage, because when I’m finally deep inside that pretty little pussy of yours, you’re going to remember exactly how I made you come. ”
Wren’s lips part, slow and trembling, her eyes heavy and glassy. She looks wrecked already and I haven’t even touched her.
“Please,” she breathes, barely a whisper. A single, desperate word. That one word nearly breaks me.
Fuck.
My cock is already throbbing in my pants, straining against the zipper, trying to fight its way out.
My heartbeat drums in my ears, drowning everything else out but her.
I can feel the darkest part of me clawing its way to the surface, desperately wanting to do what she’s asking of me.
It wants to ruin her. To bend her over my desk, rip that tight little dress from her body, and make her scream my name until her voice is nonexistent.
It wants her sobbing, shaking and begging me to stop.
But I can’t. Not like this.
I grit my teeth, forcing the monster down. I tighten my hold on her, and carry her into the office, sitting her down on the edge of the desk. She’s so warm under my hands, it’s almost enough to undo me.
Kage follows in behind us, shutting the door with a soft click, and sliding the lock into place. I look down at Wren’s thighs, bare, trembling slightly, her dress hiked up like a fucking offering.
I can’t fucking do this. I shouldn’t do this.
My hands curl into fists at my sides. I step away, because if I don’t, I will destroy her, and she won’t even be able to remember it.
Crossing the room, I collapse onto the couch, placing my head in my hands, attempting to pull myself together. When I finally lift my head, I see Kage walking towards her, those icy blue eyes dark with something animalistic. The kind of look that means he’s gone, too far under to stop himself.
She opens her legs, a silent invitation for him to take what he wants, and I watch as her dress rides up her thighs even further. Kage’s palms slide up her thighs, slow and greedy, gripping hard like he owns every inch of her as he moves between them.
No. I didn’t want this for her. I should stop him.
I should yell at him for even touching her after I told him not to.
I threatened to break his fingers, and now, all I want is to see those same fingers pump inside her perfect little cunt.
This woman is driving me fucking crazy. I can’t even think straight.
Making me go against all of my morals and bend all of my rules just for her, and I think I might actually do it.
“We’re just gonna have a little fun first,” he purrs, voice low and laced with amusement as his eyes cut to mine. “You think she’s wet for us, brother?”
I clench my teeth, my throat dry as fuck. I know she is. The whole fucking room smells like her arousal, thick and sweet, and it’s driving me insane.
He hikes her dress up with no shame, pulling it up around her waist, taking ownership of every inch of her, and fuck me, there it is. A red lace thong that makes my jaw fucking lock. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop the guttural noise from escaping my throat.
“Naughty girl,” he growls, voice full of satisfaction.
“Lay back for me, baby.” She obeys instantly, leaning onto her elbows before laying down completely.
Those gorgeous legs fall open as her chest rises and falls quickly.
Kage runs a hand down her stomach before he grips her legs and hikes them up, placing her heeled boots on the edge of the desk.
My breath hitches. The center of her panties are soaked, a filthy little sign that she wants this as much as we do.
The sight of Wren splayed open for us is one I’ve dreamed about since I’ve laid eyes on her.
Those perfect tits, her juicy ass, that tiny little waist that I’ve imagined holding onto while I jackhammer into her repeatedly.
Those kneehigh boots just make the vision even hotter.
Kage lets out a breathy chuckle full of pride. “I knew this needy little cunt would be drenched for us,” he says, running his thumb just above the damp patch, causing Wren to moan. My cock throbs in response.
“Tell me baby,” Kage’s voice drops even lower, almost tender. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Please,” Wren gasps, her voice full of desperation and raw need. “Please, just touch me.”
I clench my fists so tight, it hurts. Kage hooks his fingers in her panties, dragging them to the side with a flick of his wrist. Her glistening cunt is on full fucking display now, and we both let out a low, gutteral moan.
“Fuck,” Kage hisses, his eyes glued to her pussy. “Look at her, brother. So fucking needy for us already.” He brings his mouth close. Close enough that he can probably feel the heat of her skin, but he doesn’t touch her yet. “Tell me, little bird, how do you want me to touch you?”
“With your tongue, Kage, please.” she whimpers, writhing on the desk like she can’t control the desire coursing through her body.
“You want me on my knees, Wren?” he murmurs, his lips brushing her thigh, making her tremble. “You want me to worship this pussy like it's the only altar I’d ever kneel to, don’t you?”
She nods frantically. “Yes,” she moans. It’s filthy, and desperate, and fucking perfect.
Kage smirks. “Careful what you offer, little sinner. The devil always collects.”