Chapter 13
This is not how I thought tonight would go.
I never expected Brynne to try and push away, and I definitely wasn’t prepared to have a baseball bat wrapped around my head by a sweaty fat man but here we are.
But I don’t care because Brynne is alive, and I know for a fact that if I hadn’t have followed her here, she would have been hurt or worse, fucking dead.
The thought alone feels like a knife to the gut. It’s something that I never want to think about. It’s a thought that I can’t even begin to fathom.
I knew her stone walls were high but I never realised just how far they reached into the sky but I’m more than willing to climb them, just to show her, to prove to her that I meant every word I’ve ever said to her.
That after everything that she’s told me; the attack from Chris and the suitcase that’s filled with hurt and trauma, will never make me leave.
I just need to give her the darkest parts of me too.
Tears like tiny crystals well in her eyes, glazing over the evergreen orbs and it’s enough to slash my heart in half.
Her form is rigid and stiff as I pry her away from the table.
I was more than ready to take her on this filthy table but I knew, mentally she wasn’t ready.
Her mind was clouded and heavy; she needed to drain it.
Once I have her in my arms, she looks up at me. “I’ll understand if you don’t want me anymore, hell, I wouldn’t want me either, not with how dir–”
“Stop,” I cut her off by pressing my finger to her plump lips, “don’t even bother finishing that sentence because it’s bullshit, and I’ll spend the rest of my days proving to you just how much I want you, how much I need you.
The only reason that I stopped is because I could see the turmoil in your eyes, you had too much to hold and I wanted to carry some of that weight for you, and.
.” I lift my finger from her lips and tuck the stray pieces of red hair behind her ear, “there’s no way I’m sinking into this tight pussy on a table covered in fucking shit, you deserve so much better than that. ”
Brynne giggles, a small smile pulling at her lips as she wipes away a stray tear. “At least you picked the table and not the floor.”
I let out a laugh. “That’s true. Then again, I would fuck you on every single surface of this house but if I’m being honest, the smell is killing me off.”
“I agree,” she smirks, then looks over my shoulder at the mess that is Leroy. “You really did a number on his face didn’t you? I also think he’s dead.”
I turn and look over my shoulder. “He’s definitely dead,” I retort then spin to face Brynne again. “He’s not really for me though, he smells like mould.”
“Oh yeah?” Brynne teases as she walks her fingers up my chest. “And what is for you, hm?” She says with a teasing tone.
My hand slips from her face and down towards her hips where I grip the thick flesh tightly.
She whimpers at the rough touch but the heat in her eyes is still burning.
I shove my hardening cock into her stomach, eliciting a groan to crawl up my throat.
I drop my head and brush my lips against the column of her throat, teasing the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “You,” I murmur, "out cold, completely at my mercy. You’ll put your trust in me to do whatever I please. And I’ll get to play with every inch of you, won’t I, love?”
Brynne whimpers as I plant a heated kiss onto her skin. “Yes..” she breathes heavily, “I want that, I want.. it all.”
I can feel her thrumming pulse beneath my lips and it’s something I’ve quickly come to crave, but deep down I’ll always have my primal needs and luckily for me, Brynne accepts that.
“Such a greedy girl,” I tease. “If you’re good for me, I’ll give you that but you won’t know when it happens. You could be in the shower, cooking, reading.. whatever it may be. But you’ll feel me, just like you do now.”
“Kin,” she moans, tipping her head back to allow me more access to her throat. I brush my lips across her collar bone and then run my tongue up her throat again towards her jaw. “Are you wet for me, love?”
Brynne trembles with need, her hands gripping tightly onto my biceps. “Why don’t you find out?” She quips with a wicked grin on her face.
Challenge accepted.
Lifting my hand from her hip, I grip her jaw in my hand and squeeze lightly, pursing her plump lips.
My nose trails over her cheek, inhaling her sweet scent.
“You should know better than to challenge me, love, but I’m not easily swayed.
I’m gonna make you work for it.” I say with a low tone, causing her to scowl like a spoiled child.
She attempts to fight against my challenge but I just squeeze her jaw tighter.
“You can fight me all you want, baby, but you’ll soon find out how much I love it.
So here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to get your fine ass back inside your truck and if I make it back to your place first, I won’t lay a single finger on you and you won’t even think about touching yourself either, will you? ”
With my hand clamped around her jaw, she shakes her head but I can see the defiance in her eyes. She wants to push me but she knows the consequences; she’ll be left teetering just on the edge until I’m the one to push her over.
“And.. if I win?” She mumbles.
“Then I’ll have you seeing fucking stars, love.” I say with a grin.
Gently I place a chaste kiss on her pursed lips, then I release her jaw. There’s slight marks from where my fingers pressed into her skin and fuck if it doesn’t get my blood pumping. I want her covered in me. I want everyone to know who she belongs to.
“That’s my good girl,” I coo whilst running my thumb across her plump bottom lip. My praise burns across her skin. In the lowlight of the moon I can see the pink hue that blooms across her cheeks.
Before Brynne leaves with an eagerness in her step, she turns to face me. “What about him?” She points to Leroy who looks like an elephant has sat on his head. Congealed blood pools around his head, mixing in with grime and dirt that covers the floor.
“Leave him,” I state. “Let me sort it for you.”
“You don’t have to do that, you know? This is my–”
I take her hand in mine. “Our mess, love. This is our mess, so let me fix it for you. For us.”
Brynne smiles. It’s such a normal, simple act but one that I want to see all the time. “Thank you.”
I use my thumb to brush over her knuckles. “Let the race begin.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, she slips her hand out of mine and then she’s out of the door, sprinting towards her truck.
Don’t look at me like that, of course I’m going to let her win. I’m a fucking mess for her.