Thirteen
A COUPLE WEEKS LATER
I walked into my room without knocking because I thought the girls were downstairs with Sonny and Danko, eating breakfast. Tish was sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel around her body. She was using another to dry her hair. My dick jumped at the sight, getting semi-hard just looking. I could see the bruising around her side was starting to fade. Her face was almost back to normal, with just some light discoloration here and there. I smelled jasmine, the heat of her skin spiking the air with the scent. “Babe, I thought you were downstairs having breakfast with Jiji and the boys.”
Bent at the waist with her hair hanging upside down, she continued to rub the towel over it. “I needed a few minutes to myself, Jameson. We’ve been camped out in your room for almost a month now. I’ve got to get back home. The hospital isn’t willing to give me any more time off and I can’t afford to lose my job.” Standing up straight, she dropped the wet towel on the bed.
I was across the room in a few strides, pulling her into my arms. “Forget it, Tish! You’re not going back there ‘til I know that scumbag Aden is dealt with.”
She looked up at me, her eyes clear, no signs of pain or discomfort. She leaned into me, rubbing against my body like a cat looking to get scratched.
My arms tightened around her. “Babe.” Her upturned lips were warm and ripe. My breathing picked up, my cock hardening at the feel of her body against mine. This kiss was not soft; there was nothing playful about it. I’d been holding back because she’d been hurt, but that time was done. I needed more, I wanted more. I had to show her how much I’d held in check, what the wait while she healed had done to me.
When my tongue traced the seam of her lips, she opened her mouth to let me in. Winding her hair around my fist and tugging to turn her head where I wanted, our tongues dueled with each other. I learned the contours of her mouth, surging deep then retreating, mimicking the act to follow. My hand was still tangled in her hair, giving her that little bite of pain with her pleasure. She was liquid fire in my arms, pressing her breasts against my chest, rubbing her pussy against the front of my jeans, running her hands up my arms and digging her nails into the muscle she found there.
My cock lengthened against her stomach; my free hand roamed her back, bringing her closer to my heat and trapping her between my arms and my body. She reached up, threaded her fingers through my hair. She opened her mouth wider to accept my punishing kiss. The towel covering her form from me dropped to the floor. My hands traced over her body, learning her curves, the rough pads of my fingers sending shivers up her spine. I lifted her against me; her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her the few steps to my bed.
I lay her down, spreading her legs to make room for my torso and putting most of my weight on my elbows to avoid crushing her. “Babe, be sure you want this. Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.”
I was giving her a choice: either she was all-in or it would end right now. For me there was only one option; I wanted her so badly my teeth ached, but if she asked I would force myself to stop.
She pressed her breasts against me, lifting her hips to rub against my erection. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want this, I want you!”
Reaching back with one arm between my shoulder blades, I bunched my T-shirt in my fist then pulled it up and off, giving her a second to stroke my chest. Her hands came up to explore, but I caged both of them, being careful of her broken one as I pulled them over her head and locked them together by her wrists. The move pushed her breasts higher. I immediately took advantage, nuzzling, licking, and kissing the plump flesh. She didn’t have a lot up top but what she had were sensitive and beautifully shaped.
Latching on to a nipple, I sucked hard; her body bowed off the bed, and I smiled against her torso, releasing her flesh with an audible pop. “Like that, do you babe?” Blowing on the wet tip, I turned my head to give the other breast the same attention. She moved restlessly under me, her pussy rubbing against my dick in an effort to get some much-needed friction. My jeans were tight; my dick wanted out. “I’m gonna let go of your hands, babe, but keep them above your head.”
She frowned. “I want to touch you too,” she said.
“Later, babe. Do what I say, keep those hands above your head.” She pouted, but when I let go they stayed where they were. Standing up, I pulled off my boots and unzipped my jeans. She watched from the bed but didn’t move; when my cock sprang free her eyes widened. Her tongue came out to wet her bottom lip. God, I couldn’t wait to have that mouth wrapped around my cock—but not tonight, this one was all for her.
Returning to my position hovering over her, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down ‘til her ass was on the edge of the bed, allowing me to stand. Positioning her thighs over my forearms left her pussy wide open. My mouth watered for a taste.
There were still bruises down her side. They angered me; I wanted to wipe the memory of the pain from her forever. Leaning over her, I took my time kissing them, making my way down south over her smooth stomach and across her pelvis ‘til I got to her pussy. She was wet and glistening. My tongue swiped through the folds, forging inside her ‘til I could bury my nose in her wet heat. She moaned, lifting her hips to my seeking mouth. I found her clit and sucked hard, taking the little bud between my teeth and nipping gently.
Her back arched off the bed, and she moaned loudly. Forgetting my directions, her arms moved as she reached for my head.
“Hands!” I ordered. Her face took on a mutinous look, but her hands went back above her head. I knew if she got her hands on me I wouldn’t be able to stand it. After a month of looking and not touching, I needed to keep her from my flesh ‘til I got her off at least once.
Her pussy was gloriously wet. I loved how responsive she was to my touch; she was writhing on the bed, her body twisting as she tried to get closer to my seeking mouth. I played with her, laving her sensitive folds ‘til she strained, trying to get away from my questing tongue. I didn’t let up, licking, sucking, and nipping at her clit.
“Jameson, I can’t take it,” she moaned. “You’re killing me slowly, quit teasing and fuck me.”
Lifting my head from her body, I waited a beat ‘til she calmed, then asked one more time, “You sure you want this, babe?”
She nodded her head. “Oh my God, yes! If you stop right now, you’ll be the one with bruises.”
Chuckling, I reached into the side drawer and pulled out a condom. “Tish, look at me,” I commanded. Turning her head, her eyes locked with mine. “I’m clean, I never fuck without being wrapped. I’m no saint, but I promise you, this is the truth.”
She flushed a little but continued to look me in the eye. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while, plus I’m on the pill for other issues.”
That statement right there—that she hadn’t been with anyone in a while—made me smile wide. This pussy belonged to me now; I would be the only one fucking her!
She watched me; her teeth caught her bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth. Groaning, I ripped open the packet then rolled the condom over my swollen member.
I pushed her thighs further apart then settled between them, my cock finding her opening with ease. She was gloriously wet, but I’m a big man; I didn’t want to hurt her, ever. This woman would only feel pleasure from my possession.
I pushed in slowly; her widened eyes told me she could feel the burn as her pussy stretched to accommodate me. I watched the emotions cross her face, then her eyes drifted shut and her hips lifted to give me better access.
My mouth found hers, plunging my tongue inside before kissing her softly, trailing down the long column of her throat and nipping at her collarbones. Never losing contact with her silky-smooth skin, I moved down towards her erect nipples, laving one before pulling it into my mouth to suck on it and roll it around my tongue, all the while continuing to push into her body with my cock.
I felt resistance—she was so fuckin’ tight. I withdrew until only the head was inside her, starting an easy rhythm of small strokes in and out as I tried to loosen up her inner muscles. Every downward stroke pushed me in a little further until finally her pelvis lined up with mine. I was finally balls deep in her hot, wet sheath. It was so worth the wait.
I released the nipple I had been playing with to whisper near her ear, “You okay, babe?”
She rolled her hips, her pussy walls holding me tightly in its grasp. “Jameson, fuck me, please!” she cried.
Pushing her thighs wider, I started a faster rhythm, with long hard strokes. My balls slapped against her ass as she took me deep. She was tight, hot, and slick and I couldn’t get enough. The room smelled like sex, her skin tasted like honey and felt like silk. All my senses were tuned in to her body for clues of what she liked and didn’t.
Holding her hip in a hard grasp, I changed the angle, my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her with every punishing plunge of my hips. Dropping my hand down, I rubbed her clit in time to my movements. Her breathing was labored and she was grinding against me, taking what I was giving her then giving it back to me. Her nails dug into my forearms, the little pricks of pain spurring me to go faster, higher, harder. Her body rose off the bed, and I felt her walls tighten around my cock, fisting me like a glove as I pounded into her.
She closed her eyes, letting out a long, low wail, her body shuddering as she came around my cock.
“Eyes, babe,” I growled. She opened her eyes. They were unfocused and dilated; I could see pleasure as she came for me. Her lip was caught between her teeth, her tight warmth milking my cock, waiting for me to fill her with my cum.
Her body was shaking with aftershocks, but I continued riding her. I didn’t want to stop; marshalling my will, I tried to stave off my body’s need, but with a few more jerky strokes, I pushed in to the hilt, coming hard into the condom. I knew she could feel the heat of my semen as my cock jerked inside her, emptying my balls deep inside her trembling body. Limp and boneless, she let her arms fall back to the mattress.
Breathing hard and dripping with sweat, I caught my breath on top of her, moving most of my weight to my elbows. I pushed her tangled hair off of her face, kissing the bruises lightly. Her skin had a fine sheen of perspiration, the sweat pooling between her breasts, her body twitching every once in a while, as she rode out her climax. “You okay, babe?”
She smiled, too tired to raise her head off the pillow. “More than okay, Jameson.”
I pulled out of her body with a wet sucking noise, and she groaned. Stripped off the condom, I tied it off then dropped it into the basket beside the bed. Getting up, I padded, naked, into the bathroom.
Running the water for a minute for it to get hot, I dipped a washcloth in the water and wrung it out, then I was back in bed in a minute. Knowing she would be sore, I ran the warm, wet rag between her legs, cleaning her up in the process. I threw the rag onto the bedside table and climbed into bed, pulling her into my arms.
On the one hand, I wanted to soothe her ache, but on the other, I wanted her to feel me between her legs, to know it was me who gave her pleasure, to know it would only ever be me giving her pleasure.
I spooned her so her back was to my front. “Sleep, babe,” I said, kissing the top of her head, holding her close. She drifted off. My eyes grew heavy, but I loved the feeling of her weight in my arms before I followed her into sleep.
Coming awake slowly, I tried to stretch but a heavy weight rested across my stomach, and a big hand was holding my breast. My pussy was tender, but it felt good; it had been a long time, if ever, that I’d had a ride like that. Jameson in the sack was pure pleasure. The man had a body that could stop traffic, a talented tongue, and he knew how to make my body sing.
I could feel the heat creeping up my neck when I thought about what happened between us last night. My other thought was, Shit, I wish I could tell Jiji. Yeah, not happening. I don’t think she’d appreciate the play-by-play since it’s her big bro we’d be talking about.
I could see her now: fingers stuck in her ears, shouting, “No, nope, not listening, go away, Tish!”
“Stop thinking so hard,” he growled in my ear. “Just let it be.” His hand tightened around my breast and I could feel his cock harden against my backside. “I would love to be inside you again, babe, but you have to be sore and I’m late for work.” He swung out of bed, slapping me on the ass, then flipped me over to kiss me before striding into the bathroom.
When the door closed, I fanned my face with my hand; Lord, he was hot! That wide chest tapered down to six-pack with a V at his waist that had me drooling to run my tongue over it, then nibble on it, all while stroking that big cock to life. My face flamed. Shit, replaying last night and salivating over the man was so not helping.
The door to the bedroom crashed open and Jiji came flying into the room. My head snapped up; I could see she was pissed, and she had a full head of steam going.
“Damn Breech,” she spat. “He thinks just because I’m only 22 I’m still a baby. Go on up to your room, Jiji. Be a good little girl and do what I say. Fuck him!” she yelled.
I collapsed laughing on the bed when I saw the look on Jameson’s face as he was coming out of the bathroom. He had slipped on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. His hair was slicked back, wet from the quick shower he’d taken. “What the fuck, Jiji?” he snapped at her.
Still fuming, she turned to her brother. “I can screw whom I want, when I want, and neither that ape downstairs or you—” she said, poking him in the chest “—have anything to say about it.”
I could see the steam coming out of his ears. Wrapping a sheet around my naked body, I went to him, laying a hand on his arm. “Relax, Jameson, she’s just pissed off and venting.”
He lowered his head, resting it on the top of mine, then he took a deep breath to calm down. “Jiji, I told you when you got here, no fooling around with the brothers.”
Jiji got right up in his face. “I do not need a keeper, Jameson. Don’t you dare treat me like a child too. I’m a woman, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not stupid; I do have a brain in my head,” she huffed.
Jameson reached out to catch hold of her arm. “Jiji, I know that, and I understand your position, but these are not the college boys you are used to; these are men, hard men. You can’t tease them then expect them to respect you. They keep their distance because they know you are my sister, but if you step out of line I can’t intervene.”
“Why is it that you immediately think it’s my fault if Breech gets mad?” she questioned. “I was minding my own business eating breakfast when he decided to drag some hussy onto his lap at the table. All I said was, could you please not do that in front of my pancakes? They are deflated enough.”
“That’s not so bad,” I said, but she was inspecting her nails, not looking at me. I sighed. “Out with it, Jiji. Then what?”
“Well, I might have mentioned a certain appendage being in the same shape as my pancake and that the lady in question didn’t seem to know how to fix the issue.” She giggled, saw Jameson scowl, and tried to look innocent.
“Oh my God, you didn’t, Jiji, did you?” Now I was laughing.
Jameson turned to me. “Don’t egg her on, Tish, she’s bad enough on her own.”
I couldn’t help it; I could picture Breech sitting at the table with his mouth opening and closing like a fish, not knowing how to respond to Jiji’s banter.
“You will apologize, Jiji,” he ordered.
“I will not,” she replied. “I didn’t do anything wrong. He’s the one who got all bent out of shape; he never should have brought that trash to the table.”
“It’s his table, Jiji; remember, you are just a guest there.”
Jiji looked like he had slapped her. Her eyes filled up with tears and she looked pleadingly at Jameson. “Does that mean we can go home soon? Have you found out anything more about Mom or Aden?”
Now Jameson looked like he’d been the one slapped. “You don’t like it here, Jiji? You want to go home to an empty house, no family there, your best friend here in New York?”
Jiji turned questioning eyes to me, but before I could react, he continued. “She’s mine, Jiji, I’m not letting her go. The choice is yours. Once Aden is disposed of, either you stay here with us or leave and go home alone.”
Jameson looked over at me. I must have had a shocked expression on my face because he immediately softened. “We will discuss this later,” he glanced at Jiji meaningfully, “alone, Tish. Get dressed and come downstairs. We need to meet with Dukes and Danko.” Turning, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Umm, yeah, that went well,” I said, trying to break the tension.
“Is it true, what he said, Tish? Would you stay here if I wanted to go home?”
I tugged her over to sit on the bed with me. “Jiji, this thing between your brother and me is so new. I have feelings for him, have had them for a long time, if I’m being honest. Don’t ask me to choose between the two of you. Either choice would kill me.”
She hung her head. “That wasn’t fair; I’m sorry I said it, Tish. You and I are closer than most sisters. I didn’t tell you about one thing, just one thing in all these years, and look how that turned out. I refuse to make this about us. I’ve watched you falling for him for years. I knew how you felt about him before you did. So, no, there will be no choice to make.
“To be perfectly honest, I like it here. Opry says Sandra loves to teach, I toured the college, and I’m over-the-moon happy that you and Jameson are finding your way to each other. The thing is, Breech stumps me. One minute he’s almost coming on to me, the next he’s breathing fire at me. I don’t know what to do, Tish, have any words of wisdom for a sista?”
Smiling at her choice of words, I said, “Seems to me he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place, Jiji. Think about it. You’re Jameson’s little sister. These guys are all about family. He might want to go there with you, but he’s also best friends with your brother, just like you are to me. If he started something and it didn’t work out, it could come between him and Jameson. That’s not easy for him to do, Jiji. You’d basically be giving him the same choice you just gave me. You or Jameson.”
She blinked, taking it in. “Damn it, Tish, why didn’t I see that?” she asked. “How could I be so blind?”
“Come on, babe, you weren’t thinking in terms of you and Breech as a couple. That’s why you didn’t see it.”
“I’m still not thinking of Breech and me as a couple, Tish. I’m not ready to go there. I still have my undergrad work to do, then vet school. I have enough to worry about without some stubborn, musclebound gorilla getting in my way.”
I collapsed back on the bed, laughing at the picture Jiji had painted of Breech. The sheet got tangled and exposed my upper thigh.
Jiji pointed at my leg. “Umm, Tish, you’ve got a hickey right there. I wouldn’t wear short shorts today.”
Looking down, I blushed. I had beard-burn and, as she had pointed out, a hickey on my thigh. Snatching the sheet down, I said, “Pfft, you’re just jealous that I got a little something-something and you didn’t.”
“Eww, do we have to go through this every time?” she asked, tapping on my temple. “He’s my bro. It’s TMI with him and you already!”
“So you’re not mad at him anymore?” I asked.
She snorted. “Yeah, I guess you can say that. My big bro won’t let it go, though. He can have the hots for you, but none of the guys can have the hot’s for me. Narrow-minded asshat. unbelievable,” she huffed. “Come on, get dressed before he comes back and chews out what little butt I have left.”
I put on a pair of capris and a T-shirt, ran a comb through my hair before throwing it up in a messy bun, brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on a pair of flip flops, and prepared to beard the lion in his den.