Colby
It’s late and no matter how hard I try to shut my brain off, I can’t. Things have taken a fucked-up turn and headed straight into Shitsville. How that piece of shit is Briella’s father, I’ll never know. He wasn’t a good man back then and he sure as fuck isn’t one now.
Briella tosses and turns in her sleep, a sure sign that this is playing on her mind. She’s usually such a sound sleeper. Sighing, I step into the shower and try to wash away some of the funk. Not that I hold out much hope.
The funny thing is, it’s all starting to make a bit of sense. We have no proof that what Calvin suspects is true but it’s more than plausible. The Mayor wants Frankie out of the picture, Frankie wants the Mayor to comply, so he goes after his wife as ammunition. If pictures or videos of Nadia fucking around go viral, it will ruin the Mayors campaign. It’s all so cliché, a tried and tested ruse of blackmail.
And the Mayor? Well, what better way to get intel on the mob boss than to have a surveillance team watching him 24/7. The bit that’s throwing me for a loop is Calvin. Can he be trusted? The facts say yes, but that isn’t enough to place all our trust in him. I need the guys back home to get back to us with some information.
I shut the water off and step back out into the warm room. Even late at night, the temperature is still high. Within minutes my skin is dry, and I go back to my pacing the floor. What is all of this doing to my girl? And she is my girl. I can try to kid myself all I want but some time over the last few days, best friends or fuck buddies stopped being relevant. She is more.
“If you’re going to parade about looking all brooding and sexy, the least you can do is take off the damn towel.”
Briella is laying on her side, eyes blinking open sleepily and looking so fucking adorable, it makes my heart hurt.
“I was trying not to wake you.”
She shrugs and sits up against the headboard. “Anything happening?”
I gesture to the monitors and shake my head. “She’s been sleeping for hours. The only reason I know she isn’t dead is ‘cause of her elephant snores. She needs another nose job by the sounds of it.”
Briella smiles and for a moment I think she is going to say something, but she just shakes her head and brings her knees up to her chest. I can’t leave her there looking all sad. I sit on the side of the bed and place a hand on her thigh.
“I know it’s all gone to shit but we’ll get to the bottom of it Bri.”
She offers a small nod. “I know that. I just can’t believe that he’s involved. Of all the cases, all the jobs, why did he have to be on the biggest one of my career?”
I don’t have an answer, but then, she doesn’t expect me to. Instead, I crawl onto the bed beside her and wrap her up in my arms. She comes willingly, her head burrowing into my chest and the smell of her coconut shampoo teases my nose. Her fingers trace lazy circles on my bicep, her legs twine with my own. I can’t ever remember a time when I felt so wrapped up in a woman. Oh, a few had tried and that was usually when I faked coughing up a lung and got the hell out of dodge.
This right now, it feels so necessary, so right. And that’s the moment I know for sure what’s happening to me.
I’m growing a vagina.
My hand shoots down under the sheet, seeking out my best friend and I blow out a sigh of relief when I feel him there, nestled between my legs and now waking up.
“What the hell are you doing?” she grumbles.
“Just checking I still had a cock.”
She lifts her head and regards me with one eye. “Do I even want to know?”
“Umm… no. No, you don’t.” At least not yet, I thought to myself.
She shakes her head, an amused smile on her lips and I can’t have that. I capture those lips with my own and slowly, so slowly, suckle at her bottom lip. She sighs contentedly and tries to deepen the kiss. As much as I love it when she goes all aggressor on me, I have a feeling that isn’t what she really needs tonight.
So, when she would have pushed me to my back, I roll her onto hers and settle between her thighs, leaving my towel on the bed beside us. She glances up at me beneath lowered lashes, looking every inch the vixen. I take my time and lower my head until our mouths are inches apart. Breaths mingling, our eyes connect and something tangible passes between us again. Only this time, I wasn’t running.
She arches beneath me as I draw her tank up and over her head, relishing in the way her breasts push up against my chest. She shivers, her eyes closing when I wrap my lips around one of those rosy nipples. My hand slides down her body, feeling all the curves I have come to love so much until I reach the top of her boy shorts. They slip easily down with her body moving to help.
My forehead drops to hers, my mind going crazy as I feel her soaked pussy bare against my ridiculously hard cock. I let her pussy tease me for a moment, my dick sliding through her sex, almost weeping with the need to thrust deep and hard. When I can’t take it any longer, I slide home.
Her mouth opens, a silent gasp filling the space between us as I bottom out. My gaze holds hers and I’m lost. Lost in the depths, lost in the emotion I can see swirling behind the sheen. My hips draw back, only to surge in deep again and fuck me, it’s like nothing I have ever experienced before, even with her.
There’s a connection I hadn’t counted on. She can feel it too. Her eyes are shining at me, hope and something we haven’t named. Our bodies keep pace, perfectly in time, thrust after thrust and yet I can’t take my eyes from hers. Her hands have long abandoned the headboard and are now fisting the sheets beneath us. And when her pussy contracts around my dick, that’s the moment I lose all control and pump back into her with abandon.
Once, twice and then my lips capture
I hear a sniffle and raise my head so I can see Briella’s face. Her eyes have closed and a lone tear slips from the corner of one eye.
“Bri?”
“I’m fine, really. I just… fuck I needed that!”
Chuckling, I roll off her and flump down onto the sheets. She turns toward me and lays a hand on my chest. “Thanks Colby.”
“You’re thanking me for blowing my load? Really, it was nothing.”
She slaps me, hard I might add, but at least she’s smiling. “Smart ass. Thank you for being here with me. It helps.”
My hand pushes away the hair falling over her beautiful eyes. “Bri, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
“While we’re here,” she whispers.
It’s cute she still thinks this is a short-term gig. She and I? We are happening. I’m not about to go through an evolutional change only to lose my girl, no fucking chance. Briella and I are together now, but if she needs time to get used to it, I can do that.
“While we’re here,” I confirm.
Her gaze lowers and if she hadn’t dropped a kiss to my chest and snuggled in close, I would have sworn she was upset. I’m about to ask her when movement outside the cabin window catches my attention. Glancing up, I lock eyes with a hooded figure. I leap from the bed, gun snatched from the bedside table and lunge for the door. Cock flapping in the wind, I chase around the side of the cabin and launch myself at the trespasser, more than willing to put a cap in the ass of this freak.
“Who the fuck are you?” I growl, pinning the man to the deck. He grunts beneath my knee, not even putting up an ounce of resistance. “I’ll ask you one more motherfucking time. Who. Are. You?”
“Well,” comes a bored voice from behind me. “Some of us like to call him asshole.”
“Skylar?” Bri whispers excitedly, wrapping her friend up in her arms. I take my knee from the lump on the ground and kick him over. The cocky asshole is grinning.
“Did you miss me, baby?” Marcus croons, holding out a crushed flower to me.
I have a feeling things are about to get a whole lot more interesting.