Kira
Kira and Brent brought Lucian home from the hospital the next day and put him to bed next to Dylan. They decided that they needed to share a room, at least while they were both still having nightmares. They could comfort each other and help each other get back to sleep, pushing the bad thoughts out of their minds.
For the time being, at least, Dylan and Lucian were fast asleep, snoring lightly as Kira and Brent closed the door on them and headed down the hallway to Brent’s bedroom. Kira didn’t even hesitate before leaping onto Brent’s bed, letting her body sag against the mattress. “Jesus Christ, what a week.”
Brent flopped down beside her and tangled their fingers together, gripping hard enough to keep Kira awake even though her thoughts were racing. “You can say that again,” he said softly, leaning over to press a kiss against the side of Kira’s head.
“You gonna tell me what happened with the MC?” Kira asked, trying to keep her tone light and casual even though she was honestly desperate to know the details.
Brent blew out his breath and averted his eyes when Kira turned onto her side to look directly at him. “I don’t know, Kira. Is it really important?”
“Yes,” Kira said. She rolled over until she was right on top of Brent, pressing down on his chest and looking him directly in the eyes, not giving him any opportunity to look away. “It’s very important. It’s a part of you. I need to know all of you if we’re really going to do this.”
Brent nodded slowly and swallowed, his throat working visibly as he worked up something to say. “It was just…any other day.”
“A firefight at the MC’s clubhouse was just like any other day? Is that supposed to reassure me?” Kira said sarcastically, punctuating her sarcastic question with a kiss on Brent’s lips, just to break the unbearable tension between them.
Brent smiled. His eyes gleamed with an inner light that Kira had never noticed before. She wanted to bathe in that light, soak up its rays until she felt warm on the inside, comforted by the mix of desire and respect she saw lurking there. “It wasn’t my first time fighting for my life, no,” Brent said. He rubbed his way up from Kira’s hand to the top of her shoulder, kneading at some of the tension hiding within her muscles.
“So, what, is that normal?” Kira asked. Some of her fear leaked into her voice. “I mean, do you do that a lot? Fighting with guns?”
Brent let his hand trail up from her shoulder to her neck. Kira’s eyes fell shut as his nails skimmed up her sensitive skin and danced along her neck until they finally found a resting place behind her ear. “It happens from time to time, yes,” he said, tangling his fingers into the hair on the back of her head gently. “But not every day. It won’t happen again for a long time, now that I’ve got the MC under control. They’re mine again. We won’t have to worry.”
Kira licked her dry lips before leaning in again to press her mouth against Brent, wishing she could subsume all of her anxiety into his body, let his beautiful strong form swallow up every last worry that was lurking in her mind. But unfortunately it didn’t work that way, at least not in Kira’s experience. She sighed into Brent’s mouth, making him pull back and look at her quizzically until she leaned back, bracing her weight on her arms on either side of Brent’s body. “I don’t know,” she said, thinking out loud. “I just want us to be safe. That’s all.”
“We are safe,” Brent argued. He pulled at her head until he could consume her lips again in another deep kiss. “I’ll take care of us. I promise.”
“How can you say that?” Kira asked. She sighed deeply as she let her anxieties flow out of her mouth. “I mean it. How can you really believe that? Larry could—”
“Larry’s going away for a very long time,” Brent cut in. “He’s not going to hurt us. I swear, baby. I’m not going to let it happen. Even if I have to kill him with my bare hands—”
“I don’t want you to do that,” Kira said firmly. She furrowed her brow to show how serious she was about that. She sighed again and let her body collapse on top of Brent’s, relaxing a little more as his hand came up to rub some of the anxiety out of her back muscles. “I don’t know, Brent,” she said, thinking out loud. “I’m just going to have to get used to it, you know? The way you had to get used to being a dad. I’m going to have to take some time to get accustomed to being…” She trailed off, uncertain of what she was trying to say, exactly.
“To being the queen?” Brent suggested, a bright, wide grin splitting his face in half.
“Shut up,” Kira said, playfully slapping the side of his body. “Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing!” Brent said. He sat up in bed and pulled Kira along with him. “You are the queen now. Because I’m the king, and I chose you. That’s the way it works.”
Kira hesitated before saying anything, unsure if Brent was making fun of her. “Seriously?” she finally asked.
Brent nodded, and the shit-eating grin faded from his face, replaced by a sober, almost somber expression. “Yes. You’re the queen of the MC now, baby. You better get used to it.”
A little shiver went down Kira’s spine, but it didn’t feel cold. It felt…weirdly hot, like a trail of flames was licking its way down her bones, splitting her cells open and making them feel things that she’d never allowed them to before. “I’m the queen,” she whispered out loud to herself, trying to get used to the idea.
Brent smiled again, his eyes full of brilliant light as he stared directly into Kira’s eyes, running a gentle hand down her spine, making her squirm a little bit under his touch. “Yeah, baby. You’re the fucking queen.”
Kira swallowed heavily, willing all the shaky nervousness to fade from her body, but even though she tried to stay steady and cool headed, her voice shook a little as she asked, “So what does the queen do, exactly?”
Brent leaned up a little, pushing Kira back on the bed until she was fully sitting in his lap. He wordlessly encouraged her to wrap her arms around his neck, so she complied, settling so that she was comfortable sitting on his legs. “A queen,” he started to say, his voice a low whisper, “gets what she wants. That’s what a queen does.”
Kira grinned. The movement of her muscles felt almost painful after spending such a long time frowning and worrying in her jail cell. She leaned in to press her lips against Brent’s, squeezing his back more tightly. “That sounds good to me,” she murmured against his mouth.
“Mm, yeah, I thought so,” Brent said softly, sticking his hands up the hem of her shirt to get at the bare skin of her back. “But there’s one catch, though.”
“Oh, yeah, what’s that?” Kira said in between soft, teasing kisses, dragging her lips along the side of Brent’s face, trying to get him to fall apart as quickly as possible without touching his cock directly.
But Brent was stronger than he looked. He forced her to look him directly in the eyes, saying with a serious tone of voice, “The queen has to obey the king…in bed, that is.”
“Mm, sounds hot,” Kira whispered, dragging her tongue lightly along the seam of Brent’s lips. “I could get into that.”
“Yeah?” Brent asked. His hands traveled down to grip Kira’s ass, kneading her cheeks for a minute before rearing back to spank her. Hard. Hard enough that she lurched forward into his arms, giggling as she collided with his chest. “You like that?” he whispered. His tone was sexy, teasing, but there was a real note of concern hiding within his words, a genuine interest in how she felt. Kira felt absurdly turned on by that, just from realizing how much Brent cared about obtaining her consent. God, he seemed to respect her so much. It made her feel more special than anything else in the world.
“Yeah,” Kira answered him. She ducked her head to press her lips against the big pulsing vein in his neck, licking along his tendons until he was moaning softly in her ear. “Yeah, I fucking like that,” she muttered under her breath. She reached up to keep Brent’s head in place as she nibbled at the underside of his chin.
“Mm, baby, yeah,” Brent murmured. He groaned
a little as she licked and sucked at the tip of his earlobe, pulling it into her mouth to tease at it with her tongue. “Yeah, that’s good.”
“Yeah, you like having me as your queen?” Kira whispered back, dragging her nails down the back of his neck, making him arch up into her touch.
“I love it,” Brent said, and before Kira could realize what was happening he flipped her over, pinning her down to the mattress underneath his weight. “You like being royalty, don’t you?”
Kira nodded, grinning shamelessly. Butterflies floated around in her stomach as Brent melted above her, leaning down to kiss her neck softly. “God, you taste so good,” Brent whispered into her skin.
“You’re forgetting something,” Kira said as she wrapped her hand around the back of Brent’s head, tangling her fingers through his hair to scratch at his sensitive scalp.
“What’s that?” Brent asked.
“I have to obey you,” Kira said. “In bed, at least,” she added with a wink.
“That’s right,” Brent said, pulling back a little to stare at Kira, his eyes flashing with unbridled desire. “I can tell you what to do, if you want to obey me.”
“I do,” Kira said with perfect confidence. Her heart thundered in her chest like the hooves of a thoroughbred horse let out of the racing gate. “Tell me what you want me to do, my sweet king.”
Brent grinned again, his beautiful sharp smile shining brightly. He leaned in to bite at her neck, sucking at her skin so hard that Kira’s whole body jolted upward, her hips lurching forward like she was already being fucked. God, she wanted that so badly. She needed to be united with Brent, to join with him in body and in soul. She needed to be his queen, really and truly, in every sense of the word.
Brent focused on biting her for a few moments, dragging his teeth down her neck and sucking on the sharpest part of her collarbone before he sunk lower, pulling her shirt aside to suckle at the tops of her breasts. Kira had almost entirely forgotten about the obedience thing when Brent pulled back suddenly, leaving her whining lowly in response to the loss of contact. “What…” Kira muttered out as Brent beamed down at her, looking at her like he’d just won a grand prize at the carnival.
“Strip,” he said to her. He stuck a hand under her ass, encouraging her to get to her feet. “Strip for me, baby.”
It took a few seconds for Kira to register what he said, but as soon as she did she sprung to her feet, jumped off the bed, and stood in front of him, grinning. “Put on some music,” she told him as she began to let her hips sway from side to side.
“Oh, you’re giving orders now, huh?” Brent said, laughing as he leaned across the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand.
“Hey, it goes both ways,” Kira said with unbroken confidence. She moved her hips from side to side, watching with satisfaction as the desire in Brent’s eyes mounted, growing more and more obvious with each passing second. He wants me, Kira thought to herself smugly. He fucking wants me. She felt a tremendous surge of power shoot up her spine, her whole body tingling with the unmistakable sensation of control. It was intoxicating, and she felt like she was in a haze, but she didn’t feel even a shred of doubt. She knew what to do here. She was going to fucking own his ass.
Brent played a slow, rhythmic R&B song from his phone, and Kira moved along to the beat, playing with the hem of her shirt, teasing it up little by little until the bottom of her stomach was exposed. “Mm, I like that,” Brent said. He leaned back on the bed and folded his hands behind his head.
“Yeah, I bet you fucking do,” Kira said teasingly. She arched her spine as she rolled her entire body, smirking when she saw Brent’s jaw drop open in shock and arousal. “I know what you like,” she whispered as she lifted her shirt up higher to reveal the bottom of her ribcage. She rolled up the bottom of her shirt and tied it up so it stayed in place and then danced slowly and smoothly, feeling a natural confidence that she didn’t know she possessed rising within her with each beat of the song that filled the room around them.
“God, you’re fucking hot,” Brent said as he watched her, his eyes never leaving her body even for a single moment, totally entranced as she moved along to the rhythm of the song.
“I am,” Kira agreed without thinking about it. She felt perfectly secure in her body for the first time in her life, totally assured of the power between her hips. She reached under her shirt and undid her strapless bra, then pulled it out and threw it across the room, smirking as she watched Brent’s eyes fixate on her nipples, which now showed through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Yeah, you want me?” Kira whispered. She slowed her movements even further and rocked her hips along with the bass line of the song, her heartbeat matching the beat, pounding throughout her whole body.
Brent nodded furiously, licked his lips, and reached his hands out to touch her.
Kira slapped his hands away gently and pushed them aside so that they couldn’t get to her breasts, which was their intended target if his gaze was anything to go by. “Not yet,” she said, chastising him by waving a single finger in the air. “You haven’t earned it yet.”
“Oh, I’ve got to earn it now?” Brent said. He bit down on his bottom lip as he watched her move to the music.
“Mm-hmm,” Kira answered without hesitation, rolling her body up from her breasts down to her legs, thrusting in the air like she was already fucking him. She wanted him to be desperate for her. She wanted him to beg for her, wanted his cock to leak for her, already on the edge before it even got inside her. She wanted him to need her as much as he needed anything in his entire life. “Gotta be patient,” she murmured as she dropped her hands down to her pants, playing with her button.
“Whew, fuck,” Brent said, blowing out his breath and shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re a fucking special one, Kira.”
“Yeah, I am,” Kira said. Her head felt light and airy, full of a dangerous level of self-confidence. This is the kind of self-assurance that dictators have, Kira thought as she undid her button and zipper, tugging her pants down to her thighs, revealing her underwear to Brent’s hungry eyes. I could get used to this.
“Take it off,” Brent said. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Kira said. She smirked as she kicked her pants gracefully off her legs, revealing her naked limbs. She leaned her elbows on the bed, letting her hips writhe back and forth like she was riding an imaginary cock.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot,” Brent said. He rubbed his eyes like he was trying to clear his mind of a mirage. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, baby,” Kira murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt higher and higher, revealing the bottom half of her breasts, just under her nipple, her skin prickling from the cold air hitting her bare flesh. “You want me?”
“You already know the answer to that,” Brent said. He was practically salivating at this point, his gaze glued to her breasts.
“Say it,” Kira demanded, her voice as firm as it had ever been. “Say it, baby.”
“I want you,” Brent said. “Jesus Christ, I fucking want you.”
“So what are you waiting for?” Kira asked. She her eyebrows innocently as she slid her shirt over her shoulders and head and tossed it to the ground.
“Fuck!” Brent cried out. He crawled forward on the bed and stopped just short of touching her. “Jesus Christ.”
“Mm, what’s wrong?” Kira asked teasingly. “Don’t like what you see?”
Brent shot her a glare, but it soon melted into a sweet, almost alarmingly gentle look, his eyes going so soft that Kira was almost scared. But not now. Not in this beautiful, unbroken moment, not when Brent was staring up at her like she was a goddess, whispering, “I love it. I love you.”
Before she could come up with anything to say in response, Brent tackled her and pressed her down onto the bed again as he attacked her neck, his teeth digging into her violently for a few seconds before dragging their way down to her chest, latching around her left nipple. “Fuck!” Kira cried out, clutching hard onto the back of Brent’s head, encouraging him to suck harder.
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” Brent declared. He reached down to pull her underwear off of her body, tearing it in his haste to get it off her legs. But Kira didn’t care, not when Brent was struggling out of his own clothes, kicking his boxers away and revealing his throbbing hardness a second before he pressed his crotch right against Kira’s, slipping inside her so easily that Kira barely had a second to prepare. She was being spread open, speared on his huge pulsing cock, and she fucking loved it. She was rendered speechless, gasping wordlessly as she bit at Brent’s shoulder, sucking on the salt of his skin.
“Ugh, fuck,” Brent grunted into her ear as he thrust wildly, sending his cock deeper into her pussy. “Jesus fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Kira whispered back. She sucked at the juncture of Brent’s neck and shoulder, making him whine lowly right into her ear, giving her exactly what she needed to hear: pure, unrestrained desire. “Ugh, that’s so good. Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Give it to me.”
Brent rushed to comply, bracing his weight by placing his hand into the mattress right next to Kira’s head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside of her until he hit her limit, brushing up against her inner walls. “Fuck, yes. That’s tight. That’s fucking tight. Ugh, so good, baby, fuck.”
Kira moaned out an incoherent response, beyond words for the moment as she jerked her hips upward, trying to achieve even deeper penetration even though he was already all the way inside. She wanted as much of him as possible. She wanted to fucking swallow him whole.
Brent began fucking her in earnest then, and the bed squeaked underneath him as he thrust in and out, panting lowly next to her ear the whole time. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of Kira’s wet cunt.
She felt like he was hitting a bundle of nerves, the most special spot inside of her, the spot that could make her explode at any moment, if hit properly. I’m going to do it right now, she thought to herself, clutching harder at the skin of Brent’s back. I’m going to fucking come.
But first, Brent had to fuck her brains out, pounding her so hard that she was a little worried that the bed was going to break underneath them. But somehow, Kira thought that she wouldn’t even care if it did. She knew she couldn’t stop now, not when Brent’s bare cock was inside of her, pushing up inside of her, finding spots she didn’t even know existed.
“Yes, baby, yes, baby, fuck, I love this, I love this so much, I love you,” Brent rambled next to her ear.
“I love you, too,” Kira said back, the words falling out of her so easily that at first she didn’t even notice what had happened. But Brent did. He came to a stop inside of her, panting hard as he stared down at her, sweat dripping down from his hair, his eyes blinking furiously as they peered into Kira’s, looking like they were trying to find out if she was joking or not.
Kira cleared her throat. A thousand different fears whirled around inside her mind at once. Fuck it, she thought, summoning up all the courage that ever existed inside her body for this one beautiful, perfect moment. “I love you,” she said again, as solidly and firmly as she could. “I love you, Brent.”
Brent fell out of her then, backing up until his back was pressed up against the headboard of the bed, gesturing for her to follow him. “Come on, baby,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to crawl up into his lap. “Ride me.”
“With pleasure,” Kira said with a grin, feeling weirdly free, like a great burden had been taken off of her heart after she’d spoken the truth out loud. She straddled Brent’s torso, shoving her feet hard into the mattress to brace herself as she lifted her hips up, aligning her hole back up with Brent’s cock before slamming herself down all at once, taking Brent’s cock fully inside of her tight cunt. “Ugh, fuck,” she called out as the head of his cock brushed up against that special spot inside of her again, rubbing up against it again and again as she moved her hips up and down.
The music played from Brent’s phone, setting the mood with a slower, softer love song that wrapped around them like a soft, gentle cloud, making Kira feel like nothing could go wrong, ever. She was safe here, wrapped up in Brent’s arms, consumed by his body, boxed in by his arms. She could never even imagine being hurt again, not with Brent wrapped around her like this, taking care of her so well. He loves me, Kira thought as she stared down into Brent’s eyes, riding him a little harder but slowing down to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. He fucking loves me. And I love him.
Kira couldn’t hold back the words anymore. “I fucking love you!” she cried out. The words spilled out of her like water bursting over a damn, falling down as naturally as her hips grinded down onto Brent’s.
“I love you!” Brent shouted back, reaching up to grab her hands, their fingers twining together, their sweat pooling together as one as their hips moved faster, thrusting onto each other in perfect harmony.
Kira’s cunt felt like the entire universe, like whole galaxies were colliding and falling apart and falling back together again inside of her pussy, a thousand colors mixing together as his cock slid in and out of her, creating beautiful, wonderful friction. This is how universes are made, Kira thought, panting so hard that her lungs burned with the exertion, her muscles aching as she thrust back and forth above her lover. This is how God made the world. With love. Just like this.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Brent grunted out. He leaned up to bite at her neck again, sucking on her so hard that he was sure to leave a mark. Good, Kira thought. I want him to mark me. To possess me. To fucking own me. Just like I own him.
She leaned down to press her head into his neck, biting and sucking at him to leave her marks on his skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she mumbled again and again into his flesh, licking at him like she could swallow him whole. “Baby, please, ugh.”
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you, darling,” Brent whispered back. He clutched at the back of her head and kept her in place as he pushed his hips up more forcefully, sending his cock impossibly deep inside of her. “Oh, fuck, I’ve got you.”
Kira moved her hips around in tight circles, rotating on the head of Brent’s cock, slamming down before sliding back up, teasing him with her natural juices even though her whole body was screaming to take all of him in. After a few more moments of this routine, Kira couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She finally rode him so hard that the bed resumed squeaking beneath them, nearly wailing like a siren as she went faster and faster, feeling herself heat up in between her legs. She felt like a nuclear explosion was ready to go off inside her cunt at any moment, all of the wonderful sensations from Brent’s cock combining together to form something beautiful and new.
“Baby, it’s happening, it’s fucking happening,” she mumbled into Brent’s neck, moving her lips over to collide with his mouth, licking her way inside until she was sucking on his tongue, desperately trying to get as much of him inside her body as possible.
“Yes, darling, yes,” Brent breathed back. His voice came out weaker than she’d ever heard it before. She had ridden him to the edge of oblivion, to the boundary separating humans and the fucking stars. And she was going to take them both over that final edge, tumbling into beautiful accepting darkness, warm and wet and welcoming.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kira cried out, her pussy starting to heat up almost painfully as she ground even harder onto his cock, bearing down so that the head of his dick pressed up against the most sensitive spot on her pussy’s inner wall.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby, give it up to me. Give in. I got you. I’ve always got you,” Brent said, rubbing his hands up the sides of her body, massaging the last little bit of tension out of her muscles.
“Unh! Unh, fuck! Fuck me, ugh!” Kira called out. She gripped Brent’s hands as hard as she could as her pussy began to pulse around his cock, the heat reaching a breaking point, like a huge bubble finally collapsing in on itself, creating a thousand tiny bubbles flying off into the atmosphere, drifting up throughout Kira’s whole body, explosion after explosion going off inside her cells. “Ugh! Yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck!”
“Yes, baby, yes!” Brent cried out from beneath her, gripping her hips hard, pushing her ass up and down to bring his cock to the edge, too. “Oh, fuck, it’s happening. It’s fucking….it’s fucking happening. Yes! Yes! God, yes!”
Kira braced herself, expecting to feel a violent explosion from Brent’s cock, but instead it was almost gentle, his dick releasing inside of her, pulse by pulse by pulse, his very heartbeat reverberating inside of her again and again and again. “Oh, shit,” Kira mumbled as she collapsed on top of Brent’s chest. His dick slid out of her wetly as she settled her weight on top of his body. “Oh, my God.”
“Yeah,” Brent agreed. He rubbed his way down from her shoulder-blades to her lower back, pressing down on her vertebrae until she finally let herself go limp in his arms, totally loose and free from any stress that her body might have retained as a result of the awful week she’d just had.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kira huffed out. She pressed her lips lazily against the side of Brent’s face. “Wow.”
“Yeah, same,” he said with a light laugh. He rubbed his other hand along the top of Kira’s head, brushing some of the random strands of sweaty hair out of her eyes. “You’re a special one, you know that?”
“Thank you,” Kira said softly, clearing her throat before adding, “No one’s ever said that to me before, you know.”
“Really?” Brent asked. His hands stilled on her head and back. “That’s a fucking shame.”
“It’s okay,” Kira said bashfully, hiding her face in Brent’s neck, but a second later she was forced to face him when Brent pulled at her chin, his eyes bearing down intensely onto hers.
“I’ll tell you every day,” Brent said. “I promise.”
Kira’s heart felt like it was about to burst, it was so full of unbearably real emotion. She wanted to say that to Brent, to tell him that he made her realize how strong she was, just because she never knew how much emotion she could handle until she met him. She wanted to say that he pushed her to her limit, proving to her how powerful she really was. She wanted to say that for the first time in her life, she knew she could relax, really and truly, because he wasn’t going to run away and leave her to take care of everything by herself.
She wanted to say all of that, but for some reason she couldn’t force the words out at the moment. But it didn’t seem to matter. Brent’s knowing glance told her that he already knew all that, that he knew exactly what was hiding within her heart. For the first time, that notion didn’t scare her. If anything, it made her feel safer, allowing her to cuddle up to Brent’s side without a single worry pressing down on her mind. She was free. She was complete. She was safe.
Together, they slipped off into sleep, hands linked. They would never be separated, ever. They were a family now, hearts bound together as one. They would walk into their future, fearing nothing, ready for everything. Together.
THE END
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