“Careful,” I whisper, and she goes easy, washing over me with her tongue. “Oh fuck, yes.” I want this feeling to last forever. Baya gets the hang of it, and my dick feels as though it’s died and gone to some penile nirvana. I run my fingers through her dark hair and watch her steady motions as she rocks over me. It feels so fantastic that I’m about to lose it in record time. “Baya,” I whisper, trying to coax her to pull away before I destroy this version of sexual activity for her, too.
A set of footsteps scurry down the hall. Voices bloom, then yelling, but I can’t see straight because she’s got me right at that magical place I’ve waited to be at all damn week.
“Baya, stop.” I pull out just as the door explodes open, and Cole’s wild eyes stare back at me with my dick in the air—his sister’s lips ready to receive me.
Baya jumps up and screams, pushing her way past him.
Shit.
Cole thrashes me against the wall before I can pull up my pants.
“Youfuckinglittle asshole.” He thunders in my ear. Cole sends his fist flying into my face, and I feel a pop in my lower jaw. He yanks me by the T-shirt, pulling me in nose to nose. “You said you wouldn’t do that to my sister, man.” His voice comes out hoarse like he’s crying the words out. “And now you’re screwing her right fucking next to me!”
The front door slams, and, for a second, I think it’s Baya that’s taken off, but she appears in the doorway, and my heart breaks for her.
“Get the hell off.” I pull on my jeans with my boxers rolled in a knot at the base of my balls.
Cole stuffs his fist into my gut, and I double over trying to catch my breath.
“Stop!” Baya screams until it sounds like her lungs are going to launch across the room.
He knocks me to the floor, and his foot finds its way into my ass over and over while I cup my balls, trying to protect the things he’s really after.
“Cole!” Baya claws at him from behind, but he lands his knee on my back and starts delivering hearty blows to the side of my face, my neck.
Shit.
From the corner of my eye, I see Cole jerk back, and Baya flies across the room.
“That’s it.” I leap up and snatch him by the throat. I pin his sorry ass to the wall and clock him a good one, square in the mouth, before his knee comes up to greet the boys.
“Shit.” I drop to the floor, and he gives a power kick to my chest.
“Stay the hell away from my sister,” he roars.
Baya tries to make her way to comfort me, but he holds her back.
“You can forget about that asshole,” he seethes into her. “This is the last time you’ll be seeing him.”
“Go to hell, Cole!” She tries to break the stronghold he’s got on her. “Bryson!”
It takes all of my willpower to suck in a breath and stagger to my feet. The pain echoing in my balls is enough to land me into next week.
“Let go of me!” Baya screams, and a hard thump emits from the apartment next door.
Cole kicks me hard in the shin. “Get your stuff, and get the hell out,” he thunders.
“I’m not going anywhere, dude.”
He pulls Baya out of the room with him and slams the door behind them.
Fuck.
