My phone chimes with the message I’ve been expecting. Caleb might tell me he doesn’t want anything to do with Ebony’s watch detail, but I’m more skilled with a computer than he is, and I’ve seen how many times he has logged into her tracking app. I made sure to switch off the connection that is linked to the base system on my phone before she came in here.
Where the FUCK are you? I’ve lost Ebs; the tracker is down.
All my brother’s pent-up anger is ruminating around his favourite word highlighted in all caps.
It’s okay I found her
I reply with a cocky smirk as I begin to loosen my belt one-handed. I’ve had some work done on my cock since the last time she saw it. Totally unrecognisable.
She shuffles around on her knees practically purring, her nipples peaked against her dress as her breathing quickens in anticipation.
So fucking responsive.
Found her where?
I don’t need to be able to hear my brother to know he’s royally pissed off. I would be if I were the one on the other end of the phone.
She looks up at me, those pleading doe eyes and fanning lashes against her cheeks making me want to haul her up and drive my cock into her relentlessly. But I hold steady and nod my approval at her silent question. I could always tell what our girl was thinking, her face so expressive and telling when her guard was down like this. Although Ebs waiting to take my cock in her mouth is a first for us both.
She unzips my trousers and pulls me free. My shoulders flex, and my cock gets harder if that’s even possible when a small gasp breaks from her pretty pert lips. Skimming her fingers down over the hard ridges and piercings—eight barbells in total—it’s as though she’s exploring some new undiscovered wild animal. With a firm grip, she grabs a hold at the base, squeezing me teasingly as she smirks up at me. I almost drop my phone at the connection as her tongue darts out to taste me.
That’s all for you, Dove.
The thought is both a show of love and a sign of ownership, and I push it away quickly. She deserves our wrath.
She needs to be played with, sure, but she also needs to be punished.
Cooper Xavier Knox, fucking answer me. Where is she?
Yep, he’s definitely pissed off. The fucker middle-named me via text message.
Currently, she’s rooting around in my jeans, but give me a second, I might have a more detailed location.
What the actual fuck? What is she saying?
He thinks she knows it’s me—my brother clearly has no faith in me at all.
‘Well, you do have your dick in her soft. Wet. Mouth,’my brain offers, punctuating each word to check I’m really paying attention to the scene unfolding. The rasping groan falls unbidden from my lips as she swirls her tongue across the tip. She jolts forward to take the entirety of my cock down her throat, completely bypassing any gag reflex as her eyes widen and her throat opens wider to let me in. Her nose brushes against my lower belly as she settles there for a moment, pulling back and repeating the move as I grab a handful of her hair into my free hand and fist it. Using her as I please and enjoying every fucking second of it.
Talk to me, Coop. What is she saying?
My brother repeats in frustration as a selection of emojiscomes through next. It doesn’t take a genius towork out that knife, angry face, and rope is a threat of some kind.
Not saying much, bro. Mouth kind of full. Got 2 go.
I barely type out the words, my body rocking to chase her mouth every time she pulls back and slips off for a glug of air. I know I must be hurting her with how hard I’m holding her hair that is now wrapped around my tattooed fist, but it only seems to spur her on to hollow out her cheeks and suck my cock like her life depends on it.
I turn the volume down on my phone to mute it and accept the video call that lights up my screen. Knowing he’ll be able to hear us, but we won’t be able to hear him. Angling it on the shelf, held steady with a stack of old books, I smile and greet my brother with two fingers pressed against my forehead in salute. He’s practically vibrating with fury as he catches sight of Ebony on her knees with my dick buried to the hilt in her mouth. Her hand inches down her torso but stops before she can reach the hem of her dress bunched around her waist.
“Touch yourself, darlin,” I order, and her shoulders appear to slump in relief—as though she were waiting for my permission. Fuck—the things I plan on doing to this woman.
My woman.
Our woman.
So intoxicated with the sloppy moans that leave her lips as she delves into her underwear and rides her fingers, I almost forget Caleb is with us.
“Who knewmywoman likes to be manhandled,” I saywith a brooding softness that lacks my usual grit as I glance over at my phone screen. She thinks I’m talking to her, the shudder barely noticeable, but the tip of her lips at the edges telling me she likes my claiming words. I tug on Ebony’s hair so my cock slides out of her mouth with a pop. Taking a moment to appreciate everything about her, I know calling her mine will enrage Caleb, but I do it anyway. She can’t see the screen from her vantage point, but I see as Caleb tears up his room, destroying everything as I tease him with the visual of her.
