One Month Later
The Nevada sun was high and hot, but I wore it anyway. Ever since I put on the jacket with PROPERTY OF BRASS sewn on its leather back a couple days ago, I felt totally naked without its smooth, comforting embrace on my skin.
I sat beneath a sunbeam at the massive casino hotel, looking down over the pool where Jackie spent the majority of the last two days when she wasn't with us. My little sis was definitely making the most of her Memorial Day – stretching out in the warm water, trying to catch a tan. Some gawky looking boy kept coming around, making her flush and giggle.
“Shit. Is that kid sniffing around the girl again?” I turned and saw Brass standing there with my afternoon coffee and a beer for himself.
“Oh, leave her alone,” I said with a smile. “She's having fun here. I'm sure she likes having somebody besides us for company.”
“Says the big sis who doesn't notice all the friends she's been having over lately.” Brass narrowed his eyes, still looking out the window. “Girlfriends are one thing. I'm keeping my eye on that fucking punk, though. She's too young to know a good man.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “I hope we have a daughter someday. You're going to make one hell of a dad.”
That got his attention. He stepped away from the huge window and pulled me up, tugging me into his arms. “Fuck, babe. Any kid you give me's gonna come out so perfect I'll have it easy. But right now, I'm too damned horny to worry about changing diapers or waving a shotgun in some scrappy boy's face when he comes by for prom.”
“Oh.” I looked down and noticed the lump in his pants. “Sounds like we'd better go take care of that. You never know when Jackie might get sick of her company and come knocking for another night on the Vegas strip.”
“Plenty of time for everything, Missy.” He leaned closer as we walked toward our room. “I'm gonna fuck you hard enough 'til we can get back to it around midnight. You're gonna feel it when you slip your heels on and hit the town tonight. I'm not ashamed to leave you sore.”
No, he wasn't. The instant we pushed into our room and he kicked the door shut, he ripped the coffee cup out of my hand and set it on the bathroom counter.
“Save that shit for later. You'll need a pick me up when we're through.”
Rough hands pushed me to the wall and he sank down, tasting my lips, kissing his way across my throat while he groped my breasts through my shirt. Jesus, the leather wrapped around me was really sweltering hot now.
I tried to push it off, but Brass grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “You lose everything but that. Leave it on, old lady. I wanna see my name on you when we fuck.”
“Brass!”
He tugged at my jeans, and then my panties. They came off fast and he allowed me to step out of them. Then he grabbed my legs, pushed them to the wall, keeping my thighs splayed apart for his face.
“Shit! That feels so good...”
And that was only the first lick. It was somewhere beyond amazing by the third or fourth time his tongue pushed into my wet *, lapping cream and readying me for the ecstasy he promised. I tensed, pivoting my fingernails on his scalp for support, the only thing that would keep me from toppling over while his tongue work quickened.
My heartbeat spiked with the rising pleasure. My knees started to shake around him, but he only tightened his grip, looking up at me with hungry eyes. His tongue smothered my clit and rolled, circular and delicious, its energy shooting straight to my very heavy head.
You'd better fucking come for me, babe, his eyes said. Keep fucking my tongue. Don't stop 'til you squirt. Have you forgotten who whose * this is?
I heard the answer throttling in my head just as I squeaked out one last breath, before the fire overwhelmed me.
Mine.
He burned the word into my flesh, wild and wicked as the first time he said it, everything I'd ever be for the rest of my life. My muscles convulsed. I pinched my fingers tighter through his hair and screamed.
My ass climbed the wall several inches before rocking into his insatiable mouth again. Bucking, grinding, fucking the man I'd given myself to, loving his sweet control. It was total, overpowering, and sweet, even when he had his face between my legs.
Hot breaths and the cool rush of air where he'd been woke me out of my stupor. I looked down and saw him wiping his mouth, then he stood and began to loosen his belt.
“Get your pretty ass over to the bed.”
I nodded, trying to shake the orgasmic tickle out of my legs as I went. The room was a total luxury with padded beds, decorated like a palace. So was the adjoining one we had for Jackie. I almost felt guilty laying down on the big bed, naked and exposed. It was a far cry from the dirtier, duller places we'd always fucked before.