Tug, page 12
part #10 of Cerberus MC Series
Pure joy and ecstatic energy swells in the room when they kiss for the first time as husband and wife. Delilah giggles as she pulls away as Lawson inches in closer for one more sip at her lips. Ruckus applause and cheers break out when they turn and face their guests with their hands clasped and wide smiles on each of their faces.
Jaxson and Rob held each other, both with tears running down their red faces when instead of walking directly back down the aisle, Lawson and Delilah stopped to hug each of them.
When they disappeared down the hallway, Emmalyn and Misty ushered everyone to the kitchen to eat. The overly large room fit all guests comfortably with room to spare since it was only close friends, family, and the Cerberus guys. I avoided looking in Kingston’s direction, and he must’ve explained things to Max because even though the man winked at me once, he kept his distance.
“Beautiful ceremony,” my dad says as he walks closer and places a buttered roll on top of my nearly empty plate.
“Yes,” I agree. “Delilah made for a gorgeous bride.”
“You’ll be even prettier when I walk you down the aisle.”
I roll my eyes at him. I know he’s only half-serious, about me getting married not about being gorgeous. I don’t have self-esteem issues that require frequent praise, but he’s grown used to the idea that I may never get married. At twenty-five, I told him I had no interest in traditional ties to a man, but he just reminded me that he didn’t find his true love until he was almost forty, so I still had time for my knight to show up.
“You want to sit with us?” Dad asks when I look over to see the table with the other bridesmaids full.
My eyes sweep over the room, and even though there’s a spot at Kingston’s table, I follow my dad to join my mother already sitting at the table.
“Weddings always make me sentimental,” Khloe says as I sit beside her. “Don’t they make you the same way?”
Dustin kisses the back of her hand, and when he gives her a seductive wink, I realize she wasn’t talking to me.
“They definitely have an effect on me,” he whispers before nipping at her throat.
She laughs, and my dad clears his throat.
“Sorry,” Dustin apologizes to me.
“For what?” I ask, pressing the issue. These people still see me as a child, and it grates on my nerves.
“Kid shouldn’t behave like that around you,” my dad mumbles.
“Shouldn’t act like he’s in love?” I counter.
“You know what I mean.”
“I know that Landon is the only child in this clubhouse other than baby Amelia, and he’s probably already back in his room playing video games,” I argue. “Stop treating me like a baby who doesn’t know what sex is or what foreplay looks like.”
“Jasmine,” my mom chastises.
“No,” I hiss, holding up my hand to silence her. “I’m thirty, Dad. I know what sex is. I have sex.”
His jaw tenses, and he refuses to pull his eyes from his plate on the table in front of him. Mom was the one responsible for the sex talk. Dad tried, but his only advice years ago was a long conversation about how boys are dogs and sex is just something I shouldn’t do until I’m thirty. Well, I’m there, and it seems he still has a problem with it.
“I like sex. So, no, Dustin doesn’t have to stop teasing his wife because you think it makes me uncomfortable. It doesn’t. I’m happy for them. You should be, too.”
“I’m happy for them,” he argues. “I just didn’t want—”
“You have to stop seeing a child when you look at me.”
His eyes find mine, and suddenly I feel like a complete jerk for having this little fit in front of my dad’s friends. It isn’t until Kincaid chuckles that I look down to see not only him but also Shadow, Misty, and Emmalyn watching me with a smile.
Before my dad can say anything else, I excuse myself from the table and walk out of the room. This is not the way I saw this day going. Never once have I considered speaking to my dad that way. It may not seem like a big deal, but for the most part, I always just went along with his expectations.
There’s only one situation I want to be in right now, and it surely isn’t looking in the bathroom mirror begging myself not to cry.
Chapter 20
Max
“Where do you think she went?” I ask Kingston as he leads us into his room.
“No clue.”
We both saw Jasmine having a heated conversation with her dad before she stormed out of the room. Unease settled around the Cerberus guys and one by one they all made their excuses and left the family and friends together to continue celebrating the newly married couple.
“Should we go look for her?”
“No,” Kingston answers.
“Then what should we do?”
He rakes his hands over the top of his head. “I don’t fucking know.”
I leave him to his pacing, opting to sit on his bed rather than waste my own energy. I learned so much during the meeting with Cerberus today, and I know even as I sit here idle, things are being done to bring my sister home. They have a good idea where she’s being kept but moving right this minute isn’t an option. As an agent, I understand that. Going in blind would be a suicide mission, and that doesn’t help anyone involved.
As a brother, I feel helpless and hopeless, just waiting for things to fall into place. Every minute Mia spends with those cartel assholes is another opportunity for them to hurt her. I can’t even think of the other options. Her not being there when Cerberus raids the Jiménez compound isn’t something I’ll consider.
Before I can open my mouth to offer other ways to release tension than pacing, a soft knock hits the bedroom door.
Kingston sighs heavily before walking across the room and opening the door. Jasmine stands on the other side, a small smile on her pretty lips. She’s just the distraction we both need.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Kingston hisses, and anger fills my blood when her face falls with the declaration.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I mutter as I stand from the bed and shove him out of the way.
Jasmine takes my hand the second I offer it to her.
“You’re just asking for trouble,” Kingston says as I close the door behind her. “Dominic and Kincaid will kill us both if they catch you in here.”
“They’re busy celebrating,” Jasmine reminds him.
I want to wrap my arms around her, sink my nose into the soft skin of her neck, but I’m not the one driving this situation. She is, and Jasmine seems just as happy to stand in the middle of the room in a dress that, although it looks amazing on her, would look even better in a puddle on the floor.
“What can I say,” she begins with her eyes on the grumpy man, “I’m a risk-taker.”
“Yet, it’s not your life you’re taking a risk with.”
“I’m a grown woman,” she argues. “My dad has no say over what I do.”
“Even when it’s with two men, under his brother’s roof?”
“Who said anything about two men?” Jasmine’s cheeks pink when she makes the declaration, but she turns to me, anyway.
Her arms wrap around my neck as she pulls me closer.
“You’re poking an angry bear,” I mutter against her lips.
“Do you want me to leave?” She doesn’t pull away when she asks. If anything, she steps a little closer.
The satin of her dress brushes my forearms, and I’m having second thoughts about wanting it on the floor. Up against my naked body while she undulates on me is sounding better by the second.
I fist the fabric at her ass and pull her against me, effectively removing every inch of distance between us.
“We started something back in my apartment earlier that I’d like to finish.”
Her words come out on a moan as my teeth nip at the valley of her neck. Her pulse pounds, and it only serves to escalate my own.
Agitated that he knows he’s going to end up joining in, Kingston continues to pace the length of his room.
“He’s going to wear a hole in the carpet if you don’t acknowledge him soon,” I tell her.
“He’s a grown man. I told him before that he has to take what he wants. I’m not going to treat him with kid gloves.”
“You also didn’t offer an invitation.”
“Are you complaining? Wouldn’t want me all to yourself?”
I contemplate that for a second. Jasmine is an amazing woman, everything most men could want, but I’m not most men.
“This doesn’t work without him.”
Her eyes search mine as if she’s looking for understanding. I’ll back away from her now if she doesn’t feel the same way. I like Jasmine, she’s amazing, but Kingston, no matter how much distance is between us, has always been the love of my life.
“You’re right,” she says, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “But he’s still going to have to come to me. I don’t chase after any man.”
“So, he needs to take it?”
“Exactly.”
We’re talking loud enough for him to hear, but not once have his steps faltered.
“Take,” I say again, and she nods her head.
Only now do his feet stutter on the carpet. My eyes find his over her shoulder, and I see the second he makes his decision. I don’t warn her, and even though I know it’s coming, my cock still jerks in my borrowed dress slacks when he grips the messy knot of hair at her nape.
“You want to be taken, Jasmine?”
A breathy whimper is her only response.
“Hike your dress up. I need to see what you’ve been hiding all evening under that silky fabric.”
My fingers itch to obey his command even though he isn’t talking to me.
She doesn’t hesitate, but the trembling in her hands complicate her ability to shift the fabric on the first try. I step back, watching with heated eyes as her legs are revealed. Next is the apex at her thighs. The lacy fabric of her panties has to be wet, but that’s something we’ll find out shortly. This is Kingston’s show, and I’m not one to interfere. We’re both benefiting from her little performance.
Without thought, my hand grips my thickness. I hate the layers that separate my skin from that of my cock, but all in due time.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
With her hands holding the fabric up around her waist, Kingston presses to her back. The biting clamp of his fingers on her throat makes my own breathing hitch. As if unable to speak, she merely nods her head. Mine mimics the action. Somehow, he’s speaking to both of us.
“You’re going to learn, pretty girl, that you don’t always get what you want.” Kingston’s words are a growl, and the sound makes me remember the way he used to approach me.
When we first took things a little further than longing glances, he’d get pissed. The bias and evil from his father had no other option but to bleed over into his own thoughts and actions. He was attracted to me. He knew that he needed things from me that weren’t what he would consider normal, and he hated himself for it. Aggression was how he managed to overcome that hate, and it spilled into more than one session we’d had as teens. Jasmine is topping from the bottom, and he doesn’t know how to handle that other than taking back his control.
Enjoying the show, I rush to tug my cock free from my pants.
“Is your pussy wet?”
“Dr-drenched,” she answers, and as if her words have magic, her scent blooms around the room, filling it with the humid dampness of desire and the promise of things to come.
“Well, guess what isn’t wet?” I’m all ears because this conversation is almost enough to send me over the edge. “Max’s cock isn’t wet. You need to remedy that for him.”
Before she can agree, Kingston is applying pressure on her shoulders and forcing her to her knees.
Force isn’t the right words because she doesn’t fall, rather one hand presses on her while the other guides her. He’s still in power, still playing both of us like a master puppeteer.
As if he’s pulled my own strings, I step closer, not wasting a second before pushing my dick past her painted pink lips. We both moan at the same time.
“Don’t drop your dress,” he warns as she releases the fabric to wrap her hands around my cock. When she holds me in her mouth, focusing on regathering the dress, I twitch with exhilaration. I’m wondering how long it will take me to get hard again if I come suddenly when he speaks again. “Keep still. You aren’t giving him your mouth; he’s taking it.”
“Jesus,” I hiss, but take his command as gospel.
My hips push forward, slowly at first before increasing the tempo.
“Is that how you’d fuck her cunt?” Kingston asks disapprovingly.
“God, yes.” It’s the truth. Not everything has to be a race to the finish line.
Pushing on my arm, Kingston shoves me away as he drops his own zipper and pulls his dick out. “She wants to be taken. So, you need to give the woman what she wants.”
He rams her mouth full of his cock, but her deep moans aren’t ones of discomfort. He’s giving her exactly what she wants.
“If she isn’t choking on it, she isn’t happy.” He thrusts several more times, and not once do her hands even move to push him away. “See how her thighs tremble? I bet her pussy is leaking down her legs. Cry for me, baby.”
We both watch as moisture pools on her lower lashes before running down her face in black streaks from her makeup.
“So fucking pretty,” Kingston purrs as he reaches down and smears the tears more.
Her face is a mess. Her lips ringed with lipstick as he plows in and out of her. She keeps her eyes pointed up at him as her moans around his dick speak of her own need, but I don’t reach for her. He hasn’t given us permission yet.
“You want me to come?” He sounds like he’s on edge already. “Not yet.”
He rips from her mouth, turning her head to take my own cock back down her throat.
“She doesn’t like gentle,” Kingston reminds me when I slide in on a slow glide.
I’m seconds away from arguing with him, reminding him that her mouth is on me, and I’ll take it how I see fit, but then I realize that this is about her and her needs, not mine.
My hands reach up, fisting both sides of her head as I flex my hips and slam back into her mouth. Where were the girls with no gag reflexes in the last decade? A man could fall in love with a woman able to swallow around the head of his cock and not choke.
“That’s it,” Kingston praises, one hand on my ass urging it forward with each thrust and the other cupping her cheek while I fuck into her mouth. “So pretty.”
“…is landing!” I hear from the hallway but ignore the intrusion, seconds away from coming.
“What the fuck?” Kingston asks as we hear it again.
But it’s too late. Her mouth is just too good. The door bursts open the second my cock jerks with release.
“What the hell is going on?!”
I’m a dead man, I realize when I see Dominic standing in the open doorway of Kingston’s bedroom. Even the sight of him doesn’t stop the train already moving. My cum shoots Jasmine on the cheek when she turns her head toward her father and again on her neck when she struggles to stand.
“Dad! Get out!” Jasmine screams, but Dominic stands there with fire in his eyes.
Chapter 21
Tug
“He’ll be fine,” Jasmine says, but the tremble in her voice betrays the lie.
Thankfully, Dominic pulled the door closed, but I can still feel his fury on the other side of the wall.
“He saw us both with our dicks out,” I remind her through gritted teeth. “A dad won’t ever be fine with walking in on that.”
“Do you think they’ll refuse to find Mia now?” These are the first words Max has spoken since we were busted in on.
At first, I want to punch him in the nose for being so fucking selfish, but when I give myself a second to calm down and put myself in his position, I know getting Mia back is the priority. God help me if I fucked this up for him by not being able to resist the goddess in a silky dress.
“He wouldn’t do that,” Jasmine says as she cups his jaw, forcing him to look down at her.
“It’s really hard to take you seriously right now,” he mutters.
“Because I’m a woman?” she snaps.
“Because you have cum drying on your face.”
He can’t take her seriously, and I just want to lick it off for her.
I smack the front of my forehead with my hand, but even after everything that’s happened and the possibility of facing a war outside this door, I still haven’t gotten to sink inside of her yet, and my balls are all too ready to remind me of that fact.
“Washroom,” I grunt and point across the room to the door beside the closet. “Get cleaned up. It’s on your shoulder and neck as well.”
“What do we do now?” Max asks, but I don’t have answers for him.
Until we face what we’ve done, I won’t be able to tell him a thing. Just the thought of stepping out of this room makes my hands shake with nerves.
“He won’t understand,” I mutter.
What I don’t say is that I may lose my job, and as many jobs as I could find with my skill set, Cerberus has become home to me. It’s not just about work. It’s the camaraderie and the brotherhood that embraced me the second I stepped foot on this land. Now, I’ve fucked it up because I was unable to keep my dick in my pants.
“Isn’t another Cerberus dude with Kincaid’s daughter?”
I whispered all the connections in the clubhouse to Max while we waited for the ceremony to start. He got a little tangled up on the fact that Delilah was technically marrying her stepbrother, but it seems he was paying attention to everything I said, classic Max, hanging on my every word.
“That’s a little different than two guys making your daughter choke on their dicks.” We both heard the commotion out in the hallway, but he walked into this room before either of us could put our dicks away. It was evident by our proximity exactly what was going on, and the fact that Max sprayed her with jizz while he watched was just one more nail in our coffins.
