Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Copyright
- Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
- WARNING
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Thank You
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Stalk Me Links
My cock kicked hard in my jeans as the pain registered, and my teeth latched onto her earlobe. She screamed and kicked out as she struggled to free herself, but her thrashing lessened as my teeth tightened on the delicate skin. The maneuver reminded me of the twitch that our veterinarian would use on my father’s old horse. That old nag would kick you in the head whenever it was time to have his feet trimmed unless you twitched his nose. My teeth had just become Sunshine’s twitch.
“Ah, shit,” I yelled, releasing her ear as gravel and dirt landed in my face. Somehow Kirby had managed to get a handful and toss it up at me. I quickly tightened my hold and wrapped my legs around hers. She was delightfully thrashing and rubbing herself against my trapped cock. I let out a groan against the side of her neck.
“I like your spunk, Kirby. Fuck, it really turns me on.”
I gave the side of her neck a nip and then licked the blood from my nose off her pale skin. She became hysterical, but my grip was like two pythons slowly choking out the fight in their prey. Her left leg broke the hold I had with my own leg, and we ended up kicking at one another as I tried to subdue her again.
“Grab her legs,” I said to Abel.
“Do I have to? This is the best fucking entertainment I’ve had in a long time. I don’t even know who to put money on, but damn, my cock is getting hard watching this.” Abel laughed as I managed to find him and glare at him. “Alright, alright, hang onto her panties.”
Abel shimmied over, his feet dancing around our legs as they continued to flail.
“Oh, oh, we have a live one here! Where is my rod? I need to reel this fish in. Better yet, where is my damn cattle prod when I need it?” Abel’s rambling was normally annoying, but it was exceptionally so at this moment. “I can’t get a good grip, Captain. She’s a slippery wee buggar,” Abel said in a British accent.
I was really fucking tempted to let Kirby go so I could kick my brother’s ass and then chase her down again.
“Just get her to stop kicking,” I growled out through clenched teeth.
Her ass once more pushed hard into my sensitive cock. Pain sliced through me, and my cock was tempted to blow its load in my jeans.
“You’re always such a pill, man. No fun at all. Fine, you want her to stop kicking, you got it.”
Both Kirby and I yelled out as Abel landed crossbody over our waist and legs like he was doing a Superman dive.