Back Unhinged Cain
Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. 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.