Always

Lightning Strike

Lightning Strike

Dallas

Driving away from Cora was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but also the most necessary. My head was f****d. I couldn’t get up and look at myself in the mirror and I was lashing out at the people who cared the most. I wouldn’t destroy her or our son like that and they deserve more. They need a whole man, not this broken down shell I’ve become. I let the road take me where it will, nothing in mind but putting distance between me and everything I’ve ever known. I’m lost and my anchor is standing in the club parking lot in another man’s arms. I turn my mind back to better times.

After I claimed Cora, all hell broke loose. Reaper didn’t want his Baby Girl with me. Not after he’d seen me run through bitches like a crack head on a binge. So, his stubborn ass wouldn’t agree to let me make s**t official. I had to tread real carefully with him being VP and a damn veteran. It became Rowan and Danny’s mission to win him over and that led to us growing much closer than any of us ever imagined.

Past

Leaning back against the wall, I watch Cora move her body. She’s like water. Her fluid movements on the dance floor has my d**k going hard. After all this time, she and Irish are two halves of the same coin, anticipating each other’s movements as they grind their bodies together in a sensual display that has me ready to take her to my room down the hall. It’s another party at the clubhouse to blow off steam while she and Irish are celebrating graduation. Rowan earned her Associates in business along with my little brother Danny and Cora got the whole shebang, a Bachelors in English. When I ask her what she’s going to do with it, she laughs and tells me freelance work and writing deep thoughts about our f****d up existence. Why anyone would want to read that gory s**t, I can’t say.

“Is it me or are they hot as f**k?” I ask turning to look at Danny whose gaze is transfixed on the display happening between them.

“Hot as f**k. Jesus Christ.” He hisses.

I laugh. “Agreed. I didn’t know Irish had moves like that.”

“I didn’t know Cora had balls like that.” Danny deadpans me. “She used to be on the shy side.

I snicker. “Yeah, I rubbed off on her.” I feel proud of the way she’s embracing her sexuality. Once I tapped into the sensuality just below the surface, she turned into the woman of my dreams. Always wet, ready and down to try just about anything once. It’s been over a year and I still can’t get enough of her.

“It’s evident.” Danny nods. “She’s happy, that’s all I care about.”

I nod too, knowing he meant it. He’d given me a lot of s**t over the years because I kept her at arm’s length. He couldn’t understand what I was trying to do. I wanted to give her time to live her life. She was too young to be saddled with a man like me. Physically, I’m only twenty-four, but the s**t I’ve lived has my brain and my responsibility level in the mid-thirty age range. My role in the MC is a hell of a lot different from my baby brother’s. I do the heavy lifting he’s rarely privy to.

Besides, Cora is beauty personified, light, love and everything right in this world. I don’t want to be responsible for dimming that. As a woman in Wesson and the youngest of the children, she’s been sheltered. I know that can’t last forever. So, I’m submerging her deeper into our world, one inch at a time.

Cora rubs her breasts up against Rowan’s. I see passion flare to life in Ro’s crystal blue orbs.

“Have those two ever experimented?” I ask. Images of them lip locking play in my mind.

“Not that I know of,” he answers.

“I think we should explore that.” I lick my lips.

He pauses. “You sure?”

I smile at my far less adventurous brother. “You don’t want to watch Rowan get her p***y eaten by my chocolate dime piece?”

He whistles. “f**k, when you put it that way.”

I chuckle. “We’re keeping it in the family. I wouldn’t do this s**t with anyone else, not with my Cora. You understand?”

“Same.” An agreement passes between us. There’ll be no blowback for our girls. We rise in tandem and make our way to the dance floor. I press up against Cora, enjoying the warm weight of her firm ass against my crotch. “You look so sexy out here with Irish.” I run my fingers over the side of her breast. “You enjoying yourself, Baby Girl?”

She tilts her head back. A riot of curls tumbles down. “Yes.”  

The spirals of her hair tickle my nose. I inhale her sweet floral scent. “Do you like the way her body feels pressed against yours?” I grip her hips and grind my c**k into her ass. “She’s so soft where I’m hard, isn’t she?”

Her eyes darken with lust. “Oh, yes,” she says. Her eyelids lower and her lips part. Her breathing comes in small puffs of air.

The way she looks has my d**k twitching. “You two are so close. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’d be like to kiss those pouty lips?” I kiss the side of her neck, massaging the flesh of her hips.

She arcs back against me. A whimper leaves her throat.

I glance at Rowan. Her porcelain skin is flushed. Her eyes are full of desire and her n*****s strain against the thin material of her tank top. “I think she wants it, Coey. Are you going to give it to her? Make her feel good the way you do me?”

“Irish?” she whispers.

“Yes, Baby Girl, I feel it too,” Ro answers as she wets her pale pink lips with her tongue.

Danny groans. The electricity flowing between the four of us is off the charts.

It’s so palpable I can almost taste it on my tongue.

“I think we should move this someplace more private,” Danny says.

“Mmm hmm,” Rowan hums. We move off the area in front of the bar designated as the dance floor and weave our way through the crowd to the hall. I cup Cora’s breasts, nibble on her ear lobe and blow gently. She shivers and I grin. “My room’s bigger,” I say.

“To his room, now,” Rowan growls.

Danny’s eyes go wide.

This is going to be a night I’ll never forget. I like sharing women, but I’ve never done it with anyone who mattered, or my brother. He and Irish had been an item before I could introduce him to all the things the world had to offer. “Listen to your old lady, Danny boy, she’s ready.”

We enter my room in the middle of the hall and I close it behind us, locking the door. I hang back, careful to let the ladies set the pace. This is their dance. We are merely their accompanying partners.

They approach each other slowly. Cora has her shy face on. Irish smiles as she trails her pale fingers down Cora’s arms. The contrast of dark and pale is beautiful. “Come here baby, let me taste those sweet lips of yours,” Irish whispers, brushing her lips across Cora’s. “I always wondered what it’d be like to be with another woman. We’re so soft, sensual and intuitive.”

Cora’s eyes are wide and dilated. “Yes,” she says.

“Should we start there, Baby Girl?” Irish whispers.

Cora nods. They move forward as one. The first kiss is tentative. A tender caress as their mouths slide together. Their heads tilt, mouths open and tongues begin to swirl.

My pants are about two sizes too small and my balls are aching.

Irish grabs a hand full of Cora’s hair and Cora moans. The air is heavy with lust and possibilities. Cora wraps her arms around Irish and they continue to deepen their kisses. They rub their breasts together. Turgid n*****s meet and they moan.

I groan, adjusting the swollen muscle in my pants. They’re coming to life right before our eyes. They pull apart breathing hard and Cora turns to look at me with a wealth of questions in her eyes.

I move over and take her lips, tasting the remnants of Irish’s flavored lip balm. “Do what makes you feel good, Baby Girl,” I whisper against her lips, kneading her lower back as I nuzzle her nose with mine. She mews like a cat, and I grin. “I know you want it. We want you to have it.”

“Why?” Cora asks.

“Because, I know it’s a fantasy you have and they’re the only ones I could ever handle sharing you with. You girls have always been ours. I glance up to see Danny nod. “See, baby, Danny agrees.” I turn our bodies to mirror and we watch each other.

“No blowback?” Irish whispers.

“Never,” Dan says, caressing her face with his fingers.

“We wouldn’t offer this up if we knew we couldn’t handle it,” I say.

“But, what if I like it?” Cora whispers.

The three of us moan and she ducks her head.

“Then we won’t be so lonely when they’re on runs,” Irish says. Her voice is husky and her eyes are full of desire.

This is going to happen.

“I think we have too many clothes on and too much thinking going on,” I say as I reach down and cup Cora’s ass. She purrs, and I grin. I know what my woman likes. I rub her firm globes and bend down to nip her neck. The sound of clothes hitting the floor fills the room. We prime our ladies and move over to the King size bed. Standing at the edge, I turn Cora to face Danny and Irish while I move my hands into her panties. “God, you’re soaking wet.”

Danny mirrors my movement. “So is Ro.”

Cora gasps. I ease two fingers inside her sheath. “This tight little p***y needs some TLC. Look at Irish. Watch her.”

“Watch Cora, baby,” Danny says to Ro. The girl's gazes meet and we build them up slowly, moving close enough for them to kiss. Their tongues dart out and tangle as they move on our fingers inside them. The scent of arousal fills the air.

“That’s it, ride my fingers. Squeeze them,” I urge.

Cora tightens her muscles. Her body is tense and her hips are pumping furiously.

I remove my fingers.

“No,” Cora whimpers.

I pepper kisses down her neck. “Tonight’s for you two. Look at her baby, she needs relief too. You should help her out.” I hear Danny whispering to Irish, but my attention is focused on the trembling woman in my arms. Cora’s hair is mussed. Her lips are swollen from kisses and her eyes are ablaze with passion.

Irish steps forward and cups Cora’s p***y. “I want to make you feel good, Co. Do you want that?”

“Yes.” Cora rotates her hips. “And I want to make you feel good.”

“So, let’s do it together, Baby Girl,” Irish urges.

“Okay.” Her voice is shaky, but her excitement is obvious.

They link hands and walk to the bed.

I glance up at Danny. He shrugs and follows behind them.

They sink to the middle of the bed and slowly undress each other, lost in their own world. Their bodies complement one another, Pale and dark, slender and curvy. f**k. There’s a soft reverence in their touch that brings a beauty to their love making. Irish’s pale fingers disappear into Cora’s p***y and I feel my d**k leak. Cora returns the favor. They find a steady rhythm. I’m panting like I’m running a marathon. Unable to hold back, I unbutton my pants and pull out my c**k. The relief sends blood rushing through my head as I grip the base. My eyes are glued to the beauties in the bed.

The slick sound of their fingers moving in and out of one another has my balls drawing up to my body. I match their pace with my strokes. They implode, convulsing as they come and I go along with them. The blissful expression on the girl's faces and the orgasm still marking my thighs as they shake, tells me we’ve opened a Pandora’s Box.

I know there’s no turning back.

Present

I brake at the red light and opt to hit the highway. My head is still too full to do anything more than function. I need to be further away. The light turns green, and I roar through the intersection and veer off to the left. We all have our breaking point. I understand that—I just never imagined mine would come so soon.