Error (Adrenaline Series Book 5) (9 page)

“But it's been...a long time since I've had a need for it.”

Curious I ask, “How long?”

“Um...” He scratches the back of his neck. “A little less than a year.”

In disbelief I lift my eyebrows. “But I thought-”

“I'm really good at keeping up appearances,” he confesses. “Besides, most of the reputation of being a McCoy does all the hard work for me.” Seeing the slight anguish in his eyes he pleads, “I hope um...that doesn't change your mind.”

With a sweet grin I shake my head. “Not at all. It's been longer for me.”

“How long?”

Dreading my own response I whisper, “A little over three years.”

Destin fights the urge to smile, the wheels in his head clearly turning.

Cockiness is cute
and
obnoxious.

“EA?”

“The pill,” I inform. “My step dad would kill me if I even thought about EA.”

“Works for me,” he says softly before grabbing my legs, yanking me to the edge of the bed. With a sly smirk he advises, “You're gonna wanna hold on.”

I grip the sheets with my hands as he positions my legs to be folded against my body. Passionately, but powerfully he pushes his cock inside, the immediate parting of my pussy painful enough to make me squirm in discomfort.

Destin releases a long deep exhale. “Relax, baby. I won't hurt you.”

Shutting my eyes I do my best to melt into my sheets, the gentle rocking of his dick, swiftly moving from pain to pleasure. A deep panting begins as my pussy grips his cock, coaxing it to move deeper. His hands grip my legs firmly. He pulls me closer. The start of what was a gentle stroke now slamming so vigorously, so precisely he elicits cries of his name as if I'm afraid he won't remember it if I don't continue to remind him. Thrust after thrust trembles through my body. I struggle to open my eyes, to stare into the ones that are giving me something I've never experienced before, but can't. Lost in the tumbling tasty turmoil, I let my body remain trapped at his ruthless demands for an orgasm to come out of me.

Barely audible I whisper, “Des...”

“Fuck,” he groans in return, fingers so tight I know it's going to bruise.

You should see the hickey he gave me earlier this week.

I beg, “Don't stop.”

“No fucking way,” he grumbles and pushes hard this time the bouncing action, forcing his cock to the hilt.

My hands ceaselessly claw at the sheets, desperate for stability, desperate for something to make the ecstasy stretch out longer than I know my pussy will allow. A defeated moan escapes just as my pussy begins to clamp down repeatedly on his dick. Waves of euphoria drown me while I verbally beg for more. On a low growl, Destin's body hunches forward, his own proof of pleasure overflowing the tight space. Our breaths continue to heave while fighting to keep every little scrap of air we can. Finally spent, he lowers my legs. His forehead hits mine.

When I open my eyes, he gives my bottom lip a lick. Sated he coos, “Hi...”

Dazed and delirious, I utter the only word back I'm now learning I need to. “Hi...”

Destin

I've been out of the sex game for a while. Quick question. Six times in one night....am I slacking? To be fair the final time was with the sun rising, but still, is that lower than I should be? Why is your jaw on the floor? Pick that up.

The feeling of a warm hand wrapped around my cock encourages my eyes to open. To my surprise, Azura is not only wide awake, but grinding her body against mine.

Groaning at the wake-up call, I prepare to pull her onto my lap when she shakes her head. “Not yet.”

I open my mouth to object but am hushed by her tongue anxious to find mine.

Okay, so seven won't be so bad for getting back on the horse I guess.

Her stroking increases in speed, her fingers working in an unpredictable pattern of squeezes of my shaft and soft tugs of my balls. Something about the combination has me growling, impatient to get inside her again. Running my fingers through her tangled hair I give it a small tug. She retaliates by tugging my nuts. Another low roar ripples out and I find myself ready to come already. My dick stiffens almost as a warning of what's pending. At that point Azura straddles me and lowers herself slowly, insuring she coats every inch of my cock.

A helpless feeling pins me to the bed, my arms flopping backwards. “God you're amazing....”

She giggles, lifts herself off, and repeats the action this time her hands bracing themselves on my arms. Trapped in paradise, I let my eyes roll back into my head as her pussy grinds on top of me. Slowly she rocks her hips, discovering the spots that cause her to moan louder than others. I make mental notes to explore them again later. Struggling to hold back the nut I can't wait to bust, I stifle my groans behind gritted teeth. Azura stumbles upon a rhythm that seems to suck the breath right out of her. All at once a mixture of moans and mumbles of my name topple off her tongue until she screams out, “Destin!”

Her pussy vibrates on my dick, ripping apart any restraint I had left. The two of us come in tandem, pulse feeding pulse. My hands strain. A bellow bursts from deep inside and bounces throughout the house.

Azura collapses on top of me. With a crooked smile I sigh, “Good morning to you too.”

Another giggle comes from her. She buries her face in my chest and wiggles her head back forth. When she finally looks up, there's a red shade I love more each time I see it. “I don't know what came over me....I've never done that before.”

“Climbed on top?”

“That either,” she mumbles.

Fist bump me for being lucky enough to be first for that shit.

“I meant just woke up a guy for sex.”

“You have my blessing to wake me up any time, day or night for anything.” She grins, so I add, “Especially sex.”

After she chuckles and playfully swats at me she states, “I am going to get us breakfast.”

“Alright. Let me get dressed.”

“No,” she coos. “
I'm
going to get us breakfast. You stay right here. In this bed. And wait for me naked.”

“I don't see anything wrong with this plan,” I laugh lightly. “But are you sure you don't want me to come with you?”

“Positive.” Azura strokes the side of my face with her finger. “I wanna get you breakfast in bed. Let me?”

What kind of jackass denies a woman that? Hey, hey it was her idea!

“This time. Next time I get you breakfast.”

“Deal.” A light peck lands on my lips. “I'll be back before you know it.”

Folding my arms behind my head, I watch as Azura covers up the gorgeous creation that is her body. If her caramel skin isn't enticing enough, the way her body curves from casual athletics, but constantly moving behind the bar is enough to drive any dude mad. Swirling my tongue around each and every spot is definitely high on my list of new favorite activities. Before she slips out of the room she gives me a small finger wave. The thought of grabbing my phone to do a bit of work runs out of my brain almost as soon as it runs in. Exhausted, I shut my eyes, the idea of catching a few more Zs before helping out in the shop today more tempting than anything else.

Well, almost more than anything else...

The feeling of my lap being straddled lifts my eyelids as well as a smile. However the sight on top of me shifts me from excited to panicked instantly.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Angela wiggles. “I think your cock knows.”

Willing my wake up wood down doesn't take much effort.

Apparently he doesn't like this surprise either.

“You look just like him,” she whispers softly.

“Get up.”

“I mean...just like him.”

“Triplets,” I remind her my hands moving to her hips to help her up. “Please get up.”

Her hands grip mine, the robe she's wearing parting to expose her tits that are not as magnificent as her sister's but still a decent pair. “Do you fuck just like him too?”

Is it wrong I wanna say better? I mean I don't actually know, but a guy can hope he is the best in his family right?

“Angela,” I state firmly. “Get up.”

In a soft sob she begs, “Please. I need this...”

“I-”

“I miss him.” Another sob comes from her. “I just wanna be with him one more time and say goodbye...”

Having a small inkling of what's that like I start, “I get that. I really do. But-”

A clashing of objects, shoots our attention to the doorway where Azura looks like I'm beginning to feel. Like the world is over before it even got started.

“Just let you be Destin?” She says slowly as Angela scampers off of me. “Mistake learned.”

“Azura-”

“Don't.” Her lifted hand clamps my mouth shut.  “Get your shit and get the hell out of my house
McCoy.
”

Angela tries, “Azura-”

“Out of my face,” she snaps at her sister.

Struggling with the tie to her robe she disappears.

She is officially the worst sister in the world.

Immediately I try again, “Azura-”

“Do not make me repeat myself.”

Frustrated, I hop out of bed, grab my clothes and slip them on as quick as possible. I twitch to say something else but that's when she turns and storms off. On my way out, I notice her grabbing the mop and broom, faint cries escaping her. Wanting to help, to fix this giant misunderstanding, I take a step in that direction.

When her eyes meet mine again, she sniffles. “Please, just go.”

I nod. With a deep sigh I run my fingers across my forehead impressed at the speed my life seems to be making a habit of turning from golden to shit.

Check the World Record. Pretty sure you'll see my face there.

After a long ride around the city filled with a pit stop for gas and a bagel since I didn't get anything in me for breakfast, I park my bike next to Drew's. There's a small tug in my chest knowing that's where Daniel's bike used to be. Should be. Is supposed to be. Another grunt escapes me as I drop my helmet on my seat.

Entering through the garage I'm surprised to see it vacant of everyone except Wrench. Confused I toss my head at him. “Where the hell is everyone?”

“Mandatory family lunch meeting upstairs.”

Immediately I pull out my phone to see the emergency texts from Madden to bring my ass home.

Great. This day is just gonna keep getting fucking worse.

“I was told to hold down the fort,” he says before having another bite of his sandwich.

“So you annihilating a turkey club is you doing that?”

Wrench sucks dressing off his fingers. “It's a BLT man.”

“That's what matters,” I mumble and head for the staircase that's connected.

Quickly I rush up and inside to see my brothers and Knox gathered in front of the television I am beginning to loathe since it's sole purpose now seems to be a way for The Devil to communicate.

“Right. On. Time,” he says, spotting me. “The man of the hour.”

I slide my keys into my pocket and approach the backside of the couch where I drop my hands. “The most wanted man in America.”

“Flattered.” He waves a hand at me. Seconds later he has a bite from a slice of watermelon. “You know...you McCoys don't seem to fucking get it.”

Drew who is sitting directly in front of me questions, “What's that?”

“Killing you off is simple.” The words tense Madden who is located on the other couch beside Knox. Her hand clamps down on his thigh to keep him in place. “It's not even fun anymore.” He sucks his teeth. “It was kind of fun in the beginning, now it's just sad...” On that note we all strain to stay still. “Problem is you're now becoming pests.”

“Our turn to be flattered,” Drew quips.

The Devil's eyes lock onto me. “At first it wasn't a big deal. So you closed a few bank accounts. Had a house taken here, a vacation home there. My plates tagged, ran, and followed. Warehouses shut down. Drug routes blocked. A man can live with that.”

I smirk widely.

Damn right I'm proud. You see how rattled he is?

“But then you took it too far. Fuck with my money, fuck with my drugs, but never fuck with a man's plane!” Enraged he points the rind of the slice at me. “Never fuck with a man's ability to tour the skies!” He chucks the fruit and lifts his eyebrows at his tantrum. “My helicopter! Then my plane! Too far Geeky McCoy! Too fucking far!” His voice rises. “You wanna fucking play? You wanna see who has the bigger set of balls? My move, right?”

Swallowing my nerves, I answer, “Yeah.”

“Good.” The Devil tosses his hands in the air. “Because it's a brilliant one. Who here has a girlfriend in WITSEC?” Dread drops to my stomach. “Well it's not Drew because his girlfriend is dead.”

The Devil thinks that and we are to keep it that way until he fucking is.

“You two aren't fucking, which is why she scowls like her vibrator probably does after a hard night and why you're just so....fucking...angry,” he whines and makes pout faces at them. “So that means....”

Immediately I try to push down harder at the horror that's hauling itself through my system. “You're lying.”

He bobs his head back and forth. “Am I?”

“I call bullshit.”

“Oh...” The Devil nods. “Just one second.” He makes a fake phone with his hand. “Hello Bullshit? Yes, you know me very well. Quick question, Destin's girlfriend Azura-” He abruptly stops his own voice. “Oh I need to call The Truth for confirmation? Of course. Duh.” Hanging up the pretend phone he mimics tossing it over his shoulder. “That's not enough to make you panic. This'll help. It's the BV MC who wants her.”

A small gasp comes from Knox as my jaw trembles.

The BV MC stands for the Barbaric Viking Motorcycle Club. They conduct business quite similar to Vikings. Instead of raping, it's rough sex, pillaging is in the form of drugs and territory snatching. They have some fucked up code where honor is at the top. Brutal is the name of their game and explanations are rarely needed or provided.

The Devil smiles brightly. “Did I fail to mention they're on their way to kill her? Right...now. Oopsy. Eh well. You fucked with something I love. I'm returning the gesture.” Terror floods my eyes and he winks at me. “Have a good day Geek McCoy.”