Vintage (Adrenaline Series Book 2) (3 page)

Merrick

After Madden's storming out, Knoxie went all motherly on me insisting she knows what I look like when I haven't had enough rest and scolded me to get enough before driving. Took my phone and everything. Thankfully I got it back with just enough time to tell Vinnie to call off everything tonight and warn Ben. Can you believe that? My girl, warned me for my family. For my friends. She wanted to protect me. Looks like she'll throw herself on the line for me as much as I will her. That's love right?

Holding out my fingers for Drew to place new fingerprints on them, I ask, “You don't think it's weird you keep extra fingerprints just hanging around?”

He rolls his eyes. “I don't keep them just hanging around.”

“What do you call having spares?”

“Being prepared,” the correction forces him to smirk. Carefully he covers the tips and says, “Tell me something baby bro. What's so special about this chick?”

Jovi's smiling face flashes in my mind. The vision of her wiping ice cream off her cute mocha colored nose has a grin growing on my face.

Hey it's better than my dick growing in my pants.

“You're fucking smiling?” Destin chimes in from across the room. “Really? Just being asked about her makes you fucking smile?”

“Pussy whipped.” Drew shakes his head. “Unbelievable. A pussy whipped McCoy.”

“Oh come on,” Daniel invades the conversation. Leaning against the island he declares, “It's not that far-fetched. Dad was pussy whipped.”

“Dad was pussy whipped,” Drew agrees as he puts on the last fingerprint. “Bad. There wasn't a fucking thing he wouldn't do for Mom. No limits.”

So that's where I get this shit from? Dad? We all have different memories of him. I have the least of all since he spent most of my childhood, that he was alive for, behind bars. I didn't ever get to see him with Mom, so they would all know better than me.

“I guess you got that McCoy gene,” Destin adds.

“Yeah, but you hit like a fucking girl,” Daniel teases. “Did you break a nail, Princess?”

“Oh fuck you.” I chortle. “You try hitting Hercules bare knuckled.”

My three brothers burst into laughter and it relieves some of the lingering tension in the room.

Triple D is a unit by choice. From looks to stance on issues. They're always on the same page like some sort of weird synced up computer. Swear that shit happened before birth. Triple D is identical. Same height. Weight. Eye colors. Haircut. Even the ink on their arms is identical at first glance. Each added subtle differences, which is funny because that's how they really are. Subtly different. Drew's got a cock piercing, McCoy in cursive on his left leg, and the lightest set of brown eyes of the three. Possesses the whole mini Madden big brother shit. Daniel, middle child, can't live life fast enough or wild enough. Has a tire that's on fire on his foot and an eyebrow ring. Destin, has no extra tattoos, but a tongue ring that he got specifically because Madden told him not too. Nerdiest of the three, but definitely the one I'm closest to. His eyes aren't even brown, but fucking toffee or something. Don't get it twisted though. They know how to make you think you're seeing triple from fake piercings, to eye contacts, to dressing identical. Destin's the reason Daniel passed high school.

Madden barges through the front door appearing for the first time since he left.

Oddly enough he's dressed for the job already.

The air goes rigid again, but Drew keeps his mind in the game. “Prints.”

He offers his large knuckles, that look slightly scuffed, but says nothing.

Once they're on, Drew hands us both ear wedges.

“Can I have mine grilled on bread text time?” I joke and he shakes his head.

“Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.” Drew puts his in.

“See you on the other side Triple D,” my promise causes all three to nod.

Destin drops his hands to the keyboards in front of him. “Safe drive.”

Drew states his signature line, “Safe ride.”

With my mask in hand, I move around my brother and out the front door. Half way down, Madden commands, “Stop.”

Bracing myself for the promise of an ass kicking after this job is finished, I lean against the wall and turn to face him.

The minute Madden stops on the same stair as me he lowers his voice, “Your head in the game?”

“Is yours?”

Shit. Have I not pissed him off enough? Why didn't you tell me to just fucking nod?

Very briefly Madden looks away. “Yeah.”

“Mine too.”

“Good.” He clears his throat and I prepare to keep moving when he grips my bicep tightly. “You hit someone like that you better knock them the fuck out. Especially me.”

Advice? A threat? Conflicted on which it is. You too?

“Tomorrow, you, Ben, and Triple D. We're goin' down to Ed's and going a few rounds in the ring.”

“Aw man,” Destin whines over the earpiece. “Do we have to?”

“Yeah. Unlike baby bro, we can throw a punch,” Drew argues.

“Fuck you. None of you can hit,” Knoxie butts into the conversation. “I can knock you all out. Madden you're an exception.”

“That's the real reason we call her Knox,” Madden adds on a smirk heading down the stairs beside me.

In unison Triple D groans again, “But-”

“No buts assholes. And focus,” he demands opening the door to see Knoxie leaned where she always is in her leather shorts and tank top.

In the winter she wears Madden's old leather jacket. Ben made fun of her for it once. He wasn't allowed to eat her cooking for a week. Nearly died of starvation. It was hilarious.

Knoxie raises her hand so the keys to the black Audi Rx8 are dangling from her fingers.

Ha. I have one to match now. Maybe I'll give it Jovi as a gift. Fuck. Can you imagine her trying to explain that one to her father?

Madden grabs the keys and pulls down her rising tank top on a displeased grunt.

That'll probably never fucking change huh? What do you mean I'm not much better with Jovi? I didn't—but I—You know what? Now's not the time for this debate.

“Ghost.” Knox looks around Madden. “Don't let 'em see you.” I wink and she continues, “Glove compartment has the location. You're bringing home a Christmas present.”

I don't typically do nervous, but bringing back drugs or money always makes me a little more uneasy than a Hot Tottie. To make it worse there's three levels of presents. Surprise, Birthday, and Christmas. Really should be labeled like jail sentences instead. 5, 10 and life.

Madden's jaw ticks, he groans, but doesn't say a word.

Knoxie says, “Triple D. On the ground.”

“Headed now,” Daniel informs.

Slowly I walk around to my side of the Audi, hand lightly touching the hood.

I'm a gentleman. You know this.

Sliding in I continue my warm greeting by caressing the dash, the wheel, the gear shift.  The leather feels surprisingly soft.

Remember that song?

My hands continue to vibe out the car as Madden climbs in beside me. After a long deep breath, he hands me the keys and I start her up. To my surprise she purrs much harder than expected. Louder. More powerful.

Not a stock job. Even sexier.

Madden buckles his seat belt. “What's the way of the McCoy?”

“Finish first on the road and last in bed,” I answer proudly before pulling down the mask.

That's never been more important than now...I swear if this goes as smooth as it should, I will definitely be finishing last in bed tonight with Jovi. I guarantee it.

Jovi

There's a shift beside me forcing my eyes to shoot open. Before I can even think about screaming a pair of lips drop on top of mine. The familiar feeling of them relaxes my body back into bed as Merrick's body slowly covers mine. His tongue sweetly loiters with mine, clearly having nowhere else it would rather be.

That makes two of us...wait. How the hell did he get in here?

With a gentle push of his shoulder so his face has to leave mine, I question, “How'd you get in here?”

Merrick smirks.

Ugh. Hate that look sometimes.

He moves his lips to my neck, right below my ear, and let's his tongue swivel languorously, drawing out light moans while my eyes start to shut.

“I...I...I asked you something...”

Merrick's hot breath mixes with the newly moistened flesh. “Did you?”

Before I have a chance to answer he returns to nibbling as his hands start to lift my baggy t-shirt.  Moaning into his touch that's now traveling along my stomach up towards my bra-less boobs, I shut my eyes again.

He's really good at distraction tactics. Hm...? Breaking and entering? Oh yeah!

“Merrick,” my voice tries to say it sharply. “How did you get in?”

“I used a key,” he whispers back, fingers now toying with my nipple while his knees nudge mine apart.

“How the hell did you get a key?”

My earlobe lands between his teeth. Merrick sucks for a moment before replying, “For a cop family you don't keep that spare key hidden very well.”

I try to wrack my brain for where we keep it, but fail miserably as his jean covered hard on brushes against the outside of my boy cut panties that are starting to become soaked.

Another moan leaps from me. I'm rewarded with a deep growl in my ear, “God, I've fucking missed you baby...”

“Yeah?” My hips lift themselves to grind against him. Desperate to feel him inside, my pussy clenches in anticipation of his cock's arrival. Slipping into an intoxicated state, it barely registers that he's removing my underwear.

This should be a terrible idea. We shouldn't have sex in my bed. In my house. I mean we may be home alone but chances are this is not going to be a hit and run. Hell, I don't want that. I want him to stay the night. I want him to stay with me. It's all I've wanted all day. Does that make me needy?

“So much,” he states over the sound of a belt buckle being undone. “All I wanted, all day, was to be right here.” A zipper falling echoes in my room. Merrick moves his mouth so it's hovering above mine. “Right now. With you.” When my mouth drops to agree, a loud gasp escapes instead as his dick slides inside me effortlessly.

Whimpering I grip his biceps.

His dick slides deeper causing my nails to cut into his skin. On a deep groan he pushes harder and declares, “Perfect baby. You're perfect for me.”

I lift my body anxious to feel more of him. Anxious to have his lips on mine. Anxious to have every piece of him fused with me. Our tongues find a hurried pace that our lower halves decide to join in on. My nails drag down his forearms, back up his biceps, and eventually his back looking for anything to anchor on to.

“Like paint to a paint brush baby,” he whispers between kisses. His hand grips my leg, nudging his cock deeper, pushing it against a spot that makes me whimper once more.

Unsure I can take the intensity of it all, I cry out louder, a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty. “Too...too much...”

Merrick's grip tightens as his face falls into the crook of my neck. “Mine baby. All mine...”

The building pressure ignites an urgency to rock my pussy against him, the levels of euphoria reaching altitudes so high I know just on the other side is heaven.

In satisfied tone he whispers in my ear, “Come for me baby. Paint me with you...”

An explosion so fierce comes from my pussy I'm not sure how the two of us are still in my bed. My muscles tighten around his dick so frantically, there's not a chance even if he wanted to pull out, that it would be possible. Passionately his name falls out of me again and again at the same he starts to fill me with warm bursts. His movements turn savage as he buries himself deeper in me, burning his name into another orgasm from me that rides the wave of his. 

Spent, the two of us lifelessly collapse. The sound of our breaths struggling to even out seems to fill the room in a beautiful way. It's clear we're both sated. 

Can you blame us?

“Sorry,” Merrick shyly apologizes. Lifting his head up so his eyes can meet mine he says, “I know I should've gone slower. Warmed you up. Took my time but...” His fingers push my sweaty hair behind my ear, “I couldn't help it baby. I missed you. All of you.”

With a soft smile I counter, “Is that why you broke into my house? Cause you couldn't handle being away from me any longer?”

“I didn't break in.”

“You so did.”

“I used a key.”

“Without permission. That's still breaking in and trespassing. It's a crime.”

“So's dating you.”

“You too.”

Now both wearing large smiles, we lightly chuckle before kissing softly. After a brief tongue tangling session, he slips all the way off of me. Standing beside my bed he says, “Noticed there were no cars in your driveway. Sent you a text for you to let me in, but clearly you were asleep.”

Ignoring what he said, I fearfully ask, “Are you leaving already?”

“I-”

“Did you just come here to screw me and go?”

“I-”

“Is this what it's gonna be like?”

Noticing the hurt look on my face, he leans over the edge of my bed and strokes my cheek. “No fucking way, baby. Just gotta drop my clothes. Not comfortable to sleep in.”

Relief floods my system as he pulls back away dropping his loose jeans to the ground. He strips off his shirt and crawls into bed next to me. A sharp tug on my sleep shirt sends the clear message he wants it gone. Complying, I slip it off and toss it to the side. Satisfied that we're both naked, Merrick pulls me into his arms, so my head rests on his chest.

The sound of his beating heart lulls my senses. Relaxed and grateful to be back in his arms I softly asked, “Why...why didn't you call me back all day?”

His fingers find mine, folding them together on his lower abs. “Business.”

“The whole day?”

“Most of it,” he answers. “Also, took a minor nap since this sexy little minx kept me up all last night. And here she is doing it again.”

I giggle. “Oh I'm keeping you up?”

On a yawn he says, “Yeah. You're the one who's talking.”

Playfully I nudge him. “You're the one who woke me up.”

“Details.”

“Facts.”

“Opinions.” As soon as I smile he whispers, “Thank you for the warning earlier. I know it wasn't easy for you betraying your father like that. It won't go forgotten.”

Is that what that was? Betrayal? Did I actually betray him warning them? By trying to save them? They're not bad people. They don't belong behind bars...I mean I get there are laws and rules, but there are exceptions as well. Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in the middle of war and unsure of which side I'm on?

When I don't say anything he pulls me in tighter. “I love you, Jovi.”

“I love you, too.”

And isn't that where all these problems stem from, love?