Tyde hadn’t been that good in bed. He was controlling, and I liked that. His dick size, however, didn’t compare to Trev’s. In the beginning, when I started asking for more things during sex, Tyde liked it. But then he started getting angry.

  The slapping my face when I said anything during sex was the start of it.

  The slapping my face whenever I said anything anytime that he didn’t like was next. Then, when men looked at me, I’d pay for that in private. The face slapping soon turned into arm twisting. Slamming my head against the wall. Shoving me into things, then kicking me when I was down.

  The kicking was the last straw. I’d left him then.

  “You’re real quiet, Lollipop,” Trev said, sliding his hand over my thigh.

  “Sorry, I was hungry,” I replied, trying to smile.

  He brushed some hair off my shoulder, then kissed it. “You sure that’s it?”

  I nodded.

  “You finished?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  He turned my stool so I was facing him and slipped his fingers into my hair, then pulled me to him. Our mouths touched softly at first as he licked at my bottom lip. I ran my hands up his chest, then locked them around his neck. He tasted like berries and cream.

  “Mmm,” he said, pulling back, then pressing one more kiss on my lips. “You taste good.”

  “We both do. The berries and whipped topping might have something to do with that.”

  He looked amused. “No, you always taste fucking sweet. Like a lollipop.”

  I ran my fingers up his neck and into his hair. His eyes closed.

  “Can we fuck again?” I asked him.

  He laughed, opening his eyes. “You want more?”

  I nodded. “It’s your fault for being sexy.”

  The pleased gleam in his eyes made me feel warm in my chest. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing. The warm feeling. It seemed like dangerous territory.

  “Let’s go to the pool. I want to fuck you in there,” he said, standing up. “But I want you naked.” He took my hands and pulled me up, then ran his palms down my arms.

  “Or we could fuck right here on the bar,” I suggested, feeling impatient.

  “You want it that bad?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied honestly.

  He held my face in his hands again, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “I think my Lollipop might be a nympho.”

  I laughed, and the tender look in his eyes when he smiled at me made that warm feeling come back. I had to make that stop. This was just sex. Really good sex. Friends with benefits sex.

  “I think we’re gonna have to move from friends with benefits to steps with benefits,” he said softly.

  I couldn’t let him know I’d overheard.

  Choosing my words carefully, I replied, “I doubt it. Even if they do get engaged, they’ll have to plan the wedding. We would have it out of our systems by then.”

  His brows drew together in a frown. “Will we?”

  I wasn’t sure if I needed to answer that. It felt more like he was asking himself and not me. I stared up at him.

  “Bottoms off,” he ordered, letting me go.

  I hurried to slide them down my legs while he watched. When I kicked them out of the way and looked back up at him, he had his dick in his hand stroking it. I wanted to touch it, too, but I didn’t. I just watched him.

  “The way you look at my cock is really fucking good for my ego,” he drawled.

  I lifted my gaze to his. “It’s a great cock.”

  “What do you want, Lollipop?” he asked me. “Use your dirty mouth to tell me.”

  I licked my lips, and he chuckled.

  “As tempting as that is, I want inside of that pussy this time. You can suck it later.”

  “Sit on that chair,” I told him, pointing over to the plush white high-back chair over by the entrance to the sunroom.

  I walked over and pushed his shorts down to his ankles. He sat down, his cock standing straight up. I pulled my cover-up off, then untied my bikini top, dropping it to the floor. I went to straddle him, and his hands went to my waist as I sank down on him.

  “AH!” I winced as he stretched me. I was tender from all the sex, but it was the good kind of pain. It made me feel more.

  “Does it hurt?” Trev asked, brushing hair from my face.

  “Yes, but I like it.”

  “Tell me how it hurts.”

  “I’m sore from being stretched by your dick.”

  A pleased rumble vibrated in his chest.

  I lifted myself up and sank back down, then picked up the rhythm as I coated his length with my arousal, getting him slick. Once I was done, I began to bounce up and down. Each time I dropped down onto his cock, it hit that spot deep inside that felt so incredible.

  “Fuuuck, Lollipop,” he groaned. His hands went to my breasts, letting them jostle around in his palms with my movement.

  His heated gaze was on my tits in his hands.

  “Pinch my nipples,” I told him.

  He glanced up at me for a moment, then began to gently rub them between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Hard, Trev. Pinch them!”

  His clamp on them became intense, and I moaned.

  “YES!”

  “I fucking love your tits,” he growled. “Pretty pink nipples.”

  I cried out as I slammed down on his cock hard. “Bite them!”

  He looked up at me, then grabbed my waist, pulling me to him. His teeth teased one before putting enough pressure to make it feel amazing.

  “AH! It hurts. I want more.”

  His teeth bit down harder, and the exquisite peak rushed through me. Throwing my head back, I shouted Trev’s name. His arms wrapped around me, holding me to him as he thrust into me, burying himself deep, filling me so good that it hurt. My tight walls felt the pulses from his thick shaft as each spurt shot inside me. His body locked up, then jerked as he held on to me.

  “Fuck.”

  I listened to him gasp for air. His head dropped to my shoulder, and he inhaled deeply. I savored the connection. Having him stay inside me. When we were locked together like this, I felt something that my body craved. In that moment, I wasn’t scared. The worries I carried were gone.

  I didn’t want to move. If I could keep him like this forever, I would. That was my sickness though. Not his.

  “Do you need more?” he asked, pressing a kiss to my neck.

  I always needed more, but I was also afraid he’d end this too soon if I didn’t give him a break. “Do you?” I asked.

  He leaned back, and his beautiful gray eyes looked up at me. “We can’t break your pussy, right? Because you keep wanting it harder and you’re so tight.”

  A laugh caught in my throat, and he grinned.

  “Why don’t you try to break it?”

  He groaned and pulled my face to his for a kiss. “Don’t tempt me.”

  Nineteen

  Trev

  Ten times. I shook my head, grinning as I walked down toward the stables. Since I had opened my eyes this morning, I’d fucked Gypsi ten times. That wasn’t counting the two porn-worthy, Hall of Fame blow jobs she had given me. My dick had never been used so much in such a short time. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her and go down to the fucking cellars.

  Whoever this bastard was, we needed to get it handled. Gypsi had been getting in a bubble bath when I left. If I had stayed, we’d have fucked again. I could not sate that woman. She was so damn hungry for my cock that it was crazy. And the times she’d had me choke her, I had come even harder. I had seen fucking stars. Which meant I was some kind of twisted. I was a Hughes, so that made sense.

  When I got back, the only way she was getting off was with my tongue. She had to be sore, and I needed to take care of her. Besides, I wanted to taste her again. I liked having her sweetness on my tongue.

  “Jesus, Trev, get that look off your face,” Levi said as I walked down the concrete stairs to the underground of our property.

  “What look?”

  “The I’ve just had the best fuck of my life look,” he replied.

  I smirked. “Fuck is singular,” I replied. “That’s not the look I have.”

  He frowned a moment, then rolled his eyes when he realized what I was saying. “Come on, lover boy,” he snapped, turning down one of the tunnels that led back to the different rooms.

  I heard Gage’s voice before we got there. He was shouting.

  “This guy showed up during the daylight?” I asked, surprised he’d had the balls.

  “Yep. Dumb fucker.”

  “Six get him?”

  “No, Blaise did.”

  “He got past Six?”

  “Yeah, don’t mention it though. Six is in deep shit with Blaise. Mattia is at main security now.”

  We stepped into the room, and the guy—whose wrists were locked together, hanging from the ceiling—looked to be about my age. Several tattoos. Not what I’d been expecting.

  “You can talk, or I’ll put a bullet in your other knee,” Blaise drawled as he casually leaned against the wall, watching the man. He shifted his eyes to me. “Look who could stop fucking long enough to show up.”

  “Shut up,” I snarled.

  Blaise turned to look at the guy again, but the guy was glaring at me and solely at me.

  “Looks like our friend here doesn’t like you, little brother,” Blaise said, pushing off from the wall and walking over to study him closer.

  He tilted his head and got close to the guy, who finally tore his angry glare from me to look at Blaise.

  “What did Trev do to you?” he taunted him. “He never makes anyone mad. That’s my job. I’m the fucking bully.”

  The guy’s eyes swung back to me, and Blaise slapped the shit out of him. “I said, look at me, motherfucker.”

  Levi glanced over at me with a questioning look. I shrugged. I’d never seen the guy in my life.

  Blaise turned to look back at me too. His eyes narrowed as the wheels in his head were turning. He’d have this figured out long before Dad got back. He wouldn’t let it rest until he did.

  “Only thing Trev’s ever done to piss someone off is fuck their bitch,” Gage said with his cigarette in his mouth while he sat on a stool across the room, dangling his Glock between his legs.

  “He fuck your bitch?” Levi asked the guy.

  The guy’s teeth were clenched so tightly that he was going to break one.

  “Couldn’t have been recent,” Blaise said, circling the guy as he hung there. “Trev’s too busy fucking the hell out of Gypsi Parker. Can’t keep his goddamn dick out of her.”

  The guy growled and jerked at the chains holding him. His glare, full of hate, was leveled on me.

  Blaise froze, and I knew he was looking at me. I held the guy’s gaze as a sick knot formed in my stomach. A tightness in my chest made it hard to breathe.

  “I think he might know who Trev’s new fuck buddy is,” Gage drawled.

  I turned to Gage. “Don’t fucking call her that,” I warned.

  He shrugged, then nodded his head to the guy hanging. I looked back at him, and the guy was seething. This was about Gypsi.

  “Did you get his bike?” I asked.

  “Yep,” Levi replied. “Florida license plate.”

  “Get his wallet? Identification?” I asked.

  “Timothy Arnold Hall, twenty-two years old, one hundred seventy pounds, 45 Normand Street, Doral, Florida. Bike is registered to Henry Ray Hall, same address. Background check is being run,” Levi informed me.

  My hands fisted at my sides as I walked closer to him. “Who the fuck are you?” I demanded.

  This guy had no claim on Gypsi. Doral was near Miami. Had she met him when she lived there?

  “She’ll leave you,” he snarled at me. “She’ll get you addicted to her pussy, and then she’ll walk the fuck away!”

  My fist slammed into his face before I realized what I was even doing. Blood poured from his nose as he grunted. Needing to see more blood, I did it again and again. A hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me back.

  “Easy there, little brother. Let’s not kill him yet. We need answers.”

  He shook his head as blood covered the bottom part of his face and ran down his neck.

  “You came on my property. Where my family is. That’s fucking ballsy or just stupid. Do you know who I am?” Blaise asked him.

  “I don’t fucking care,” he said, then spit blood from his mouth.

  “Is that a yes or no?” Gage called out. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re ballsy or a dumbass.”

  The guy’s eyes swung back to me. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

  “Dumbass,” Gage muttered.

  Blaise shook his head and chuckled. “You never go on someone’s property without doing your research.”

  “Gypsi came here. I followed her.”

  Blaise scowled at him. “Yeah, I gathered that.”

  “I want to know about the fucking toy rings he’s got a bag full of,” Levi said.

  My blood ran cold as I turned to look at Levi. “What toy rings?” I asked him.

  “These,” Gage said, then tossed me a bag.

  Jerking it open, I looked down at the rings in the bag. They were all the same. Replicas of the one I’d found in Gypsi’s things when I went to move them from her room to mine. I saw it and picked it up, thinking it was real. The stone was huge, and I had a moment of jealousy. Thinking someone had given it to her. I’d smiled when I realized it was plastic and dropped it back into her bag.

  I lifted my eyes to find the guy glaring at me with a smirk on his blood-covered face.

  “She’s got one, doesn’t she? She kept it.”

  I dropped the bag to the ground and started toward him, rage pounding in my chest.

  Blaise stood in front of me, stopping me. “Not yet.”

  “Who the fuck are you to Gypsi?” I yelled.

  His blood-coated lips curled into a smile. “The man who took her virginity. The man she loves. I’m not someone she fucked because she needed it. Yeah, I know how she is. She can’t get enough. She’s got all kinds of fucked up kinks. She’s a damn sex addict, the freak. She would take it from whoever would give it to her, but I kept her in check. I reminded her who she belonged to. I fucked her first. I own that pussy.”

  Someone moved behind me and grabbed my arms while Blaise planted his hand against my chest.

  I fought against them as an angry roar ripped from my chest. “SHUT UP!”

  “Easy,” Blaise said.

  “You can have my Glock when we’re done,” Gage said near my ear. He was the one holding me back.

  Blaise turned his head to look at the guy. “It seems you’ve walked into a situation you won’t be walking out of. In your pointless quest to chase a woman who had left you, you managed to follow her onto our property. No one walks onto our property without permission and lives.”

  He spit more blood. “I have family. They’ll call the cops. Men you don’t want to fuck with will come looking for me.”

  Blaise’s evil chuckle filled the room. “That’s the beauty of doing your research.” He held out his hands. “Look around. Does this look like anything other than what we are using it for right now? Do you think you’re the first person we’ve brought down here and questioned? As for men I don’t want to fuck with, those men don’t want to fuck with me.”

  The guy glared at him, saying nothing.

  “We have the cops in our back pocket, along with the senator and the governor—in several different states. Even those cops back in Miami. Yeah, them too.”

  “What, are you the fucking Mafia?” he asked, spitting more blood.

  “Ding, ding, ding,” Levi replied.

  Blaise just kept his trademark evil smile on his face. “I don’t give a fuck who looks for you. They won’t ever know.”

  “You’re lying,” he said, sounding less confident.

  Gage’s laugh was twisted.

  “Let her see me. She loves me. She doesn’t want me dead,” he said.

  I pulled against Gage’s hold on me. Why the fuck it made me so furious to hear him claim Gypsi loved him I didn’t want to delve into, but it did. Jealousy, fury, and possessiveness were crashing together inside me, spiraling out of control. I didn’t like knowing he’d touched her. Been inside her. That he’d taken her virginity. I wanted to fucking tear his limbs from his body.

  Blaise looked back at me. “Gage, you take first shift. Levi, you take the next. Kye can come when he’s done with the shit he’s handling now. Trev, you go talk to Gypsi. Find out who this son of a bitch is to her, and I want to know about Miami. All of it.”

  He turned to Gage. “Walk him out first. I don’t trust him loose in here. He’ll break the idiot’s neck. Put a wire on him.”

  Gage nudged me toward the exit as he held on to my arms. “You won’t get shit out of her, walking in with your bruised fist covered in blood.”

  “I’ll wash it.”

  “Don’t scare her either. You gotta remain calm. You fucked her. You knew someone else had been their first. Take a deep breath. You’re making this personal. You can’t do that.”

  I glared back at him. “You burned down a fucking frat house once over a girl.”

  He grinned. “That wasn’t a girl. That was my woman. There’s a difference.”

  “Huck killed the people who hurt Trinity,” I told him.

  “And you’ll get to kill that fucker down there. But first, we need answers. You can get them from her faster than that fucking background check. Sounds like he might be involved in a gang. If that’s the case, the background check could be messed with. Just like Fawn’s and Gypsi’s were.”

  “How were Fawn and Gypsi’s messed with?” I asked feeling a tightness in my chest. I needed Gypsi to be exactly who I thought she was. Why wasn’t Dad concerned about this? Why hadn’t I known?