Page 136 of Five Brothers

Fire courses through my stomach and thighs, and I release, spilling. “Fuck!” I shout.

Her pussy contracts around me as she rides out her orgasm, and I flex every muscle, burying myself as deep as I can as I finish.

Jesus.

I fucking hate condoms, but she’s so tight I can’t even tell.

She drops, hanging more limply from the cuffs. “God,” she whispers.

I smile, knowing she came. I can tell when they do. They’re like boa constrictors on the inside when they’re coming. I taught myself what to do to make sure they do every time.

Spots fill my vision, the cop car tilting around me, but I clear, seeing the windows all fogged up.

I kiss her back through her shirt, grabbing the handlebar and pulling her up to ease the weight.

I’m about to turn her over and get her back to sitting so I can check her wrists to make sure she’s not hurt, but before I can, the car door is whipping open.

“All right, go,” Chavez snaps at us. “Jesus, y’all are crazy. What the hell?”

I look up, and there’s an arm reaching inside the car and holding out a ring of keys to me. He has one pinched between his fingers.

I take it, uncuffing Krisjen and handing them back.

Krisjen scrambles to dress as I pull up my jeans, condom still on.

“You owe me,” the cop says. “Get her into a real bed, and you better not have gotten anything on my seat.”

I smile, both of us jumping out of the car as fast as we can.

Once outside, the officers take off, and she and I are left to walk back to the house, but she’s just standing there, looking at me.

And as if on cue, we both start laughing.

She buries her head in her hands, and I hook an arm around her neck, kissing her hair.

“It’s okay.”

She brings her hands away, blushing. I think we can trust those two cops in particular not to tell stories, but even if not, it was worth it. For me anyway.

It was fucking amazing.

We make our way back to the house, and he can kick me out again, but I’m taking my kid this time.

I open the door for her, holding it wide and letting her go in first.

I see the small end table in the living room still lying on its side, and I stop her when we’re in the foyer. Pulling her to me, I kiss her forehead, feeling like I’ve grown new muscles in just the last hour. My body feels like it weighs ten pounds instead of a hundred and eighty.

“Go to bed.” I look down into her eyes. “If you want it again, then get into mine.”

She flexes her jaw, but the sudden rise in her chest and excitement in her eyes tells me exactly where I’ll find her when I go upstairs.

I watch her walk up, smelling the smoke before I see him.

Turning right, I find Macon in the chair in the corner next to the window. I can barely see his eyes in the dark as he pinches a cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, bringing it to his lips.

He’s an inch taller than I am and his shoulders a lot wider, his time in the Marines sticking with him after all these years.

But I feel bigger than him now.