Page 35 of Coach’s Son (Twin Cities #2)

“Bitch, fuck off.” Drew snaps, storming out like a swirling tornado. His mullet’s a mess, wearing shredded jeans. Eyes are fuming with fervor. “Austin!”

“Where are you! I need to speak with you.”

Fuck me, literally. Or give me some peanut butter. I’d rather take the bullet than live through this mess of reality.

I stand up, my pulse pounding in my skull. The eyes of the crowd converge on me. “Drew, let’s take this inside,” I say softly with fabricated ease, as I stroll towards him.

“No!” he booms, his voice like thunder. “I want every cunt out here to see this. Especially my wanker twin!”

The crowd gasps, a few stunned laughs break through the silence.

As I step closer to him, just feet away, I pick up the unmistakable smell of vodka. “Drew have you been drinking?”

“Oi!” he slurs, arms flailing in a wild tizzy.

“What if I have… I can’t stop thinking about you, Austin.

No matter what I do to try and turn of my bloody noggin—it won’t shut off.

You have to be mine, Lover Boy. I won’t take no for an answer.

You have my brand, my tattoo carved into your skin. No one else can have you!”

Charlie bursts in between us. “Drew, get the fuck out of here. You are making a bloody fool of yourself.”

“Oh. So what if I am?” His lips form a feral grin. “At least I got the balls to back it up. Why don’t you run back to your little flat and hide it out like you usually do when there's a wad of disagreement, baby brother.” Drew snarls, hitting a puff of his vape to blow in Charlie’s face.

“I’m not backing down you narcissistic bully.” Charlie growls, his accent flaring up.

“That’s a first…” Drew sneers. “You were always too afraid to stand up to Father.”

Charlie takes a deep breath, his composure waning. “Drew that was over twenty bloody years ago. I’m sorry… but that doesn’t give you a pass to poison the world with your vitriol. And here, interrupting a goddamn wedding? Get a bloody grip.”

“I’m never going to forget your cowardice baby brother—”

“Drew please, this is not the place,” I beg, my voice cracking like a skipping stone across the surface of the water. My hands trembling at my sides.

“Then when Lover Boy? When will you be mine and only mine…” his voice desperate and forlorn.

I take a long breath, the seconds stretching to what seems like years before spitting the word out. “Never.”

His face goes blank, the snarl giving way to bewildered shock. His eyes becoming void of all consciousness, flames withering to ashes.

“I don’t love you Drew. I just loved the idea of you.

The sexy and dark version of the man I truly love.

Your brother is the guy you wish you could be, but you’re too mangled and fucked-up from the scars of the past. You’ve deceived yourself.

You think you deserve everything in this world, but you don’t. You don’t own me.”

“You… you don’t mean that…” Drew stumbles, swaying back and forth to catch his balance, almost crashing into a guest’s lap. The vigor and vitality hastily draining from his core.

“I do.” I manage with conviction as every muscle fiber is trembling. “I mean every fucking syllable.”

His eyes stay on the grass as the police arrive and swarm in around him. Sirens blaring from the front of the house.

For once his lips are frozen. Speechless. A first for the viper. Poisoned at his own game.

“Everyone stay still. No one move,” the officers bark, their hands floating above their holsters.

Drew doesn’t fight. Doesn’t bicker or growl at the policemen. He goes limp like a deflated balloon as they read him his rights and cuff him, his black hair covering his face, as they drag him through the house.

How long would they lock him away until he comes back… I know he won’t leave me to be at peace. Obsession doesn’t work like that.

His venom would come back with a vengeance. I can hear the hissing already. A volley of furious snakes ready to feast on my eyeballs.

What would they get him for? Drunk and disorderly? That would keep him locked up for a day or two before his lawyers get him out. With his salary, he could afford the best ones in the Midwest.

The thoughts spiral in my brain until I look over to Charlie. His gaze is focused on the house, ears perked up waiting for the officers to slam their doors shut.

Maybe Charlie would protect me—shield me from his brother’s fixation. He didn’t back down today. Maybe he could actually hold off his brother. His fists were clenched, ready to throw the first punch. Ready to put his life on the line for me…

Martha’s nervous chuckles take over the tension in the air. “Sorry for the interruption folks, but now the wedding will continue as planned!”

Of course they will…

After that dreadful start to the ceremony, the wedding went on without a hitch. I was forced to witness my father kiss Jackson on the lips. And let me tell you—it wasn’t easy to hold back the vomit that threatened to erupt from my stomach like Mt. St. Helens.

It should be codified into Minnesota state law that no one is allowed to watch their former best friend share lips with their father.

A grotesque memory seared into my brain for the rest of eternity…

“Thank you for being there today. Thank you for standing up to your brother.” I murmur into Charlie’s lips as we stumble into his apartment.

“Of course baby. You know your Captain would do anything for you,” he grumbles back, pushing me against the countertop.

For the first time in ages I turn off my mind, blocking the dark residue of Drew.

I don’t allow myself to think, only feel the delicate sensation as Charlie ruthlessly rips off my pants, my jacket, my shirt, and finally my underwear. Each piece of fabric landing on the kitchen floor.

“Captain’s been starving…” he groans, as he buries his mouth in my crease, my legs clamping around his shoulders.

My cock throbs, aching to burst it’s milky contents from the first swipe of his angelic tongue. I arch my back, fingers clinging to the edges of the granite island. Bliss quickly replacing the pounding adrenaline that has been surging through me.

Every memory of today dissolves under the sharp ecstasy of his mouth.

I moan, high and choppy, as my hole gapes and flutters for his tongue. It’s desperate to allow him to penetrate as far as he can with his heavenly muscle. To push deeper and stretch me open as he’s supposed to.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I squeal as he launches further, his breath becoming ragged.

I can hear the hunger mounting in his mouth, guttural growls as he devours my sacred pink flesh. The growls turn frenzied, a look of rabid lust reflecting across his pupils as I look down to meet his orbits.

“You ready to be stuffed, properly?” he snarls, my cock twitching at the question, shooting a spurt of pre-cum.

I nod frantically as he lines up, keeping my feet pinned on his shoulders, leaving me spread wide and helpless beneath him. My whole body trembles in anticipation, I can’t wait, I need it, I need him.

“Please go in…” I beg, my voice cracking from the lust overwhelming me.

His girth pushes inside, hefty and on a mission, stretching my flesh as it forces a channel to meet his demanding size. The bitter sting rapidly transforms to euphoric rapture. “Satisfied?”

I lick my lips in response, aching for another taste of his saliva, but it begs the question. Will I ever be satisfied?

But right now, in this moment, with his cock splitting me open—hell yes I am.

“Yes Captain!” I mewl, while he buries his prick further inside, displacing my insides to his hankering. “Use me like you hate me.”

His response is nothing shy of barbaric, hips slamming into my pelvis with bruising intent, thrusts further and harder. A slap pierces the air as our bodies collide between the feral snarls that escape his lips.

My fingers scrabble to grip the edge of the counter as he has his way with me. My body quakes with each demanding jab, pouty moans pouring from my mouth on repeat. Beads of pearls coating my stomach.

He leans in close, holding my body tightly in place, his fuzzy chest rubbing into me with every delightful slam of his hips. I can’t wriggle an inch, even if I wanted to.

Christ, I want to stay like this for the rest of my life. Pinned down in place with a cock buried in my guts.

Paradise.

Like I'm a Pina Colada waiting for its splash of coconut cream.

His breath scorches the shell of my ear, letting me hear every low vibration from his voice box tingle down my vertebrae.

One arm is snaked around my waist, while he shoves the other down my throat to choke out my whimpers that are turned to sloppy gagged moans. I suck his fingers and his hand the best I can. I fucking love it, every violent thrust, having my mouth and bottom stuffed simultaneously. I’m so cl—"

“Captain’s boy, aren’t you. You want to be creamed like the bloody cum slut that you really are?” he purrs to my core.

My cock bursts its load onto my tummy, filling the space of my navel. A sticky mess born of sweat and lust.

“Yes Captain. Please fill me.” I whimper, my hole fluttering around him.

“I’m 'bout to bloody—” Charlie bellows as I embrace his warm release, diligently accepting every drop of his milk.

I gasp out as the first gush pours inside, swamping me with that viscous steaming cream. My insides part to make room, shuddering around the sudden expansion. He drives infinitely deeper, holding in place and gushing again and again.

My body clenches around him, begging for more—desperate to satisfy and be satisfied.

“I love you so much,” he whispers hoarsely, soaking his cock inside, his sweat dripping onto me. His words penetrate my heart.

He has finally given me the antidote to unpoison my brain. At last freeing the stranglehold of his brother.

“I love you too, Charlie."

I mean every word the most I can, with every fiber of my soul. He’s the man to shield me. The one to stand between him and Drew. The sun to ward off the darkness.

Charlie pulls out, and I hop off the counter, trying to make sure none of his milk leaks to the ground.

“Love, I’m gonna head to the shower. I’ll see you in there,” he says with a kiss to my cheek.

His lips are tender and breath stealing with every touch, always tethering me to the present.

For a fleeting moment, I imagine their sensation every morning and night, keeping me warm and fortified from the shadows.

“I’ll be in shortly.” I smile and then notice my phone buzzing in my pants.

Who is trying to reach me now… I swear I can’t have a moment of peace. A sliver of tranquility to exist without interruption.

I swipe the screen, and my heart stutters as I read the text:

King: Don’t worry Lover Boy… I haven’t forgot about us. I’ll never forget about you. See you soon…

It’s supposed to be me and Charlie, forever and happy. I want to lock both of us in the apartment and never step foot outside again.

I shake my head. I've had enough. Enough of these games.

I’m going to savor our moments of happiness.

I’m not going to fall for Drew’s charisma and dark charm again. He can piss off with his obsession and tattoos. That man needs to find another bloke to torment.

If he dares to intervene with us again, I’ll share his shameful secret to the world. Let everyone know that Drew Evans isn’t the big bad wolf he roleplays as. That he’s just a broken shell of a man trying to project his insecurities onto those he deems as weak and helpless.

He would be utterly devastated if his shame hit the newspapers. A last resort of course, but if he presses my buttons again, I’ll have no choice but to use every weapon at my disposal.

I squeeze the phone, torn between running to Charlie to tell him or moving the message to the trash. I sigh and click delete and lock my phone.

“Are you coming love?” Charlie yells over the running of the water.

“Yes! Be right there.”

I know how to fight back. I’m not the innocent mouse that I used to be.

I’m done being prey.

The End