Page 26 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

Curiosity reared its head. I knew there had been some kind of fallout, hence her moving in with my sister, but she never told me what had actually happened.

“Huh?” He furrowed his brows, confused.

“I was a member. Not anymore.” Her body was taut as a bow.

“Oh, okay.” Knox shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Hang on. Yes! Now I remember,” recognition lit up his face, and he tapped his index finger against his temple. “You were the one David was dating for a while.”

I rose to my full height, feeling Sierra stiffen even more, if possible, and narrowed my eyes at Knox, who continued, completely oblivious. “You know, I think he’s here. Pretty sure I saw him not too long ago.”

Jax cleared his throat sharply, snapping Knox’s head around like a dog hearing a whistle. Knox’s confused gaze flicked to Sierra — and then back to Jax — as if he suddenly realized he’d stepped into a minefield.

Sierra’s tight-lipped expression told the whole story.

Heat flared in my chest at the thought of another man touching my Goddess.

Was he an ex, as in before we met? Was he the ex that she had been trying to get over? Or was this someone she had dated after we hooked up?

I flexed the fingers on my empty hand, which was loosely hanging at my side, repeatedly curling it into a fist and relaxing it again.

Jealousy bubbled beneath the surface, twisting my gut into tight knots, but I kept my face calm, a practiced smile plastered on. My muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Before anyone could say a word, I’d already made up my mind.

“We’re gonna go check on my sister real quick. See y’all in a bit.” With a nod in their direction, I was pulling Sierra along with me again, on the lookout for some quiet corner, or even better, an unoccupied room.

My abs were clenching and unclenching, trying to keep the rage, lust, and jealousy, which had combined into a fiery maelstrom in my insides, at bay.

“Dom, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Where are we going?” Sierra hissed at me.

I offered her another smirk, knowing if she looked closely paid enough attention, she would see my true feelings reflected in my eyes. Yanking open the next best door, the spacious closet, wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it would have to do.

“Dom,” she hissed again, as I all but hauled her through the door, shutting it with a little more force than necessary.

Pushing her against it, crowding her with my bigger, broader frame. She might have been tall for a woman, but to me, she was small and delicate — my very own little doll to throw around and do with as I pleased.

Cradling her jaw with one hand, my thumb stroking back and forth, the other trailed down the side of her body. Along the dip of her waist, to the curve of her hip, until my fingertips were grazing the soft skin of her thighs.

Toying with the hem of her skirt before allowing my fingers to creep under the fabric, I relished in the way her breathing immediately picked up.

Her body undoubtedly knew who it belonged to.

We were inevitable. Her mind just needed a little convincing.

“What do you think—”

I claimed her lips in a punishing kiss, trying to burn off some of that heat, to ease the intense emotions raging inside of me. All it took was my tongue sliding between her lips for that pesky resistance to melt away.

“Good girl,” I growled against her lips, my fingers finding their way between her legs.

Pushing her underwear to the side, my middle finger slipped between her drenched lips.

My other hand moved into her hair, tugging her head back a little to give me better access. Dipping the tip of my finger into her wet heat, I sucked on her tongue. She moaned into my mouth as I found her throbbing clit, and a surge of pride ran through me.

As I pulled away, her full lips now swollen and her eyes glossy, I smirked at her.

“Now tell me, Goddess. I’m curious. Was I supposed to be your rebound? Or did you try to get over me with whatever his fucking name was?”

I pinched her nipple through her top, enjoying the way they stood at attention for me. When she didn’t answer, I thrust my finger into her tight hole, curling it inward.

“Tell me. I wanna know.”

“Rebound,” she gasped.

“Lucky for you, that was the correct answer. If he’d touched you after me, I’d feel a strong urge to break his fingers. One by one.” I mused, my finger now alternating between pumping into her and stimulating the spot inside her that made her see stars.

Her eyes widened.

“I just told you I’ve used you as a rebound.” She panted, her voice all breathy, trying so hard not to moan.

“Adorable. Your subconscious already knows — considering you just used past tense. I was never just a rebound, so why would I care? The only thing I fucking care about is that you’re mine, and I’m gonna prove it to you.”

Her breathing picked up, and she bit her lip, desperately trying to hold on to the control. Curling my finger inside her again, I pressed my thumb on her clit, drawing small, tight circles around it.

“Out there, you can be in control. As long as you know who you belong to, I don’t give a fuck.

But in here? When it’s just you and me, it’s my turn, and you’re going to give me that control — willingly.

Every. Single. Time. Any memory of someone else’s hands on you?

I’m gonna fucking purge it from your mind. ”

My fingers picked up speed, and wet sounds filled the small room, accompanied by our ragged breaths.

“Y-you can’t … can’t just tell me what to do,” she forced out, her voice betraying how affected she really was. “This means nothing.”

“I’m sure you believe that,” I chuckled, having to stifle a groan, as my throbbing dick strained against my zipper, leaking pre-cum.

Doubling down on my efforts, I pumped into her pussy, her arousal dripping down my fingers. Licking and sucking a path down her neck, I circled her swollen clit, faster and faster.

Sierra tensed against me, her back arching ever so slightly. Finally, a breathy moan escaped her lips, as I pulled her head back by her hair, giving me even more access to her neck.

My beard had already left red marks on her delicate, smooth skin, and the sight made pure male satisfaction surge deep inside me.

“You’re getting close, Goddess. I can feel it. I can fucking smell it,” I breathed in her ear. “Go on, come all over my hand.”

Her answering glare lacked its usual edge, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes having glazed over with lust. Sierra never just surrendered, never gave in without a fight, and I fucking loved that about her. Her head fell back against the door with a thud, and I knew I had her.

Kicking my pace up the slightest fraction, I bit down on her neck. Her pussy clamped down on my hand, her fingers desperately trying to find purchase on my shoulders.

The slight sting of her nails digging into me made my balls draw up tight, a delicious twinge in my lower back setting in.

“Oh, fuck, Dom!”

The pride filling my chest at hearing her moan my name as she came, writhing on my hand, was intoxicating. I groaned against her heated skin, marred by my beard and teeth, as she rode out the waves of her climax.

Raising my head, I found Sierra studying me, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Meeting her gaze, I pulled my fingers out of her slick opening, licking the excess of her juices off, and watched her eyes widen in shock.

“You taste like fucking heaven.”

I claimed her lips in another kiss, giving her a taste of herself, before sliding her panties back in place and tugging the hem of her skirt down.

“This …” She was still breathing heavily. “This means—”

“Yeah, yeah, this means nothing.”

Her glare was back in place. “I’m fucking serious, Dom.”

With my hand still threaded in her hair, I grinned and pulled her close one last time.

“So am I, Darlin’. You’re mine. The sooner you get used to it, the better. Hope you’re still on birth control because next time, I’m coming in that juicy cunt.”

She scoffed in disbelief.

Turning her on the spot, my arm ended up draped across her shoulders once more as I pulled the door open. This time, Sierra didn’t try to break free from my grasp, which I interpreted as a positive development.

I ducked my head, my lips mere inches from her ear. “I’m gonna take that as a yes. Just so you know.”

Either she had accepted her fate — for now — or she was still caught up in her post-orgasmic haze. I was wearing her down, slowly breaking down her walls, piece by motherfucking piece.

She still looked perfect, of course, but there were subtle signs of our adventure. Her hair was a little mussed, her lips swollen, and her cheeks were still flushed so prettily.

My smile turned smug. I couldn’t help it. This was how it was supposed to be.

As we approached the living room again, I felt her stiffen next to me, almost imperceptibly.

“What’s wrong?” I peered down at her, noticing the way her jaw clenched, her face turning impassive.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. Something’s absolutely—”

“Sierra. Fancy bumping into you here.”

Tearing my gaze away from her, I eyed the dude who had so rudely cut me off, my distaste growing by the second. He was a frat boy incarnate, a walking fucking stereotype — polo-shirt, khaki shorts, and leather flip-flops included.

O individuality, where for art thou ?

The distaste seemed to be mutual, which satisfied me more than it probably should’ve. His eyes roamed over my tattoos, my jewelry, and finally drifted to Sierra.

Immediately, my hackles rose, wanting to force him to keep his fucking eyes off what’s mine.

Making sure an easy smile still graced my face, I began to trace small circles just below her collarbone, where my hand rested. His gaze snagged on the movement before flickering back to me.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m David, Vice President of Alpha Chi Theta.” Making sure he was meeting my gaze, he added, “Sierra and I used to date.” Then he held his hand out.

I almost snorted, my grin turning slightly predatory. If that was how he wanted to play it, fine.

Stretching out the hand that had been in Sierra’s pussy minutes before, I closed my palm and squeezed. Sierra’s head whipped around as she stared up at me in shock, my smile remaining firmly in place.

It shouldn’t have brought me this much joy to notice that his hand wasn’t nearly as big as mine.

Or the way he winced, even though I wasn’t even close to using my full strength. Or the fact that his smooth skin was unquestionable proof of a man shying away from hard, dirty work.

Fucking pretentious little pussy.

“Dom.” I nodded, offering no further information, and he didn’t seem to know how to handle me.

He flashed us a fake grin, his shit-brown eyes slightly narrowing. “You transfer here or something?”

Both Sierra and I snorted before she shook her head in amused disbelief. “Or something.”

His expression turned mocking. “Wouldn’t have thought she’d appeal to … well, someone like you.”

I raised an eyebrow, my expression still friendly, but rage was coiling in my insides, like a snake rearing its head to strike. Sierra stiffened again, any trace of happiness vanishing from her face.

Motherfucker.

“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you,” I drawled, pulling Sierra in front of me, my front plastered to her backside.

My still-throbbing cock pressed against her plump ass. I suddenly didn’t feel like wasting any more time on the conversation.

David scoffed, malice in his eyes. “You’ll get there too, man. Can’t imagine her holding your interest for long.”

I threw my head back, laughing out loud. He recoiled, his brows furrowed over widened eyes. Still laughing, I nudged Sierra past him but stopped when I was right next to him.

“Y’know, that’s precisely the reason why they don’t let normal people drive Formula 1 cars. Because they have no fucking clue how to drive something with that much horsepower under the hood.” I winked at him condescendingly. “If you catch my drift.”

Using the hand still covered in the remnants of my girls’ arousal, I slapped his cheek twice with my palm, leaving him dumbfounded.

“I can’t believe you just fucking did that,” Sierra whisper-yelled as we ventured further into the living room.

Yet somehow, this seemed to have softened her towards me the tiniest bit.

She actually graced me with a genuine smile, setting my insides ablaze. Warmth spread through my chest, settling deep inside of me like everlasting embers, solidifying everything I’d already known.

Sierra was mine, and I wouldn’t give up until I possessed every little piece of her, inside and out.

“I can’t believe you did that .” I joked, causing her to stop dead in her tracks and whirl around, ready to tear into me.

I barked out a laugh, throwing her off her stride.

She held her finger in the air as if she were about to jab it into my chest. I caught it, using it to pull her flush against my front before pressing a kiss to her forehead and peering into her pretty eyes.

“He didn’t deserve you. Fuck, neither do I,” I pursed my lips for a moment, taking a deep breath, “but I intend to get there some day. And that’s a promise, Darlin’.”

Her lips parted, her gaze unguarded for once, letting me catch a glimpse of the vulnerability and longing hidden deep in those blue depths.

“Dom, I—”

Ella popped up next to us, gripping my arm, her gaze flitting through the room frantically. “Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you. We need to go. Like, now .”

“What happened?” I asked, the same moment as Sierra asked, “Are you okay?”

Ella waved us off, her hand slashing through the air impatiently. “Yeah, yeah. Totally fine.”

Her voice sounded a little higher than usual, but otherwise she seemed completely normal. “I’m super sorry, but I want to go home. Can we please head out?”

“Fine by me.” Shrugging, I sent a questioning gaze toward Sierra, who nodded. “No need to apologize. Let’s go.”

But neither of us missed the way Ella’s gaze kept darting over her shoulder.

What the fuck had happened?