Chapter 22

Bruin

Where the fuck had they stashed my bike? If someone had stolen it—ignoring the fact it was made from stolen parts in the first place—while I was stuck on this job, I was gonna be pissed. I'd already searched all around the gas station and the diner. The only place left was the woods behind the motel, and I'd been avoiding that since a deceptively kind waitress at the diner had told me it was perfectly safe. I'd stopped believing that bitch after she told me the apple pie was fresh out of the oven and it arrived stale as fuck.

You don't mess with a man's pie like that.

Creeping into the woods, I walked parallel to the motel, one line of trees deep. I doubted Lindsay would've gone in much farther alone. Just far enough so the bike wouldn't be immediately visible from the motel.

As I meandered between the trees, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Ah, fuck. I'd ignored the last three calls.

Let's get this over with.

"You know, Sandra's gonna get jealous if you keep calling me like this."

Kevin snarled into the phone, forcing me to hold it away from my ear. "How fucking long does it take to put a bullet in someone's head?"

I waited a moment to make sure he was done with his temper tantrum, before bringing the phone back to my ear. "Well, you know me. I thought I'd take my time. See the sights, absorb the history of the town and all that. There's some fascinating stuff here."

"Oh, yeah? Like some bitch's magic cunt?"

My moment of surprised silence was enough for him.

"Thought so." He chuckled, and the sound made my fist clench and fantasies about ramming it through his skull danced through my head. "Going soft, brother? Got some new loyalties?"

"Never," I growled through gritted teeth.

"Good. Now that's cleared up, lemme make this nice and easy for you. You deliver her body, or I'll come with the boys to collect it myself. And while I'm visiting Spells Hollow, I'll have my old Enforcer dealt with. See, he's always been sore he didn't get my patch and—"

"You done listening to yourself talk?" I snapped. "Fucking relax, Kev. I'll bring you the body on time, like I've always done."

"You better, or else I'll—"

I tapped my phone and immediately turned it off, ending the call before he could hit me with a well-rehearsed threat that would obviously leave me shaking in my boots. Idiot. I was the only reason he hadn't lost his position years ago, and he thought he could try to threaten me? Fucking cute.

It left me in an awkward position, though. He wanted Harlow dead, and I…

"I really thought you'd be more observant of someone following you."

Despite nearly shitting my heart outta my dick, I held onto my composure as I turned around to see Kylen leaning against a tree, arms folded across his chest. Fuck. How much had he heard?

"Aww, did you miss me?"

"Apparently not as much as your boss."

Double fuck.

"Kev?" I scoffed. "He's a pushover. Shoulda seen when Harlow took him out. She didn't even need to use her magic."

"So that's why he's using you to kill her?"

Goddamn it! I don't need this right now.

"Why don't we talk about something else?"

"No, I wanna know." He narrowed his eyes, pushing off the tree to square up against me. "Are you seriously still going to kill her, after everything you've seen here? After you fucked her ?"

"Ooh, someone's jealous. Was your little kiss not enough?" I grinned, leaning closer. His addictive pine and soil scent filled my nostrils as I whispered in his ear. "Want me to tell you how she screamed for me? How she felt around my dick when she came."

Kylen's back stiffened at my words, our chests brushing against each other as he shuddered out a breath.

"Or better question…" I mused, my voice low and seductive. "Why do you want me to try to kill her? Do you miss wrapping me up in vines like a present? They didn't exactly hide your attraction to me."

"Is that what you think?" he asked, turning his head to face me.

Our breath mingled between us as I stared through his glasses into bright blue eyes. I could even see a little yellow in them, right around the pupil. Fuck, he was so pretty. It wouldn't take any effort at all to close the gap between our mouths. His full, pink lips were practically begging me to kiss him.

"I think you followed me out here because you were hoping for something to happen." I snaked my arms around his hips, hooking my fingers into his belt loops to pull him closer. "Mm, feels like I was right."

His hard length pressed against my own, and his eyelashes fluttered in response to the sensation. Fucking beautiful . Unable to resist, I dragged my tongue along the curve of his jaw, gently tugging his earlobe between my teeth.

"Bruin." His gasp was music to my ears, and I needed to hear it again. Both of his hands cupped my jaw as he maneuvered me back in front of his face. "Are you sure about this?"

I nodded, practically drooling from my hunger for him. "Definitely."

Before I could check he was okay, too, he crushed his mouth to mine, immediately meeting my tongue in a battle for dominance that neither of us truly cared to win. The fight was far more fun.

Our push and pull of desperate kisses soon had me backed up against a tree. I ran my hands over the tight cheeks of Kylen's fucking stunning ass. His hips ground against my own, and I held him there, bucking up into the delicious friction between our bodies.

"Take off your shirt. Now," he ordered, pulling away enough to tug his own over his head.

Holy crap, who'd have thought the botanist would have abs?

Grinning at my luck, I threw off my shirt and reached out to run my hands over those muscles, but had my arms pulled up above my head. Were those…

"You were right earlier," he explained. "I really do miss the sight of you tied up and desperate."

Vines. Hello, old friends.

Kylen licked and sucked down the pulse in my neck as his vines securely pinned me against the tree. The bark dug into my back painfully, but the pleasure coming from my front far outweighed it.

"You better not be just teasing me." I chuckled, only half-joking.

His hands smoothed across my waistband, fingertips dipping below the clothing, and he whispered in my ear. "It's not a tease if you fully intend to go through with it."

Our lips met again as Kylen ran his hands back up my chest to rub and pinch at my nipples. I moaned into his mouth, desperately needing to get out of my pants before I ruined them. Unfortunately for me, Kylen only smirked against my lips, practically preening at the sounds escaping me, then reached around to grip my ass tight.

I'd never been this turned on by a man touching me like this. Usually, I was the one in control, leading the dance and taking what I needed from my partner. But with Kylen, I needed him to touch me however he desired. I wanted to be at his mercy. And fuck, I'd probably cum in my pants if he called me his good boy again.

"Huh, what's this?" Feeling a lump in my back pocket, he reached in and pulled out a small bottle of lube, raising one eyebrow. "And you said I was the one who came out here with expectations?"

I shrugged as much as I could with my arms pinned above me. "To be honest, I was also hoping Harlow would be up for anal at some point. Boy Scouts taught me to always be prepared."

"No way were you a boy scout."

"Sure was. You should see my rope skills." I grinned wider, and his vines tightened, pulling me up on my tiptoes.

"I think mine are better."

"No arguments here."

With another pinch to my nipple, Kylen licked and nibbled at the other while stroking over my abs, steadily moving down to my waistband. He quickly removed my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, dragging them down as he dropped to his knees and palmed the tent in my briefs. Looking up at me with wide, blue eyes, he slowly licked the thin fabric.

I groaned low in my throat, positive there were at least two wet spots on my briefs now. As he tugged my underwear down my thighs and freed my aching cock, he smirked and sucked the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it like it was the best treat he'd ever tasted. I closed my eyes, hips twitching, but he wouldn't take in any more of me. I craved more of his mouth's heat, but as I dangled from the tree, my toes only just touching the ground, I couldn't get the leverage to thrust between his lips. He had me completely at his mercy, and I loved it.

He pulled back and breathed over my length. "Want more?"

"Yes. Gods, yes."

"You're a witch. What's the magic word?"

I chuckled, probably closer to a desperate giggle. "Please, Kylen. Please suck me."

"Good boy."

In a total U-turn from his earlier movements, Kylen dove onto my cock, sucking me into the back of his throat until he gagged. The sudden pleasure knocked the breath out of me, and I wheezed, looking down to watch him bob his head on my length, gagging every time I hit his throat and pressing down on his own crotch with the heel of his hand.

Holy shit, he loves choking on my cock .

Summoning the scraps of my strength, I looped one leg over his shoulder and pulled him in so his nose pressed right against my pelvis. His throat constricted around me, and tears welled in his eyes, but he stayed there, staring up at me for long seconds before he tapped my thigh twice. I quickly let him up for air, mesmerized by the scarlet flush of his cheeks and the string of drool connecting his lips to the wet tip of my dick.

He smirked, wiping away the drool. "Brat."

"Eh, I've been called worse."

"I don't doubt it." He flicked the cap on the lube he stole from me and squirted his fingers.

"Y'know, I think my dick's already plenty wet with your spit if you wanna finish me off with a hand."

He grinned wickedly. Shit, I didn't know he could do that. He was supposed to be the good one.

"You're right, but I have a better idea." The vines twisted above me, spinning me until I faced the tree, then I felt a slick finger between my cheeks. "Tell me, has anyone ever had you here, Bruin?"

"Mm, fuck, you'd be the first."

His finger pressed against my hole, circling it as he leaned around my hip to lick the bead of precum from the head of my cock. As my hole twitched under his ministrations, he steadily eased his slick fingertip in and out of me. It was the most gentle tease of what was to come, and I felt sure he'd drive me mad if he kept going at this frustratingly slow pace.

Inch by inch, he slowly worked his finger inside until I was panting. I didn't hear him move, but the next thing I knew stood behind me, whispering in my ear like I'd done to him earlier. "You're so tight. Do you think you can handle another?"

"If you don't start fucking me in the next minute, I'm going to suffocate you on my dick the next time it's anywhere near your mouth."

In response, he added another finger and started stretching me for real. He kissed up and down my neck, soothing the burn as he mused, "Let's give it four minutes. I don't wanna hurt your virgin hole."

"Kylen—"

As I raised my voice to tell him what I really thought of him, he slapped his free hand over my mouth. "Shh, you don't want anyone hearing you, do you? We're only yards from the motel, and I don't think you want the others to literally catch you with your pants around your ankles."

He chuckled while he moved his fingers inside me, finally brushing over my prostate and making me see stars. I moaned into his hand, and he did it again.

"You're a noisy slut, aren't you?"

Removing his hands and his fingers, the heat of his body left my back, and I struggled to catch my breath. This man would be the death of me.

"Here. Open wide," he sang in a whisper, then stuffed black fabric into my mouth that smelled awfully familiar. My shirt, the bastard.

While I let out a string of muffled curses, the vines slowly lowered me to the ground, enough that I could bend my knees a little. But before I could enjoy my new range of movement, more plantlife snaked up my ankles, their strength spreading my legs and preventing further movement. Fucking wonderful.

Kylen's hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to feel his hot, slicked length grind along my crack. "Remember," he whispered, "You wanted to be impatient. This might pinch."

His cock brushed against my entrance again, only this time, the mushroom head started to push inside.

Holy fuck, that was more than a pinch.

I bore down on the intrusion, biting the shirt in my mouth as his cock slid into me a little farther with each thrust until finally his hips were flush with my ass.

Kylen whispered in my ear, "I'm all the way inside. That's my good boy. Are you ready?"

I nodded, preening at the pet name I'd absolutely deny later. But right now, I just needed him to pound me into next week.

Gripping my hips hard enough I thought they might bruise, Kylen started to fuck me in earnest. Despite his want for quiet in case we were heard, the smacking of our joining echoed in the forest, but neither of us could bring ourselves to care.

"You're taking me so well," he praised. "Oh, just look at your hole stretched around me, so fucking full of my cock. That's it. You're so good, baby."

His words went straight to my weeping dick, and I whimpered. Fuck, I'd never whimpered before in my life, but this man had an effect on me that defied science. It was pure magic.

He picked up the pace, slamming our hips together at a brutal pace, his cock hitting my prostate dead on every time. I couldn't even move enough to meet his thrusts. All I could do was let my eyes roll back, moan into my shirt, and take what he gave. And oh boy, was he a giver.

"Are you gonna cum? Look at you, I bet I don't even need to touch your cock. You'll cum just by bouncing on my dick, my needy little slut."

My inner muscles contracted, and my cock jerked violently, painting the tree with long spurts of my cum. Lucky for me, I was held in place by vines, or I would've fallen face-first onto my own release. Kylen's thrusts stuttered as he watched, then quickly followed me, groaning into my ear.

If I hadn't just come, that sound would've gotten me instantly hard.

We stood there for a few minutes, panting against each other, cum running down my leg, until I wiggled my shoulders a little. Still unable to speak, I moaned around my shirt again, hoping he'd take the hint.

"Huh? Oh yeah, shit, sorry."

The vines around my arms and ankles retracted, and Kylen helped me stand by myself for the first time in way too long. Once I pulled my shirt out of my mouth, I grabbed Kylen's face for a filthy kiss that was all tongue.

I grinned against his lips. "We're definitely doing that again."

We dressed quickly and wobbled back to the motel, satisfied grins plastered across our faces, only to bump into Harlow and Hendrix walking up from the Spells Hollow road. Ranto had briefly introduced him after the exploding ghost thing. Apparently, he was a cool guy, but I'd see about that.

"Oh, hey." Harlow waved, and my eyes narrowed on her other hand, linked with Hendrix's.

Welcome to the club, buddy.

"Where've you guys been?"

Kylen answered before I could get awkward. "Looking for the big guy's bike. I'm thinking we just get Lindsay to give it back."

"You think?"

He looked at me, a smile curling the corner of his mouth. "He's not going anywhere."

We headed into the motel only for Lindsay to immediately usher us away from Addie and Ranto. He gently closed the connecting door and turned to us.

"Sorry about that. She finally fell asleep, and I don't wanna wake her. And obviously Ranto is joining nap time." He looked us over, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Hm, you two seem extra close."

"We found some common ground." I grinned. "I think Harlow and the new guy did, too."

Lindsay whipped his head around to his bestie, completely forgetting about us. "Another one?"

Harlow shrugged, still not letting go of his hand. "What can I say? Stuff happened. He calls me his treasure."

"That's so sweet I'd gag if I still had the reflex."