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“The girl came with me,” I warn him over Jessie’s shoulder, and for a second it looks like he might be brave enough to try a swing at me.
“That’s not true,” Gracie tells him, then shakes her head at me as if I’ve gone crazy.
“What’s your problem, man?” Skinner asks.
“Thing is…” Gracie starts to answer for me. “He doesn’t want me, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either.” She crosses her legs and picks up her wine, taking a carefree sip while I struggle against Jessie… not knowing who I want to throttle first, her or the guy who is making no secret of the fact he wants in her panties.
“Chill, Brax,” Jessie warns, and it’s not long before Troj is pulling me back too. I manage to shove them both off and straighten myself out.
“So, is the girl claimed or not?” Skinner asks, looking confused.
“She’s off fucking limits,” Troj answers tactfully.
“Says who?” Gracie pipes up again, and I swear this bitch is out to start a fucking war.
“Says fucking me,” I point my thumb in to my chest. And Gracie gets up from the stool she’s perched on, weaving her way around Jessie to stand in front of me.
“And are you claiming me, Brax?” she taunts, in that bratty voice that drives me fucking crazy.
I have to take a few deep breaths to calm myself when she folds her arms and rolls her eyes impatiently. Doing this here, in front of my brothers, she really is leaving me with no choice.
I snatch at her hand and drag her barefoot outside, wiping the cocky smirk right off her face when I pull her around the side of the barn and slam her frontwards into the wood cladding. Then hitch her dress up over the curve of her ass.
“That what you want, Gracie?” I ask. “For me to claim you?”
“Where were you last night?” she asks, all the fucking confidence gone from her voice now she hasn’t got her audience.
“I had something to deal with.”
“Something or someone?” she snaps back, like it matters to her. But it shouldn’t matter. It can’t matter because this isn’t what we are.
I rip her panties apart in my hands and hear the satisfied moan she makes when I release my cock from the front of my suit pants, letting it rest between her ass cheeks.
“Why do you feel the need to punish me? Do you not think I suffer enough?” I spit between us, my saliva trickling between the crack of her ass and the tip of my cock.
“Brax, I just want—”
“What?” I interrupt, pressing myself against her tightly shut entrance. “What do you want from me? That shit that’s going on in there?” I slam the barn wall hard with my palm. “The fucking fairytale ending? ‘Cause I can’t give you that,” I tell her, my frustration and the need to be inside her forming a lethal combination.
“I never said I wanted that. I’d take what you could give me.” Her palms splay out against the barn wall, and I place mine on top of hers before pushing a little of myself inside her. She cries out, and not knowing if it’s out of pain or pleasure, I place my hands over hers and grip between her fingers.
“You want more, princess?” I whisper cruelly into her ear, knowing that she’s never taken a cock in her ass before.
“Yes,” her reply is a breathless whisper, and I slide another inch into her virgin tight hole. She’s so tight it’s almost painful, and I bite into her neck and suck at her skin as I slowly ensure her pretty little ass is full of me.
“You feel better now?” I’m surprised when she nods, her ass grinding needily into my hips.
I take her slowly to start with, my hand moving down her body to play with her clit while her ass stretches to fit my cock. She throws her head back against my shoulder, and I use my other hand to wrap around her throat as her pussy soaks my finger and her ass squeezes my cock.
When Gracie comes for me, it sounds like she’s in agony and I clench my fingers tighter around her throat when I feel my own release coming. I pump inside her, filling her ass with my cum, and letting the satisfaction of owning that part of her settle.
“Now you can get back into that party, and tell your new friend that you’re claimed!” I somehow manage to tear myself out of her, leaving her legs shaking and pressed against the wall.
When I storm back into the barn the party has died down, people have already left, including the bride and groom, and Jessie has a very drunk Maddy hauled over his shoulder, carrying her toward the door. The only ones left are Squealer, with some woman he’s obviously trying to talk back to his cabin, his brother, and Troj and Grimm who are blowing smoke rings together in the corner.
I reach over the bar and help myself to a bottle of Jack, unscrewing the lid and pouring it down my neck.
The longer I wait for her to come back to the party, the worse I feel. Guilt ain’t an emotion I’m all too familiar with and I hate the way it burns at my chest and feels heavy in my stomach. The Jack does fuck all to make it go away. So I do what I have to do, and I leave, heading back to my cabin.
