Koyn Page 9

  “Stop,” he growls, his hand gripping my wrist almost painfully.

  “Stop what?”

  “Whatever the fuck you were about to do.”

  His arm slides away just so he can glower at me. In the morning light, he seems extra grumpy.

  “Jack you off,” I taunt.

  He clenches his jaw. “I need a smoke.”

  Rolling away from me, he gives me a prime view of his muscular back and tight ass. For being an old guy, he’s fit as hell. Even Junior wasn’t cut like this. I don’t miss the semi he’s sporting in his boxers and stare unabashedly until he disappears from the room.

  Now that he’s gone, the bed feels cold again.

  Lonely.

  Whatever.

  I jump out of bed and stalk over to the shower to wash his manly scent off me.

  Fucker.

  “I’m bored.”

  Stormy sits back, recaps her mascara, and frowns. “What do you want to do?”

  “I don’t know,” I grumble. “Not this. Not while they have their closed door meetings and we do nothing.”

  “Want to watch a movie?”

  “Ugh, no. I want to…explore.”

  She shakes her head. “Not gonna happen.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’ll run away.”

  I roll my eyes and let out a huff. “I’ll die of boredom before I could ever even dream of leaving.”

  “We could go swimming,” she offers.

  “It’s November, dummy.”

  “The pool’s heated, asshole.”

  “Skinny-dipping?”

  “Hell no, PG. I’d get shot for allowing that to happen.”

  “For a biker bitch, you’re awfully conservative.”

  She flinches at my words but then laughs. “My bikinis sure as hell aren’t conservative.” She digs around in her drawer before producing two. “White for the innocent, virginal young bitch. And black for the queen.”

  I roll my eyes but accept the white swimsuit. She peels off her top and flashes her tits at me. Everything about Stormy is perfect. It makes me feel inadequate. Ignoring those self-loathing thoughts, I change into the white suit.

  “This is a bad idea,” she says and bites down on her bottom lip as she peruses her gaze up my body.

  “Why?”

  “Because you look like a snack, Hadley. There are like ten bikers in there who would probably like a bite.”

  “Not all ten,” I argue. “Koyn thinks he’s my daddy.”

  “I could tell by the ass whipping he gave you last night.” She walks into the bathroom and grabs two towels. “You kind of deserved that.”

  “Rude,” I scoff, but I know I did. I wanted to see how far I could push him.

  “Try not to taunt any of those dickheads, m’kay?”

  “Can’t make any promises.”

  It’s cold out today. Really cold. The steam from the pool clouds around us. Both Stormy and I are standing as deep as we can and still keeping our heads above water. It’s quiet aside from the wind whistling.

  The back door opens and several deep voices start chattering. I hear the flick of a lighter. Someone coughs. A laugh.

  Stormy opens her mouth, but I shush her with a hand over it.

  “…it’s an alias…”

  “…has to come from money…”

  “…Dallas…”

  I freeze, my eyes going wide, and my hand slides away, splashing the water.

  “Someone’s in the pool,” Payne growls, stalking around the side of the house.

  Behind him, Filter and Koyn come to stand. Koyn’s gaze is razor-sharp as his cheeks suck in, inhaling a drag from his cigarette.

  “Spying?” Koyn growls, his fury directed at Stormy.

  “Yeah,” I huff. “I was. She didn’t want to.”

  Stormy doesn’t deserve Koyn’s wrath.

  “Get out of the pool.” Koyn drops his cigarette to the concrete and stubs it out with his black boot.

  “Too cold.” I smile sweetly at him.

  Filter curses under his breath and Stormy glowers at me.

  At least Koyn’s not boring.

  “Get. Out. Of. The. Pool.”

  I swim to the deepest part, away from the sides, and unhook the back of my bikini top. “Nah, I’d rather stay here where it’s hot.”

  As soon as Koyn realizes I’m taking off my top, he loses his shit, pacing the side like a bull ready to charge. But I’m safe. I flash him a wicked grin before pulling the bikini top out of the water and slinging it at him. It makes a splash near the edge. What makes a bigger splash is him.

  I gape, stunned and treading water, as he dives in fully clothed.

  “Oh, shit!” I screech, turning and swimming toward the side.

  Several more voices join the fray and then there are splashes everywhere. Well, today got a lot less boring. I’ve nearly made it to the side when his strong arm wraps around me. His weight drags me beneath the surface and I claw, desperate for air. He pushes from the bottom and we resurface. I sputter and choke as he manhandles my body, crushing my bare chest to his fully clothed one.

  “Bad, bad girl,” he says, his voice deceptively calm.

  Rather than running from him, I cling to him, inhaling his scent on his wet neck. He rubs a circle with his fingertips on my back and kisses my head.

  Maybe I’m not in trouble after all.

  “You know I can’t let this slide.”

  I pull away just enough to look up at him. His hair flattened over his brows and hanging in his dark, violent eyes. Everywhere he touches me, I seem to be electrocuted.

  “I’m sorry,” I croak out.

  “Me too.”

  I remember last night when he said he doesn’t like to spank. So why the hell does he do it?

  “Please, Koyn,” I whisper, our lips almost touching. I could kiss him. Maybe convince him not to spank me.

  His eyes darken. “I have to get you out of here without flashing your tits to every goddamn person out here.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I have to protect you.”

  Giving up, I wrap my arms around his neck and do the same with my legs around his waist. With his hand gripping my ass, he swims us out of the deep end. He ignores the taunting and laughter of his guys as he climbs out of the pool. The chill of the air against my wet skin makes me shiver. I burrow against his warm body.

  “I’m cold,” I whine.

  “Me too.” His voice is harsh and gritty.

  He walks us inside and it gets impossibly colder. I tremble violently as I cling to him.

  “The couch,” I murmur as we pass it by.

  “I’m not whipping your half naked ass where Bermuda or Bizzy can wank off to it.”

  Koyn

  Anger boils my blood, heating my chilled flesh to inhuman degrees. It pisses me off that she took her fucking top off for anyone to see. She’s too unruly. Worse than Blaire ever was. I’m too pissed to spank her. I’d bruise her ass for sure. Right now, I need to focus on getting her warm. Her teeth have begun to chatter. I stalk through my massive house and up the stairs.

  When I make it to my bathroom and turn on the shower, she refuses to let go.

  “On your feet,” I grind out.

  She shakes her head. This fucking girl.

  “You’re freezing and you need to get warm.” I squeeze her ass in an affectionate way. “On your feet.”

  “I don’t want you to spank me.” She lifts her chin and frowns at me.

  “You pissed me off too much. If I spanked you, I’d hurt you. All I want is to warm you up.”

  She narrows her eyes in a suspicious way, but doesn’t move to stand. I’m going to have to peel this naked girl off me. Or shower with her.

  I kick off my boots and then walk into the hot shower. Her nervous laughter makes me fight a smile.

  “You should take off your clothes.” Her words are breathy and almost needy sounding.

  “No.”

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��Koyn…”

  “It’s not fucking cool if I get undressed in here with you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re a fucking kid.”

  “And you’re an asshole. Get naked already. It’s not like I didn’t see that monster cock tenting the blankets this morning.”

  I scowl at her. I’d been pissed when I woke up in bed with her. My dreams last night had been confusing. A memory rather. Me rushing to Blaire when she was little. She’d cried after a nightmare. Then, somehow, I was living my memory but with Hadley.

  “Koyn.” She lets go of my neck to slide down my body, her pussy rubbing right against my dick. To my horror, it hardens.

  Wickedness gleams in her eyes as she looks up at me. I drop my stare from her eyes to her smiling mouth to her perky tits.

  Fuck.

  My dick strains in my jeans. I grip her ass, glaring at her.

  “What in the hell are you doing?” I demand.

  “Feeling you.”

  I close my eyes and grit my teeth. “Stop.”

  “But you don’t want me to,” she taunts, working her body along my now achingly hard cock.

  She slides her legs down and then her hands are at my button of my jeans. Unsnapping and unzipping. I shake away my lust-filled daze, coming to terms with what’s happening.

  Fuck no.

  I seize her neck, pushing her against the tile wall. My leg presses between hers and I pin her with my body. “You think you can play me?”

  Her eyes widen. “W-What? No.”

  “Two days ago, you were in love with that piece of shit’s son. Now you’re ready to fuck me?”

  “I’m not—”

  “You’re rubbing on me like a cat in heat. Is that what you want? For me to dick you into submission? Will that make you fucking behave?”

  “You’re being an ass—”

  I grip her throat tighter, cutting her off mid-sentence, and lean in to her ear. “We’re not going to fuck. You’re not going to escape. What you are going to do is wash your body, put some fucking clothes on, and stay out of trouble.”

  Releasing her, I step back to sneer at her. My eyes, of their own accord, flit down to her tits and then down her smooth, taut stomach to her tiny scrap of her white bikini bottoms. This girl is trouble.

  Before I can leave, she swings at me, her palm cracking against my cheek. Anger explodes through me. I grab her by her hair, twist her around to face the wall, and then I yank down her bottoms, baring her ass to me.

  Smack!

  She cries out, her ass clenching after the first hit. I don’t relent and lay into her, spanking her over and over until my hand goes numb. Her choked sob has me jerking away from her, shaking away my daze. My dick is hard as fuck in my jeans and I fixate on her bright red ass. Tight, curvaceous, small.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  She turns just her head and looks at me. Sad and broken and ashamed. Goddammit.

  Blaire.

  Blaire.

  Not Blaire.

  “Hadley,” I grind out to remind myself this girl isn’t my daughter.

  Her face crumples as she bursts into tears. Everything in me screams to run away from her. And yet, I go right into the role of daddy.

  “Oh, honey, come here.”

  She throws herself into my arms, clinging to my soaked clothes. I kiss her hair and whisper apologies. I fucked up. I spanked her too hard. Too many times. And then I’d gotten aroused over it. I’m a fucking mess.

  I shut off the water and walk her out of the shower. Quickly I grab a large towel to wrap her up in. I kiss the top of her head before stripping out of my cut and shirt. Her eyes are lowered and tears continue to fall. Since she’s not looking, I peel off the rest of my clothes and stride naked into my bedroom. I throw on some sweats and grab a T-shirt for her. She’s still in the same spot I left her. Shivering and feeling sorry for herself.

  Tugging the towel away, I bare her to me so I can pull the shirt over her head. It falls all the way down to her knees. It makes her look so young. So helpless. Like she’s a little girl, I scoop her into my arms.

  My bed is huge.

  But no one has ever been in it but me.

  I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t fuck from time to time to release tension, but I don’t form any bonds or connections with the opposite sex. The pain from losing my wife is still raw as fuck. No one’s been in this bed.

  And yet I climb onto it, setting Hadley right in the middle. She seems so small. So lost. So fucking lonely. It makes me want to wrap myself around her and keep her safe. I know it’s fucked up. I know I’m projecting my daughter onto her, but for the life of me, I can’t bring it in me to care.

  “Let’s get you warm.” My voice is low and gravelly.

  She slides her long, slender legs under the covers and cuts her eyes my way. Gone is the taunting, sassy girl. This one is vulnerable and scared. I get beneath the blankets with her and tug them up over us.

  I pull her against my chest, toying with her hair. Neither of us speaks. She tangles her leg between mine. Holding her feels natural. It did that first night at Animal’s. And last night too. Right now, it soothes my battered soul.

  “Rest, baby girl.”

  I wake to thrashing.

  Crying and begging.

  “Daddy.”

  My heart races in my chest. I reach for her in the dark, brushing my fingers through her sweaty hair.

  “Shh, I’m here.”

  She seems to relax at my voice, the nightmares chased away. I stroke her hair from her face and run my thumb along her silky skin. Leaning down, I kiss her. Softly. On her cheek. Once on her lips. On her nose. She lets out a soft sigh.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she whispers. “Sorry.”

  “Want to talk about it?”

  “No.”

  “You’re safe now.”

  She sniffles. “Am I?”

  “With me you are.”

  Her fingers thread through my hair and I rest my forehead against hers. The touch is tender. Gentle. Soothing. Fuck, I’ve missed affection. She tilts her head and then her pillow lips are pressing to mine. A peck. Another peck. And then she parts her lips.

  I stick my tongue inside.

  I think I shock us both because she gasps.

  The room spins the moment her tongue lashes with mine. Curious and explorative. I kiss her hard, desperate for the touch of someone who makes me feel alive again. In my mind, it’s Ellie. It could be Ellie. But then Hadley’s big brown eyes flash in my mind, chasing away my memories.

  Young.

  So young.

  And yet I kiss her harder—with more desperation. Her fingers claw at my hair. She moans, waking my dick right the fuck up.

  Stop.

  I need to fucking stop.

  But I part her thighs, rolling myself on top of her, and nestle my body between her legs. We both groan when I grind against her center. My mouth decimates hers, nipping and sucking and owning as I roll my hips, seeking pleasure from her body. Her heels dig into my ass as her fingers claw at my scalp.

  She’s every bit as aroused as I am, soaking right through my sweatpants. It’s maddening. I fuck her with just my pants keeping us separate, taking every mewl and every scratch of her nails so I can commit them to memory.

  For so long I’ve needed this.

  A tether to this life.

  I’d been drifting.

  “Koyn,” she pleads. “I need you.”

  “I can’t, PG.”

  “Then let me feel you at least.”

  With a groan of defeat, I shove my sweatpants down far enough to grab my dick. I slap her pussy with it and then rub along her smooth slit. We both shudder from the sensation. All it would take would be one thrust inside her. It would feel so fucking good.

  But I know why I shouldn’t.

  Sex will bind us and I’m not sure I want that.

  Girls like her grow obsessed.


  She thought she loved fucking Junior. What happens when she thinks the same about me?

  That can’t fucking happen.

  I slide against her clit and then grip my dick to tease her juices that are dripping from her body. We both moan when I nudge the head against her opening, but don’t penetrate her. I slide down, between the cheeks of her ass, and then back up to slide against her clit.

  “Why won’t you fuck me?” she growls, using her heels against my ass to lift her hips, seeking out my dick.

  “Because I’ll never get rid of you.” I nip at her bottom lip. “And I can’t have that.”

  “I have nowhere to go.”

  “For now, you’ll stay here and let me make you come.”

  I intensify my efforts, bucking against her pussy, wishing like fuck I could just impale her with my dick. Instead, I rub and rub and rub until she cries out in pleasure, her entire body jolting. My nuts seize at the sound of her breathing and hot cum shoots out of my cock, jetting up onto my shirt she’s wearing. It makes me wish I’d torn off her shirt so I could rub my cum all over her skin, claiming her.

  But fuck…

  I don’t want to claim her.

  Not like that.

  I sit up on my haunches, thankful I can’t see her face in the dark. Absently, I reach out, seeking my cum, and find a glob of it. I smear it between the lips of her pussy, rubbing it against her throbbing clit. She whines and whimpers, but I use my cum to bring her to another orgasm. And because I can’t help myself, I slip my finger inside her, hating myself for not manning up and fucking her like she deserves.

  With all the self-control I possess, I pull my finger out of her and give her pussy a pat.

  “Go to your room, Hadley.”

  She scoffs. “W-What? Why?”

  “Because if you stay…I don’t know what’ll happen if you stay.”

  “I’m not scared.”

  “You should be.”

  “Koyn…”

  I climb off the bed and storm into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Walking over to the mirror, I take a long hard look at the man reflected in it.