Page 80 of Bonded By Christmas
Since it’s just me and Lacey in the box, I take the seat in the middle. She tries to climb into my lap, but I shake my head.
“Give me just one second.” I wink, tugging out of my jacket. If she thinks I’m going to be a gentleman and wrap her up in it, she’s sorely mistaken. Although I don’t want her to be miserable with her knees digging into the concrete floor, so I fold it up and drop it in between my feet. “Kneel, baby girl.”
Her head tilts as her eyes narrow, and I smirk, stretching back in the uncomfortable seat to unhook my belt. I got smart and wore a double shoulder holster rather than my preferred base-of-the-spine version.
“On your knees.” I quirk an eyebrow and rip my belt out of the loops on my jeans. “Otherwise, I’ll bend you over that railing first. I doubt you want a burning hot backside while you’re sucking me off.” I laugh, moving to work my button and zipper. “Unless you do?”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, but at least she’s not focused on the two massive assholes climbing into the ring across from Grim. “You’re trying to distract me.”
“Nah,” I lie, leaning forward and grabbing her hips. “I’m trying to show Grim what he’s missing out on. All he has to do is fuck those bastards up without any fanfare, and he can have at your tight little cunt.”
I’ve already warned her about this, but I know she’s anxious.
She follows my lead, kneeling between my legs and planting her hands on my thighs. “I didn’t know you were armed.”
“All the better to protect you with, my dear,” I say, chuckling. My belt falls to the chair next to me as I raise up, pushing my jeans down my thighs. “Such a pretty little fuck toy. You’re going to tease every rung on my ladder with that soft tongue.” Leaningforward, I bury my fingers in her hair and tug her face to my cock. “Come on, Lace. Be my good girl.”
I hope my packmates appreciate the vulnerable position I’m putting myself in here, but fuck it. It has to be done. If shit hits the fan, I’ll have to take a few people out with my pants around my knees. Though I am grateful Lacey will be out of their line of sight. Not that the wooden half wall will give her much protection, but I will flatten her ass to the concrete if I have to.
Whatever it takes to keep her safe is what I’ll do, even if it pisses her off.
The bell rings, and my body tightens with tension.
I smirk at Lacey, cutting my eyes back to Grim and his opponents. I love that big fucker like my brother, but my job in all of this is to antagonize him until he snaps. Well, that and to keep Lacey distracted while he slaughters them.
“Get to sucking, baby.” I grab my dick in my free hand and slap her lips with it.
She huffs, her warm breath fanning over my shaft. Her fingers are surprisingly cold in comparison to how warm she runs during a wave of heat, but she pulls my crown to her lips.
I want to let my eyes fall shut as she circles my tip with that naughty tongue of hers, but I do the respectable thing and scan the crowd.
There are at least six or seven of the guys Grim handpicked for Wilder’s team scattered through the crowd, with another three at his back. It’s a smart move, making it look like he brought the bare minimum of backup, when in reality, twice that number of men are hidden in the audience.
Hopefully it won’t come to a point where we need them.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh draws my attention back to the ring. My jaw tightens, and my forearm flexes as I physically hold myself back. Watching Grim take a solid hit to the side of his face makes me want to hop into the ring.
If they get two guys, we really should too.
Grim isn’t deterred by the pain, and he slams a fist up into the smaller guy’s jaw.
It’s a lights-out moment.
If it were just one adversary in the ring against him, he would be able to follow him to the ground, ending the fight. Unfortunately, the second asshole wraps a forearm around Grim’s neck from behind.
Grim throws his elbow back, repeatedly connecting with the second guy’s stomach, and his eyes meet mine.
I grin, biting my lower lip and focusing on Lacey to piss him off. I’m not ashamed of the fact I’m a sadist. Infuriating anyone gives me a nice little buzz, but I’m more entranced by watching my dick disappear between Lacey’s plush lips. Her tongue perfectly cups the bottom of my shaft, rolling over my piercings in a way that makes my knot pulse.
The naughty little thing tries to bring a hand between her thighs to tease her pussy, but she’ll thank me later for not allowing that. I give her hair a tug and pull her hand away.
“You only get to come when Grim is inside you,” I murmur, placing her hand on my knee. “I’m going to take over if that’s okay with you?”
She nods.
“Perfect,” I purr. “Pinch my thigh if it gets to be too much. You hear me, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans around my length.
