Brutal Heir (Court University 1)

Those thoughts for another day, I relaxed with my girl, Royal’s Audi slushing through January ice. Eventually, we all pulled up to LJ’s place, and I actually whistled at the sight of the modern-style home basically the size of my frat. The place was fucking lit, huge-ass windows that surrounded the whole place and with enough people and strobe lights inside to let us know the party was ongoing.

“Things must be going all right for him,” I told Royal when we got out, the guy eyeing me. LJ, unlike Royal, Jax, and me, didn’t really come from money. In fact, he’d been dirt poor when we knew him and came to college on a full-ride scholarship.

The guys and I had been let in on a little bit of what LJ had been doing since he went away for school. From what we knew, he’d started promoting parties, small stuff that led to… bigger stuff, but at the end of the day, that was his business. We were bros, family, and we’d support him in whatever he chose to do.

Royal tugged December over, and I did the same with Greer, warming her shoulders in the chill as we fought our way th

rough the crowds. This place was on the level, and barely inside the door, we found LJ. The tall motherfucker shot above the heads of everyone else in the room, his arm around our other buddy Jax, who was flailing his arms like a monkey in front of some girls. Jax was obviously trying to impress them, being an idiot like he was always.

“Nice to see not much has changed.” Royal edged over, then cupped his mouth to holler at the pair. His voice boomed above the crowd, getting the attention of our boys, and as they waved us over, I realized how much I’d truly missed my brothers. Our brotherhood went beyond our time in the Court and was way thicker than what college and a few hundred miles could put between us. We were family, and after greeting the boys and they said hello to December, I introduced the guys to my girl.

“This is my little dove.” I swiped a finger beneath her chin, that snow-white hair pushed up and showcasing that sexy-as-fuck neck of hers. I’d gotten a handful of her delicate throat while I pounded into her just this morning, my cock heavy and hard at just the thought of it. Unable to help myself, I bent, touching a kiss to that soft skin, and she shoved at my chest.

“Knight.” She rolled her eyes, but she was a terrible fucking liar. So much heat lined her gaze the moment I touched her neck, straight fire in her blue eyes.

I tugged her over. “Don’t bother fighting it, baby. We’re inevitable.”

A promise in my voice as I looked at her, those baby blues electrifying. December basically made a gagging nose, and the rest of the guys hit me on my arm.

LJ smirked. “Nice to meet you…”

“Greer,” she said, forcing distance between us again with a smile. Of course the guys knew her name. They knew all about her, but I assumed LJ was just being polite.

He raised a beer to her, Jax too after he said hello. LJ grinned. “Nice to see someone managed to tame this big oaf.”

“Like you should fucking talk.” I gazed around, my arm falling to settle on Greer’s hips. “I don’t see you with anyone in this big-ass house.”

LJ rolled his eyes before bringing his beer to his lips. After taking a long swig, he smiled at Greer. “Nice meeting you, Greer. My house is your house. Just don’t let the ass trash it.”

I growled, but Greer had been able to hold me back. Good thing for him too. Greer and I didn’t chat with the others long before deciding to section off and mingle around the house. I could tell right away Greer was impressed by LJ’s digs. Fuck, even I was. The frat house was pretty kickass, but this was fucking killer. My buddy definitely was living it up, and as Greer and I explored the house, I got a buzz from my phone. It followed a few, something I had to check, of course, but even as I juggled my life at home with what I was doing here, Greer didn’t complain. In fact, she waited for me during each time I took to text back, her drink in her hand and a smile on her face.

I shot off a quick text to Dr. Chopra, thanking her for letting me know my mom was asleep before pulling Greer over to the wall with me. I got a handful of her sweater, pulling her close. “Have I ever told you how I don’t fucking deserve you?”

Because I didn’t, not at all, and though I think both of us knew that, she was here anyway. She was patient with me anyway. I wasn’t easy to get along with, something I knew. Greer balanced all my rough edges, perfect for all my prickly thorns, and though I knew I didn’t deserve her, fuck if I was ever letting her go.

To my surprise, she took my hand, tugging me to go with her. We ended up in one of the bedrooms, and when she dropped to her knees, I nearly said fuck me.

Fuck me for ever being able to be with a girl like this, setting her drink down before going for my fly. She pulled my cock right out of my pants, knowing how to do this all too well as I’d let her have a lot of practice.

She’d been bold getting on her knees tonight, hot when she felt me up, then put those perfect fuckable lips around me.

Growling, I slammed my hand against the closed door, Greer’s head bobbing as she worked my balls and took me deep into her throat. She’d gotten so fucking good at this it was ridiculous.

“Fuck, Greer,” I gritted, gripping my fingers into her hair. Holding her to me, she gagged and I nearly came right down her throat. “Don’t fucking do that.”

My dick fell out of her mouth with a pop. “Do what?” she asked, her smile coy as she opened her mouth again. She teased my dick with her tongue, starting to pull me into her perfect mouth again, but I got hold of the back of her neck, returning her to her feet.

“LJ’s going to kill me,” I told her, working that sweater off her perfect tits. Her nipples beaded right through her bra, and I pinched one, grinning at the soft moan she made. I kissed her neck. “For fucking you in here.”

I was about ninety percent sure this was my buddy’s bedroom. For starters, it was frickin’ huge, a bed half the size of the room. It was the type of room I’d definitely choose as my own, but I guess I had the decency not to fuck her on his bed. Hell, who was I kidding…

We definitely weren’t going to be making it to the bed.

Tugging Greer’s hair free, I got a hand full of it, using it to tug her around and press her tits against the door. I undid her bra, throwing the thing across the room before undoing her jeans.

“Knight…”

The last thing she said before I jerked her head back and took her mouth from above, tasting myself on her lips while I drove my tongue between them. I needed both hands to tweak and tug her sensitive nipples, letting go of her hair to work them between her and the door. I ground my hips against her jean-covered ass, that perfect peach of hers ramming back into me.