"Hey, Jax, it's been a while. How have you been?" Gwen asked, completely ignoring Coyote's question.
Coyote's face tightened with irritation, but Gwen wasn't paying him any attention. Her eyes were locked on Jax.
"I've been just fine, though not as fine as you look tonight," Jax replied with a sheepish grin.
Gwen's face lit up. "Thank you. You always know the right words to say. What a gentleman you are."
"I asked you a question, Gwen," Coyote interjected, trying to cut through whatever strange energy was building between them.
"I wanted to see you, brother, and know how you were doing," Gwen said, still not looking at him.
"At midnight?" Coyote asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. Is there something wrong with that?" Gwen responded, her expression turning serious.
"No. It's just... odd. And it's not exactly safe to be in this part of town this late at night," Coyote said, sitting down on the bed with a wince.
"I'm a grown woman, Coyote. I can take care of myself. Back to my question—why do you look like shit?" Gwen asked.
Jax chuckled, and Coyote shot him a warning glare.
"I had a few scraps with a customer. But it's nothing to worry about. I'm fine. Actually, I need to rest," Coyote said, subtly trying to get them both out of his apartment.
Jax picked up on the hint. "Well, that's my cue. We'll sort out the money thing tomorrow. Good night, bro. And good night, Gwen. I hope to see you soon."
He gave Gwen a flirtatious smile as he opened the door. Then he turned back.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you—I gave that lady your number. The one interested in watching you race."
Gwen's attention sharpened at the mention of another woman.
Coyote immediately caught on. He hadn't seen her tonight, but for her to want him to race, she had to be a fan.
"OK. I'll look forward to her call. What's her name?" he asked.
"Isabella Cruz," Jax replied, then shut the door behind him.
As soon as Jax left, Gwen turned to Coyote. "Who is this Isabella and what does she want?"
"I don't see how that's your business, Gwen. I don't even know who she is," Coyote said, laying back on the bed.
"Do you expect me to believe that? She obviously wants to you to fuck her," Gwen snapped, her jealousy blatant. Which was very strange since they were not dating.
"If she wants me to fuck her, how is that a bad thing?" Coyote asked, sitting up again.
"It's a bad thing because you are mine," Gwen said, moving closer and leaning in for a kiss.
Coyote jerked his head away.
He stood from the bed. "I don't know how to make it clear to you that I am not yours. We made out once—that doesn't make me yours. You're my sister, for crying out loud."
"Adopted. We're not blood-related, so stop fixating on that," Gwen fired back. "You just don't want me. You think I'm ugly. I'm obviously not pretty enough for you, right?"
"Gwen, you're very beautiful. You are pretty. I'm sorry—I just don't see you as anything but a sister. Please understand that and move on. I'm sure there are so many men lining up to be your man. Pick one," Coyote said, looking directly into her eyes.
Gwen stepped closer. "But I only want you. I've always wanted you. Why can't you just give us a chance? Just one night. I need you."
Her voice turned sultry. She kissed his neck, then his earlobe.
Coyote let out an involuntary moan. Her touch ignited something he didn't want to feel—something he couldn't suppress.
"This can't happen. Please stop," he pleaded, breath catching.
But Gwen didn't stop. She kept kissing and caressing him, sliding her fingers down his pants.
Coyote's resolve slipped—and then, he lost control. Gwen took advantage and began to rub Coyote's cock through his pants. He moaned with pleasure as she expertly worked her hand up and down, bringing him to the brink of orgasm.
"I want to taste you," Gwen whispered, her voice husky with desire.
She unzipped Coyote's pants and pulled out his cock. She licked her lips and grinned at the massive length and girth of his cock before taking him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Coyote moaned, his hands tangled in Gwen's hair as she sucked him deeper and deeper. His resolve not to fuck her was gone, replaced by the urge be inside her
Coyote pulled Gwen up and laid her down on the bed, pulling off her underwear.
He spread her legs and looked at her wet pussy, his cock throbbing with desire.
"Please, Coyote," Gwen moaned, "I need you inside me."
Coyote went berserk, positioning himself at her dripping wet pussy and thrusted all his dick into her, hard.
Gwen cried out with pleasure, her nails digging into Coyote's back as he began to fuck her.
He pounded into her, again and again, their bodies slapping together as they moaned and panted.
Coyote increased the intensity of thrusts, ramming into her rough and fast. He started feeling her muscles tighten around him as she approached orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, Coyote!" Gwen screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around Coyote's cock. He couldn't hold back any longer and followed her, cumming deep inside her.
They lay there for a moment, gasping for breath, before Coyote rolled off Gwen and lay down beside her. Disgusted by what he had just done.
Jesus fucking christ! What the fuck did I just do? Coyote thought to himself.
Gwen tried to touch him, but he caught her hand mid air. She tried to place head between his thighs and suck his dick, but Coyote removed himself entirely from the bed.
"This can never happen again, Gwen," Coyote said, zipping up his pants.
"Oh, but it will. You can't resist me, you are mine now," Gwen said, with a sardonic expression.