15. Audrina
15
AUDRINA
The water feels nice as Hustler lies with his back to my front as I squeeze the sponge over his chest, my knees either side of his waist. I insisted on being behind so I could sponge over his bruises, my stomach turning at the thought of him being hurt.
I kiss his shoulder. “I was so scared something happened to you.”
“Assholes are everywhere in this city,” he says. “Wish I’d seen it comin’, but shit happens.”
“They had a crowbar, and they hit you with it!” I cry. “They could’ve killed you!”
“Yep, know it.”
“West...”
“Baby, don’t fuss, I’m fine.”
“If I want to fuss, I will,” I snap. “And this is what I do. I want to take care of you.”
He settles back against me, one hand on my knee. “I like you takin’ care of me,” he chuckles, then adds, “Bossy little thing.”
“It’s the only chance I get to be bossy with the stubborn men in my life.”
“I know what might make me forget the pain.” He squeezes my knee.
I laugh. “I’ll bet you do.”
“Hey, the goods didn’t get harmed.” He cups himself, and I feel the heat pooling low in my belly.
Seeing West hurt like that stirred up memories of the shooting, and I couldn’t breathe for a second. I rushed right over when I heard, even when I knew West wouldn’t want me to worry. How can I not?
“I’m glad about that, but more importantly, they didn’t do any permanent damage with that crowbar.” I wince at the idea that someone hit him, not once, but twice with that thing. It’s a miracle they didn’t break any bones or kill him.
“It was my lucky night.”
I run the sponge over his body, and I feel the low rumble in his chest. I know he loves me pampering him, and other than being a bit whiny about the bath, I’ve managed to make him relax a little. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“At least you know your old man can look after himself.”
“I’ve seen you hit a man before,” I tell him, remembering the time he punched the mafia don’s bodyguard square in the face when he defended Lace before the shooting. “It wasn’t pretty.” Something stirs inside me, hot flames burn as I think about him protecting me, diving on me when those bullets flew at us across the street. I hadn’t had time to process any of it until later, but West is a very capable man.
“Not meant to be pretty,” he tells me. “But not gonna sit around while people disrespect anyone, especially a woman.”
I kiss the side of his neck, and he groans. “I know, that’s what I love about you.”
His body stiffens, and I stop my movements. Oops. “You do?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “You’re an honorable man, but I’m sure you already know that.”
Okay, be cool. You just kinda told him you love him. Even if it was in passing, the words are out.
Oh, God. I knew the second I heard he’d been hurt that I was fooling myself. I’m head over heels in love with him. I don’t even know how to fight it anymore. What’s more? I don’t want to. I’ve spent too many years of my life cooped up, waiting for life to happen. West is my future, and deep down, I hope he feels that too.
“I wouldn’t say that, but I am crazy about you, Audrina. I think I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you.”
I float my other hand down his pecs and hold on tight. Hearing his words, it makes my heart thrum that much faster, if that’s at all possible. “I’m crazy about you, too, West.”
He turns, and we kiss. “You’re too pure for me, too pretty.”
“And you’re too wild and dangerous.”
“Better than bein’ too old, though.”
I laugh. “You’re hot, and I think you know the effect you have on women.”
He grunts. “All that matters is the effect I have on you.”
I tighten my legs around him. "Well, you have plenty of an effect on me, Boss Man.”
He rumbles with laughter, trying to deepen the kiss. “Can we fuck now?”
I slap his chest playfully, then realize he’s hurt. “Oh, God, I’m sorry!”
He grins again. “Love taps. You can take that out on my ass when I’m better.”
“You’re a very dirty man,” I whisper.
We’re all hands as we climb out of the bath and quickly dry off. He sinks back against the pillows, and I hold his erection in my hand, pumping him up and down while he hisses.
“Fuck me, Peaches, sit on my cock and ride me hard, baby.”
I shake my head. “Nope. You’re going to be a good boy and listen for once, not that I’m sure you’ve had much practice at it.”
He pouts, and then a grin slides across his lips. “My saucy little minx.”
“If you’re not a good boy, then you don’t get to come.”
“Fuck.”
This new liberated side of me has brought out my dirty words, and while I flush saying them, not able to meet his eye, I move down his body and position myself between his legs. I lick his head, and he groans. I don’t want him to overexert himself, but he wants this as much as I do.
I lave his slit, enjoying his salty taste as he groans. I take my time, licking him all the way down his shaft, enjoying how much thicker he grows when I tease him.
“Baby,” he groans.
“Shhh,” whisper. “You’re not being a very obedient patient, and if you don’t listen to orders, then I will have to start all over again.”
He chuckles. “Fuck, baby, I like this side of you. Climb on my face or do somethin’, I need your pussy.”
I tut, cupping his heavy balls, kneading them softly just how he likes as he swears again. I take him in my mouth, then move slowly down his length until he hits the back of my throat. I pull out and do it again. Teasing him may be my new pastime.
“Peaches!” He all but yells. “I’m gonna come if you keep doin’ that.”
“So?” I look up at him, doing it again as his perfect, blue eyes watch me in wonder.
“Tug my balls, baby, that’s it.”
I do as he says, hollowing my cheeks as I bob up and down, rubbing my wet heat on his knee as I get off at the same time. I close my eyes, feeling so heady in his warmth.
I want to feel him erupt in my mouth. I want to lap him up and ride him until we’re both spent. Then I want to take care of him.
“West!” I garble.
“Can feel that wet, hungry pussy,” he growls. “I’m gonna come, Peaches…”
I feel his salty liquid spurt in my mouth and I almost choke. I watch him lose it as I lap him up, his release leaking from my mouth as I orgasm on his knee, almost crying in relief because I’m so pent up. He should be resting, but here I am about to screw his brains out.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Pulled the cum right out of me in record time.”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I release him, his breathing just as out of control as mine, and I lick my fingertips as he bucks.
“Careful!” I chastise. “You’re injured, your ribs!”
He pulls me to his chest and grips me by the back of the head. “Fuck my ribs, I’ll be fine. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful with my cum drippin’ from these angel lips.”
“Oh.”
He palms one breast, cupping in between my legs with the other hand. I’m drenched, and he grins when he feels it. “You like gaggin’ on me?”
He flicks my swollen clit, and I buck. “Inside me,” I cry. “Hustler, please! ”
“I’m West tonight, baby, because I can’t roll you over and fuck you how I want to.”
“All the reason to let me do the work,” I breathe.
I lower so he can reach my breasts, and I cup one to his mouth. He sucks on my nipple hard, his eyes never leaving mine as he suckles like he’s starving. His fingers strum against my pussy as I wriggle around, so pent up and needing him inside that I’m pushing against his palm as he rumbles with laughter. He inserts two fingers, hissing when he feels how easily he slides in. I bounce on his fingers, his thumb flicking my sweet spot, and I’m tumbling, riding his hand like he’s all I’ve got.
“Fuck me,” he groans. “Sit on my cock, Peaches.”
It’s a demand, and it drives me wild because I know I drive him completely insane. He’s given me the confidence to not only ask for what I want, but take it too.
I hold him at the base, raise my hips, and slide down until he’s seated deep inside me as we both groan. He squeezes his eyes shut, his groan long and hard, holding my hips as if he’s restraining himself from surging up inside me.
“So much restraint,” I sing-song. “How is this?” I press my hands against the bedhead, not wanting to push down on him or use pressure, and I slowly move up and down.
“That’s it, yeah, right there, you’re so tight, baby.”
I love his dirty words and as I pick up the pace, his hand slides up my body to grip my breast. He’s lying almost flat, his other hand on my hip as he helps me bounce on him up and down. “It’s tight,” I moan. “You’re so big.”
“Do you like your boss fuckin’ your tight pussy?”
“I love it. I love it, West. I love you.”
His dick fills me to dizzying heights, and I’m like a wild beast that can’t be controlled... and... and you just told him you loved him. Again!
“Fuck, Audrina, baby, I love you, too.” He surges up inside me as our lovemaking turns feral, and I’m tumbling, coming hard as he grinds up, and then I’m being rolled over onto my back. “West, no, you’re hurt!”
“I wanna look in your eyes when you say that again.”
I cup his face, tears springing to my eyes. “I didn’t mean to, oh God...” The tears leak and he stills.
“Baby, what’s wrong? What didn’t you mean to do?”
“Fall for you,” I admit, feeling foolish. “I... I have, and I’m crazy about you. I knew you were a decent man from the moment I met you, but then when we finally got together, I thought it was too good to be true.”
“It isn't. We’re perfect together.”
“That’s just it, how can it be this perfect?” I stammer. “It’s like the bubble is going to burst at some point.”
He holds my chin, making sure I can’t wriggle away—not that I could because I’m still impaled and he makes no attempt to move. “No, it won’t because I’m in love with you.” He swipes away my tears. “Head over fuckin’ heels. I’m done.”
“You’re done?” I mouth the words. “What do you me?—”
“D.O.N.E. I don’t want another woman, Audrina. I want you. I want you in my bed, with me every single day. I don’t regret waitin’ because I know that what we’ve built is somethin’ solid. I didn’t wanna scare you off too quickly in the beginning, and maybe I did treat you like a wounded bird, but that’s the protector in me.”
“I love the protector in you.”
He kisses me softly. “If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”
“West.” He stares down at me, and my heart constricts. “Firstly, I could never be scared off by you. Second, I am scared of losing you and never getting to tell you how I really feel. Of course I’ll have you, but I worry you’ll tire of me. I’m not that interesting.”
“I’d never get tired of you, My Little Peach. But you need to tell me because I’m pretty good at this, but I also ain’t no mind reader. If it’ll help, I’ll go first.” He rests on his elbows, his chest pressed against mine as we kiss.
I try to slow my breathing, but I fail miserably. “Let’s hear it.”
“I’m nuts about you, and I don’t wanna wait for anythin’. I’ve been waitin’ my whole life.”
“Holy...” I trail off. “I never thought I’d feel anything for anyone again after a long marriage like I had, but with you we just fit. Everything about you... like I said, it feels like the bubble is gonna burst, and I’m gonna wake up and see it was all just a dream.”
He smiles, his pretty eyes like diamonds, as I wrap my arms around his neck. “It’s no dream, baby, it’s real, all of it.” He clears his throat, then fixes me with a serious look. “I wanna claim you at the table, Audrina.”
I gasp. “West?”
That means he wants me to be his ol’ lady, and I’ll wear his cut. He’ll put it to the committee, and they vote on it. I’ll be his, and he’ll be mine. A lot like a marriage but without the rings and ceremony.
“I mean it. You’re mine, and if any other man even looks at you...”
“I love you.”
“I’ll take that as a yes?”
“Yes.”
“I want everyone to know that you’re mine,” he whispers in between kisses.
“Does that mean I get to wear a ‘Property of Hustler’ cut?”
He grins. “Only if you want to, I know Deanna is a fan of wearin’ her old man’s.”
“I could wear it for you in bed.”
“Baby.”
“Wear your cut and nothing else.” Who even am I right now?
He slides out of me, then slams back in, hard. “Say that again.”
“I could... I could wear your cut naked in bed.”
He does it again, raising on to his hands. “Again.”
“Your cut, Property of Hustler,” I groan. “While you... while you, oh God...”
“Say it, tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I close my eyes as he moves those hips I’ll never get tired of. “While you fuck me, Boss Man.”
“Oh, fuck, baby.” He thrusts even harder at my words. I know he must be hurting from his injuries, but he’s the strongest man I’ve ever met, and he doesn’t let up.
“Love how you take me like this.” I run my hands over his biceps, feeling his strong muscles under my palms. “Claiming me, making me your woman.”
“You’re my ol’ lady,” he mutters. “Only mine.”
“I’m your ol’ lady.”
“You’re mine , Audrina.”
I sit up slightly, resting back on my elbows as I reach for my phone. West stills again.
He frowns. “Makin’ calls while I fuck you?”
“Only one.” I scroll through finding John’s number. It’s wild and crazy, but I know it’ll turn him on, and I’ll get to deal with John and his demands in one foul swoop. I show him the number, and with a renewed sense of courage, I hit dial, switching it onto speaker phone.
He slides out, then moves back in as I rest the phone on the pillow next to me.
John answers on the fourth ring. “Audrina?”
West rocks his hips and slams into me, grunting as I jolt.
“John? Yes, it’s me.” I’m breathy, and I try to hold back my moan. “I wanted to call to tell you something.”
“Where are you? You sound... distant.”
I almost laugh; he couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve never been more present in my entire life.
West lifts my hips, trying to get as deep as he can inside me as I flop back onto the pillows.
“I’m, uh, I’m just on the run... actually, I wanted to let you know that I can’t have dinner with you.”
“Oh,” he grunts, clearly put out. “Why not?”
“Because, uh, because I’m, oh, yes,” I hiss, my eyes closing as West rolls his hips and fucks me like his life depended on it. “I’m busy.”
“What are you doing? Are you okay?”
“I don’t want to have dinner with you,” I grit. “I’m done, John. We can live our lives separately, that’s what divorced people do.”
“You’re being unreasonable. I’m in town, we can make a night of it. I’ll take you to that place you like.”
I don’t even know where he’s talking about because any place he thinks I like would only be a restaurant that he likes.
“No, John.”
“Audrina, are you so busy with your new life you can’t make one measly dinner with the man who loved you for twenty-five years?”
I hear the low rumble in West’s throat, and I can’t do anything to stop it. “She can’t because she’s gonna be busy fuckin’ her new man,” West growls. “Which is what I’m doin’ right now, I just wanted you to hear exactly what you’re missin’ out on while she moans for me. She’s mine now, asshole. Don’t call her again.”
West hangs up before John can say anything, and he swipes my phone off the bed. It flies across the room and lands on the floor with a thud.
“Oh, God, that felt good.”
“You did that for me?” He slams in and out as I cry out, no longer needing to be quiet.
“I needed to do it for me,” I breathe. “And to show you what you mean to me. I’m yours, West, you’re the only man I want.”
He rams in and out, his body slick with sweat as I run my hands up his torso and his chest. His body is big, looming over me as he moves in and out furiously, hardly containing himself as I spiral out of control. He follows behind, bellowing my name as he stills and shoots his load inside me, and I grip his ass trying to squeeze every single drop out of him. This is how he makes me feel. Like I’m young again. Like I can do anything, be anything.
He presses his forehead against mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I never knew it could be this good, baby, never.”
“Me either.”
He kisses me and then rolls onto his back, taking me with him as I rest on his chest, our panting out of control and his release dripping out between my legs. Oh, this man is as dirty as they come, and I think some of it is rubbing off onto me.
“If that asshole ever bothers you again, I’m gonna end him,” West pants.
“No need to do that; we should keep him alive for Asher’s sake.”
We both laugh. “He’s a piece of shit.”
“Let’s not talk about him ever again.”
“I got the girl,” West says. “And I’m not lettin’ her go. I know what I have right in front of me, and I’m gonna spend the rest of my life makin’ sure you know how I feel about you.”
“We danced around it for so long,” I sigh. “Neither one of us brave enough to get past our nerves.”
West kisses my forehead. “Doesn’t matter, it’s gotta be the right time, Peaches. No point rushin’ in when the payoff is this good because we waited.”
“Spoken like a true gentleman.”
“More like you actin’ like an ol’ lady.”
I laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I think I like the sound of that.”
“You do?”
“Mmhmm.”
Somewhere across the room, I hear my phone ringing, but I ignore it. It’ll be John, wondering what’s gotten into me, and he’ll probably be questioning his sanity over what West just yelled at him. I’ve never done anything so wild before in my entire life, but I love how he gets me this worked up, and I for him.
He kisses my forehead, still inside me, as I fall asleep on his big, warm body.