Chapter 17
Two weeks later
”Please fucking tellme that we have a location?” I ask Maverick, my fingers gripping my cell tightly.
It”s been two weeks and Thomas hasn”t been seen or heard from in that time. His men have been rounded up and are currently holed up somewhere in the city. They can”t escape, but they”re being given enough food and drink to survive—just long enough for us to get the answers we need. They”ve not yet given up Thomas, but I know it”s only a matter of time before they start talking.
”Nothing,” Mav sighs. ”Fucking cunt is gone, Stephen, but he”ll fuck up somehow. They always do. We”ve just got to be patient.”
Patience isn”t something I have. He hurt my woman and that”s not something I take lightly. Fuck, I want to rip the fucker”s head off his shoulders, torture him until he”s unable to speak, and when he”s begging for mercy, I”ll do it over and over again until he”s broken.
”I”ll see you this evening,” I tell him, my anger coursing through me. I hate not knowing what”s going on, and with Thomas in the wind, we have no idea what he”s got planned.
”I”ll be there,” he replies. ”Jer”s happy he”ll get to see Jess,” he says. ”I don”t think I”ve seen him so relieved before.”
”As long as he doesn”t upset her, he can stay,” I say through clenched teeth. I”m still not entirely sure about having him around her, especially as they haven”t had the best of relationships.
”He won”t,” Mav vows. ”I gotta go. I”ll see you later.”
I end the call and take a deep breath. Jess reacts to anger. I”ve noticed over the past two weeks that she”s very in tune with people”s emotions, and anger is something that has her withdrawing into herself. It”s been different having her here, but in a good way. I”ve never lived with a woman—not since I was a kid—but I find myself seeking Jess out. Whenever I”m home, I go in search of her and want to spend time with her.
She woke up this morning and went straight to the dance room. I had work to do and couldn”t take the time to watch, which put me in a bad mood, but she”s finished now and is out of the shower.
I move toward the bedroom. I haven”t been sleeping with her, although I do sleep on the chair in the room. I don”t think she”s ready for that yet. But Christ, it”s hard to keep my hands off her. Slowly but surely, she”s getting used to me holding and kissing her, but I want more. I want to taste her, to fuck her.
Entering the room, I”m surprised to see she”s wearing a dress, one that hits above her knee, her scar showing slightly. She”s fucking beautiful and the scar doesn”t matter to me, and thankfully she”s started to realize that it shouldn”t hold her back.
”Hey,” she greets me as she brushes her hair. ”Everything okay?”
My cock strains against my pants. ”Everything”s good, Little Dancer. Jer will be here tonight.”
She flashes me a grin, placing the hairbrush on the dressing table, and moves toward me. ”Thank you. I know you”d rather him not be, but I”m grateful you”re letting him come.”
”When it comes to you,” I say with a raised bow, ”I seem to find I can”t deny you.”
Her grin turns into a bright smile, one that reaches her eyes. ”I have a feeling that I”d be the same with you.” She places her hand on my chest, and heat sparks through my shirt where her hand is lying so close to my heart. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she places a soft kiss against my cheek. “Thank you,” she whispers.
My hands go to her hips and I grip tightly as I pull her flush against me. She gasps, and I know that she can feel my erection against her stomach. My face is barely inches from hers, her breath hot against my skin.
“I’ve been good,” I snarl. ”I”ve been holding back. Not anymore.” Lowering my lips to hers, I take her mouth. Hard.
I don’t ease up, my hands gripping her hips as she opens her mouth and gives me access. My tongue sweeps in and she moans as her hands reach for my hair. This woman can fucking kiss. I pull away, my breathing hard as I look at her flushed cheeks.
”Why have you been holding back?” she asks, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
”What I want, Little Dancer, is to fuck you, and I don”t think you”re ready for me.”
She blinks. ”I want that,” she whispers. ”I want you, Stephen.”
My cock thickens even more. I”m harder than I have ever been. My cock hurts as it strains against my zipper. ”You don”t know what it is I want.”
The innocence in her eyes is almost my undoing. ”Tell me,” she says, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip. ”Tell me what you want.”
”I want to rip that dress from your body, I want to eat your pussy, and I want to fuck you so hard until you”re calling out my name. I want to own you, Jessica. I want to dominate you. I want to come home from work to find you asleep and fuck you while you”re sleeping. I want to be able to take you anytime, anywhere.”
She stares at me for a beat, then ever so slowly, she reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head. It takes every ounce of restraint that I have not to take her. I”ve never been a man to let a woman lead, but with Jess, she”s more than a woman. She”s mine.
She stands before me in pale blue panties and matching bra. ”I want you, Stephen,” she says, her eyes holding mine, and there”s so much fucking heat in them.
”We do this, there”s no going back. Not at fucking all,” I say, my words like a rumble. ”I take you, baby, that makes you mine, and I”m not letting you go.”
She doesn”t hesitate. ”I want you,” she tells me, her fingers looping into the band of her panties as she slowly starts to pull them off. ”Please, Stephen.”
I prowl toward her. Fuck, this is what I have been wanting for a long fucking time. I slant my lips against hers, loving the moan that she releases in the back of her throat. I swipe my finger along her folds. She”s fucking soaked. Fuck. How long has she been like this?
”Please,” she whimpers as I slide my finger into her tight pussy. I bite back a groan at how fucking snug her pussy is. I can”t wait to fuck her. I have no doubt that it”s going to be fucking amazing. Her fingers reach for my shirt and she starts to unbutton it, all while I finger-fuck her. I need to taste her.
Once I”m stripped out of my clothes, I fight the urge to grin as she stares at my cock, her eyes wide and filled with trepidation.
”Lie on the bed, Little Dancer,” I instruct.
She blinks, a slow smile spreading across her face. She does exactly as I ask and climbs onto the bed. I love that she”s not shy, that she”s comfortable around me.
”Open your thighs, baby,” I instruct, and she does exactly that. Her legs open and I get a glimpse of that beautiful pussy.
I move between her legs, and she tenses a little. I swipe my tongue along her wet folds and she releases a moan. I want her to feel pleasure before I take her. She”s going to hurt when I take her virginity and I don”t want to scare her. This is going to give her a lot of pleasure. I lap up all of her wetness, letting the taste of her fill my mouth.
She tastes amazing. Nothing has ever been this good. I knew she”d taste fucking fantastic. I should have realized that I”d want to taste it constantly. She”s addictive. Since the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. I”ve been obsessed, and now that she”s mine, that”s only going to intensify.
She’s soaked, and with every swipe of my tongue, she cries out with pleasure. She”s close. I can feel how tight she”s wound. She”s close to the edge.
Not yet. I need her to hold off for a little longer.
Spearing her pussy with my tongue, I fuck her until she’s crying out for release. ”Please, Stephen, I need to,” she whines, her fingers clenched into the sheets beneath her.
I grin. This is what I”ve wanted. ”Then fucking come,” I snarl as I thrust my tongue into her pussy.
That”s all it takes for her to detonate. Throwing her head back, her body bows and my name spills from her lips as she comes. I lap at the juices as they flood my mouth, her body quivering as she lets the orgasm wash over her.
Fucking spectacular. She”s so fucking gorgeous.
I get into position as she comes down from her high, my fingers stroking along her body. Her nipples are taut, and I lean forward and pull one into my mouth, my teeth closing around it. She releases another moan. ”God, Stephen,” she cries. ”Please. I need you.”
I release her nipple and smile. ”You sure?”
She nods. ”Please.”
I reach for her hips and tilt them. “I’m sorry, baby,” I tell her as I slowly inch my cock into her. “This is gonna hurt.”
She nods, her eyes drunk with sex. “Please,” she whispers, her voice soft and filled with a twinge of fear.
I thrust into her, pushing past the barrier of her innocence until I’m balls deep inside of her. She cries out in pain as I breach her. Tears well in her eyes, and I lean forward and kiss them away.
“Sorry, Little Dancer,” I whisper, hating that she’s in pain. I”ve never been one to worry about what others are feeling—until Jess. I”m not stupid; I know these feelings are getting even more intense than ever before. I”m falling for her. That”s not something I would have thought possible, yet here we are.
“I”m okay,” she murmurs, her eyes filled with tears, her lips parted. I can see the pain etched in her face.
I press my lips against hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth and kissing her. She winds her arms around my neck and holds on to me as I deepen the kiss. My cock aches, ready to burst, dying to move and feel the tightness of her pussy. My hands slide down her body. I fucking love touching her.
“You good?” I ask her, needing her to give me the signal to move.
“So good,” she replies, her head falling back against the pillow and her eyes closing.
I chuckle. “Baby, you ain’t seen anything yet.” Then I begin to move, pulling out and slowly thrusting back inside of her tight, warm heat, letting her get adjusted to me.
“Stephen,” she cries as my cock stretches her with every thrust. “Please,” she begs.
I quicken my pace, thrusting deep into her, unable to control myself any longer. It’s too much. I’m like a man possessed as I fuck her. My strokes hard, fast, and deep. I”ve been waiting for this. It”s been a fucking long time coming. She feels better than anything I could have ever imagined.
“You’re so big,” she cries, her hands tightening around my neck. “So deep,” she moans.
“Fuck,” I grunt. She’s gotta stop saying shit like that. I’m so fucking close to coming. I need her to come again. I need one more from her before I fucking explode.
I twist my hips, pounding into her like a fucking crazy man, my teeth gritted as I bring her nipple back into my mouth, sucking and biting on it. Once again, her body tenses, her breaths coming out in pants. She”s close. Good, because there”s no fucking way I can hold off much longer.
”Come for me again, Little Dancer. Come on my cock.”
She cries as she once again detonates, her pussy strangling my cock, forcing the cum from my balls. Fuck, I can”t hold back, not with the way her pussy has my cock in a death grip. I thrust into her and still, my cock unloading stream after stream of cum into her pussy. Christ, I”m fucking spent, utterly fucking spent.
I have a feeling that sex between us is going to be fucking amazing each and every time.
Pulling out of her, I watch as she winces. “You okay?” I ask as I collapse onto the bed. I drag her on top of me. She doesn”t resist and lies her head on her hands on my chest. ”Are you sore?”
”I”m good,” she says, her eyes filled with happiness. ”So good. It was amazing.”
I press a kiss against her lips. “It fucking was amazing. Once you”re recovered, we”ll be doing that over and over again.”
I’m rewarded with a blinding smile. ”Sounds fun,” she giggles.
I press my hand against her back and hold her close. ”You”re mine, Jess. I”m not letting you go.”
”I don”t want to go anywhere. I”m happy here with you,” she tells me.
Fucking finally. I have everything I want right here in my arms. Now I need to ensure that I don’t lose her.