Chapter Eighty-Four
Blade
T he woman stared for a single second.
Then she launched herself at me.
Grabbing the back of my neck, going on tiptoe, she aimed for my mouth.
I gripped her hair and spun her around. “Hands on the wall. Now .”
A moan I hadn’t heard in too damn long escaped her lips, and I almost lost my fucking resolve. “You listening to me, woman?”
“Yes.” She shivered.
Jesus, that ass. “I’m not taking advantage of you.”
Her comeback as fast as her come-on, she about-faced and argued, “I climbed you.”
“You know what I mean, woman. I’m not your equation.” As much as I wanted to be her entire fucking solution, I wasn’t feeding into her shit or adding to it.
“No, I don’t.”
Keeping my hands to myself, I laid it out. “Trauma, debasement, orgasm, oblivion—for a few minutes. Then you’re right back on the front lines.”
Shock covered her face. “I…. That’s not….” She inhaled. “You said it meant something.”
She fucking meant something. “You matter, woman.”
“Then why can’t you mean something to me without it being an equation?”
I watched her.
Fuck , I watched her.
Nervous movements, shifting gaze, sudden pulse increase—I looked for all of it.
Nothing.
The woman stood there like a lioness, calling me on my shit, asking for what she wanted.
Christ, this was a bad idea. “Georgia.”
“I want you,” she blurted.
“I know.”
“Do you want me?”
Since I saw her stumble out of that bar. “For two years, woman.”
She didn’t smile, gloat, or flirt. She put her hand on my chest, palm flat over my heart. “Show me.” Then she used the one word, coming from those lips with her voice, that was an entire fucking arsenal. “Please.”
I picked her up.
Not bothering with a towel, I carried her out of the shower, into the suite, and tossed her onto the bed.
Stepping out of my wet boots, I removed my Sig from my SOB holster, set it on the nightstand, then grabbed my wallet. “Remember your safe words?”
She watched me extract the one condom I had on me. “Yes.”
I tossed the wallet next to my 9mm and unzipped my soaked pants. “Tell me.”
Her voice went soft, submissive. “No or red light.”
“Good.” My cock pulsed knowing she wouldn’t use either. “Strip.”
Her tits bigger than two years ago, her hips fuller, she sat up and undid her bra.
The lace fell.
My mouth watered.
She hooked her thumbs into her thong.
I fucking stared, rapt.
Slow, but not shy like two years ago, she dragged that thong down her legs like she was serving me a goddamn meal.
Shoving down my pants, I kicked them aside. “Your cunt wet?”
Staring at my cock, she licked her lips as her hand went between her legs. “Yes.”
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
She glanced up and gave me that look. The same damn one she’d given the first time she saw me.
I stroked myself. “Asked you a question, woman.”
“No.” She jerked her hand away. “You didn’t say I could touch myself.”
That’s right. “On your knees.” I tore open the condom. “Back to me.” Already on the edge, if I watched those tits bounce, I was gonna come. Watching her sweet ass wasn’t gonna be any better at keeping me leashed. But fuck, I wanted to hold on to those hips and pound the ever-loving hell outta her.
Turning around, she went to her knees. Then she pulled her hair to one side and looked over her shoulder.
Christ, I was fucked.
Sheathing myself, I held her gaze, and I knew. Fucking her again was going to be different. Not because I didn’t do repeats, but because this woman was different.
Still holding her gaze, I settled my palm between her shoulder blades and pushed her down to the bed.
Face down, ass up, she turned her head to look at me then rasped, “Rough? Please ?”
I sank two fingers into her tight, soaked cunt.
Her hips jerked, and she let out a moan.
Stroking her deep, rubbing her G-spot, seeing that ass shake, I could come with one stroke just watching this woman take my fingers.
But she’d asked for rough.
And I was gonna fucking deliver.
Pulling my fingers out, kneeling behind her, I lined up the fat head of my cock and gave fair warning. “Breathe, woman.”
She inhaled.
I drove into her.
Her cunt constricted, she gripped the sheets, and that lioness roar came out.
I didn’t hold back.
I fucked my woman.
I fucked her until I got her first hard orgasm. I fucked her through a rolling second. Then I flipped her over, and aimed for a shattering third.
Gripping her hips, holding her ass up, dragging her back on every thrust, I drove deep as she started to lose it. Then I ground my hips.
She fucking detonated, and I followed.
Pulse after pulse, I came so fucking hard, I had to hold her there for two goddamn minutes until I could breathe again.
Then I looked down at a lioness.
Trembling, wrecked, face tearstained, soaked cunt swollen from my pounding, her chest heaving—she was fucking stunning.
“More,” she rasped, breathless.
My cock pulsed in the used rubber. “Condom’s spent, Lioness.”
“Take it off.”
I would. In a fucking second. Once my head wasn’t spun up with the idea of it ripping as I kept driving into her like I was goddamn unhinged.
This woman.
Jesus .
“Lioness.” It wasn’t a name. It was fucking redemption.
“Blade,” she whispered, gripping my biceps.
“You’re trouble, woman.”
She bit her lip and half smiled. “Good trouble?”
Once-in-a-lifetime trouble. “Yeah.” I drove in deep because with this woman, I could.
Her lips parted with a gasp. Then her expression went still, quiet. “The condom. You’re still in me.”
“Don’t want to leave.” Until this lioness, no woman had ever taken all of my cock. Two years ago, now—it wasn’t just mind-blowing. It was fucking destabilizing.
Her hand skimmed across my chest, over the inked word I knew tripped her up. “Take it off… then come back.” Her cunt constricted around me. “Please?”
Fucked.
That’s what I was.
Absolutely, goddamn fucked.
My dick was already out of her, and I was off the bed, picking her up.
Ignoring her shocked giggle and half protest as I tossed her over my shoulder, ignoring the line I never fucking crossed, I strode into the shower, whipped off the condom, and turned on the water.
Rinsing my cock once, already rock-fucking-hard again, I hauled her off my shoulder.
Holding her by the waist, bracing her back against the tile, I had to remember to check in. “Raw?”
Wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips, she looked down at my cock. “What?”
“Eyes on me, woman,” I demanded.
She looked up. Then she fucking smiled. Shy, sweet, flushed. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
She inhaled, and her giant tits pressed against my chest. “I like you.”
“Good.” I wanted to fuck those tits. For a minute. Then I wanted back inside that tight cunt. “Out of condoms.” I hated them, always had. Every goddamn brand was too small. But I’d never gone without, and I wouldn’t fuck around with this woman if she wasn’t on the same page.
“Ohhh. Raw ,” she repeated, getting it.
I went on offense. “Told you before, I don’t fuck around. Haven’t in two years. You hear what I’m saying?”
“Mm.” Her hand slid back to the ink on my chest. Her gaze followed. “Why is that?”
Her. Fucking ruining me. I partially evaded. “Not discussing the logistics of my size with you, woman. Or my time constraints.”
I didn’t do commitment. And hookups were a fucking time commitment. I wasn’t a selfish dick, I gave women theirs. But I’d learned the reality of having a giant fucking cock over two decades ago. Women wanted it—in theory. Then half bailed once they saw what I was packing. The majority of the rest couldn’t take me even after I’d gotten them worked up and lubed to hell. Add in the fact that I was a SEAL who liked to fuck hard, especially after a mission, and I’d had dozens of aborted hookups.
Two years ago, this woman had been an anomaly.
Now she was all I wanted.
Her face flushed. “I’m clean.” She met my gaze. “I want raw.”
I sank inside her.
Jesus fucking Christ.
One second inside this lioness’s tight heat, and I was a goddamn addict. The next second, I didn’t fucking care.
I was pounding into her.
Her moans turned into cries.
Every thrust, shit fell out of my mouth. “Good girl.”
“ Oh my God .” Her nails dug into my neck, then her cunt started constricting. “I’m going to come.”
Yeah, she fucking was, and I was gonna follow on her six. “That’s right. You’re almost there.” I drove deep.
Her heels dug into my ass, and her back arched. “ Blade .”
“Wait for it, woman. Wait.”
I ground my hips, rubbed her G-spot, then bottomed out.
She fucking went off with the roar of a lion.
I lasted through five hard pulses of her cunt.
Then I was pulling out, fisting myself, and coming all over those tits.
Holding her up with one arm, my cock in the other fist, her hands beat mine to her chest.
Eyes hooded, her body going slack, she watched me as she rubbed my seed all over herself.
Fuck-drunk and spent, I dropped my forehead to hers and palmed her hard nipples. “Lioness.”
“Blade,” she rasped.
Jesus, I wanted to hear that on repeat. “You good?”
“Yeah.” Her eyes closed, and she aimed her mouth toward mine.
Already so goddamn deep with this woman, I sobered the fuck up. Straightening, pulling a dick move, I avoided the kiss and grabbed her by the waist. “Can you stand?”
Sucking in a breath like I’d startled her, she turned her head. “Yep.”
Fuck. “Look at me.”
“I can stand.”
“Not what I said.”
“I know. I heard you. I’m good, though.” Still not looking at me, she dropped her legs and arms. “I can stand. You can put me down now.”
I set her on her feet, but I didn’t let go of her. Grasping her chin, I brought her eyes back to mine and downloaded. “I’m not under any illusion that I can tame you, Lioness.” I didn’t want to. But fuck, I didn’t want to let her go either. “Tomorrow, we’ll handle the house.” I’d see where her head was at. “Then we’ll take it from there.” Fucking was one thing. Bareback was another. But my mouth on this woman? It’d be a whole new level of deep. For me, and for her. I stroked my thumb across her bottom lip. “You hear me, beautiful?”
Closing her eyes, she inhaled. “I hear you.”
“Good. You’re tired.” I was fucking exhausted. “Let’s get you horizontal.” Turning her toward the water, I shamelessly palmed her tits and squeezed her nipples as I rinsed my seed off her.
Pressing her ass into my cock in retaliation, she hazed me. “I thought you said I needed to go to bed. Aren’t you too old for three rounds in a row?”
“I’m thirty-nine, woman, not fucking dead.” Cupping her, thumbing her clit to remind her who made her come, I didn’t give her more. “Your cunt’s too swollen to take me again tonight.”
Making a sound of protest, she spread her legs. “Says you.”
“Yep.” Shutting off the water, I picked her up and walked out of the shower.
She wrapped an arm around my neck. “Do you have a thing against towels?”
“I have a thing against covering up your sexy tits and ass.” I laid her on the bed and crawled in behind her.
“Lucky me,” she deadpanned, turning around to face me and burrowing in.
“You said it.” Grabbing her thigh, I pulled it over mine, telling myself I was doing it so I’d know if she tried to bolt in the middle of the night. “Go to sleep, woman.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
I didn’t say shit.
Head on my shoulder, hand on my chest, curled into my side, she was out in under three minutes.
Sixty seconds later, with my Lioness right where I wanted her, I fucking fell asleep.