5. Zeiden
FIVE
zeiden
What was she talking about? Her father was paranoid over the death of his brother? Her father. What was her name?
I could do the easy thing and ask, but I liked to do things my way. The penthouse at our only downtown property was close to the venue we’d just been too, but it was also public. I wasn’t about to take her to our sanctuary even if I preferred my set up there. This would do.
The penthouse was a good escape lately. X hated that I left on my own a lot these days, but it was a hell of a lot easier than seeing them married and happy while I was left in an unknown limbo of where does Zeiden fit?
It was irrational, I knew that. They wouldn’t abandon me anymore than I them, but I needed space away from the happy shit.
I hated change. I hated unexpected things, and yet I wasn’t trying to crawl out of my skin with the beauty in the other room. She was unexpected and unknown, but for some fucked up reason, I’d just reached out and taken her with me like a lost puppy. I chuckled to myself. Yeah, a lost puppy was not a good analogy. More like a woman that was just as in need of escape as me.
I adjusted my suit pants, hating how tight they were growing with every passing thought of her. Well, this was all new to me. Not the part about not acting on the impulse to bury myself balls deep just to get some kind of relief, but the fact that I wasn’t screaming at her to leave. No. I’d just told her to help herself to food. What was wrong with me?
I turned the handle to my room a little too hard, but it didn’t matter. The door opened without protest anyway. I headed straight for my closet where I grabbed a set of joggers and a hoodie. The second the soft cotton let my skin breathe and my cock stretch, I took my first deep breath of the night.
“Uh, excuse me. Mister?”
Mister?
I walked back to the door of my room and leaned against the frame.
“Mister? Just call me Zeid. Mister is reserved for the rich pricks and my dead father.”
She was standing with her heels in her hand in the middle of the living room that was the center of the penthouse.
“Right. Zeid. Now I have a name for my rescuer. I’m Daisy or little dove. Whatever. Just not princess, okay?”
I nodded and waited for her to say whatever the hell she’d called me out here for.
She was looking at me, so there was more coming, I was sure of it, until I saw those beautiful eyes of hers widen and turn away.
Right. Sweats and a raging hard-on. Right. I should have taken care of that first. I adjusted myself before closing the distance with my little runaway. I pulled her chin back in my direction.
“Now you turn away from me? Odd since I already told you I wasn’t a hero. However, I am also not an asshole. Not for you anyway.”
She blinked and I couldn’t ignore the way her pink tongue darted out and licked those perfectly red lips.
“Thanks? I think. So, uh. Zeid the non-asshole-not-my-prince-charming, where can I get some clothes like this?”
And damn if she didn’t just run her perfectly little manicured hand over the black fabric against my chest, stopping right over where my heart may have been if I still had one. If I ever had one.
“You want my clothes now, dove?”
A dainty little finger traced absently over my hoodie, but the thing wasn’t like armor and I could feel every little stroke. I should back away. I didn’t like being touched. Or did I? Did I like her touch?
“I mean, I can pay you back if you order me some clothes. If you don’t want me to use yours.”
I reached up between us, taking her wrist in my hand, but I stopped. I didn’t push her away. I just stood there feeling her pulse under my thumb. Like the feel of her fingers against my chest, it reminded me I was indeed human even after all these years. I was a human and not just a shell possessed by the devil himself.
“Fine. Come with me.”
If X or Cas could see me now, I’m not sure they wouldn’t be sending me to have my fucking head examined because even I was starting to wonder right now.
“Touch nothing in my room, you understand?”
I didn’t actually wait to see what she said, I just pulled her along with me into the closet. It wasn’t bare, but I didn’t keep a lot here. Just necessities. A spare tux and a few other things that one never knew when they might need when doing business in the city.
I grabbed for another one of my hoodies and paused. This was mine. I looked back at her, dropping her wrist and watching her watching me.
“Here.”
What the hell was I doing?
Sharing?
She reached for the sweatshirt. I wasn’t letting go even as her hand tried to pull it from mine.
“No one else is allowed to touch this. Just you. Only you.”
I couldn’t begin to understand myself, but I stepped closer to her, sandwiching the sweatshirt between the two of us.
I reached around her and found the small zipper, pulling it slowly down her back, letting my fingers trail over the soft fabric warm from her body. Underneath I felt what could only be a corset. When the zipper stopped, I finally released the fabric of the sweatshirt, but I didn’t let her go.
I ran my fingers over that fabric, finding the clasps holding it on her. I started from the bottom where the fasteners met her ass, finding a small little string. I’d leave that there for now.
Slowly each little clasp released as I pushed them apart.
“I don’t want any of your rich shit touching my stuff either. Just your body.”
It was then that I realized I hadn’t looked away. I hadn’t stopped watching her watch me the entire time. It was like I wanted to see her just as badly as my soul craved for someone to see me. That last thought, though, I would just ignore. I didn’t need someone. I had X and Cas and now my two sisters. Annoyed as I was with the change, I knew I had them. I knew that keeping my brothers close meant accepting that they needed more than just each other. Gone were the days where we were enough. Gone were the days that I only had two assholes to look after.
“Okay.”
Her quiet little response pulled me away from my thoughts. I studied the creature in front of me, the one that had gotten through my very carefully crafted mask.
She let go of the sweatshirt and stepped away. Such a simple little thing for her to do, but with that movement went the sweatshirt falling to the floor and then her dress and the corset as she held her arms away from her body. That dress had been pretty shredded thanks to my shit attempt at clothing design, but, damn, did it look fucking amazing on the floor in any form.
“Better?”
Fuck if my cock didn’t jump up to answer, stretching my damn sweats to their limit. This was not in my plan for the day.
Her hands slid down her body to the tiny strings of her panties, that I was certain were worth thousands. Her thumbs hooked under the small strings and my damn mouth watered.
Her breasts were fucking perfect.
Her body was beautiful, like a flawless sculpture for only me to admire.
I reached for those hands, my own looking a whole lot bigger against her smaller ones.
“Those may stay. For now. But nothing else except your skin against my clothes.”
This woman had the art of flirting down, because I might have been oblivious to damn near everything but the way she looked up at me under those long lashes and her teeth tugged at her bottom lip.
I couldn’t stop myself. I reached for her chin, running my thumb up to that lip where I traced across its soft plumpness until I freed it from her teeth.
“Little dove, be a good girl and never do that again. Not if you want to keep those panties.”
Her hand tried to loop around my wrist. Why? I felt a small little tug, and realizing she wanted to move my hand, I let her. I let her trail it down between those breasts that would probably star in every damn wet dream I had from now until forever. Down her ribs where I felt her skin pebble with goose bumps. Down her belly that sucked in as my fingers brushed over her navel, and down to those tiny little panties that appeared to be the one topic of conversation I couldn’t get away from.
“Who said I wanted to keep them?” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. A challenge? A promise? I didn’t know but fuck if I didn’t want to find out.
I’d been forsaken by God years ago, but when I slipped my fingers under the little triangle of lace, I was pretty sure I’d just found my heaven.
The way her smooth skin felt under my touch as I found her pussy. I cupped her with my hand, sliding a finger between her folds. I licked my lips as hunger filled me. She was so damn gorgeous. She was soft, and the way she moaned at my touch seemed to stroke a strange note inside me, telling me all those years of trying to kill my heart and abandon my soul hadn’t worked as well as I had thought.
I took my free hand and wrapped it around her waist trying to pull her closer. She barely came up to my chin without those heels on, but it didn’t matter. She was at the right height that my fingers found her tight little entrance all the same. I spread the lips of pussy a little wider, letting me slowly slide up to her clit and back down without entering her.
I liked the way every time I circled her core her breath shuddered. And when I pressed my thumb over her sensitive little bud, she moaned for me.
“Do you ask every guy to kidnap you and then fuck you?” I asked as I sank a single finger inside her.
That might have been the wrong thing to say, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. Or was I? I wanted her to tell me that she didn’t just let anyone touch this beautiful body. I couldn’t explain anything about me with her. There wasn’t logic. But if I leaned in and tasted those lips, I needed to know how many others had been there.
She moaned, and then her small hands were trying to push away from me.
“What?”
I pulled her closer, my hand still between her legs. She was so tight. I knew I didn’t need any answer.
I slid in another finger, trying to stretch her as if this was going to go any further.
“I—” Her words broke off as she moaned as her hips seemed to move without her knowing she was riding my hand.
“You what, dove? It doesn’t matter, because I won’t be fucking you. Not tonight.”
She tried to make words, but the faster I stroked her, the fewer she seemed to know. I felt her weight slouch into me and her arms wrapped around my neck as she tried to hold herself up.
I was already going to hell, so when she looked up into my face with those glazed-over eyes, I did what the devil himself would do and leaned in and kissed her as I fucked her with my fingers.