Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
SHAWN
Elvis is angry. His face is even a different hue of red.
I suck in a breath, holding it as I stare at him, waiting for what he’s going to say next.
I can’t even think about how surprised I am to see him sitting right here in front of me.
My body begins to tremble, and instead of taking a step back from me, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest.
“Sweetness,” he murmurs, touching his lips to the top of my head. “I’ll fucking kill her,” he growls.
I can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of me. Tilting my head backward, I look up into his eyes, my gaze searching his. “She’s pissed off because my brother told her that I had some money. Which he told her because he was pissed off—”
“That I kicked his ass out of the club. Maybe I should kill him instead,” he snorts, stopping me midsentence.
“I’m not sure any of it matters. I won’t be here very long anyway.”
His eyes widen, and he takes a step backward, his eyes focused on mine and nowhere else. Like the way he seems to always look at me. There is nobody else in the room, in the world, when his eyes find mine.
“Where you gonna be, sweetness?” he asks.
His voice is so smooth that it sounds like dripping honey. It’s perfection, just like he is. Then he lifts his hand and cups my cheek, and I swear that my breath escapes my lungs in one single whoosh. He chuckles, obviously liking how he affects me.
“I’m looking for another job. This isn’t working.”
“What isn’t?” he growls. “Your cupcakes are the shit, babe.”
Taking a step backward, I turn around, unable to look into his eyes as I speak.
“I’m failing, Elvis,” I admit. “I don’t have money for rent.
What I made on your order pays for next month, but after that, I’m done for.
And honestly, I probably don’t even have enough left over to buy supplies, and now that my mother did what she did, I definitely don’t have enough to replace and purchase new what she trashed. ”
I’m rambling and don’t realize that I’ve said what I have until his chin jerks and his eyes narrow on me. I press my lips together, my eyes widening, and I take a step backward.
“Maybe we should eat. Did you bring food?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
He shakes his head slowly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches me for a silent beat.
Then, before I realize what’s happening, he is charging toward me, and I shuffle backward until my ass slams against the counter.
His hands grip the lip of the counter before he leans forward, his face just centimeters from mine as he growls his next words.
“What did she do?”
I want to tell him to mind his own business, but my mouth completely betrays me and answers him. “She trashed everything on the counter I was working on. She broke four bowls and dumped all my ingredients on the floor,” I whimper.
My words just spill out of me the way he demands. I don’t understand why I just say and do whatever he asks. It’s like whatever wires are attached to my brain and my mouth become unplugged when he’s nearby.
“Because you wouldn’t give her money. The money she knew I gave you.”
It’s not a question but instead a statement. Then he leans forward and presses his hips against mine. I can feel his hard length against my lower belly, and I suck in a breath, holding it as I look up at him.
He leans even closer, his nose sliding along my own, his breath washing over my face. I want him to kiss me right now. I want to feel his body against mine. I almost beg for that, for his touch against my bare skin.
I want it all.
I want him.
Then his lips brush lightly against my own. “You have my protection, sweetness,” he rasps against my mouth. “You have the club’s protection. I’m claiming you right here, right fucking now. You’re mine, and if either of them even looks at you funny, I’ll take care of them.”
I start to ask what that means, but I don’t get the chance because his mouth presses against mine and his tongue slides deep inside of my mouth. He tastes me. Thoroughly. All thoughts completely vanish, and there is only him. He surrounds me. His touch. His taste. Him.
When he breaks the kiss, his lips move down my throat, and I feel his tongue slide across the marks that my mother left. They won’t bruise. It’s just red from her rough squeeze, but they’re marked right now.
“Never again,” he rasps against my neck.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he shifts his hands, wrapping them around my hips and picking me up, then setting my ass down on the counter.
This is not sanitary at all whatsoever, but then again, it’s not like I have any clients who will be walking in the door anytime soon.
“We shouldn’t,” I exhale as his mouth moves up and down my throat, stopping at the hollow and sucking in deep.
One of his hands slides across my belly, his fingers slipping just beneath the waistband until he reaches the button. He pops it, pulling the zipper down so slowly that I can hear every single tooth catch as it descends.
Then he shoves his hand between my legs, cupping me there, and my head falls back, hitting the cabinet that holds my measuring cups.
It bounces slightly, and I’m sure it should hurt, but it doesn’t.
I can feel absolutely nothing other than his hand between my legs.
Nothing else in the whole world exists right now.
His mouth moves to mine again just as a finger slips inside of me. I gasp at the intrusion, my center still tender. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth again. Then he fucks me. My mouth with his tongue, my pussy with his finger.
It’s too much.
I’m not sure what too much, not enough, or the perfect amount is when it comes to this stuff, but right now feels extremely overwhelming. Then his finger curls inside of me, and I whimper. He swallows the sound, chuckling into my mouth, and I take that moment to swallow his sound.
It’s the single sexiest thing to ever happen to me.
This is absolutely the sexiest thing in the whole world.
He is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.
I inhale his scent. It’s the same as it was last night and before that—leather, oil, and then a little spice. It’s perfection. Just like him. Then his thumb presses against my clit, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Elvis lifts his head, breaking the kiss as he looks into my eyes.
They’re half-open, rolling backward, and I begin to pant.
His fingers move, his thumb applies more pressure, and my hands move from his shoulders to the lip of the counter.
My fingers curl, and I hold on to it as I lift my hips to meet his touch.
“I need more,” I breathe. “More.”
He chuckles again, and for a flash of a moment, I think about wriggling out of his arms because of that little laugh, but I’m too close, too needy. And I am just that. So damn needy. I’m not even ashamed of it. Right now, I would do just about anything to come.
Then, as if something, a switch, is turned on inside of me, his thumb presses harder, moves faster, and my hips lift to meet his touch over and over until it rushes through me. My entire body trembles. It unfurls from my belly and consumes every square inch of me.
His hand moves from between my legs before I can even catch my breath. My body, my mind, every part of me is still reeling from my orgasm when I’m lifted off the counter, placed on my feet, then spun around.
“Hands on the counter,” he growls.
I do as I’m told, mainly because it’s him who’s told me, but also because I want more.
Even though I’ve come, I still feel empty. I need him inside of me. The aching between my legs has turned from pain to need—desire. If I don’t feel him stretching me, filling me soon, I think I might actually explode.
Then it happens. He pushes my pants down to my ankles.
His hands grip my hips, and he wrenches me backward just as he buries himself inside of me with one swift thrust. My hair flies over my head as my neck arches, and I let out a loud whimper.
I can’t believe the sound came from me, but as it bounces off the walls, I know it’s my voice.
KING
“Say my name when you come again,” I growl. “Fuck,” I hiss. “Say my name over and over. I need to hear it. My real name.”
“Elvis,” she cries out.
It sounds like goddamn heaven to my ears.
I need more.
“Again,” I grunt, reaching my hand back and slapping it hard against her ass.
I watch as a red print blooms on her skin. This is the only mark she should ever wear.
Mine.
Nobody else’s.
Only mine.
“Elvis,” she moans, pushing her ass farther back.
I slap her a second time and feel her pussy clench, then grow wetter. Jesus fucking Christ. She’s too much. She feels too goddamn good. Sliding my hand up her spine, I curl my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back as I look down at her as I move in and out of her sweet cunt.
“Elvis,” she cries out again. I’ll be surprised if the neighbor doesn’t rush through the door to check on her.
When I tug her head back a little more, she makes a noise in the back of her throat, and I know she won’t be able to yell out any longer. It’s a double-edged sword because I want to hear her say my name, screaming it at the top of her lungs.
My hips slam against her ass, moving in and out of her at a hard and quick pace. Her pussy clenches, and I bend my neck slightly, my lips touching hers upside down from above. I hear her whimper and shift my hand from her hip to wrap around the front of her throat.
“These marks are not from her anymore,” I growl. “They’re mine, and you’ll fucking wear them with pride, sweetness.”
Her entire body trembles from my words, and that’s when I feel her cunt clamp down hard around my cock. I don’t even have time to think about my orgasm. Instantly, my balls draw up, my back tingles, and I bury myself deep inside of her, coming so hard that I see stars. My vision goes goddamn black.
I don’t move. I can’t. I’m not sure what to do.
I can’t see shit, and I’m trembling. My knees almost give out beneath me while I’m still buried inside of her.
Then it’s as if my breath instantly comes back to me.
I suck in air, my vision clears, and I release her hair, folding over her body and wishing she were bare fucking naked right now.
Wrapping my arms around her front, I bury my face against the side of her neck as I catch my breath. “Fuck,” I breathe against her skin.
Fuck.
Reluctantly, I take a step back from her, my cock slipping from inside of her, and I instantly miss her warm heat. There is a moment of silence as she tugs her pants up and I do the same. Then she turns to face me, her eyes wide. She’s shocked, and it doesn’t surprise me.
I’m a bit surprised myself. I didn’t plan this, but seeing her with those marks.
Hearing what her mother did. It pissed me the fuck off.
And it was either beat the shit out of her mom…
or fuck Shawn right this goddamn second to prove that she’s mine in whatever messed-up part of my head that satisfies.
And then there’s the fact that I gave her my protection. I essentially fucking made her my old lady. What the fuck am I doing?
But seeing those marks on her, knowing that someone else dared to touch her, that was too fucking much—too bold. Never again. I cup her cheek and slide my thumb across her bottom lip.
Then my gaze shifts to her neck, and instead of blinding rage when I find the red marks, I feel almost euphoric. I can’t explain it. Flicking my eyes up to meet hers, I give her a smile before I lean forward and touch my lips to hers.
“I brought you lunch. It’s probably cold,” I murmur against her mouth.
She sighs before wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pressing her lips against mine in a hard, closed-mouth kiss.
Almost desperately. Gripping her hips, I gently shift my head backward, breaking the kiss.
I expect her to say something, but she doesn’t.
Instead, she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her gaze searching mine, and then she steps to the side and turns toward the food.
“I’m going to lock the door.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Half my ingredients are in the trash. I was going to make a chocolate cake, but that’s done. And it’s not like anyone is going to walk in here to buy anything anyway. So let’s just enjoy our lunch.”
Clearing my throat, I turn toward the bags as she makes her way to the door and turns the lock. I watch as she turns off the open sign and closes the blinds. Then I grin because I fucked her with those open in the same building I’ve fucking despised my entire life.
Not only did I hopefully erase the bullshit from her mom, but she doesn’t know that she helped to erase some of my childhood bullshit, too. Fuck. There’s something about her, about this place, about this timing.
It all feels so fucking right.