Chapter 9
I have a rhythm I wipe my ass to.
—Things you should not say on a first date
QUAID
The woman sleepwalked.
After she dove into bed an hour ago, I decided to get all my reports done from her computer that was resting on the counter next to the sink.
Even worse, I signed in using the most generic of passwords: password123
I was so busy shaking my head at the lack of security, physical and cyber, that I didn’t notice at first when she appeared in the kitchen.
Then, when I did notice her, I was temporarily caught up on the fact that she was wearing very little.
A tiny white tank top that barely covered her belly button but showed off the most perfect set of hip bones I’d ever seen. And my God, her hips. They were just made for a man’s hands.
My hands.
She had a pair of black underwear with little dinosaurs on them covering her shapely ass, and nothing else.
Even her hair, which I’d only ever seen up, was down around her shoulders, swaying across her back as she walked woodenly to the kitchen sink.
At first, I didn’t know she was asleep.
My gaze went to her legs, which were shapely and well-toned, but also had a bit of meat to them.
I was focusing on the way they looked moving her toward the sink when she ran smack into the cabinet.
Then backed up and did it again.
She hit it so hard the third time that her knee bounced off the cabinet under the sink, causing the door to bang loudly with the force, and me to get up with a frown.
“Ellodie?” I called out, reaching for her.
She started to do the whole act again, but I caught her before she could make contact, and turned her toward me.
That’s when I saw the blankness in her eyes.
She wasn’t there.
She might appear to be awake, but I’d been trained in this kind of thing before. My brother, Atlas, was a sleepwalker. Though, walker was a loose term.
He sleep-runs.
There was a time in high school that I’d had to chase him all the way down the street because he was sprinting as fast as he could to somewhere only his sleeping mind knew.
Needless to say, I knew what to do when I realized what was going on, but only because I’d tried the whole waking Atlas thing in the middle of his sleepwalking episodes once and only once.
I’d found out the hard way that Atlas is a fighter when he’s startled. He wakes up swinging, and I’d gotten clobbered by him in the middle of the backyard when I was fifteen and he was twelve and a half.
Catching her gently by the hips and telling myself to ignore how smooth her skin was, I guided her back to bed.
She went willingly, her body snuggling deep into the chair and her nest of pillows and blankets she’d taken off of the bed.
My gaze went to the nearly bare bed, with only a sheet and a pillow left, and my mouth quirked.
I’d have to get more pillows and blankets for the spare bedroom, or she’d hate it.
There were only two pillows and a knit blanket on it with the cheapest set of sheets I could find at the store.
Since it’d only housed my brothers on the rare occasion they slept over, I saw no reason to splurge.
But now, thinking about her soft skin against those scratchy sheets, I suddenly wanted to get her the finest of thread counts.
Heading back to the kitchen and her computer, I got three more reports done before I decided to call it a night.
I had tomorrow—no, today—off, but I knew I had things that needed to be done.
And one of those things currently was snuggled deep into that amazingly comfortable looking chair and a half, snoring loudly enough that I could hear it when I came down the hall.
Grinning at the thought of telling her she snored in the morning, I got ready for bed and stripped down to my boxers.
I found a spare toothbrush underneath her cabinet, along with the most massive stockpile of tampons I’d ever seen, and brushed my teeth.
Then, I fell into her bed, and sighed.
It was very comfortable.
I was falling asleep when there was movement in the room again.
I groaned and sat up, finding her once again heading out the door.
I did this two more times before falling asleep.
I woke up what felt like seconds later with the knowledge that I was no longer alone in the bed.
There was a woman sitting on it, staring at me, with vacant eyes.
I groaned, wondering if I’d ever get any sleep.
Reaching out, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my body.
When she was where I wanted her, I tossed the blanket over her body, and hoped that she’d stay put.
Tiredly, I wondered if I needed to install a couple of locks on my doors at home to make sure she stayed inside, because it was terrifying to think about her getting lost while she was asleep.
She tried to get out of bed three more times before I gave up and curled my leg around her and firmly held her in place.
I tried to ignore the way she felt pressed against me, but I was a man, and she had a very soft backside and boobs that were now piled on my arm, making my mind think of all kinds of dirty things.
Those thoughts took me into my dreams until I was poked awake.
I blearily opened one eye and wondered if she was asleep still, but her very expressive eyes were focused solely on me, and she was very much aware.
“I have to pee like a racehorse,” she told me huskily. “Let me go.”
I let her go, albeit reluctantly.
It took me a few minutes to wake up, but when I did, I couldn’t ignore my raging hard-on any longer and squeezed it, hoping to alleviate the ache.
It didn’t help, and only caused me to yank my hand away when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
When she came back into the room moments later, I had my hands behind my head and I was staring at her, trying to calm my racing heart.
“What?” she grumbled, face flushed.
“You sleepwalk,” I told her.
She opened her mouth, and then closed it, wincing.
“Okay, well I kind of knew that,” she said. “But it only happens when there’s a change in my routine. Like going to bed super late, or trying to sleep in a new place, or possibly even having someone sleeping in my space.”
I shoved the pillows into more of a ball for ultimate comfort before saying, “When we go to my place, will you try to leave?”
“I don’t necessarily do anything besides walk around the room. SometimesI make it out into the hallway, but I never go too far,” she explained.
That didn’t make me feel any better.
But at least where I was living now, if she wandered outside, she’d only make it as far as a gated yard.
ThankGod the pool hadn’t gone in yet.
Her eyes trailed down my body and paused at the sheet at my waist.
I followed her gaze and winced.
My dick was not behaving.
Despite being confined by my underwear, there was a very noticeable tent to the sheets that had caught and held her eyes.
I shifted, and only made it worse, causing the sheets to pretty much conform to my hard cock.
“You, ah…” She stopped and stared some more.
I reached under the sheet and readjusted my dick so that the waistband was holding it flat against my belly.
The head of my cock was exposed to her soft sheets, and her eyes only blinked at the change in position.
“You keep staring like that, and I might think you want me.” I growled, unable to stop the want from lacing my words.
She bit her lip, then slowly trailed her gaze up to meet mine.
That’s when I knew she wanted this as much as I did.
“Come here,” I ordered softly.
Her eyes flared, then her feet brought her to the side of the bed.
Like a snake, I reached out and pulled her toward me using her ass for leverage.
She gasped and fell into me, and seconds later, the only thing that separated us was our clothes as I wrapped her up in the sheet with me.
She licked her lips, and I caught the hint of mint before I slanted my mouth over hers.
The moan that left both of our lips as we finally got a taste of each other would be a memory I’d never be able to forget.
Her arms went around my shoulders, her tiny little nails digging into the skin at my neck, as she pushed up against me in an attempt to deepen the kiss.
I pulled away only long enough to ask, “If we keep going…”
“We’re going to keep going,” she promised.
“This is going to get complicated,” I finished.
She snorted. “This was complicated when I took a bite of your pancakes.”
That was true.
I’d known even then that I wanted her.
But girls needed time to get over their exes, didn’t they?
But the way she was kissing me…
“You’re lost.” She pulled back, lips swollen. “Where are you?”
I hesitated, not sure what to say, and then went with my gut. “I don’t want to be your rebound.”
Her eyes went wide, then she said, “HotCop, you could never be a rebound. You’re the kind of guy that women never recover from.”
That made something inside of me warm.
But unbeknownst to her, I didn’t plan on giving her a reason to need a rebound or recover from anything. I was thinking, right before I slid my hand down her slightly rounded belly, that I was about to fuck the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
She widened her legs, her eyes wide and excited, and I took that as the invitation I needed to slide my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and slip my fingers through her folds.
She was slick and wet, and my God, I wanted to taste her.
I pulled my hand out and she cried out in dismay, but before she could put words to her dismay, I was up on my knees between her legs, and ripping her panties off her body.
She gasped at the move but did nothing as she waited to see what I’d do next.
I dropped down to my belly, legs hanging off the end of the bed, and tasted her.
Her arousal exploded on my tastebuds, and I moaned against her clit.
Her body jerked against my mouth, and I grinned against her pussy lips.
“Stay still, Calamity,” I ordered. “I’m pretty hungry.”
Her hands went to my hair, her breasts heaving, as she mewed.
I licked her clit, slowly circling it with small, light strokes until she was teetering, then thrust two fingers inside of her at once.
She cried out, her hips bucking up into my mouth, and I sucked her clit between my lips.
Her knees squeezed my head as I curled my fingers inside her, and oxygen became a thing of the past for a few seconds as I worked her higher and higher.
Breathing in a quick breath, I went back to work, licking and sucking, while fucking her with my fingers, until she was crying out in sweet agony.
My shoulders tensed when she finally let me go, and then starfished on the bed as she tried to catch her breath.
I got up to my knees, dick throbbing, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Once there, I took in her body. The way her breasts heaved and jiggled. The way her slightly rounded belly moved rhythmically as she tried to catch her breath. The way her sweet pussy glistened, ready and waiting for more.
Her eyes were glassy and sated when I shoved my boxer briefs down, and eventually off.
My cock bobbed, and at the very tip, a bead of pre-cum was dotted at the opening.
Her eyes went electric, and I reached over the bed for my pants, my cock dragging along the bedspread as I did.
Finding my wallet, I fished out a condom and rolled it on, keeping my eyes on hers the entire time. She licked her lips and widened her legs.
Crawling back between her legs, I fisted my cock and placed myself at her entrance for all of a half a breath before I started to push inside.
My abs tensed, my breathing hitched, and I saw heaven.
She felt like everything I never knew I wanted.
Hot. Wet. Strong.
She gripped my cock like I was her lifeline.
“Oh my God!” she breathed out. “Jesus, Quaid, wait!”
I waited.
I waited so long I felt like I was going to die as she adjusted to my size.
“You’re so big,” she breathed. “MyGod.”
I didn’t think I was that big, but the way her eyes were watering, maybe I was just large for her.
“I love that you just gave me that huge compliment,” I said, voice slightly strangled, “but I’m not all that big.”
She reached down to the bit of exposed cock that hadn’t quite made its way inside her, and then circled the girth with her hand.
She came back up and showed me her fingers. “I have unusually long fingers, QuaidCarter, and these don’t even fit all the way around you.”
I smirked. “Long fingers don’t commensurate to much when you’re the size of a doll.”
She did this weird spin move, and then all of a sudden, tiny little thing that she was, she had me on my back and was on top of me.
I laughed when she tried to rise up onto her knees to get my cock at her entrance and couldn’t.
Using the strength of my arms only, I lifted her up enough that she could notch me at her entrance, and then slowly lowered her down onto my cock.
She groaned, throwing her head back, exposing her throat that I wanted to wrap my hand around.
I’d always had darker thoughts when it came to the bedroom life.
I wanted to be in control.
I wanted to dominate everything, including my willing ladies.
I wanted to ride them hard.
I wanted to force them to go past their limits.
I wanted to make them come, even when they didn’t think they could anymore.
I’d never allowed my dark desires to stray past a point when it came to my bed partners.
ButI had a feeling Ellodie could handle just about anything I threw her way, even the worst of my desires.
“Quaid,” she keened when I forced her past her limits. “Oh, baby. You’re so big. I feel like I’m about to burst.”
When she finally had all of me, her ass to my groin, my cock so deep inside of her that I was panting with the need to move, I stilled.
“I think I need to move,” she breathed.
I wasn’t a small guy. I was two hundred and forty-four pounds of lean muscle, six-foot-two inches tall. She was all of five-foot-five and had trouble using her knees to ride me because my midsection was thick, and she had to spread her legs to accommodate my torso.
So even though she couldn’t rise up and fall down on me far, she did know how to undulate her hips in a rhythm that had me seeing stars.
My hands went to her hips, and I held on for dear life while I tried, and failed, to hold myself back.
“CanI help?” I rasped, my heart pounding inside my chest.
“Please,” she breathed. “ButI don’t need much more…”
I lifted her up, and slammed her back down on me, causing her to cry out and her fingers to dig into my chest.
There was no doubt in my mind that she was breaking the skin, but neither one of us seemed to care as I continued lifting and shoving.
Soon, we’d set a rhythm, and I was so close to the edge this was going to be embarrassing if she didn’t come soon.
Luckily, fate took pity on me, and she started to tighten up.
Her body collapsed onto my chest, and I held her to me tightly as I continued the punishing rhythm.
She twisted her head so that her face was buried in my neck, and then she was crying out, right into my ear.
I absorbed the pain of my ear drum bursting, but ultimately had no other choice but to ignore it because I was following right behind her.
I came so hard there were no hurts that could affect me.
I was flying.
So fucking high.
Never.
Never had sex been like this before.
The passion and the need, paired with the absolute certainty that it would never, ever be like this with anyone else, was fucking scary.
Did she have any fucking idea how much of my life she now held in her ‘long-fingered’ but tiny hand?
JesusChrist.
“I think,” I said after a long second, ringing now becoming more and more obvious in my ear, “that you broke my ear drum. ButI also think that I don’t really care.”
Her body started to buck as she giggled against my ear, much more softly this time than she had earlier.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed. “I…I might’ve lost control. I wasn’t thinking about anything but you.”
That made me feel like I was ten feet tall.
I twisted us, my cock falling free of her very juicy pussy, and put her on the bed beside me.
“Gotta go take care of this…” I trailed off when I heard movement outside.
Seconds later, a pounding at the door had us both turning toward her closed bedroom door.
I got up, my cock still heavy, and slipped the condom off.
She scrambled up behind me and started to yank clothes on haphazardly.
“Who is that?” she asked as she ran for the door.
SinceI knew who it was, I didn’t tell her to stop. I did, however, make a mental note to let her know that she wouldn’t be answering anymore doors.
Once the condom was discarded, I stretched, lifting my arms up high over my head.
WhenI was done, I bent down to grab my white undershirt that had somehow made it in the bathroom doorway and turned.
AsI did, I caught the look of desire on Ellodie’s face all the way across the apartment, where she’d hesitated opening the door to get her look of me.
Her gaze trailed down the length of me before it came to a stop at my cock, which was still semi-engorged.
WhenI gave her my full attention, she didn’t blush.
She just shrugged and said, “You can’t blame a woman for looking.”
No, I guess I couldn’t.
She watched me get fully dressed, putting on a pair of well-worn jeans that I kept in my truck, sans underwear.
The socks were next, and still she watched.
“I was gonna tell you not to answer the door unless you know who it is, but seems you already know that,” I said as I walked toward her.
She opened her mouth, then closed it.
“Uh, well.” She winced, cheeks pinkening. “I might’ve forgotten what I was doing.”
I fucking loved that.
I loved that I made her forget what she was doing and ignore the pounding that was still coming from the door behind her.
Walking out to the front door, I was unsurprised to find my brothers on the other side of it.
Every last one of them.
And my dad.
I tilted my head and stared. “What are y’all doing here so early?”
I didn’t bother to ask them how they knew where to go. We all followed each other’s locations. There was no doubt in my mind they’d looked me up and followed me here.
“You shack up with a woman, and don’t expect us to come over to see?” Quinn asked as he pushed into the room.
I stepped aside to let them in, and the more that piled in, the more that Ellodie backed up.
Her eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape, as she watched us watch her.
“Wow,” she breathed. “You are all very tall, and very muscular, and very hot.”
I snorted, pushing through them to get to her. Once there, I faced my brothers, and started the introductions.