Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ALENA
It’s a hot, harrowing experience, waking up in the beefy, inked arms of a man.
Memories flash. It takes me a moment to parse what was real and a dream.
The rescue.
The Wedding Singer.
A Slurpee and the sweetest, sexiest man taking care of me. My dream.
My nightmare?
Oh shit, I sleepwalked last night.
I always wake with a bruise on my heart from it. I’ve had it for so long, missing my mom, but it’s not as strong as this luscious, heavy feeling wrapped around my body.
Loch.
Yesterday, he agreed—there is something special between us.
This morning, it’s hard, pressing against me.
Gently, I turn in his sleeping embrace, wanting to write a thank-you note to Fate. Because, holy hell, the muscles on this man. The ink. The grinning devil on the center of his chest.
I kiss it, trailing my lips up, kissing the Egyptian eye protecting the soft hollow of his throat, though there’s nothing soft about him. He’s stirring, firm against me. His breath deepens with my lips on his neck, his skin smelling like a manly dessert: sweet tobacco and vanilla.
After everything Loch did for me yesterday, I’m his. I don’t need to go slow.
He’s the one.
You can’t convince my heart otherwise.
And right now? He’s the perfect specimen of a dangerously endowed man. My fear of his size is dwarfed by my desire to explore it, my lips finding the same spot on his neck that he claimed on mine.
I kiss, suck, then gently bite it, rewarded with his rousing moan. His massive body stirs, silently shocking me, fisting my hair, and forcing my lips to his.
Without a word, we kiss for moaning minutes, our hungry tongues awakening every part of my body—his too. His erection won’t stop swelling even larger, rutting against my center, making me ravenous.
I’m too attracted to him, too ready and reaching down, confirming if it’s real. And oh my god, it is. I can’t even wrap my hand around his thick dick, so I palm his length, making him groan into our kiss. “Mmm. Fuck, Alena. Don’t. I’ll lose control with you.”
I squeeze his meaty shaft. “I want you to lose control with me.”
“No, you don’t.” He nips my bottom lip, his voice gruff. “We need to go slow. You need to know who I am, remember?”
“I know who you are.” I pull back, searching his aqua eyes. “I sleepwalked last night, didn’t I?”
“Yes.” He brushes a lock off my face. “You were looking for your mom.”
Tears bite at my eyes. “And you stayed? It didn’t freak you out, and you didn’t leave?”
His fingertips brush my cheek. “I’ll never leave you.”
“And that’s who you really are, isn’t it? The kind of man who doesn’t run from my tears?”
“I swear I only want to make them go away.” It’s true. It’s in his watery gaze.
But so is something else. It’s stirring. Deep. Painful. Like he hates hiding it. “Who else are you?” I ask.
His pause makes me hold my breath until he shares, “Promise me, when you know who I really am, you’ll give me a chance.”
“What do you mean?”
He nuzzles his forehead to mine. “It means we’re all more than one person.
Some we show; some we hide. Like yesterday, you showed everyone you’re a lioness for another woman, and it was beautiful.
You’re beautiful. Covered in dirt. Sipping Slurpees.
Lying in my arms.” His eyelids drop. “Keeping your hand on my dick. Goddamn, Alena, it gets really fucking hard for you. Careful.”
Did I forget my hand was stroking his massive erection? Or more? Do I never want to let it go?
I don’t know. I’m so drawn to Loch, lust and logic collide. All I feel is suddenly safe, seduced, sexy. “I want to know more of him. The one who’s hard for me.”
Reaching down, his hand brushes mine away from his erection. Cupping my slickening sex, hidden under his sweatpants, he murmurs, “You want to know who I really am, Alena?”
“Yes.” I gasp at his touch.
“This is me.” He doesn’t let the soft cotton get in the way. “I take control. I please.” He uses it, pressing his palm against the thin fabric over my excited clit. “I get off on controlling your pleasure. Like this…”
His fingers rub my pussy lips, massaging, caressing, spreading, exploring. His stare is dominating. His touch on my clit, everywhere and barely there, is exactly what I need. I moan, spreading my thighs even wider for his touch.
“Good girl,” he praises, gazing down at me. “I watch your breath. Your eyelids. Your skin. Your arousal until I understand what you need, and then I control it. It gets me off. This is who I am, Alena.”
His strength pins me against the mattress, his skilled hand conjures the deep ache between my legs until I’m panting into his kiss. Lifting my hips, my pussy’s so wet and engorged, he makes it pulse, my walls throbbing with need.
“I can please you for hours.” He steams over my ear, “Is this who you really are, Alena? A good girl who needs me to please her wet pussy all day?”
“Yes.” I sigh over his cheek. “Please, Loch. It’s been so long. I need…”
I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to tell him what happened or why. How I was desperate and crossed a line my first time. My only time, and it’s been so many years. If hymens could grow back, mine has.
Or maybe it’s been my shyness, my insecurities. I try so hard to be a sex-positive, body-positive woman, but I fight my inner dialogue every day. Seeing every flaw, every fold. The voices of my bully still mock my body, making me hide it.
But not with Loch.
He doesn’t even need to expose my skin to give me pleasure like I’ve never felt. He’s in control, making it build. I feel owned, on the edge of an orgasm only he can give.
“It’s been so long, and now you need me here, don’t you, Alena?
” He sucks that tender spot on my neck as his middle finger slides between my lips, his fingertip barely probing my entrance, his palm rubbing my clit through the cotton I’ve soaked with his touch.
I moan, and he grinds his erection against my thigh.
“Your sweet cunt needs me, doesn’t it, Alena? ”
My name, he keeps saying it. My pussy, he keeps pleasing it. My body, he keeps taking me down, deeper into desire I’ve never felt, and it’s a delicious drowning.
“Focus on how this feels,” he demands. “On trusting my touch. On how you’ll let me please you anytime I want and make you come. Won’t you, Babygirl?”
“Yes.” He’s making my thighs shake. My lips, pressed to his scruffy cheek, tremble. I’m trapped by his domination, and don’t want to be free. I want to be fucked. I lift my hips for him. “Yes, Loch, please. Make me your dirty girl.”
“Oh fuck, yes,” he growls, grinding his hard dick against me. “You want to be a dirty girl for me, Alena?”
“Yes,” I rasp desperately.
“You’re open, gasping, and getting so wet.” His lips tease my ear. “You want me to please your pussy all day, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I gasp, dizzy.
“Straighten your legs; tense your thighs.” His finger rouses my clit, whirling and rubbing, pleasure binding tight in my core. “When I make you come, it’ll make it so fucking intense for us.”
I obey, locking my legs, flexing my muscles; instantly, feeling the luscious difference.
“Good girl.” He groans. “I knew you could do it. You can be such a sweet pleasure slut for me, can’t you? Say it, Alena.” He tugs my hair, forcing my stare to anchor to his aqua eyes. “That’s who I am. I’m your Dom. Say it.”
“Yes… Yes, Loch.” I don’t know what he’s doing to my body, to my mind, but I want it.
He rubs my clit harder, and I shudder, panting for it, proud of it.
“Please, make me ride your big dick with my wet pussy while you suck my nipples and finger my virgin ass. Make me come so hard for you. I want your cum dripping down my thighs. Please.”
He angles back. Eyelids hooded. Breath huffing. Shocked, like he’s seeing me for the first time. “What did you just say?”
I flinch. “I’m sorry. I—”
“No.” His finger strums my clit even harder.
“Don’t ever be sorry. Just say it again.
Say who you are.” His finger is unrelenting as he searches my eyes like he’s asking my name.
“Are you my dirty girl, Alena? Do you want me to make you my sweet slut while my big dick comes all over your pretty lips?”
I’m right here, on the sweetest edge for him. His control. His words. His touch. “Yes.” I gasp, my tensed legs shaking so hard.
“Then say what we are together, Alena,” he demands, probing my wet entrance. “Say how I’ll make you do every dirty-girl thing for me. Every hole. Every place. Everyone watching. Say it. What’s my sub’s name?”
Sub. Dom. Dirty. Pleasure. Kink. Coming. Finally. “Babygirl. Oh god, Loch, I’m your Babygirl.” The chains on my body snap, and I buck, convulsing, falling over my edge with a blinding, white-light orgasm.
“Yes, my dirty girl,” he praises the sight of making me come. I’m shuddering with back-breaking pleasure, wet lust soaking my thighs.
I don’t know how long it lasts before Loch kisses my huffing lips. “See? You’re more than one person, too, aren’t you, Alena? Secretly, you like being dirty, and I love making you do it. Is that who we are together?”
“Yes.” Why am I fighting tears? Happy ones? I don’t know. I just feel free.
He nuzzles my nose. “We’re definitely something special together?”
“Yes.” They fall from my eyes.
He sees them, softly kissing where they wet my hair. “Then you’re mine, Babygirl. Say it, Alena.”
“Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”
Did I ever have a choice? Not when Fate put the perfect man beside me, holding me, promising to never leave me.
He releases his control. Pulling back, he lets me breathe. “The Dom-and-sub part. It’s about consent and trust. Pleasure and control. Is that what you want, too?”
I nod, panting, not needing to be sure what it will mean; I just want him. More of him. Now.
I watch him read it in the flutter of my eyelashes. Good god, how does he do it?
Tugging on my waistband, his eyes ignite, his erection soaring under his sweatpants. “You want me to eat your pussy? You want me to make you squirt in my mouth until my cock is ready to come on your cunt and then I’ll eat it again? Is that what you want? Say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”
“Oh my god. Yes, Sir.” My eyes roll, not believing I’m this lucky. That I have a man like Loch, wanting to eat my pussy, covered in his cum, and I’ll let him.
I’ll let him do anything to me.
He kisses me, pulling down my sweatpants, starting to expose my drenched sex, excitement buzzing through me… but so does my phone.
Suddenly, it chimes in my backpack on the floor.
I flinch to answer it, but he growls over my lips. “Leave it. You need to come for me again.”
Hell, yes, I do, but… “That’s the boss. That’s his ringtone.”
Loch lifts from our kiss, rasping, “He can wait.”
The phone chimes again.
“No, Paul’s calling to check on me. If I don’t answer, he’ll drive up here and bust us. He lives just down the mountain.”
Loch falls back, flopping onto the bed with a frustrated groan. It’s kinda cute as I crawl over him, craving his tented sweatpants and the dark drops on them.
I grab my phone. “Morning, boss.” Please, don’t let me sound orgasmic.
Standing on wobbly knees, I watch Loch, shamelessly staring at me with his erection while I get a lecture from our head ranger. “Yes, sir. I’m fine… I know… Just wanted to get her to safety… Oh… Thank you. Yeah, uh, I understand. But—” I nod. “Okay, if you insist.”
My heart rate skyrockets at his next question.
“Uh, no. I haven’t seen Waring.” The boss asks me about Loch. “Yes, sir. And… Thanks, Paul. I just want to make sure she’s okay. You’ll tell me if you hear something, right?”
With the mention of Sasha, Loch’s arousal evaporates with mine. I end the call, telling him, “We’ve been ordered to take two paid days off. He’s about to call you, so answer.”
Loch does. He gets the same orders from our boss, while I give Mutt a good-morning pet, scratching behind his ears before filling his water bowl.
When Loch’s done, he looks at me, grinning. “Let’s go home.”
“Home?” Butterflies tickle my belly. “Me and you? Together?”
He crawls out of bed, stalking my way with his cock hanging way too long in those sweatpants. “This is us, happening, Alena. There’s something between us, and we’re taking a chance together. Right? You’ll give me one?”
Why do I suspect I’ll give him a hundred chances and my life?
I grin, quipping, “Do I answer like your sub or your girlfriend?”
Shit! I wince. Me and my awkward mouth sometimes. Men freak out at that word, right? Why did I blurt it? Too many romcoms, I fear.
But he grins, unfazed. “Yes, and yes.”
Yes? Really?
“But how does it work? Any of it?” I whisper. “I’m new at this.”
He won’t stop grinning like he’s found hidden treasure, lingering his fingers on my cheek.
“I’m going home with my new girlfriend. I have a friend in Charleston who lets me and Mutt crash at his place, and today, I’ll visit my mom, and you’ll visit your dad; tell him what a badass you are.
And tomorrow? I’ll take you on a date. We’ll play in the sand at Botany Bay. That’s how we’ll work.”
That’s one of my favorite places. How did he know?
It sounds too good to be true. “But we gotta drive separate trucks,” I insist. “If we’re busted on a road trip together, the guys at work—”
“We got this.” His lips seek mine. “I’ll secretly stalk you wherever you go.”