Chapter 36
chapter
thirty-six
Stella
“ T his is a terrible idea,” I said as Seven backed me right up onto the hood of his car. The engine was still warm, and it let out little pops and crackles as it cooled. A lot like me and Seven. He’d barely parked and closed the garage door before he was dragging me out of the car and onto it.
“The worst,” he agreed, mouthing kisses along my jaw to my throat as I undid the buttons on his shirt. The tie and jacket were already gone. He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the hood itself. When he slid his hands down to my legs, I gave a little jolt at the heat of his palm on my inner thigh. “Fuck, I love that this dress has a slit. You need slits added to every single outfit.”
“Excuse me?” I tilted my head back but he wasn’t listening. He was kissing a path to my breasts, and he’d already dropped the spaghetti strings to bare them. The outfit had little cups in the top and you couldn’t really wear a bra with it comfortably.
He palmed each breast and then sucked one of my nipples against his teeth so hard, I groaned. Holy shit, that hurt and felt so goddamn good at the same time. I yanked his shirttails out of his pants as he thrust three fingers into me.
Where the fuck had my panties gone? Seven fucked hard and furious. He didn’t give me time to think about anything. Probably wise, because I was already swollen from fucking Ollie before I had to get ready and then Gem in the shower afterward.
The dopamine infusion made the evening so much more pleasant and almost took my mind off all the crazy stalker fans. Yes, I was starting to see them everywhere.
“Fuck,” I swore as Seven bit one of my nipples hard enough that it stung.
“Focus, Stray,” Seven ordered as he spread my thighs wider. “I’m working here.”
A laugh bubbled out of me. “Apparently not well,” I lied. “Or your dick would already be in me, Spawn.”
That got his head up, and I had about three seconds to reconsider the challenge. Then he had his pants down, his dick out, and holy shit, he slammed it in so hard, I swore I felt my uterus quiver at the idea of him trying to reach it.
“Paying attention now?” The dark, delicious note in his voice had me arching.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned, not that he waited for the endorsement to start rocking into me. No, he shifted my hips higher, and I locked my ankles behind his ass. It had me sprawled out on the hood of his car while he set an unrelenting rhythm.
“That’s it, Stella,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch and then beg me for more.”
No, I was absolutely not begging for shit. Except… I locked eyes with him. “Make me.”
His lips pursed and his eyes went practically incandescent with that challenge. “If you insist.”
I was so damn close to orgasming, I wasn’t ready for him to retreat so abruptly. From long, hard thrusts, he shifted to shallow, barely there dips. When I tried to pull him in with my thighs, he let out a dark laugh.
“Not until you beg for me, Stray.”
Ass. Hole.
I glared up at him as he grinned at me. He stroked one thigh, then between us, to where he was inside me. But the contact was so barely there and gone again.
“Fuck, I hate you,” I groaned, already regretting my infatuation with his moody ass.
His responding chuckle only made it worse. Dick.
“Just one little please ,” he whispered, leaning over me. I could feel him everywhere and I just wanted him to?—
“Goddammit,” I growled.
“Mm-hmm,” he said with an almost mournful shake of his head.
“ Seven .”
Then he slid his hands under my ass and there was a finger probing right at my asshole. I snapped a look at him.
“You can do it, Stella,” he coaxed, the agony of those half thrusts leaving me vibrating on the edge of frustration. “I know you can.”
I seized his open shirt and hauled myself up until we were nose to nose. “Fuck me like you mean it, Seven,” I ordered him.
“That’s not begging,” he murmured, then nibbled a little kiss along my lower lip. “I could just leave you like this, I suppose.”
I glared. “Fine.” I’d just get Gem…
“Gem is wrapping up the last of the night stunts tonight.”
I groaned and almost slumped backward. Damn his mind-reading abilities.
He clicked his tongue thoughtfully. “And come to think of it, Ollie’s doing that interview with late night and isn’t even in the city. It will be hours before either of them get back.”
“I hate you,” I promised him again.
His grin was pure triumph. Sadly, the dick was right.
“Please, Seven,” I simpered at him, batting my eyelashes. “Please give me your dick and fuck me like an animal.”
Laughing, he dragged me into a kiss that devoured me before deepening his thrusts again. He didn’t make me wait or beg for it as he fucked harder and deeper until I was pretty sure there would be an imprint of him on my bones.
The last thing I expected was the thrust of his finger into my ass. The burn and the pressure shoved me right over, and I was screaming his name.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Spawn!”
Well, close enough.
I was pretty sure I blacked out when he finally let go and came. His broken breathing matched my own as I surfaced. That was something. I had no idea how long we lay there, but eventually Seven eased out of me.
Didn’t matter. I could still feel him.
“You know,” I said, “I must like you a little bit.”
“Yeah?” He was stripping off his shirt and then dabbing it between my legs. Oh, fuck, that was way too much contact. I squirmed but he didn’t back off. “Just blotting some of this up, though I don’t mind if you walk through the house with my cum on your thighs.”
Leaning up on my elbows, I planted my barefoot against his chest. Where the hell had my heels gone? Problem for another day. “You like the idea of your cum running down my legs.”
“I do,” he admitted, and when I blinked, he grinned. “Surprised?”
“That you said you like anything about me?” I raised my eyebrows. “You could say that.”
“Come on, Stray.” He peeled me off the car hood, and it was definitely peeling me off—my sweaty ass had gotten a little connected. We both paused to look at the very clear ass print on the hood. “Hmm, I might keep that. Could start a whole new trend.”
The house was quiet as he guided me inside, collecting some of our discarded clothing as we went. The code he entered was familiar now. They’d given all of the codes to me. There was even one to send an alert to the cops, and another that would send alerts to them.
Seven paused in the kitchen, where he collected drinks and snacks. Oh, food sounded good. Then he took my hand, and upstairs we went. I could have just gone to my own room, but he had the food and he went into his.
I let him bully me into the shower— after I put my hair up. I didn’t want to wash it again right now. His cock was all up and straining when we got out, and I decided to do him a solid and sank to my knees right there on the tiled floor.
Edging him might have also played into my plans because it was my name he chanted before I let him come. His release had me choking because, just like with my cunt, he didn’t back off.
Finished, he dragged me up and then carried me to his bed, where he proved that Gem and Ollie were not alone in their pussy-eating skills.
I lost track of orgasms. When he flipped me onto my stomach and thrust into me even as he smacked my ass, my endorphins lost their damn minds. Pretty sure I mewled like a kitten when we were done. Or maybe I was just purring.
This time when he got a cool rag, he was careful with cleaning up his mess and then setting something chilly against the fresh welts he’d left on my ass.
“This isn’t too much, is it?” The soft question roused me from my stupor, and I glanced up to find him studying me.
“No,” I said “Not really. Unexpected? Sure. But I like it in the heat of the moment. The next day or two of feeling it every time I sit down? Debatable.”
His smile was so wide and beautiful, I forgot how to breathe. “I never want you to forget what it feels like to have me.”
“I had gotten that impression,” I teased him, and he shocked the hell out of me by nuzzling a soft, almost-sweet kiss to my lips. Then he straightened and reached for one of the apple slices he’d grabbed in the kitchen along with some cheese.
The first bite was pure crisp fruitiness with the edginess of the sharp cheddar. “Hmm.” I pushed up on my elbows and he took his time feeding me and himself. Then we split some water.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Seven said, and I flicked a glance up at him. The emotion in his eyes stymied my next smart-ass response.
He offered up more fruit and cheese, and I accepted them and sucked on one of his fingers. His pupils seemed to dilate farther as he watched me. Then he slid his free hand up to loosen my hair and stroke his fingers through it.
“Will you stay in here with me tonight?” It was an invitation. The last time, after the car crash and my subsequent panic attack, he’d just brought me in here and that was that. We hadn’t discussed or acknowledged that it’d even happened, and I hadn’t slept in his bed since.
My heart did an uncomfortable twist.
The weight in the question threatened to suffocate me. Ropes of tension looped around me…but ultimately I wanted to stay.
“Unless you were planning on carrying me to my room, I guess I have to. Not sure I can walk after all of that.” I was aiming for casual and nonchalant and wasn’t totally sure I nailed it.
The smile kicking up one corner of his mouth made my stomach bottom out. The ease in his expression, the openness in his eyes, and the warmth in his smile were absolutely devastating to my equilibrium.
He just did not need to know that—his already enormous ego did not need the boost.
“If I wore you out that much, I better keep you close, so I can look after you.” He fed me another slice, and this time he added a thin wafer of dark chocolate. Oh, having expected the cheese, the chocolate had my eyes drifting shut and another moan escaping me.
Instead of turning on a movie or music, we just lay there, with him feeding me and absolutely seducing my senses with his apples and chocolate and drugging kisses.
When we were done, he wrapped me up, tucking my head to his chest. I stayed there ’cause I was too damn spent to move—that was my story and I was sticking with it.
Lights out, he stroked his fingers up and down my back, the light massage sending me deeper. I was so ready to sleep. “You really are something special, Stella.” The soft words threatened to leash me to him forever. “More than you know.”
Yeah, I couldn’t do this. It was too much and I was going to end up making a fool out of myself with words like love and want and need . So I walked my fingers up to press against his lips. “Shh. Sleep now.”
He nibbled one of my fingers, then captured my hand in his. “Mine now.”
“Shut up,” I growled. “Or I will go sleep somewhere else.”
My eyes snapped open as a shock rippled through me. Seven Harrison made me feel safe. Like Gem and Ollie. That thought was going to leave a mark. Fuck. What was I supposed to do with that? With all of them? I couldn’t decide this now, so I closed my eyes again. Despite the surprise, I was also exhausted and warm. The asshole was still chuckling when I finally fell asleep, wrapped up securely against him.
A wild shriek woke me with a jolt.
The room was mostly dark and the bed next to me empty. But I could still smell Seven—and feel him. Blinking with sleepy confusion, I jerked my head at the movement of a woman right next to the bed.
Woman? What the shit?
Three things hit me at once.
One, she was dressed like one of the cleaners, and she looked just like the woman from the reel who’d been cosplaying as me.
Two, she looked really pissed off.
And three, she had what looked like a weapon in her hand.
I tried to roll away as she swung it, and it slammed into the pillow where my head had been.
Then she shrieked again. “You slutty whore! You’re fucking dead !”