Chapter 10
ten
Jason
God, she makes me high.
I’m pulsing head to toe, I swear, my heart pumping in a new rhythm.
We leave the jewelry shop, the new necklace resting against the notch of her throat, and I hustle her to my truck, which I left in a municipal lot behind the avenue.
I’m going to fuck her against the tailgate.
That’s the only option. I will never make it all the way home with my dick this stiff, and anyway, I’m pretty sure Emma will be home when we arrive.
Meaning, I’ll have to keep my hands off Shea.
Impossible.
We’re going to have to face the music soon and tell Emma there’s something between me and Shea, because our relationship is already getting to the point where I can’t keep my feelings to myself.
I want it understood by everyone that Shea is mine.
I want her in my lap in restaurants. I want to drop her off at class in that shiny necklace.
I want her to sleep in my bed. I want to meet her father and tell him I’ll take it from here.
If that’s sick, I don’t care.
I’ll gladly be called every name in the book for the privilege of being Shea’s man.
Sugar Daddy. Sir. Boyfriend. All of the above.
Furthermore, she has expressed to me that she likes me commanding. Possessive.
I don’t have to tone my instincts down for her. How freeing that is.
We reach my truck and I throw the bags in the rear cab, my mouth already on top of Shea’s.
Devouring it. Letting her know with deep twists of my tongue that she’s about to have a rough ride.
I throw her up high between me and the side of the truck, loving her blissful sigh.
She loves being manhandled. God, this girl couldn’t be more perfect for me.
She’s so perfect, she’s teaching me more about what I need than I ever knew.
“Daddy needs that tight, warm pussy. Get your shorts down.”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers, complying—
My phone rings.
I ignore the interruption, helping Shea tug down her waistband, my hands already getting a tight clutch of her smooth ass cheeks—
But the device rings again—and something just tells me there’s a work emergency.
There is a massive remodel we’re doing not too far from here.
Today, we were scheduled to demo the kitchen.
Problems always seem to crop up on those days.
Mold is found behind a wall or we discover the plumbing is faulty, leading to a higher cost and an uncomfortable conversation with the homeowner.
My phone rings for a third time.
“Fuck,” I grit out.
“You should answer it,” Shea murmurs, kissing my chin, cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere.”
A few minutes later, I regret taking the call.
We’re in the truck, breaking the speed limit to reach the job site, where they’ve found a crack in one of the load bearing walls.
“Should I stay in the truck?”
“No. You go where I go.”
She blushes with pleasure, her eyes sparkling as she moons at me from the passenger seat.
This is right. There’s no way it can be wrong to make this special girl feel like a twenty-four-seven treasure, when that’s exactly what she is.
When we reach the house, I hold her hand on the way to the front door, which is partially ajar.
Knowing my men are inside, I enter, calling out for the foreman.
Paul appears in the kitchen entryway, stopping short when he sees Shea at my side, her hand held tightly in mine.
Three other men crowd in behind him, as if they sense something of interest. They’re looking at Shea…
well, probably a lot like how I looked at Shea when she walked into my house for the first time. How I still look at her.
Like she’s an angel who accidentally tumbled off a cloud and landed on earth.
And because she got warm in the car, she took off her sweatshirt, leaving her in little black bike shorts and a sports bra. Sneakers. That perky blonde ponytail.
Long story short, she looks fucking hot.
I step in front of her, blocking her from view. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring her around a bunch of horny construction workers.
“Who is this, boss?” asks the foreman, craning his neck.
I issue him a warning look. I issue one to all of them. “This is Shea and she’s none of your fucking business. Show me the cracked wall.”
Shea remains tucked into my side, one hand on my back, the other one curled in the front of my T-shirt, while Paul gives me the rundown of the problem.
We stand in the kitchen now, surveying the issue, but I can feel them sneaking glances at Shea, even though she couldn’t be making it more obvious that she’s taken. Their gazes are curious. Impressed.
Lustful.
I can tell they’re trying to fight off the impulse to stare at their boss’s girlfriend, but in the end, they lose the fight. They want what is mine. All four of them. Of course they do. Her young ass in those shorts is pure pornography.
I settle a hand on the curve of her backside to proclaim ownership and she goes up on her tiptoes, snuggling closer. She must feel them staring and want to reassure me.
God almighty, I need to fuck.
And damn, that dominant streak she’s electrified to life inside of me is on fire right now, urging me to let the pack know that I’m the alpha.
That she’s my mate. I can’t believe these animalistic urges are a part of me now, but they feel good.
Like I’m no longer suppressing my baser instincts as a man to make people comfortable.
I’m welcoming them.
“I’m going to show Shea the upstairs.” I brush my lips against her temple. “She’s studying to be a decorator. Maybe she’ll have some ideas about the space.” I guide her out of the silent kitchen, yelling, “Get to work,” over my shoulder.
Shea ascends the staircase in front of me, and I have to grip my balls so they don’t explode, because her ass is killing me.
That suggestive sway of her hips. I’m panting by the time we reach the landing, my cock throbbing in my jeans.
She starts to move around the space, murmuring about lighting possibilities and floor plans.
She squeaks in surprise when I steer her into the bathroom at the top of the stairs.
Slam the door and shove her up against it, trapping her with my body.
I’ve surprised her. Those big, confused eyes blink up at me, but excitement is already beginning to gather there. The breathless need to service me.
“I’m going to fuck you very hard right now, little girl. I’m sorry.” I unfasten my buckle and draw my zipper down, hissing when my cock springs free through the opening, finally able to breathe. “Scream as loud as you want.”
I capture her mouth before she has a chance to respond, and instantly, she’s moaning.
Loosening her neck and letting me maul her from above, inviting my hands to roam up and over her incredibly full tits, groping and massaging them through her sports bra, my tongue delving rhythmically into her mouth.
I’m on fire from the taste of her, the acquiescence.
The shape of her body as it welcomes the strength of mine, molding and confirming to my muscles and roving hands, like a preening kitten who craves attention.
She’s got mine. All of it.
For life.
Her delicate fingers find my cock and she whimpers, stroking me. “Y-you’re going to make love to me here?”
I tilt my hips with a grunt, pushing my erection into her hand.
Obsessed with the way her thumb circles my tip, then strokes down hard to the base, like she’s going on instinct and senses what will make me the hardest. “You give me no choice.” Sipping kisses from her swollen mouth, I work the shorts and thong down her hips, letting them fall to her ankles.
“I need them to know you belong to me. I need to remind myself that somehow my beautiful angel belongs to me.”
“Yes, I do,” she whispers, kicking away the shorts.
Stripping off her sports bra.
That leaves her completely nude, save her sneakers, while I’m fully dressed.
I toss her smaller body up between me and the door, my heart running a marathon in my chest. Skipping beats over the way she looks at me, so trusting. Sweet beyond my wildest imagination. Almost unbearably soft where I push my dick inside of her, her thighs flexing and eager around my hips.
I punch deep and she comes, her pussy spasming. Creaming down the length of me. So slick and tight, my eyes roll back in my head.
“D-Daddy!”
“Oh my God. Oh fuck,” I growl through clenched teeth, bearing down on my lower body to prevent myself from spilling, joining her in the bliss she’s experiencing, her eyes blind, body shaking. “You’re as horny as me, aren’t you? Didn’t even make it one stroke.”
She’s writhing between me and the door, her orgasm pummeling her, that cunt squeezing around me. Squeezing like a vise. “Is that b-bad?”
I would laugh if my urges weren’t so dark.
So immediate. “No, angel. It’s just more proof that you’re mine.
” I yank her thighs higher around my waist and start to ram.
Up, up, up, her deliciously naked body pressed tightly between me and the door, shaking the hinges, the taut cheeks of her ass squeaking as they drag up and down against the shiny wood.
“Hold on tight while I fucking rail you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sobs, clinging to my shoulders, her legs spread for my forceful drives, her sneakers dangling off the floor and occasionally hitting off my outer thighs. “Oh my goodness, you’re so deep.”
Her praise makes my hips thrust with more insistence.
Desperation.
I warned her this was going to be a rough fuck, but my God, I’m not holding back at all as I take her, my cock raging out of her too-snug warmth and pummeling back in, my lower spine in knots, sweat beads rolling down the sides of my face.
I’m mating her like a fucking animal, my molars gnashing, my hands clutching her ass cheeks in a bruising hold while the door’s hinges complain about the abuse.