4. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
***** Demon *****
She looked so frail laying there; how could I tell her no? I knew it would be the death of me, lying next to her side all night.
But what a way to go.
With her in my arms.
Her scent surrounding me.
The two other best ways?
Being suffocated by her pussy on my face.
And dying with my dick buried in her cunt.
She lifted a brow, as if this was a hardship and she had every right to question me. I mean, this was an easy yes, but I hadn’t told her anything.
“You want to be the death of me, don’t you?”
“No, Hugh, not at all. But I feel so much better, safer, with you around.”
“Vixen,” I started, pushing her hair out of her face, “there is no safer with you around. I know you think I pushed you away last time-”
“You did,” she told me, effectively cutting me off.
“Not because I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to do a lot more for you then. Shit, I want to do a whole lot more now. You had to have felt how hard I was?”
“He might have been up.”
“I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I could have given two shits about me, but your dad had already warned all of us. I honestly could have died and would have been happy, but the thought of anything happening to you because I was stupid, that didn’t sit right. Hell, it doesn’t sit right now. But your dad thinks I’m dead, so…” I trailed off, moving back a bit to give her some air.
You could cut the tension between us, and not of all it was sexual. In the last few hours, there were more confessions than I’m sure neither one of us thought would spill out.
“I’ve never had anyone fight for me, you know,” she whispered, and I looked at her. Her eyes twinkled, as if the thought warmed her. And her lips lifted slightly, as if the concept was new. But it shouldn’t be. Her dad should have fought for her.
“It’s a shame, Brandi. You’re far too beautiful, inside and out, to have not had someone defend you. To not want to take a stand for you. Now, scoot over.”
“Aren’t you changing?” Her eyes raked over my upper body that was clad in just a t-shirt. I knew what she wanted, but I also knew I was playing with something explosive if I stripped down. But the look on her face caught me.
With a sigh, I stood up, and yanked my clothing off, letting it fall at my feet.
Her eyes trailed over my skin, I’m sure, clocking the scars and then downward to a dick that was hard and pushing against my boxer briefs. Her teeth caught her lip, and I had to fight back the unwanted groan, knowing that I was only getting harder at the heat in her eyes.
This one did not play fair.
She slowly grinned, wiggled her eyebrows, and then tapped the bed next to her.
Yup, death, that’s the only way this night will end.
“You’re going to kill me,” I whispered as I climbed into bed next to her and pulled the cover over us. She turned slightly so she could trace a tattoo on my pec and nodded.
“Then we can both die happy.”
Her warm breath fluttered over my skin, and I almost lost it all over again. I closed my eyes and then loosely wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. I breathed her in, letting it all soothe my restless soul.
I peeked an eye open, taking a moment to come to terms with the woman beside me. I glanced down at her, her brown locks twisted over my arm and over my chest. A soft smile played on those ruby lips, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss them, to wake her up just like Sleeping Beauty.
But this wasn’t no damn fairytale.
And she wasn’t no princess.
She was a lethal beauty who probably knew more about life than some of the other jackasses in the club. And lessons she didn’t need to be taught all because her father was an imbecile of some epic proportions. At least in my book.
“Mmm,” she moaned, stretching along my body. I had to dig my nails into my hands to keep from pouncing on her. She had a rough night and didn’t need me to make it any worse.
Well, at least she didn’t cry out as if she had nightmares, but the night was still exhausting for her, and I could let her sleep.
In fact, I should make breakfast. I don’t think she’d mind that one little bit.
With a mental groan at having to leave her warmth, I got up, pulled on some shorts, and then padded my way into the kitchen.
At least from here, I could keep an eye on her, or well, at least an ear. I didn’t want to go looking through her saddle bag for anything, even if she could wear it.
Though, by my estimate, everything in that bag would probably be a little too tight for her healing body.
I shook my head, not needing to baby her and set about making some pancakes and sausage, recalling how much she liked that because of the syrup.
Come to think of it, that woman had a sweet tooth a mile long.
I poured some juice and coffee on the tray as I finished up breakfast and made my way back to the room, seeing her gingerly sitting up, her back against the headboard and pillows.
Her hair was tousled and the shirt she had pulled on was the one I had on the floor.
And fuck me senseless, she looked damn good in my clothing.
“Breakfast for me?” she asked, grinning like the cat who had all the cream.
I had cream for her, no doubt.
I mentally shook my head and put the tray over her lap.
“Yes, because you need some good food.”
“I’ve always loved your cooking.” She poured the maple liquid over her pancakes and then looked up at me, a glint in her eye. “There’s other meat I’d like to pour this on too.”
***** Vixen *****
I licked the syrup off my finger, my eyes still glued to his.
I didn’t mean to tease him, but damn it was fun. It was almost as if he wasn’t expecting it, which was odd. Why he thought I wouldn’t be into him, was downright crazy. Other than the age deal, although it wasn’t something that ever bothered me, he was sexy!
His voice was deep and gravely and always caused shivers to race down my spine. I could picture him talking to me, telling me all the dirty things he would do to me. And honestly, I could come just from thinking about that.
But then there was his body. He had muscles, but he also had abs, and damn it all to hell, he had some sexy tattoos. There was the spider web on his hand, the full sleeve of all the parts he loved about a bike, some on his back, and I’m pretty sure I caught one on his calf last night, which was new.
And to me, fuck-me-sexy!
There was also that beard that had always driven me wild. I want to feel it between my thighs, I want to feel it against my boobs, shit, I just want to feel it.
But beyond his looks, he’s also had a deep and old soul, making me connect with him like I hadn’t with anyone before.
Which is why it’s not surprising that I confided in him last night. Or that I feel so comfortable now.
With all that, it shouldn’t be a surprise to me, or really to him, when I move everything aside and then sit up straighter, pulling him closer so that I could plant my lips on his, needing him like I needed my next breath.
He might have thought I was too young a few years back to know how I felt about him or what I wanted, but I wasn’t. And over the years, the feelings hadn’t changed, they hadn’t lessened. I still wanted him now like I did then.
And as of this moment, my dad didn’t know where I was or who I was with, so I had every intention of taking what I could, so long as I was in the position to take it.
He moaned against my mouth, his hand sliding into my hair and it's as if the fact of my dad not happening upon us changed him. His tongue swirled around me as his body shifted. I was still careful with the pains in my body and needing it to heal but I wasn't going to turn away from him.
I didn't get this last time; I'll be damned if I missed out now.
I gasped as I shifted, the pain coursing through my side and he broke the kiss, his breathing as hard as mine.
"I don't want to hurt you.
The meaning was deep in that, we both knew it. But I didn't care. I wanted him.
I wanted his hands back on me.
I wanted his lips against mine.
I wanted his body flush with mine.
I wanted him driving into me like he couldn't get enough of me.
"And I'll give it all to you, Vixen."
I blinked, eyeing his knowing smirk. One, I guess I spoke that outlook, not that I was ashamed by that. And two, that name didn't sound like my name, it sounded like a caress, like a true pet name. And when he said it like that, I was all for it.
"Let me please you."
"What did you have in mind, Demon?" I was going to give him everything he gave me, all the sass and all the flirty bits.
“Just wait and enjoy. But don’t stop me.”
I frowned for a moment, then closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. His lips trailed over my jaw, down my neck, and feathered over my chest, being mindful of bruised areas.
Then he slipped further down, moving the covers along the way. His fingers hooked on the sides of my panties, and slowly, he took them off, tossing them on the floor somewhere, leaving me open and exposed before him.
I looked down at him, twisting my lip because to me, this is so damn sexy. This gorgeous man was between my thighs, and I was about to feel all the things I’ve ever dreamed of.
“You’re wet and it’s all just for me.”
I couldn’t deny it. But I also confessed more than enough, so telling him that he did that to me, that the thought of what he was about to do, or what he could do, was not something I needed to share.
Without a warning, he spread me further, then dived his tongue in, making my hips jerk. Pain shot through my side at the movement, but hell if I cared. All I wanted was more of this mouth, more of this talent.
“What is this?”
I blushed, not wanting to meet his eyes as his tongue flicked over my clit, tugging on the hoop that was there.
“Someone sure is a naughty girl behind her dad’s back. This wet pussy that’s begging to be devoured. And this sexy little hoop that’s taunting me. You sure are one bad little girl.”
“Fuck,” I moaned, his dirty words only twisting me up even more.
He chuckled; his breath hot against my skin as he went back in. He slipped a finger in, then another, pumping them in time with his tongue. I shook my head, wanting to fight off the orgasm, but he wasn’t letting up.
He wanted me to shatter, he wanted me to give him everything.
And who was I to deny him?
I felt my breath catch as he added yet another finger, his teeth tugging on the hoop and I came, harder than I ever had before. I coated his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers and I had no problem with it, no qualms about it.
“Take a moment,” he whispered, placing tiny kisses along my thighs, his beard making me grin.
“What are you going to do?”
I closed my eyes, enjoying the afterglow of it all, my body more relaxed than it had ever been before.
“Go in for round two.”
My eyes shot open, and I looked down at him, the smirk plain as day letting me know he wasn’t releasing me anytime soon and I was his mercy, regardless of whether I wanted to be or not.