Chapter 14
My disbelief that Scorpion had been attracted to me when I was a teenager was almost gone.
In its place was a burning desire that was about to consume me.
It was doused when he stood with me in his arms.
“No!” I shouted.
He stopped moving and gave me a concerned glance.
“What’s wrong?”
“You need to put me down before you hurt yourself.
I’m way too heavy for you to carry,” I admonished.
I tried to put my feet on the floor, but the way he was holding me under my ass prevented it.
Scorpion gave me an incredulous look.
“You think I can’t carry you?”
“I’m not questioning your manhood.
I just don’t want you trying to do it.
It’s not worth hurting yourself.
I can walk.” I wiggled a bit to signal him to let go. The stubborn man didn’t.
He glanced over at Fenrir, who was watching us.
“Do you believe her, buddy? Your mistress thinks I can’t handle her.
I’ve got to prove that I’m more than capable of carrying her sweet ass.
These arms not only can carry you, but they’ll also hold your lush body up while I fuck you against a wall or toss and twist you into whatever position we want so that I can fuck you more,” he growled.
I shivered.
I’d never had a man say such things or be able to do them.
I was a big woman.
The five-foot, one-hundred-pound twigs got that, not five-foot-eleven Amazonians. Before my scattered brain cells could form more words, Scorpion began walking out of the living room. The only other room on this floor besides the kitchen and living area was a half bath and what I called my office.
“Where’s your bedroom, Blossom? Or would you rather sit and have more tea?” he teased.
I smacked his chest.
“Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
My bedroom is the first room at the top of the stairs.
You can put me on my feet whenever you like,” I taunted.
“Stay, Fenrir.
Disregard any screaming you hear.
They’ll be screams of pleasure,” he smugly told my dog.
I clung to him as he carried me up those stairs like he did it every day.
There were no panting breaths or groans.
When we got to the top, he wasn’t even breathing loudly.
My bedroom door was open. He walked inside. The daylight was coming through the slats in my shades, so it wasn’t dark. He gently kicked my door shut. I was taken to the bed and laid out on it.
I heard Fenrir whining outside the door.
“Fenrir, rest,” I called out.
He knew it was his command to relax and not worry about me, so the noise stopped.
Scorpion stood over me.
“Paige, baby, this is your last chance.
Tell me no, and we’ll stop.
But if you don’t, I’m stripping off those clothes, feasting on your body, and sinking my aching cock inside of you,” he warned.
I saw him cup himself through his jeans.
The bulge pressing against his zipper made me frantic to have him naked and my hands and mouth on his cock.
I wanted to know what it looked and tasted like.
Later, I’d know what it felt like. I held out my hands.
“Rick, take off your clothes.
I need to see and touch you.”
“Thank God,” he muttered.
As he peeled off his cut, I sat up to watch.
He laid his cut across the top of my dresser.
Next, he removed his boots and tucked them, along with his socks, beside the dresser.
Coming closer, he stripped off his shirt. I gulped as he revealed his dark, smooth skin. His bulging biceps and pecs made my fingers itch to touch him. But the tattoos on his arms and chest made me want to touch him even more.
He lowered his hands to the button and zipper of his jeans.
He paused.
I glanced up to find him smirking at me.
“You’re looking awfully intently at me, babe.
Is there something underneath here you want to see?” he teased.
Wanting to pay him back, I shrugged and casually said, “Not really.
It looks rather insignificant from here.
Probably even more so bare.”
His eyes widened for a moment, and then he snickered.
“I’ll make you a bet.
If you can resist touching it for more than five minutes, then we can call it insignificant and go watch television.”
I knew there was no way I’d watch the damn TV, but I agreed.
“Sure, go for it.
Or maybe I’ll take a nap.”
He chuckled as he undid the snap and then slowly lowered the zipper.
I wanted to shout at him to hurry up, but I knew he was punishing me for what I said, so I pretended to be uninterested.
Scorpion spread the sides back, then hooked his thumbs into the waist of them and shoved them down, taking his briefs with the pants.
His cock sprang into view and bounced. I almost moaned out loud. It slapped against his belly. The glistening head was up to his belly button. My mouth watered. I wanted to suck on it and taste what his precum was like. I hid my bunched fist in the comforter.
He shook his legs to get the pants to his ankles, making his cock dance.
Then he kicked free of them.
He bent to retrieve his pants and underwear, which he placed with his shirt.
He studied me, and I was fighting not to give him any indication of how close I was to cracking. It was ruined when he gripped the base of his cock, shook it, then stroked up and down the length. Scorpion then came to the edge of the bed.
“Care to touch or taste?” he asked.
“Nope, I’m good,” I lied.
“Okay, well then, why don’t we get you out of your things?”
As he reached for my tank, I was assailed with insecurities.
I’d always had a bad habit of comparing myself to other women.
I think all women did it, no matter what they looked like.
But when you were a woman who was bigger than the ones we saw all the time in magazines, you did it even more. I caught his hand on the hem.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.
“I need to warn you.
I’m not like other women you’ve probably been with.
Things on me jiggle, and I have excess padding.
My stomach isn’t a washboard, and my tits sag a little when not supported in a bra.” I don’t know why I said all that. He could tell from looking at me in my clothes that I was no hard body.
His concern quickly morphed into disgust.
“Paige, I don’t want you to talk about yourself that way ever again.
Let me see what you’re so worried about.
Then we’ll talk.”
Reluctantly, I let go of his hand.
He lifted my tank and whipped it off.
Underneath was my bra.
He left it on and gently pushed against my chest until I lay back on the mattress. He snagged the waist of my yoga pants and worked them down my body. I was about to warn him, then decided not to. I heard him inhale. His eyes were glued to my pelvic region. One hard tug and the pants were off. He tossed them over his shoulder.
“Christ, I want to see and taste that fiery pussy so badly, but first, I gotta see those tits.
I’ve been wondering something about them,” he muttered.
“What’s that?” I asked as I sat up so he could unhook my bra.
He swiftly undid it.
As he removed it, he answered.
“I want to know what color and how big your nipples are.”
I had to resist covering them up.
He made a groaning sound, then I was flat on my back again, and he was next to me.
His hand and mouth went to work.
One was teasing my nipple on one breast while the other sucked and nibbled on the other. Mixed in with that was the kneading and plucking he did. I whimpered at the sensations it was causing.
“Sweet Jesus, they’re even better than I dreamed.
They’re so soft, and they more than fill my hands.
Those nipples are baby pink and ultra-responsive.
And just the perfect size. Fifty-cent pieces would cover these perfectly. Look at those tight buds,” he muttered. I didn’t know if he was talking to me or himself.
As he licked, sucked, and bit, I removed the holder from his topknot and let his hair fall.
It grazed my chest, making me shiver.
I ran my fingers through it repeatedly.
It was thick and soft. His beard was lightly scratching against my skin, which increased my excitement.
Suddenly, after I don’t know how long of making out with my tits, Scorpion began to kiss and lick his way down my body.
He swirled his tongue in my belly button, making me giggle and things shake.
He nipped at the skin all over my stomach with his teeth.
He paused right above my hairline. I knew a lot of women who shaved or waxed themselves. I kept mine closely cropped. Shaving itches like crazy when it begins to grow back, and waxing hurts like hell. I hoped he didn’t mind.
The next thing I knew, he stood over me off the bed.
Scorpion gripped my thick thighs and tugged them apart, exposing my inner pussy to his gaze.
I thought he appeared hungry-looking before, but it was nothing compared to his look now.
He growled, and I saw him lick his lips. His gaze met mine. Heat was there.
“I know we said five minutes, and we’d watch television, but I lied.
And there’s no way I can have you touch me, not this time.
I’ve been waiting years for this, Paige.
I’ve got to taste you, and then I’ve got to have you before I explode.”
I wailed aloud moments later as he swiped his tongue from my opening to my clit where he paused to suck hard and thrash it with his tongue.
I lost touch with reality as he feasted on my pussy.
There was no other word for it.
He ate me like I was the best meal he’d ever had. The appreciative noises, the groans, and the grunts he made told me he immensely enjoyed it. He was a man who loved to go down on a woman. He didn’t do it half-heartedly or for a few seconds and then done. He went on and on.
It didn’t take him long to make me come.
As I cried out and shook, he kept going.
In the second round, he added fingers to the mix.
Scorpion slid a meaty finger inside of me and found that special spot, and proceeded to finger fuck and eat me into a second orgasm. As I sobbed and floated down from it, eventually, he stood. His beard was wet with my cream.
“Are you on birth control?” he rasped.
My mind was jumbled.
I scrambled to think and answer him.
“Y-yeah, I am.”
“Good,” was all he said before I was flipped over onto my stomach.
My lower half was yanked off the bed to hang over the side.
I didn’t even have time to orient myself to the position change before I felt the thick head of his cock touch my entrance then he was pushing inside.
I gasped as he slowly entered me.
I could tell he was holding back.
Most men would just cram it in and go.
He was ensuring I had no trouble taking him.
It had been a while, so I appreciated it, especially considering he wasn’t a small guy. His cock was proportionate for his size. He groaned long and loud about halfway in as he paused.
“Fuck, Paige, God, you’re heaven, babe.
I’ve never felt anything like you.
I need, shit, I need more.
Tell me if it’s too much,” he uttered. Then he was pushing faster and sinking deeper until his pelvis met my ass, and he was buried in me. He stopped.
We were both panting.
He leaned over to nuzzle my neck and place a kiss there.
I could smell myself on his beard.
“Are you okay? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me.
Shit, you feel incredible, Rick.
I’m so full.
Thank you for starting slow. I need you to come for me. Let me make you feel as good as you’ve already made me,” I pleaded.
“Hell, you’ve made me feel incredible already.
You fit my cock like you were made for me.
God,” he moaned as he withdrew until just the head remained in me.
Then he powered his hips forward, driving his cock deep again.
Unable to remain passive, I pressed up on my elbows until I could move.
The next time he went to thrust back into me, I shoved my ass back to force him deep.
We both groaned. That seemed to snap his control because once that occurred, he began picking up speed and thrusting harder. In no time, he became a machine. He pounded his cock in and out of me. I clenched and rode him, making him swear. Tingling sensations raced from my feet to my core while tightening was happening in my middle. It was more intense than the two times I came when he went down on me.
“I’m close,” I gaped.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, then he hammered into me.
Moments later, I screamed his name.
As I did, he bellowed mine, and then he flooded me with his warm cum.
As he did, I realized he was leaving a big load and that we hadn’t used a condom.
It was no wonder he felt so good. I’d never gone without one. Hopefully, he had been tested recently and was negative. Kinda late to worry about it now, but I’d never forgotten to make sure a guy wore one.
Shoving that thought away, I let myself enjoy my orgasm.
By the time I was finished coming, he was hunched over me, panting, and I was floating.
I whimpered when he withdrew and flopped on the bed next to me.
Then, I was hauled up onto the bed and moved until he was able to wrap his arm and leg over me and cuddle me from behind. His lips grazed back and forth over my upper back.
“Are you alright?” he whispered.
“Umm hmm.”
“That was hands down the best sex of my life, Paige. No lie.”
“Have you had sex without a condom before?” I asked.
“No, never.”
“That’s probably why, though I have to say, it was incredible for me, too.
However, we need to remember condoms.
When was the last time you were tested?”
“It wasn’t the lack of a condom, though that was magnificent.
It was you.
As for testing, you don’t need to worry.
I was tested three weeks ago. And before you ask, I haven’t been with anyone since then. Plus, I didn’t forget the condom. I knew exactly what I was doing.”
I wiggled myself until I could see his face.
“Then you’re lucky you asked and knew I was on birth control,” I snipped.
“I wouldn’t have cared if you weren’t.
The only thing that would’ve changed was I would’ve asked you if you were okay with me going without.”
“You’re kidding me,” I gasped.
“No, I’m not.
I told you how I see us.
This isn’t a fling or an affair.
I’ve waited years to find you again. I just didn’t know it. I’m not letting you get away from me. And if you’re willing, I’d like our future to include a few kids. But if you don’t want any, then I’ll get snipped. That way, you don’t have to take anything.”
I stared at him, stunned.
It took a moment for me to gather my thoughts.
“Rick, are you hearing yourself? You had sex without a condom and didn’t care if I was on anything or not.
You want us to have kids if I want them.
Don’t you think we should slow down and wait and see what happens? What if you discover you can’t stand me? Or I’m not what you want?”
“Are you worried you won’t be able to stand me or that you’ll want another man?” was his comeback.
“I’m not the one with potential and prior lovers lining up outside the door.
You are.
And I doubt all these years as a biker, you’ve been a Boy Scout.
Plus, remember what I said. Most of my prior lovers all left me.”
“Because they were idiots.
I’m stupid sometimes, but I’m not a moron.
You’re the best and only person for me.
So, there will be no more talking about leaving or wanting someone else. It’s not happening. As for kids, I don’t need an answer now, but once you know what you want, tell me.”
“It’s a no-brainer for me.
I’ve always wanted kids, Rick.
Just not the same moment we become lovers,” I teased.
“Fine, if you insist, but when you’re ready, let me know.
In the meantime, we can have fun with all the practicing we can do,” he said, smirking.
The way he wiggled his eyebrows made me laugh, and he nipped my neck playfully.
***
It turned out that opening the door to Scorpion was the best decision of my life.
And it wasn’t just because of the out-of-this-world sex, which we had three times.
In between those bouts, we talked a bunch.
It was a wonderful learning experience. As evening came, we dressed so we could have dinner together. It was the first time I’d ever had a man help cook. When I told him that, Scorpion had been shocked.
We did end up watching television for a short time.
He’d enjoyed teasing me about my earlier remark.
He soon forgot it when I went down on my knees and gave him a blow job in the living room.
He’d moaned, groaned, and swore. Eventually, he couldn’t help it, and he shot his load down my throat. Afterward, he raved about how amazing I was. I winked and told him it might be slightly bigger than I first thought. He’d laughed as he smacked my ass and told me to watch it.
Fenrir wasn’t forgotten in all of it.
When we weren’t otherwise engaged, he was up on the couch or at our feet being loved on.
He was in heaven.
He was used to it being mainly me and people we ran into on our walks who made over him. When it was time for bed, Scorpion asked to stay. I didn’t object. He insisted on taking Fenrir out for the last time. He didn’t like the idea of me out in the dark, although I argued I did it every night. While he did that, I soaked in the tub and drank a glass of wine.
When he got up this morning, he wasn’t thrilled to be going to work, but he did.
I promised we’d see each other later.
Plus, I had to see Tiago and do his dressing changes.
It took several kisses to get Scorpion out the door. With him taken care of, Fenrir and I loaded up and headed to Tiago’s house.
Pulling into the driveway, I saw a motorcycle parked off to the side.
I wondered which Horseman was here.
Scorpion had sworn he texted Tiago to tell him I’d be there.
My four-legged companion trotted alongside me as I walked to the front door. I didn’t get a chance to knock before it was swung open. I recognized the man at the door. It was Zax. He appeared somewhat frazzled.
“Thank God you’re here.
He’s not listening to anything I say.
This requires Dragon Lady.
Go flame his ass,” he muttered.
I chuckled and patted his arm as I passed him.
Zax let me go by so he could shut the door, then gave Fenrir a pat.
But only after I told my dog he was a friend and let Zax know his name.
As Fenrir lapped up the attention, I went on a hunt for our belligerent patient. I found him sitting up in his office. He was scowling at his computer screen. He didn’t bother to look up.
“I told you I’m not lying down, so fuck off,” he snapped.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll lie down and do what I tell you, or you won’t like it,” I snapped back.
Tiago’s head jerked up, his eyes widened, and then he grinned.
“There she is, my dragon lady.
Where the hell have you been? Don’t leave me again with these incompetent assholes.
They’re bossy and want to tell me what to do all the time,” he grumbled.
“How am I any different? I do the same thing,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, but you’re way better looking, and the way you smile when I listen makes it worthwhile.
They don’t give me an incentive.”
“How about your ass not falling off? That would be an incentive for me,” I told him as I approached his desk.
I stopped at the edge with my hands on my hips.
I frowned at him as I tapped my foot.
“Yes, may I help you?” he drawled.
“You can get your ass to your room.
I need you on the bed so I can assess how badly your wounds have gotten due to your bullheadedness.
Scorpion told me you were belligerent.
Get a move on,” I ordered.
Tiago wheeled himself from behind his desk.
As he skirted me, he winked.
There was no sign of Zax or Fenrir.
In Tiago’s bedroom, I let him get himself transferred onto his belly. He had on a loose pair of lounge pants, which he’d loosened the string at the waist before he rolled over. While he did that, I washed my hands and got out the supplies. When we were both set, I worked his pants down.
His dressings were well-taped in place.
I didn’t see a bunch of drainage through it, but if Scorpion were still using the gauze as I showed him, it might not.
I peeled away the tape, rolled the soiled bandages in my gloves, and removed them.
I then changed into clean ones. I was relieved. The wound beds didn’t look terrible. They had more granulation tissue and no signs of infection or necrosis.
“How do they look, doc?” Tiago asked.
“I’m not a doctor.
I do real work for a living.
However, they look good.
Scorpion did a great job on them. However, if you stay up in your chair like you were when I got here, it’ll reverse in a blink,” I warned him, even though I knew he was aware.
“I know, I know,” he uttered.
“Then act like you know and stop giving everyone trying to help you a hard time.
Do you want me to take over doing this care? And checking in on you?”
“Hell, yeah, I do.”
“Then you’ll have to promise to let the others do what I order.
You want the dragon lady.
You’re getting her.”
“Amen, tell him.
If you’re gonna be here a while, I’d like to run back to the compound.
There’s some stuff I need to do,” Zax said from the doorway.
I hadn’t heard him coming. Fenrir was with him. He trotted over to stick his muzzle in Tiago’s face and lick him. My patient chuckled and rubbed my silly dog’s head.
“Hi there, Fenrir.
Did Zax give you a reward?” Tiago asked.
“I didn’t.
I had no clue you had any,” the prospect said.
“Of course I do.
Fen and I are old friends.
Don’t worry, I’ll get you one,” he promised Fenrir.
“No, you’re gonna stay here, rest, and adhere to your turning.
I’ll get the reward.
When it’s time to switch to your side, I’ll help you get your laptop situated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” was all Tiago said.
I let him croon to Fenrir as he petted him while I went to let Zax out and find the treats.
As we walked along the hallway, Zax shook his head.
“I can’t believe how easily he’s doing what you said.
Every tiny thing has been a fight with him.”
“He’s exerting control in the only way he can.
No worries, go do whatever you need to do.
I plan to be here for a while.”
“Thanks a million.
Let me give you my number.
If you need to leave before I get back, just message me.”
Quickly, we exchanged numbers, and then he rushed down the path to the driveway.
I closed and locked the door, grabbed the treat bag I found on the counter, and then went back to Tiago’s room.
He was still loving on Fenrir, but now he was on the bed next to the man.
“Fenrir, are you allowed up there?” I scolded.
“He is.
I patted it and told him to get up.
He’s a very smart dog.
And the softest pillow,” Tiago admitted.
“He can be.
Here’s the bag with the T-R-E-A-T-S.
Do you want to give him one, or do I? Or can it wait?”
“You can, but you realize you spelled it as if he understands,” he teased.
“He does.
Fenrir knows all the main words, so if you don’t want him to be all over you, you spell.”
“You do it, but say the word,” Tiago said.
“Fenrir, would you like a treat?” I barely got the word out of my mouth, and he was sitting up, wagging his tail, and whining.
His whole body quivered while I got it out.
He happily took it.
Tiago laughed.
“I see what you mean.
He’s great.
You’re lucky to have him.
So, I think you owe me some gossip after abandoning me for days.”
“Gossip? I don’t know any,” I protested.
“Oh really? So tell me why you’re suddenly here, and Scorpion was the one to text to tell me you would be.
The last I heard, the two of you weren’t speaking and were practically sworn enemies, or at least on your end.
What changed? When?”
Any thoughts of Scorpion led me to recall what we’d done yesterday and last night.
And with a complexion like mine, my skin flushed bright red no matter how hard I tried.
This time was no different.
As soon as Tiago saw it, he crowed.
“Uh oh, something happened, didn’t it? Tell me.
Did my best friend pull out the charm and get you to come back to help me and give him a chance? I knew he was crazy for you, even though he wasn’t admitting it,” he grinned.
“Yes, Scorpion and I discussed everything, and we came to an understanding.
I don’t hate him, and I forgive him for the things he did in the past and present.
He was acting on misinformation and reacted the way anyone in his shoes would’ve.”
Tiago’s smile slipped.
“Paige, I’m so sorry about what he did.
He regrets it more than you know.
As for your family, I detest them, and I’ve never met them.
How they could do that to you, I don’t understand, especially your parents. Scorpion told me everything Micro discovered, as you said. I want you to know that you don’t need people like them. You have a much better family in me and the Horsemen. Undoubtedly, I’m the best out of all of them, but they’re not too shabby,” he teased.
I sat next to the bed on a chair.
“Tiago, you don’t need to feel bad for me.
I gave up childish desires about them long ago.
And I am grateful to have met you and the Horsemen.
Although I don’t know if I can say you’re the best…”
He rolled his eyes.
“It’s that goddamn Scorpion.
He pushed me out of first.
You know, I technically met you before he did this round.
I should have first dibs, whether it’s as friends or not. I think I’ll tell him that,” he said smugly.
I giggled.
“You go right ahead, but it’ll have to wait until he gets off work this evening.”
“He’ll be here before then.
I guarantee you.”
“Why would he do that?”
“To check on you.
Wait and see.”
I chose to wave off his prediction.
Instead, he and I spent a lot of time talking.
He was good about changing positions often.
I tried to keep him thinking of other things. He kept asking me to tell him if Scorpion and I were more than friends, but I wouldn’t. I wasn’t sure who Scorpion wanted to know about us. Between Tiago’s talking sessions and napping, I cleaned up around the house and worked on dinner. It was a peaceful day overall.