Chapter 6
6
DEER
The view of the park really was stunning from my bedroom window. Tiny ants that I was pretty sure were joggers moved around on the paths. At least, I assumed they were humans because some of them wore lights that danced around to the beat of their early morning exercise.
Running that early? Gross. I shuddered.
The sun was blushing the sky a pale navy and pink along the edges where it was inching into view, slowly but surely. I’d slept about five hours, which was the norm for me. It was inconvenient that I needed so little sleep, I’d found on more than one occasion. You would think it would be a pro, but it just left me with lots of empty time on my hands. I was already getting antsy. No doubt Scott wouldn’t be up—in all the ways I was interested in—for hours.
Guilt nibbled at me.
He’d been shot .
I really shouldn’t be upset by his need for sleep. The cool glass made me shiver as I rested my forehead against it, and I noticed my bag of cash out of the corner of my eye. How was I going to get any of that money to Mom? There would be questions if I dumped it into my bank account. I blew out a long breath. There had to be an easy way to do this, I just wasn’t using my head. For a long while I contemplated the bag and finally landed on a reasonable route to get the cash to her. Why didn’t I just mail it?
I jolted upright and pumped a fist into the air. Right? Why make things complicated?
Snickering, I shook my head, but the longer I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. Why not? When I went out today, I would take some of the cash with me and swing by a post office. After that decision was made, I started to pace the room, and even though it was a massive, beautiful space, I began to feel trapped. There was definitely not enough enrichment in my enclosure.
I snorted.
No, I couldn’t wait in here for Scott to wake up and explore my ass—literally. A shiver skittered down my spine and swirled in the pit of my stomach as my asshole clenched. He also wanted to take me to a sex shop later to pick out what sort of “pet” I wanted to be, which was a strange idea, but that was later . Right now, I had to do something or go directly out of my skull.
For good, bad, or evil, I was awake. At least Scott seemed like he wouldn’t mind the evil part.
Humming, I pulled on my borrowed clothes and opened my bedroom door. It turned out that there really wasn’t anything too exciting in the main areas of the apartment— can you call something this big an apartment? —despite the elegance. And by exciting, I meant there wasn’t anything that would let me know why someone had put a bullet in Scott’s shoulder.
Or what he really did for a living.
Or why he had a huge sack of cash stuffed in a train locker.
Maybe that was good? It probably wouldn’t be great if he was the kind of guy who had a stash of guns sitting out in the open or a corpse stashed in the freezer. And if his dad was a billionaire, he wouldn’t need to be involved in anything shady, right? That thought made me pause midstep in the living room, or at least, I was in the room that I thought was the living room. The blood on the white leather couch made me reconsider my assessment.
There sure were clues that Scott was a criminal. Maybe I’d just missed the gun party.
Shoving all those thoughts to the back of my mind, I swung around toward the kitchen when my stomach growled. I was delighted to find an espresso machine tucked into a corner on the counter. While the Italian bronze beast was more expensive than the one my mother had in her kitchen in Erie, Pennsylvania, it wasn’t significantly different, so I was able to make a latte. And once I got started on that, I discovered some frozen fancy cookie things in the freezer—which I hadn’t been able to leave alone after my whole corpse thought—and decided to sling the sugar cookies onto a cooking sheet and toss them in one of the ovens.
There were three stoves. Three. Why? It was odd. Rich people were bizarre.
The scent of coffee and vanilla joy wafted in the air as I hoisted myself up onto the marble island to sip my latte and stare at the oven I’d chosen at random.
There was real food in the fridge, but I was set on what I wanted now.
Sugar.
Caffeine.
The best things in life.
But everything was too quiet. Sighing, I slapped my phone down on the counter and had it playing some tunes in a nanosecond. The timer for the cookies went off, and I was just pulling my sweet treats out of the oven when Scott darted around the kitchen doorway with a gun drawn, pointing it in my direction.
“Oh!” I squeaked and dropped the cooking sheet, which sent the cookies flying everywhere in a hailstorm of confectionary delights. One landed on my foot, and I hissed and shook it off. I held my hands up while he stared at me with big eyes, then gave his head a shake.
“What the bloody hell?” he asked with a laugh, quickly pointing the gun toward the ceiling. “You all right?”
“Wh-why wouldn’t I be all right? Do you run around with a gun a lot?” A high-pitched giggle slid out of my throat and I ran a hand through my hair—or tried. I ended up bonking myself on the head with an oven mitt, then shook it off, letting it bounce onto the floor. I did the same with the other one.
He continued to stare as if I was the crazy one.
I rested my hand on my heart. “Remember me? I’m Deer? You brought me home with you last night, right? No need to point a gun at me. You don’t have some weird trauma-induced amnesia, do you? You aren’t hallucinating? You don’t think you’re hunting for camels in the outback or anything? I read about it and it’s a thing. Camels, that is. You have a lot of them in Australia, even more than Egypt!” I bit my bottom lip to stop the word vomit from continuing to pour out. A gun in my face really hadn’t been on my early morning bingo card.
He snorted and set the gun on the island, raising his hands to wriggle them. “No plans on hurting you.” He stepped closer and settled those strong hands on my waist. It only then hit me that he was in a pair of cute yellow boxers with miles of skin on display. Miles and miles . My stomach swooped when he easily hefted me onto the island with a wink. I didn’t miss his wince, though.
“Should you be picking me up? You got shot!” I danced my fingers lightly around the stitches, not really touching them, more caressing the skin. For some reason, he’d gotten rid of the bandage from last night.
With a huff, he went over to a door, which was a small storage closet, and pulled out a broom to start sweeping up the sad leftovers of my ruined cookies. I crossed my arms and pouted at the mess, and he shook his head at me.
“Too early for all this sugar, Deer.”
“Don’t tell me how to ruin my life.”
He chuckled. “There’s real food in the fridges.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled as if he was amused, but he gave me a stern look that had my stomach turning into a puddle of liquid gold and fluttering all at once. Oh, what is going on? How is he so sexy while sweeping the floor, of all things? I rubbed the back of my neck and let out a shaky breath.
“For the record, I would never shoot camels. Or go deer hunting for that matter.” He winked at me again.
I groaned. “Your pun game is strong.”
“Just you wait. It gets better.” He tapped the broom on the floor, adding emphasis to his words.
“I don’t think you should be doing all this stuff with your hurt arm.” My hands felt clammy for some reason as he stared into my eyes for an unholy amount of time. I smoothed my palms over my thighs, and his gaze dropped. His jaw flexed until it froze up, solid steel, and his mouth became a serious line.
“You don’t, huh?”
I shook my head fast.
“Better things I could be doing?”
My heart hammered as I nodded so hard I nearly got whiplash.
Scott stopped and leaned the broom against the counter, leaving the cookie crumbs in a pile next to the sheet that had skidded across the floor. The ruined mound of sugary delights had my bottom lip jutting out. He came over to me and slid his hands along my thighs, using his body to spread them wider. The movement did weird things to me as I instinctively rested my heels on the back of his thighs. The change in position made me aware of the semi that I hadn’t realized had sprung up watching his muscles flex while he worked. He ran his hands up to my hips and held me tight, which shouldn’t have had me feeling like I was going to buzz out of my skin.
It shouldn’t have, but it did .
“I take it back. I will go Deer hunting. Hunting for my favorite spot on Deer.”
“Ugh.” I dropped my head forward, and he laughed. “Your favorite spot for what?”
“Making you scream my name.” The smirk that curved his lips convinced my pulse to thunder in my ears.
There was no fighting off the snickering that burst from me. His fingers tightened on my hips just enough to leave me wondering what else he could do with them. What will he do to me? My laughter petered out and I gasped as he slid his hands underneath my shirt, burning my skin with his.
“That’s a tall order.” When did my voice get so wrecked? I cleared my throat.
“You don’t think I can?” He arched an eyebrow and slid his hands up and down my sides. It took all my willpower to hold in a moan.
My face was probably sunburn red. Heat blazed through me, somehow both freeing and humiliating. I curled my fingertips into the top of Scott’s boxers, tugging just a little. It wasn’t enough to really see anything—beyond the dickstamp already snaking out along the left leg—but I loved the feeling of the soft skin on tight abs.
The treasure trail leading down to Wonderland had me licking my lips. His abs jumped and twitched, as if the sensation of me touching him was almost too much. Wild sparks swirled through my stomach to sink down into my groin. I nibbled the inside of my bottom lip as my dick stretched out and shoved against the front of my pants.
“What did I promise I was doing first thing?” Scott growled.
“Uh....” I should know this one. I shrugged a shoulder and tugged slightly on his waistband, wanting him closer.
“You sweet, pretty thing,” Scott whispered, and thankfully, he didn’t wait for me to say anything, simply swooped in and covered my mouth with his. I had no idea what I would’ve said because I lost the thread of that thought as he thrust his tongue between my lips and proceeded to destroy my view of what a kiss should be. He teased my mouth, then twirled his tongue with mine. Electricity arced through me as he tortured the tip of my tongue with his. I gasped and opened wider, giving him room to slide in and own me.
How long did he kiss me? Who knew? By the time he broke away so we could both pant for air, my dick was a bright point in my universe, needy and thudding with my heartbeat where it strained against fabric.
“Love it,” Scott said with a sigh, swirling his thumb over the spot where my hard-on was trying to punch its way through my pants.
All I heard was silence in my brain. My thighs trembled and my hands had glued themselves to his pecs, where I was doing my best to hold on to his firm muscles for dear life.
“Mmph,” I said eloquently.
He grinned and ducked his head again. His kiss was every bit as slow and sultry as the last one, but he somehow managed to convey that he knew exactly how he was controlling the urgent need shredding my sanity. The pressure of his mouth let me know he was in charge. Only him. I was here to experience; he was here to provide. The way he angled my face with a firm hand on my jaw confirmed it. He slid his other hand into my hair and tilted my head back farther so he could fully fuck my mouth with his tongue. The world felt warm and beautiful when he moved to lick up my neck. His lips closed over my earlobe, and I whined.
“Perfect,” he said as he leaned back, voice a sexy gravel that had me shivering. “You’re going to relax and let me take care of you.” His thumb slid across my lower lip, and I tried to chase it, but he snagged my chin in his fingers and tilted my head so I was staring into his eyes again.
“I thought that I was a Christmas gift you bought yourself. Shouldn’t I be...?” I tugged on the waistband of his boxers again.
He hummed and grabbed my thighs, yanking me closer as he stepped in and drew our bodies tight together—I didn’t miss the pained hiss he let out through his teeth. My dick pressed against his hard abs, and I tried to roll my hips, but he held me still. I rubbed my stubbled cheek along his, begging silently, and shuddered.
“You shouldn’t do that. You’re hurt.” I whimpered despite my protest.
“I’m fine. I can handle a little pain. This is making me very, very happy.” He took over my mouth with his again for a while, and I had to endure the heat and pressure between our bodies without being able to do anything to get relief. I hadn’t gone this long—while being this hard—without touching it since I’d first learned how good jerking off could feel. The sensations were intense and my toes wouldn’t stop twitching.
“I need, ugh.”
He nipped my neck and slapped the island top with one hand, which had the instantaneous reaction of making me flinch.
“Sorry.” He shushed me with another soft kiss that had me melting and wanting to do a dirty grind with him. “Up on all fours.”
It took a few long seconds for his order to register, and that firm tone was an order. It left no room for debate.
“Uh, what?” I giggled nervously, couldn’t help it, and the corners of his mouth twitched toward a smile.
“You heard me,” he said, which only convinced another round of laughter to escape from me, but I nodded. He stepped back, and I slid farther onto the island. I felt absolutely silly as I turned onto all fours. In the middle of the kitchen. The sun splashed through the windows and warmed my right side, leaving me feeling strangely unbalanced. My left hand slipped, and he held my hip as I steadied myself.
“Like this?” I asked. Although, that felt ridiculous, too, because what else could he have meant?
“Beautiful,” he muttered. His firm grip on my left asscheek had my hands sliding out, but I immediately brought them back in below my shoulders. The movement of my clothing had my dick twitching. My stomach ached with tension.
After about a minute of toying with me, he pulled down my pants and boxers, exposing my ass. My instincts had me arching my spine, showing him exactly what I had to offer, while my face blazed. The kisses that man could lay on me were a certifiable weapon, but I was glad to be facing away from him because my cotton-stuffed head was all over the place. The feeling of being on display curled around my throat and made it feel tighter, while my heart rammed my ribs.
Breath on my balls had me yelping, and he rested his hands on my hips to stop me from jerking away.
“You’re fine. Not gonna do anything bad,” he said, amusement making his words bounce with his Australian accent.
“Uh-huh,” I said, feeling like a genius for being able to get that much out of my mouth. Shit, I was supposed to be leaning into whatever he wanted, but so far what he enjoyed seemed to be getting me off. Was that right? “You’re sure this is what I can do to make you happy?”
“Nothing better.”
“What does that—” My brain went on the fritz as he jammed his talented tongue directly into my asshole. My elbows collapsed as he shoved in deeper than I’d expected, and the freezing marble of the island against my cheek wasn’t anywhere close to enough to cool off the sex heat sizzling through me. My ass was higher in the air than ever, and I tried to get back up, but he bit my left cheek lightly, sending lightning scorching along the shaft of my dick.
I moaned, cheeks burning as the decadent sound echoed in the extravagant kitchen.
“That’s right, pretty little Deer. Give it to me. Let me hear you.”
I’d never really been able to figure out why ass eating featured so much in the porn I flipped through sometimes when I was bored, but now? God, now I knew. I’d been missing out my whole life.
Scott cupped the front of my thighs and pulled me closer while burying his face between my cheeks and fucking my ass with his tongue in a way that left me seeing stars. My dick took on a life of its own, aching and bouncing, so stiff it was practically not a part of me anymore. I thrust back against his face, unable to stop the tremors that raced through my arms and legs and left me a fumbling mess.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he snarled. “Use me. Get it, Deer. Get it.” He was right back to jamming his tongue as deep as he could, that warm, wet muscle teasing my insides. His tongue left my hole, and I shouted like I was in pain, but he slid down and sucked hard on my taint.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was being electrocuted as my balls tightened. My brain left the building. I wailed and my legs sort of slid out from under me, leaving me on my belly, half hanging off the island in a strange way. My clothes were dragging me down, an anchor I wanted to ditch. He tugged the pants and boxers off when I feebly kicked, letting them drop to the floor.
The crack of his palm on my ass registered before the warmth from the imprint of his hand slung through my body, ricocheting around to make my nipples tighten and my cockhead feel two seconds away from shooting cum. “Up.”
Nodding, I tried to get my legs to cooperate, but it was difficult, and he had to help by lifting my hips. I was just starting to feel back on solid ground when he began to ease a spit-slicked finger into my hole. My head rolled forward, and all my muscles turned to mush as he found my prostate and teased his finger over it. I moved with his hand. Sweat rolled down my temples and plopped onto the island underneath me while he worked me over.
“Please,” I forced out between clenched teeth. “Please.”
“Look at you. Fuck. Just beautiful.”
My body glowed with his praise. I whimpered, a long, low sound that had me scrabbling my fingers against the island with a half-crazed idea that I wanted to dig my way to freedom and get away to jerk off. How was he making me feel like this?
My hand slid in the direction of my dick.
Scott chuckled. “Don’t even try it.”
For a while that solitary finger destroyed me. Soon his tongue joined it, seemingly unable to stay away from my ass.
This was it.
This was the way I was going to die.
And oh, how fucking wonderful it would be.
His warm breath left my ass once again. I hated it and whined, but soon something slick was being shoved into my asshole, and I had the oddest sensation that it was melting as it ran down and dripped off my balls.
“What?” I couldn’t formulate a complete question.
“Won’t hurt you. Oil.”
A thrill shot through me. Was he going to fuck me now? I moaned and nodded, thrusting back against him more firmly.
“Stay still,” he said.
He grabbed the nape of my neck, and I felt weird as I let him urge me around so my side was facing him, but he was smiling when he came into view. He looked at me with an intense expression, brow furrowed and jaw hard. A bottle of avocado oil was open on my left. He picked up the bottle and dumped a good amount in his palm, then held eye contact with me while he coated my dick in it. I shuddered and my legs shifted, but he made a noise in the back of his throat.
I stopped moving. My body was overloaded, and I had to concentrate extra hard on staying exactly where I was when he started to stroke me with pure fire dancing in his gaze.
His lips brushed my overheated cheek. “You’re going to be a good Deer and come for me, right?”
“Uh,” I said, but nodded. My hands slipped out from under me, and I had to slide them back in place with a squeak. My palms were sweating, and as yuck as that idea was, who cared? I was going to erupt, a volcano in his kitchen.
The pace went from sedate to a sprint, and I squeezed my eyes shut hard against the pleasure that scoured my insides before the tip of my dick exploded with joy that pulsed through me in harsh waves. My balls unloaded and each squirt of cum onto the island left me crying out until everything subsided into a gentle buzz.
I fell flat onto my front.
“That was fucking gorgeous.” Warm lips ghosted across my temple.
Grunting, I lifted a hand and vaguely waved in his direction, not sure what I was trying to convey.
He laughed and slapped my ass. The tingle from the lick of fire on my skin caused my dick to wake up again, and it was almost bad considering how hard I’d just come.
“Go get dressed in something nice. I’m taking you to breakfast,” he said, then nipped the top of my left ear.
I glared at him out of the corner of my eye, which only had him laughing harder as he turned, grabbed his gun, and headed back to his room with his hard-on leading the way. My gut twisted. Why hadn’t he fucked me?
That worrisome thought clanged around in my otherwise incapable brain as I dragged my body, drenched in sex glow, off the island and back toward my room. I couldn’t get too hung up on any of this. I had to mail that cash today. This wasn’t about me, and I needed to remember that.
God, why didn’t he fuck me?