CHAPTER TWELVE
TY
S lender fingers are wrapped around my cock. I’m awake, an air bubble trapped in my lungs, heart pounding, mind racing. Balls tightening with an imploring zing.
This is a far better scenario than waking up from the nightmares that torment me, but also a far more precarious one. I slept on the couch in her room to avoid this. I’m supposed to keep my dick in my pants.
Fuck me.
That’s a much harder order once it’s already out. Which is why I’m lying here, silently trying to convince myself that this isn’t right. Even though it feels so goddamn phenomenal.
“I know you’re awake,” she warbles. It’s the same sultry voice she belts out songs with. The sexy rasp that could be my undoing.
My eyes spring open, and a shadowed vision of the most stunning creature in existence comes into focus—aptly aglow by the moonbeams trickling inside. She’s straddling my thighs, in only a bra and panties. I’ve seen her in a bathing suit, but this reads entirely different. Especially since after she removed her top last night, her tits and divine nipples are imprinted on my memory for all time. As is her flavor. Jesus, she tasted heavenly. So fucking sweet. It took every ounce of self-control I could muster to maintain a reasonable distance from her yesterday.
But now …
Her hair is down and wild, and her chest is heaving. She looks hungry. Without the lights on, I can’t tell for sure, but I’d be willing to bet her skin is flushed a pretty pink.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” she continues, a bit more tentatively now. “I was … needy again, and I couldn’t bear to wake you up to assist me without reciprocating for last night. But—”
“Rena, we …” I scrub my hands over my face. I’ve got nothing. Stop is not a word my tongue is willing to form. And yet I’m an asshole for not saying it.
Then again, I could lock us up, feast on her cunt, watch her come over and over with her safe in my arms, and die a happy asshole.
Her tiny hand works up and down the shaft, thumb spreading the leaking precum as she delicately kneads my balls with her other hand. She’s a confounding mix of innocence and erotic skill. My dick hardens in the warmth of her zealous friction, ardent anticipation building at the base of my spine. I’m completely at her mercy.
“I know we’ve got a lot to figure out. But this is Vegas. So, like last night, what happens here, stays here.” She latches her gaze to mine. “Unless you tell me you don’t want this, I’m going to suck you off because I need to taste you, to feel this piercing against my throat.”
That brings a smile to my face. It shouldn’t. But I have often wondered if she’d like that I have a reverse Prince Albert piercing there—a platinum half-moon barbell. It was a secret act of reverence for the girl who can’t be mine.
“You like that, baby girl?”
“So much.” She bites her lip and nods on a puffed breath. “I’m officially a groupie, sailor. I could tell you were big …” As she trails off with a swallow, her hands never cease their decadent massage. “Last night, I felt how much of you there was, which was already impressive. But a piercing elevates you to a whole new level.”
There’s no denying the heat and thrill swarming my chest, both from hearing her admiration and seeing her clearly aroused from touching me. The berating argument against this is losing steam with every delicious flick of her wrist.
I graze my fingers over her angelic face, engulfed in the fog of whatever spell she’s placed on me because I know this is a bad idea, but I can’t for the life of me recall why.
She shimmies backward and bends forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the new dollops of precum and toy with my piercing.
Good fuck.
“I’m not … will you help me?” She closes her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue agonizingly slow, before adding, “So I know that I’m doing it the way you like?”
And the spell wins. There’s no fighting this.
“You’re perfect, Little Moon. Just like that,” I praise, palming her head as she works her way down. “Can you take me deeper?”
Her eyes flit up to mine before she plunges over the majority of my shaft, the sensation too fucking much.
A gravelly moan escapes me as I fist her silky locks. “That’s it, baby girl. All the way down. Open your throat and breathe through your nose.”
She does, taking about seventy-five percent of me with a gag, which has her trying again and again in a fervid cadence, as though she’s ravenous. Drool drips down her chin and coats me all the way to my balls. If that isn’t enough, the slurping noises alone could unhinge me.
I almost lose it, but I want this to last, so I clench my jaw and push through the tormenting pleasure. “You’re so fucking beautiful, choking on my cock. And when you come—Jesus, I need to see you come again, Rena. ”
Her eyes find mine again—where they should always be—and I swear they’re glistening with an emotion that should scare me, have me putting an end to this, but instead, it coils around my heart, urging me to drown in all she is.
“Such a good girl for me. You keep those gorgeous green gems on me and touch your—” My words are devoured by a thunderous knock on the front door and an obnoxious six-ring chime of the doorbell.
What the fuck?
Rena’s eyes widen to the size of saucers as she releases me with a pop and bolts straight up. “Are you expecting someone?”
“No.” I move her to the side and catapult off the couch in one fluid motion. My heart is thrashing against my sternum as various shitty possibilities consume me, and more violent knocks whomp the door. Grabbing a pair of jeans from the chair in the corner of the room, I throw them on in a flurry and notice Rena is practically hyperventilating.
“Do you think it could be my brothers? Tell me you didn’t freaking call them.”
Once my jeans are buttoned, I grab two of my pistols, sticking one in my waistband. As I flip the safety off and cock the other, I jerk my chin to the bathroom. “I didn’t call them, but they were looking for you, and I chanced it by moving us here. Get dressed.”
A horn blares from somewhere outside, although it doesn’t sound as though it’s coming from the direction of the driveway. Whoever is causing the ruckus is pissed. Not a single positive prospect comes to mind. And nearly every one of them has either her family or mine involved.
Wanting Rena to be protected in case that’s not what we’re dealing with, I reach into my bag for another weapon. “Let me get you a gun.”
She scurries to the bathroom, peering back at me over her shoulder, and lifts her black leather backpack into the air. “I’ve got one. If it’s Axel or Ryker, don’t tell them I’m here. Please. I’ll hide. ”
I’m not sure that’s wise if we’re caught, but what the hell do I know at this point?
“I’ll see. Stay hidden and armed with the door locked, until I say otherwise,” I instruct her as I prowl out of the bedroom, making my way down the hallway toward the disturbance.
The knocking has dissipated, but the honking has morphed into an irate drone. I creep over to the front window in the foyer and peek out the blinds. There’s no one on the front porch. There’s no one to be seen anywhere. If we weren’t so secluded, I’d consider the possibility of a neighbor in trouble. But that’s unlikely because this house is the sole residence on this street.
If it were Axel, he’d be on the porch, waiting to deck me or worse. Nothing is making sense. But just as I contemplate letting the mystery lie because it seems to be retreating, the horn blares again. I disarm the home-alarm system with the five-digit code, swing open the door, and pluck the second pistol from my waistband, checking the porch and front of the house. It’s all clear. I’m on the last step, leading down to the walkway, when a car door slams and tires grind from the side of the house.
Dirt and gravel fly from beneath the wheels as the vehicle fishtails. I can’t make out enough of the license plate from here, but my stomach sinks. Something isn’t right. I sprint back into the house, shut the door, and reinstate the alarm. A series of three short beeps sounds, alerting me that either a door or window is still open. I press the button on the control panel that shows the location.
The master bedroom, where Rena is.
My heart leaps to my throat. Rushing into the bedroom, I immediately discover that the balcony door is wide open and do a quick sweep of the room. The bathroom door is still shut, but upon twisting the knob, I find it unlocked, so with my gun drawn, I push it open.
Empty.
She’s gone.
But there’s a note on the bathroom counter .
Hey there, sexy sailor.
Sorry for scaring you, but you did lock me up, so I did what I had to do. I think that’s a sentiment you can understand.
You’ve made it clear that you were here as a proxy for my brothers. My mistake. I was drunk when I texted the guy I thought I had a deeper connection with, so I’ll call party foul. It was a dumb childhood crush on my brothers’ friend, which could never work.
I deserve someone who doesn’t only crave me in the dark.
Anyway, since that’s how we’re playing it, I should remind you that I’m running from my brothers.
Have a nice visit, big bro.
XO,
Little Moon
P.S. This is probably taboo, considering our kin relationship now, but I would have swallowed.
My fist connects with the drywall before I can even register what I’m doing. At least I missed the stud. Rampant white-hot rage and terror swarm me as the dusty pieces of chalky plaster fall away in crumbles. Ignoring my bloody knuckles, I close my eyes on a brief cleansing breath because this girl …
I’m going to kill her.
She played me with that goddamn blow job. Fine. I deserve that.
But running? This is so fucking stupid and dangerous.
The scheme though? Kind of brilliant. I was so anxious to face her brothers that it never occurred to me to be concerned about her sneaking out when I turned off the alarm.
But as I hastily dress to go find her, the line from the letter that my mind keeps snagging on is, I deserve someone who doesn’t only crave me in the dark.
It doesn’t wash away the absolute fury coursing through my veins, but it does illuminate what an ass I’ve been. The thought that I’ve made her feel anything less than cherished is gutting. I wish she understood that it’s not that I only want her in the dark; it’s that dark times are all I have to offer.
I’ll dull her light.
Especially now. Because even if she survives the ire of her brothers and all the other risks this city poses for her, she may not survive the wrath engulfing me.