Chapter 52
FIFTY-TWO
Devon
“Where are we?” Blakely asked as I opened the passenger door and helped her out.
“Somewhere you’re going to love,” I said by way of explanation. She cautiously followed me, an unsure look narrowing her eyes.
“Is this where you take me to kill me and dump my body so no one ever finds me?”
Glancing back at her, I raised my eyebrows in silent question.
“Too soon?” she quipped, and I shook my head as I laughed. Although it had been a shitty week since she found those flowers in her mailbox, something had shifted. She’d said that the fear that had been weighing her down for weeks had dissipated, and I’d witnessed it firsthand.
When I mentioned a date night, she jumped at the opportunity to get out of the house. And I was excited for what I’d planned.
We rounded the corner, and I motioned to the name of the business now in view.
“Break Stuff?” Blakely read the sign, then glanced over at me, her confused expression only deepening. “Besides that being the title of a Limp Bizkit song, I don’t understand.”
I pulled open the glass door and waved her inside. I followed her into the lobby and spotted Jason behind the front counter.
“Hey, Devon. How’s it goin’?”
“Good, man. How are you?”
He waved at a group heading out the door before turning back to us, spreading his arms out to his sides and motioning to the business he’d built. “Livin’ the dream.”
“Oh my gosh, it’s a rage room,” Blakely muttered next to me, glancing around the brightly lit space. The walls were white with a thick orange stripe in the center at about hip height. The concrete floors shined, and the muffled sound of objects breaking and music echoed from down the hallway at the back of the building.
“Yeah, it is,” I said, turning to meet her eyes and dropping my voice so only she could hear me say, “I know you’ve been angry, and you have every right to be. But I thought this would be…helpful in processing some of it.”
Pure delight lit her eyes, and an easy smile tugged at the edges of her dark pink-painted lips. “You’re the most thoughtful person I’ve ever met.” She kissed me then, just a light brush of our lips, but enough to make me chase just a little bit more. She laughed when I followed her as she pulled back. “Let’s break some shit.”
“That’s what I like to hear!” Jason exclaimed. He clapped and walked around the counter, motioning to the hallway. “Your room is all ready. Follow me.”
Blakely weaved her fingers through mine, and we did as Jason asked, following him down the hallway to a room about halfway down. Behind the first silver door was a small anteroom they used as a changing area. To the left, there were two open storage areas where we could store our belongings and change into the provided white suits and goggles.
“You’ve got the room for as long as you want it. Suits aren’t required since neither of you have much skin exposed, but the goggles are recommended.”
Blakely peered into the room beyond while Jason leaned in closer to me. “I’m going to close up out front, and I’ve got a ton of donations to sift through. Someone cleaned out a house yesterday, and now I’ve got to organize all of it. Just head out through the back when y’all are done and call me if you need anything. Everyone else is gone for the night. And I turned off the cameras in the room—thought she might appreciate the additional privacy.”
I shook Jason’s hand and thanked him again. He clapped me on the shoulder in understanding. When Blakely had explained how angry she’d been, I knew this was exactly what she needed. I’d known Jason since college. He’d been through his own personal experiences that required “rage therapy,” as he called it.
So when I’d called him up and asked if we could have a room for a while, he didn’t hesitate to pull out all the stops. Even without the specific details or a reason why I’d asked, he’d promised us unlimited time and resupplies as often as Blakely wanted.
And privacy, which was not only important to me but to Blake, too.
“It was nice to meet you, Blakely,” Jason said with a wave.
“Nice to meet you, too.” The door clicked closed behind Jason, and Blakely turned to smile at me. “This is…impressive. I can’t believe you planned this.”
“I’m glad you like it, but it’s not impressive, sweetheart.” I brushed the pads of my fingers over her cheek and kissed her. “I care about you, I love you, so I’m going to show you in every little way I can.”
Her nose brushed mine as she lingered against me. She tasted faintly of cherries and like my entire fucking future.
“Now, what is it you said earlier?” I asked, peering over her shoulder at the room full of junk. “Let’s break some shit.”
She smiled and dropped her bag into one of the storage lockers. She tied her hair back and appraised the room through the wired glass. “I guess we can pick a weapon?” She pointed to the array of items hanging on the opposite wall.
There were a few golf clubs, bats, two sledgehammers, and a crowbar. She scanned the options available, running her fingers over each of them before choosing one of the bats. Testing the weight of it in her hand, she hit the barrel against her other palm.
There was a sort of bright intensity in her eyes that made me move quicker. Although I wasn’t planning on fully participating and leaving most of the breaking to her, I still grabbed a sledgehammer and handed her a pair of goggles before opening the door.
Even wearing the thick clear goggles, she was fucking perfect. She spun in a circle, surveying the room, while I headed straight to the control panel on the wall. In less than a minute, the playlist I’d curated began thumping through the speakers on the ceiling.
Her excitement and smile were contagious. “You’ve thought of everything,” she hollered over the music. I shrugged and motioned to the room with the sledgehammer in my hand.
“Go for it, sweetheart. Break shit.”
She tossed the bat and gripped the handle in both hands. Her first swing was hard and fast and shattered the screen of an old TV. She hadn’t hesitated or contemplated what she might hit first.
From where I stood behind her, all I could see was the exaggerated rise and fall of her shoulders. Pieces of the TV had splintered off, and the cracks in the screen ran through it in no particular pattern, spearing off in every direction.
With another deep breath, she unleashed herself on the rest of the room, swinging the bat with enough force that anything in her path was immediately decimated. It was kind of beautiful to watch her free all that anger she’d been holding onto.
With the hard rock beat echoing around us, she shattered several glass bottles on top of a large piece of furniture and nailed an old computer tower sitting next to it. Then she began swinging so quickly that I couldn’t identify an item before she wrecked it. Glass shattered, and pieces flew everywhere. Minutes passed, and she didn’t let up.
Finally, when she’d nearly annihilated one of the two side tables in the room beyond recognition, she turned toward me. Each breath was coming out in a difficult, ragged pant that I couldn’t hear over the music, but I could see in the way her chest rose and fell. Tears were streaming down her face, and my heart was as broken and shattered as everything in the room.
I took a step, ready to comfort her or do whatever I needed to, but she beat me to it. The bat slipped from her grip and clattered unceremoniously to the floor. She strode toward me, her long legs quickly eating up the space between us as she tugged the goggles off her face.
She dropped those to the floor, too, and I didn’t have much time to react before she slammed her mouth over mine. Having never actually put them on, I released my own goggles from my grip and tossed the sledgehammer to the side.
The impact of her body was forceful enough that I staggered back a few steps before finding my balance once again. My back hit the wall, and Blakely’s hands clasped either side of my face. The softness of her palms was a beautiful contradiction, to the thick stubble along my jaw.
My own hands found her waist, slipping over the smooth, satin fabric of her skirt as I held her close. Although it wasn’t necessary, she was tugging herself closer and closer until all the space between us vanished.
Our hungry kiss wasn’t pretty or well-choreographed. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, a frenzy of need and clawing desire. I could taste the pent-up emotions on her lips and feel the unburdening in every hurried touch of her fingers.
“Fuck me,” she muttered against my lips, not breaking our kiss. “I need you, Devon. ”
There was a split second in which I considered that it may not be a good idea. Jason was gone, and so was everyone else, but that didn’t mean we should take advantage of it.
My brain was trying to reason why we shouldn’t, as my cock quickly shot to attention behind my jeans and was cataloging every reason why we should. Like she already knew my internal battle and how I was wavering, Blakely reared back just enough that she could look up at me.
There was only confidence in her expression, and her tone was serious when she confessed, “If you don’t get your cock inside me right now, I might scream.” That, combined with her nails digging into my jeans as she palmed my cock, was more than enough to snap my restraint.
I’d already clocked the one table still standing in the middle of the room, so I knew exactly what I was doing as I lifted her into my arms and set her ass on top of it. Wasting no time, I pushed up her skirt until it was gathered around her waist, and I could see the black lace panties hidden underneath. The same ones she’d teasingly strutted around in for several minutes earlier that evening while I was trying to get us out of the house on time. When she knew I couldn’t do what I really wanted to do.
She panted and lifted her hips to tug her skirt even higher. Running my thumb over the center of her panties, I groaned at the wetness already dampening the fabric. “You are quite literally the culmination of all my fantasies. The fact that I’m not inside you twenty-four-seven, whether it be my tongue, my fingers, or my cock, is a fucking feat.”
While I spoke, I pushed her damp panties to the side and repeated the same motion, running my thumb up and down her center without the pesky fabric in the way. She gasped when my warm finger met her heated flesh.
“Already so wet for me,” I said, and she nodded. I looked down and watched my thumb tease her needy clit, enjoying the way her back bowed and she inched closer. “Gorgeous girl with the most gorgeous cunt.”
She growled, and my eyes shot to hers. She lurched forward and wrapped a hand around my neck while the other dove between us and began working my belt. Our mouths resumed that hungry kiss, our lips colliding brutally.
“More,” she begged.
Overcome by the feeling of her pussy and before I had time to register anything more, her hands were reaching into my briefs and pushing them down to free my cock.
I hissed when her hand wrapped around me, already on the verge of exploding just with the anticipation of being inside her and the heat of her palm. She twisted her hand, pumping hard several times before I growled just as she had and circled my hand around her wrist.
I lifted her arm to my neck, where her other hand had a tight hold of my hair. Her nails dug into my scalp as I leaned forward. She was wet, but still, I poised above her pussy and spit directly onto it. It slipped down around the crown of my cock, and I held her panties to the side as I spread it around her opening.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, but her words broke off when I sheathed myself inside her in one quick, hard thrust. I crowded her over the table, placing one palm next to her hip and gripping her upper thigh with the other.
There was nothing graceful or gentle about it. My jeans still around my hips and her skirt indecently rucked up, we were the image of sudden, demanding desire. Desire that couldn’t be ignored and wouldn’t dissipate until it was finally satisfied.
Her hand landed on top of mine as she tried to keep herself upright while I fucked her into the table. It creaked beneath us, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Blakely chanted. I twisted our fingers together and dropped my head to the crook of her neck. She smelled so fucking good .
Looking up, I’d intended to kiss her until my eyes caught on something behind her. It was the remnants of a shattered mirror reflecting the light in the room and our moving forms. It was broken but not so far gone that you couldn’t clearly make out our reflection.
The top she’d chosen dipped down in the back and showed off half of the sword tattooed down her spine. I’d taken to touching it often—rubbing her back at night and massaging the hilt whenever I felt pulled to do so.
And with the conveniently placed mirror, I could see it as I felt her tighten around me. My cock throbbed at the sight, every sensation magnified by her sweet sounds of pleasure and the wetness now thoroughly coating my cock.
Each thrust was deep and intentional. By now, I knew her body so well; I knew how she liked to be fucked.
Taking another long look at the tattoo and her curly hair spilling from the loose bun at the back of her head, I remembered the surprise I’d brought. I hadn’t planned to use it until later, but there was no time like the present.
I stood and reached into my pocket.
Blakely groaned. “Fuck, Dev. Don’t stop. Please, don’t—what is that?”
With my jeans hanging around my upper thighs, it took me several more seconds than it should have to retrieve the little toy from my pocket. The pink silicone was soft and discreet enough that I’d had it all night without anyone knowing.
“It’s for you,” I explained, continuing to roll my hips in and out of her. “I’d planned on using it later, but I can’t resist with you writhing on my cock.”
“You brought a vibrator?”
I nodded.
“So, when we’re not in the bedroom…”
The toy wasn’t made for the fingers of a six-and-a-half-foot tall, two-hundred-and-fifty-pound man, but I somehow managed to stretch it over my finger. “You can come whenever I want you to,” I finished for her .
“My fucking Boy Scout,” she murmured. “Always so prepared.”
Her cunt constricted around me, and I smiled. “I think my preparedness turns you on with the way your pussy is fluttering around me.” Leaning forward, I dropped more spit onto her clit and spread it with the neon pink toy. “And if it means you coming around my cock more often and watching you fall apart, then I’ll carry it forever.”
I pressed the appropriate combination of buttons, and the toy came to life. The vibration was low and steady, but her body jumped when I pressed it against her. She gasped and groaned loudly, rolling her hips along my cock and pressing harder against the vibrating toy.
My eyes trailed up her writhing body, and I hated how many clothes she was still wearing. I loved watching her skin blush with pleasure behind her dark tattoos and subtly marking my hands and teeth. I enjoyed watching the barbells through her rosy nipples. Pinching, twirling, and rolling them between my fingers.
Another moan pierced the air, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Trying to hold off my orgasm until I felt the ecstasy that was her tightening around me, her eyes slid shut and her head tipped back. Both of her hands were braced behind her, but her arms were shaking, as were her legs.
I urged her thighs to tighten around my waist, and the thick heel of her boots dug into my ass as I turned up the vibration and pressed harder. She cursed under her breath and squeezed her eyes shut tighter.
I leaned forward and banded my free hand behind her back and around her waist, taking some of her weight and burying my face in the crook of her neck. I kissed anywhere my lips could reach and breathed her in as deeply as my lungs would allow.
“Harder,” she begged, turning her head and kissing the shell of my ear. A shiver whipped through me as her hot breath fanned over my cheek.
“Yes, ma’am,” I managed to say through gritted teeth.
She shifted to one hand and wrapped the other around my neck. The table beneath her squeaked and moaned, and the music grew louder and louder, almost crescendoing with her.
“That’s it, I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I said. “You’re safe with me.”
I glanced up just in time to watch the muscles in her back tense around that sword, the leaves and flowers surrounding it jumping.
She cried out my name a split second before her entire body tensed. I felt the warmth of her orgasm drenching me, and her constricting walls made my cock throb.
She was stunning, beautiful, perfect. Mine.