Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Candy
Does he get off on women talking?
Is that even a thing?
“Why would you want to hear all my bullshit?” I ask, my brows furrowing.
His thumb strokes across my cheek again. “Everyone wants to be heard. To be cared for.”
Jesus, this guy is dangerous. It’s like he looked inside me and read my soul.
I stare at him, not sure what to say. I’m not actually foolish enough to take him up on an offer like that.
I’ve already said enough, and besides, men say stuff like that until you actually start telling stories about the shitty parts of your life.
Like how my father left, and my mother turned into a crackhead, and my grandma locked me in the attic because I was just like my mother. Bad.
I shake my head. “I’ve talked enough. Tell me about you.”
One corner of his mouth turns up. “I’ve got two daughters, both married, neither speaks to me.”
My eyes go wide. Oh shit. “So my crazy won’t be too crazy?”
“No. There is nothing you could say that would be too crazy.”
“My father beat me constantly, then left, and my mother turned to drugs because she missed him even though he was an abusive piece of shit.”
He kisses me then, his hand on my jaw sliding behind my neck. “Keep going.”
“My grandma mostly kept me locked in the attic, convinced I’d turn to drugs too. I finally ran away, hit the streets, stole most of my food.” I am going to regret this in the morning. I never tell people this shit. “Got a job sweeping the floors of a beauty shop and learned a trade.”
“Good girl,” he answers, kissing me again, long and deep. Am I good for sharing or learning to be an esthetician?
I keep going. Telling him about how I lived in a one-bedroom apartment with seven people for like two years.
While I talk, he sets me on my feet and slowly starts taking off my clothes, kissing my skin as it’s exposed.
I’ve got nice skin, very even in tone, with a bronze glow that is natural.
It’s why I can get away with orange hair.
I might like to be loud in my hair and clothing styles, but I always want to look good.
I keep going, the words falling from my lips now, about how I met Marco, watched him kill a guy, and had to hide out with Angel.
“Who does he sell coke for that he can sample the goods?”
I blink. “I don’t know.” It never occurred to me to ask. “I was in more of the, I won’t tell anybody, I don’t really know anything mode. Not that it worked. He still tried to kill me.”
He pulls off my bra and then lifts me to lay me on the bed. He starts kissing my chest, teasing my nipples with his tongue. I’ve got solid, perky C to D cups, with nice round quarter-sized nipples.
I arch up, my fingers digging into his hair as he sucks one of the nipples completely in his mouth.
“You are so gorgeous,” he rumbles, before he shifts to the other breast.
I whimper, pushing up even higher in clear invitation. I am so open to this man that I hook my leg around his, attempting to pull his hips into mine. I’m in nothing but a thong, while he’s fully dressed.
He resists. “I want to hear more.”
I huff out my frustration. “Why?”
“I told you…” He lifts up, pressing his chest to mine before he kisses my lips. “I want to give you what you need.”
“What about me cried out this girl needs to confess?” I shouldn’t have asked. He’s going to say something about my bright orange hair or my super short skirt.
He kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine. Then he lifts up. “The hurt look in your eyes.”
“Oh,” I whisper before he pushes up and yanks his shirt over his chest. Muscles ripple as I watch his tattoos dance over his skin. He looks even better than I imagined.
“I fathered both my daughters while their mother was married to another man. She passed the children off as his, but he still knew the truth.”
My mouth falls open as I add that detail to the one he gave before about his daughters not speaking to him. “Oh.”
That’s when my phone starts blowing up. I hear the text messages come through in rapid fire from my purse.
Sver reaches for the bag on the floor and hands it to me. Somehow, that makes me relax even more. Like I’m not cut off here with him. We’re just…hanging out.
I open the phone, checking the messages.
It’s Angel’s brother, Knox.
Where are you?
That’s so weird. Knox has only ever texted me once, and it was when he was drunk. I quickly type back.
In my room.
I see the three dots appear before his message appears.
Good. Stay there.
I stare at the phone, my brow furrowing.
“Your boss?” Sver asks.
“No, his brother. He wants me to stay in my room, but I have no idea why.”
Sver’s hand trails down the middle of my chest between my breasts. “They are looking out for you.”
“I guess.” I close my eyes as I stretch into the touch. “But what are they worried about?”
“You were telling me about your ex.” He gives me another smile, leaning down and kissing the spot between my two breasts.
I huff out a breath. Now is hardly the time to talk about me. “You don’t think they’re in danger, do you?”
He lifts up again, sliding up my body so that his forearms rest on either side of my head, his lips pressing to mine. “Judging by what you said, they can handle themselves.”
My brow furrows. What did I say?
But then he’s kissing down my body once again, his lips trailing over my skin. “You taste as sweet as your name.”
“Most people don’t call me sweet.”
“Most people are stupid.”
That makes me laugh even as his tongue swirls over my belly button. “You stopped talking again.”
“Aren’t you tired of hearing the shitty details of my life?”
“No. Not in the least.”
I sigh, my eyes closing as he lightly nips at my hip bone. “Well, I’m tired of talking about it. Stringing it together like that sounds really—” I stop. The only word I can think of to finish the sentence is pathetic. “Tell me more about you.”
Sver stops, his blue-gray eyes holding mine captive. “You haven’t heard enough to realize that I’m someone you don’t want to know any better?”
“I was thinking the same thing about you,” I say as I reach down and touch his cheek, tracing the strong bone with the tips of my fingers. “But then I thought, if it’s just one night, maybe we tell each other a few secrets, give each other a chance to—"
He pushes up again, so fast I blink in surprise even as his hands circle my waist. “Candy.”
“What?” I gasp, before he stands and unbuttons his pants.
“I want to be inside you,” he rumbles.
Is he asking permission?
He pauses, his hand hovering over his zipper when I nod.
I’ve never actually had a one-night stand before, but my general impression is that this is not normal.
He yanks down his pants, his erection springing out. Like I said, I work in a whorehouse, I’ve seen a lot of dick. And I mean a lot.
But I’ve never seen one like Sver’s. Thick and veined in a way that’s hot as hell, I push up on my elbows to stare, my mouth dropping open. “I think I want to taste you.”
He gives me a wicked smile. “Next time.”
“Next time?” I ask, confusion drawing my brows together. Is he just messing with me?
But I don’t ask as he reaches for my thong, pulling it off my hips.
He pauses when it’s around my thighs. “You’re shaved clean.”
“Waxed,” I say, notching my chin. “It’s a nicer user experience.”
He leans down then, kissing my mound, in a move that makes my clit absolutely ache.
Since the orgasm, he’s mostly been teasing me, but now, with his face so close to where I crave pressure, I find myself panting as he presses his face into my mound again.
“You’re right. Waxed is better.” And then he dips his face between my legs, pressing his tongue right to my clit.
I don’t know what this man does that my reactions are so instantaneous, but the top half of my body lifts off the bed as I gasp in a sharp breath, pleasure crashing through my whole body.
My thighs begin to shake as I grab his head, grinding against him.
But he pulls away, his face filled with the kind of tension that makes me both excited and slightly nervous as he grabs the front of my thighs and pulls me closer, his cock lining up with my opening. He thrusts inside me with a quick pump that makes me scream even as he lets out a feral grunt.
“Fuck, Candy, you feel so good.”
Now this…this is a dream one-night stand. Hot, hot sex and the knowledge that you can act however you want because you’re never going to see each other again. “So do you.”
He pauses another second, deep inside me, before he pulls out and then thrusts back in, this one feeling even better than the last.
I claw at the covers, trying to reach some part of him so I can hang on as I whimper out my pleasure.
“I love the sounds you make,” he rumbles, pumping into me again. “Tell me what you want, sweet Candy.”
“Faster,” I gasp, gripping the blankets in tight fists. “Harder.”
He ratchets up the pace, pumping into me with a force that has everything on me jiggling. But I can’t even care how I look, the pleasure that’s hitting me in waves getting more intense with every thrust.
I’m making these high-pitched whimpers as he angles his body closer to mine, his chest hovering just above me.
I let go of the covers to throw my arms around his neck. The extra contact of our bodies is what finally tips me over the edge, and I scream out, another orgasm crashing through me.
Wave after wave of pleasure moves through me as his movements lose all art. And then a moan rips from his throat as he jerks inside of me, the intensity of his orgasm making me hold my breath. I finally let it out when he collapses on top of me.
I melt back into the covers, my arms still around him, but my muscles have turned to jelly. “Holy shit.”
His temple is pressed to my ear before he turns his face to press a light kiss to the same spot. “That sums it up.”
“I had no idea sex could be like that,” I mutter as my eyes slide closed, my hand skimming down his back. It’s the truth. I’ve never, and I mean never, experienced anything even close to what just happened between us.
“Hmmm,” he says, like he might say more, but I slip into sleep, whatever else he murmurs is just a faraway hum.
It isn’t until he moves off me that I jerk awake.
He looks down at me, a small, sexy grin playing at his gorgeous mouth. “I’m putting you under the covers, sweet treat.”
“Oh,” I sigh. “How long have I been asleep?”
“A few minutes,” he answers, kissing me before he lifts me up and pulls back the covers, laying me down again. Then he tucks the covers up around my body before he straightens away.
“You’re not sleeping with me?” I ask, knowing it’s a mistake. This is a no-strings, no-promises arrangement. I don’t have a right to want more.
“Not this time.” And then he leans down and kisses my lips. “Get some sleep.” His hand slides into the hair at my nape, his thumb sweeping over my cheek, before he pulls away, turns, and picks up his jeans, tugging them on in moves that are sexy as hell.
I should be exhausted. I should probably be ashamed.
But somehow, I’m turned on all over again as I watch him dress. It’s on the tip of my tongue to invite him into the bed for something other than sleeping. But there is something in the way his back is turned that I just know he won’t accept.
I sigh, despite myself.
“What’s wrong?”
There is no point in lying. “You look as good putting your clothes on as you did taking them off.”
He turns to me then, his T-shirt and jeans firmly on, and leans down to kiss me again. “You are something, you know that?”
“I am something,” I answer with a shrug. “Thanks for listening tonight. I…” I want to say something like I’ll never forget you, but it sounds stupid. Instead, I draw in a deep breath, going for something a little less…revealing. “I will never forget tonight.”
He looks down at me, searching my face. “Neither will I.” And then he grabs the rest of his clothes, shoving his shoes on.
He’s out the door without another word. I lie back, a little hollow now that he’s gone.
Silver lining, I don’t think I care about Vinnie Morelli at all.
But I might now be nursing a brand-new broken heart.