Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sver
I look down at Candy, tears on her cheeks, her nose red, her mouth looking swollen and bruised as she arcs up to open herself even more to me.
I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her hips tighter to mine so that I’m deep inside her, I’ve never felt so wrapped in a woman.
What Candy and I are doing isn’t sex. I guess that’s incorrect, it is in every way the act. But it’s not like any sex I’ve ever had before. It’s a joining, where her body is completely and utterly open to me.
“Candy,” I say on a deep and guttural groan. “You feel so…” I can’t even find the word as I loosen my grip, sliding out and then pumping back into her.
“Don’t stop,” she moans breathlessly, her fingers locking around my wrists, her nails digging into my skin.
“I’m not hurting you, baby?”
“No. Give me more.”
Fucking hell. Is she trying to tie me tight to her? It’s working. “That’s my good girl,” I grunt, pumping into her even faster. “You’re such a good girl.”
“Yes,” she moans, her nails digging so deep that she’s got to be drawing blood. “I want to be your best girl. Fuck me harder.”
My best girl? No contest. Candy is so much more than I ever expected, than I ever even thought to ask for.
I’m pumping into her with such force, I think the legs on my couch might be loosening, but I keep going, the back thumping against the wall. If I had neighbors, they’d be worried.
I can feel her pussy tightening around me, growing so slick, I slide in and out, holding her like she might float away and never come back if I ease my grip.
I have a feeling like this is the most solid thing I’ve ever held. But the thought flits through my mind, the deep need to cum pushing most thoughts away as I just feel the orgasm build.
I’m frantic now, pumping into her with a force that blinds me to everything but her.
She’s letting out these keening moans, her head tossed back, her neck open, her chest arched as she takes me, her pussy starting to spasm around me.
And then she breaks, screaming out as she cums.
I can barely hold back to let her finish and then I break too, cumming with a roar that echoes off the high ceilings of the loft.
It goes on and on, and I cum until I feel so spent that I collapse on top of her.
The orgasm done, my mind is wiped clean as I gather her in my arms, my forehead coming to hers. “Are you all right?”
“I’m wonderful,” she murmurs back, her hands finally loosening from my wrists to slide up my arms. “That was…out of this world.”
That makes me chuckle. That is one way to put it. But the orgasm has cleared my mind, and I as I lift my head to look down at her half-lidded eyes, her skin all flushed, her pulse still fluttering in her throat, I understand what I’ve been pecking around the edges of these last three months.
Candy is mine.
She belongs in my arms. She belongs at my side.
“You ever going to have kids?” I ask, knowing it’s an odd question considering I just came inside her.
She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. After my childhood, and what I know about this world…”
I get it. “Understood. I have two, and I fucked it up about as bad as a man can. They’re alive. I think that’s enough for me.”
Her eyes open. “So no more kids for you?”
I lean down and kiss her lips. “I don’t think I’m the paternal type.”
She winces, her body tensing under mine. “That makes sense.” But even her voice is tighter.
I have no idea why she’s pulled away. She just told me she didn’t want to have kids either. I grab her jaw, tilting her face to mine. Then I kiss her mouth.
She kisses me back, but I can feel the difference. The tension, the way she’s closing off. “Where are you going?”
Her eyes fill with confusion. “With your weight on me? Nowhere.”
I don’t smile at her smart little quip. “I mean in your head. I thought it was a good thing that neither of us wants kids.”
Her eyes go wide. “Oh. I thought you were telling me you weren’t interested in caring for anyone.”
I pull back, staring at her as I realize what she was thinking. I kiss her again, but this time it’s gentle, easy. “You fuck me like that again, and I might be your slave.”
She softly laughs against my mouth. “Noted.” She rubs her cheek against mine. “And for whatever it’s worth, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. The only time that even comes close is the last time we had sex.”
I slide my hand under her neck, cradling her head as I open her neck to me, trailing my lips down her silky skin. “Just so that we’re clear, we are going to try to top today. And if we don’t, we’ll just keep trying.”
She laughs then, husky and sexy as hell, her body so soft under mine. “Deal.”
Once I’ve taken care of Vinnie, we can talk about what’s next. I’ve got a few ideas, but I need to know what she sees for herself.
I saw her cutting hair today, and she shines when she’s working on other people. My guess is, she’s going to want to keep up with her profession.
Which I think could work.
I lift her up off the couch and carry her to the bathroom. Once I’ve got her all cleaned up, I need to feed my woman, and she is my woman, and then tuck her into my bed.
Candy is going to be spending a lot of time in my bed.
And when she isn’t, she’s going to move free and easy in this world, knowing that her man is the kind that would never let anyone or anything hurt her.
Never.
I scrub her clean and then dress her in one of my T-shirts. She pads out into the kitchen, her legs on full display, smelling like me in my clothes, which fills me with deep fucking satisfaction.
It’s also hot as fucking hell as she bends down and looks into my fridge. “I think you’ve got the stuff for me to make a chicken noodle soup. Interested?”
My brows lift. “You’re going to cook for me?”
She shrugs, looking down. “I’m really glad to be here and happy to help however I can.”
This fucking woman. So many people want to take, take, take.
But with her, it’s all fucking give.
It’s not that I haven’t given too, but not because she’s asked for a thing.
“I’ll tell you what. You make dinner and I’ll go back to your apartment and collect the rest of your stuff.”
“You’re sure you’ll be safe?” she asks, her brow furrowing.
That is adorable. I’m not going to tell her just how dangerous I am, but my safety is the least of our worries. “I’m perfectly safe.”
She pushes up on tiptoe and kisses my lips, her arms winding around my neck. I pull her body in close, breathing her in.
I hope Candy doesn’t change her mind about me, because I’m not sure I’m letting her go. Ever.
That feeling I had earlier, that Candy should have the kind of man that makes her feel safe, comes back.
If my girls are truly protected and happy with the Smiths, then maybe it’s time for me to direct my energy somewhere else.
A woman like Candy would be a joy to make my own.
I kiss her once, twice, before I ease back. “Won’t take me longer than an hour.”
She nods and then starts searching the cabinets, pulling out a pan and a cutting board.
“Once I leave, stay in the apartment. You won’t be able to get back in if you go out.”
“Understood,” she answers with a nod as she pulls an onion from the basket on the counter and starts chopping.
I shrug on my coat, the early fall nights now cold. Besides, my black leather jacket helps me to blend into the shadows, and then I’m out the door, heading down to the car.
On my way, I can dispose of our clothing.
But as I make my way down the stairs and into the garage, I can feel the vibration in the air that tells me I am not alone.
It’s not a sense most people develop, but I always know.
I stop, pulling my weapon from my belt as I drop into a crouch behind my car.
“You’re annoyingly good, you know that?”
I’d recognize that British accent anywhere. Killian Smith.
I’m a little impressed that he made it into my completely closed garage. But mostly, I’m just pissed.