Chapter 8 Cinerator #2
When I turned into her apartment complex, my headlights landed on the spot where her truck was parked, directly below her bedroom window. The lights were off, and that didn’t surprise me at nearly 3 a.m.
What did piss me off was the motherfucker who glanced my way, a crowbar in his hand as he tried to break into her vehicle. I sped toward him, scaring the shit outta the guy as he fell on his ass. I kicked down the stand and rushed off my bike, running toward him as he took off.
Of course, I chased him. He wasn’t getting away from me. I pulled my piece from the holster strapped to my chest and pointed it in his direction. “Stop right there, or I’ll shoot your fucking kneecaps.”
He stumbled over his feet and fell, landing hard on his left wrist as he howled and clutched it to his chest.
Karma, asshole.
“You chose the wrong fucking car.”
“Sh-shit,” he cursed. “Sorry, man. Won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t.” I pointed to my cut. “See this?”
His gaze swept over the front, and he frowned.
I turned sideways so the streetlight could show him what he obviously missed.
“Oh, fuck.” He paled. “Don’t worry. I’m outta here. Promise. Won’t touch that truck again, and I’ll let my boys know.”
“You do that.”
He got up and scrambled away from me, running his skinny ass as fast as he could. I didn’t think he was stupid enough to come back to the complex and break into Gwen’s truck a second time.
I holstered my gun and returned to my bike, noting the quiet neighborhood. Nobody noticed shit because they all slept in their beds. I preferred the night—fewer people. Less traffic.
Gwen’s truck wasn’t badly damaged. I only noticed a scrape on her paint. Must have caught the guy before he had a chance to shove the crowbar into her window.
I glanced up at her bedroom, thinking it was the one fucking night it would have been nice to have a patrol car in the area. Then again, if the cops were around, I wouldn’t be able to climb up the fire escape and enter her through her window.
When I reached it, I noticed that she had locked it. Good girl. It didn’t pose much of a problem for me, and I managed to get inside without making too much noise. But I was pleased that she remembered to take precautions like I asked.
I slid the window shut behind me and turned toward the bed, instantly turned on by the sight of her, covers thrown aside, naked on the mattress. Was this a present for me? A wish that I’d sneak into her room and wake her up with my face buried in her pussy?
Done.
I hadn’t fucked her yet. That was intentional.
I wanted her to know it wasn’t just about sex for me.
She was special. Gwen needed to understand, and I believed she did because the last time I slid my fingers inside her, I made her come on one of our midnight walks.
When I told her that she was mine, she didn’t argue.
But now? With her on the bed and waiting for me? It was time.
Impatient now that I decided, I slid off my cut and draped it over her desk chair. My clothes landed on the floor, followed by my boots. The only thing that I kept close was my phone—no choice there if G.D. or Cyber called.
My knees landed on the mattress as I climbed over her body, suspended above her as I devoured every exposed inch of soft skin. Even in her sleep, her emotions pushed through, and I grinned when she said my name. Gwen found me in her dreams.
Gently, so I didn’t wake her yet, I parted her thighs. Her scent nearly overpowered me with lust. My cock grew so hard I could pound nails into the fucking wood. When my head lowered and my nose inhaled, I had to fight back a growl.
She was intoxicating. Sweet. Perfection.
I decided I couldn’t drag this out. I had to have her. Diving right in, I slipped one leg over my shoulder and speared her with my tongue. She tasted better than I imagined. Holding her spread open, I began to press on her clit, rubbing tight circles as I waited for her to wake up.
Gwen gasped. Her eyes opened, and she moaned, looking down at me with a hunger that rivaled mine. Her desire and need for me flooded my brain. I slid two fingers inside her and crooked them, thrusting as her head tossed back and the sexiest sound left her lips.
When she began to roll her hips, taking her pleasure from me, knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I withdrew my fingers and pulled back, swiping the back of my hand across my mouth.
“Best gift ever, baby,” I announced as she smiled.
“I knew you’d come back before dawn.”
“Guess I better fuck you now, huh?”
“That is the whole point, baby.” Her husky tone and half-lidded eyes had nothing on that word spoken on her pretty mouth.
I wasn’t sure why it made me so fucking hard to hear it, but I was about to fuck her hard enough to smash this headboard into the wall. “Dangerous,” I whispered, climbing up her body. “You ready for me?”
“God, yes. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Just one thing.”
Impatience dominated her emotions. “Cin!”
“Need you to know that after this, it’s official. You’re mine.”
“You already said that when I came on your fingers.”
Wicked girl. “No other cock but mine. I don’t share.”
“Neither do I. Keep yours in your pants.”
I grinned so fucking wide at her words. “Touch yourself,” I ordered as I wrapped my hand around my dick and began to pump up and down, gathering a bit of the wetness between her legs and using it as lube. “Play. Show me how you like to be touched.”
Her hand slid down her stomach and dipped lower, swirling over that bundle of nerves until her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. “It’s not enough, Cin. I need you to fill me.”
“Baby, I don’t think I can be gentle.”
“Then don’t.”
She didn’t know what she was asking. How the monster in me wanted to ruin her. I had the urge to wipe every man she’d ever been with and strike them from her mind. To give her my cock and make her come until she passed out.
This wasn’t going to be one time tonight. Before dawn, I’d have her multiple times, and fill her full of my cum. That animalistic side of my brain wanted to mark her, cover her in my scent, and ensure every male knew she belonged to me.
“Spread wide, baby.”