Chapter Eight – FelixAthena
Like any healthy, red-blooded man, I awoke with a hard, aching cock.
Erectile dysfunction wasn’t my issue, so I dealt with morning wood daily.
Most days, I ignored it. From time to time, I jerked off.
On the rare occasion that I allowed a partner to spend the night, I might wake her up and use her to sate myself.
Athena’s body was still pressed against mine, the feel and scent of her not helping my arousal.
The thought of waking her up and sinking my dick into her pussy crossed my mind.
Yet, I wouldn’t cross that line unless she initiated contact.
Then, all bets were off, medical protocol be damned.
As I told her last night, we weren’t in a facility, so following the rules wasn’t a requirement.
With option one unappealing, and option three out of the question, I decided that today would be one of the days that I used my hand.
Carefully, I detangled myself from Athena.
A soft snore escaped her as I adjusted her lithe body.
Once again, I lamented how she’d turned herself into a walking billboard and ruined her beautiful body with tattoos.
Standing from the bed, I went to the bathroom. Usually, I started my day with a cold shower, but no way would I do that shit with a blizzard raging outside and cooling the cabin. Hot showers were typically an evening luxury, but I’d make an exception for myself under the circumstances.
While the water heated, I undressed, then tested the temperature with my hand. Satisfied, I stepped under the hot stream, my body relaxing as the warm water pelted my body. For I moment, I just stood still and relished the sensation. Then, my aching balls and throbbing cock wouldn’t be ignored.
I took my time, trailing my hand down my body, and imagining Athena’s smaller, softer hand all over me. When I fisted my dick, I groaned and closed my eyes, throwing my head back.
“Shit,” I moaned, gliding my hand along my shaft, pre-cum beading on the tip of my cock.
The memory of Athena’s body pressing against mine rose in my head. She fit against me so perfectly, and I couldn’t help but wonder how her cunt would grip my length as I pounded into her. She ignited a want I hadn’t felt in years. My forbidden desire only worsened my craving for her.
“Keep going, baby,” I panted, picturing Athena before me, on her knees, giving me a hand job, her tongue out, eager to swallow my load.
Fuck, but the image nearly made me come immediately.
My other hand joined the fray, fondling my balls as I jerked off. My hips thrusted into my hand, and my thighs shook at the sensation of my nut massage.
“You’re doing so well, Athena,” I growled, getting lost in my daydream.
Pressure built in my core, and I gasped, shooting my load, my seed creating a mess that was quickly washed down the drain by the shower stream.
I gasped as the aftershocks of my orgasm wore off and was left wishing that my fantasy would become a reality, sooner rather than later.
I really had to stop going to the bathroom when Felix was in it.
My bladder again woke me up, but this time, the sound of the running shower clued me in that he occupied the room.
Yet, the running water didn’t mask the sound of his pleasure, or his dirty talk.
I was helpless to do anything but listen to him, and heat shot through me when he moaned my name.
My pussy ached. It’d been so long since I fucked.
My dry spell was the reason for my intense attraction to the doctor.
Thankfully, I was healing faster than expected, since those bitches wanted to make me suffer before they killed me. It wasn’t my first time being shot. Twice before, I’d fallen victim to a bullet. The first resulted in the loss of my baby.
Another small caliber bullet that hit me in the ass but slowed me down enough to where I was shoved, kicked, and punched, beaten terribly. Once again, Bloody Femme cunts were responsible.
Fendi and the girls brought me back to the clubhouse. The doctor who visited me ignored me when I told him I was five months pregnant and cramping. When I began to miscarry, he responded with, “Oh, so you told the truth.”
Well before then, my trust in doctors was shaky. They were rude, impatient, and just motherfuckers. But then I’d gotten shot a second time and had to go to a hospital for emergency surgery. The bullet couldn’t be dug out by a quack on the take from us.
I always figured the third time would end in my death. According to the old saying, the third time is the charm, yada, yada, yada. Instead, my recovery was the easiest yet.
Still, the wounds ached like a motherfucker, and once Felix was done jerking off, I retreated into the bedroom to sit back down.
When he entered the room in nothing but a towel, his chiseled body and damp, tousled hair making him look like a wet dream come to life, I silently headed to the bathroom to piss, the sound of his sexy moans echoing in my ears.
It made getting through breakfast a challenge. I was unable to meet his eyes as I ate, and he didn’t try to spark a conversation. The only sound was the wind howling outside, and our utensils scraping against the plate.
“Is the food seasoned to your liking?” he asked when I was halfway done.
I nodded. “Pretty hard to fuck up toast and bacon.”
“And the eggs?”
“Salt and pepper are enough for a sunny side up.”
“Hmmm,” he hummed, smirking.
God, but I wanted to kiss him. I wished he’d assert his authority over me as he had in the bathroom yesterday, and as he had in bed last night.
I shook my head, trying to banish my thoughts as I took a big swig of coffee.
I was just horny and needed to take a cue from him and rub one off.
That would allow me to be more level-headed and let me think of a game plan for when the snowstorm died down.
Going back to Kansas City was inevitable, and I doubted the Bloody Femmes were lurking in the area.
They’d taken out Fendi, didn’t know I had lived, and ran off with the suitcase.
No, the bigger threat was what awaited me back in the city.
Razor wanted me dead. Until I took him out, I wasn’t safe, nor would my sisters be.
“A twenty for your thoughts?” Felix asked, drawing my attention back to him.
I cocked a brow. “Isn’t it a penny?”
“A penny can’t get you anything nowadays, sweetheart, so I’m just adjusting for inflation.”
I laughed, though my humor quickly fled. There was no joy at what faced me, and I feared what I’d discover once I returned to civilization.
“I’m afraid a twenty still isn’t enough,” I said quietly.
Dumbass that I was, his scoff shouldn’t have jarred me, but it did. I narrowed my eyes, pushing my plate away as my appetite fled.
“What the fuck is that for?” I demanded.
“I’m not allowed to make sounds in my own fucking cabin?”
“You can do whatever the hell you want, but I will react how I please.”
He returned my glare. “You’re cheeky as hell, you know that? And secretive and bossy to boot.”
I recoiled. If that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black!
“Oh, I’m bossy? That’s fucking rich coming from you.”
“Again, I own the property, so I’m allowed to make demands. Of course, I don’t know why I expect a criminal—”
“Don’t finish that fucking sentence,” I ordered, interrupting whatever bullshit he was about to spew. “You have a lot of fucking nerve, looking down on me, then turning around and jerking off while moaning my name.”
Sudden silence descended. I wished I had a camera to capture his expression. The shock on his face was almost comical, but the look in his darkening eyes stole my amusement. He stood from his chair and stalked to mine. I held his gaze, refusing to back down.
“Yeah, that’s right, I heard you earlier,” I said, keeping my head high and shoulders squared to hide the way his closeness rattled me.
He smelled so good, and the angry set of his jaw made my walls clench around nothing. The submissive side of me that Warrior had unlocked longed for Felix to put me in my place, to bend me over the table and fuck me until I apologized for being a mouthy little bitch.
“You mouth off too fucking much, you know that?” he murmured, his hands resting on the arms of my chair, caging me in with his body.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Did you like hearing how much I want you?” he whispered in a rough voice, his lips brushing against my jaw and trailing to my ear.
My breath hitched and I squirmed. “If I did?”
Another second of silence passed. Felix straightened to his full height, and my pulse thumped through my veins, my entire body alive with anticipation. He tipped my chin up, searched my face, and smiled. His eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction.
He didn’t allow me to savor his primal look before he crouched down and slammed his lips against mine. The kiss was hard, an assertion of dominance rather than an expression of lust.
I welcomed it, trusting him. I was no longer his patient or a biker, and he was no longer a doctor with such rigid beliefs. We were two people, stranded in a remote cabin, acting on instinct.
Humming in my throat, I melted into him and our kiss, anxious to follow his commands. My pussy throbbed, ready to take him.
Without warning, he pulled away, leaving us both panting. Regret flickered across his face, and he opened his mouth to speak, his arms falling away as he started to stand.
No! Absolutely not. That one taste wasn’t enough for me.
I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss, my tongue seeking entrance into his mouth.
Briefly, I thought it was a lost cause. Felix loved control, and I was switching our roles. He remained tense, refusing to open for me. Just when I was about to give up and slackened my hold, he gripped my hair and tilted my head back, snaking his tongue into my mouth.
I whimpered as our tongues entangled, and my nipples beaded. Our kiss was messy, wet and hot, so intense I thought my pussy would explode in ecstasy.
It left me dazed and hungry for him. Even when he pulled away, I couldn’t get enough of him, and my lips sought his again.
“Stop!” he ordered roughly, his earlier regret gone. He got to his feet, his erection pressing against his jeans.
Drawing in a deep breath, I pressed my lips against the imprint of his hard cock, then I sat back and met his gaze.
He smirked. “Needy, aren’t you, pet?”
My lips felt delightfully swollen. “Shut up,” I ordered as he returned to his seat.
“That’s not how you talk to me.”
“Shut up, sir ,” I said to mock him, as if I wasn’t dripping wet just from a kiss.
He stared at me for a moment, then shook his head, picking up his fork again.
“Be a good girl and finish your breakfast. Then I’ll clean your wounds.”
Despite my bravado, I was helpless to do anything but obey him, anticipating the next time he kissed me.