Chapter 5
Fletch
Where are the fucking brakes?
I need to slow this down. Mari was traumatized today. She was harassed. She lost her job. Her life has been upended.
But all I can think about is getting every fat inch of my dick inside her.
Only it’s more than that. Mari has unlocked a vault inside of me where a possessive monster lives.
As I carry her down the hallway toward the biggest bedroom, I’m at war inside.
But with her fingers in my hair, her pussy pressed against the fly of my jeans, and the little sexy sounds she’s making against my lips, I’m done.
When we reach the bed, I plant my knee and lower her down, taking a moment to look into those pretty eyes.
“This is a lot,” I say as gently as I can but my voice is still full of heat. “We don’t have to do this.”
She tugs me down and I let her. The way she presses her mouth against my jaw causes a geyser of hormones to shoot off inside me. Fucking hell. Like I wasn’t fucking sprung already.
“I want you,” she whispers against my skin.
“Dammit,” I rumble, mashing her into the bed with the weight of my pelvis. “Tell me you’re sure.”
Her hand slips under my shirt, fingers spreading across my abs. “I want to be skin to skin with you.”
A valve inside my head hisses.
This is happening. I’m about to fuck the new office manager for our construction company. I’m moving her in. I’m never going to be able to keep my hands off her.
“Know what you’re getting, Mari. I’m gonna be a possessive motherfucker. You come on my cock, you’ll be wearing my rocker on your cut.”
She smiles against my mouth. “I don’t know what that is, but you being all growly and protective has me so hot I can’t stand it.”
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as I drag her off the bed and put her in front of me so she’s standing between my knees as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“I’m going to see every beautiful inch of you the first time I undress you. You probably don’t know this, but I’ve seen you. For weeks I’ve been fantasizing about the size of your tits.”
She blushes from her shirt collar to her hairline. “What?”
I grip my dick. “See this beast. I’ve been beating it off thinking about you.”
She swallows loud enough to hear. Then she quietly admits, “I’ve been watching you too. I saw you in town. You came into the hardware store one day while I was stocking shelves. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of you.”
I lock up inside as a new reality unfolds in my mind. She’s wanted me too.
“Ready?”
She nods and I shock her by flicking out my switchblade. “Won’t be needing this again.” In one fast slash, I slit the fabric from the buttons down to the hem, letting it fall open.
I almost swallow my tongue when I get my eyes on the full, pink swell of her tits. Goddamn.
“I want to fuck these too,” I say in a filthy, dark tone.
She whimpers and sways, letting out a choked laugh. “You’re a maniac, Fletch.”
“A hungry maniac. Now hold still like a good girl.”
I cut the band of her bra too, right between her tits. “I’ll buy you plenty more, don’t worry.”
Leaning in, I capture her mouth in a ravenous kiss as I palm one breast, then the other. They were made for my hands.
She melts so much I have to hold her up.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, these are grade-A tits, honey. You need to be showing these off.”
This time when I take her mouth with my tongue, she’s wild again. I love it. Every sound. The way her hands clench my forearms and desperate whimpers form in her throat drives me crazy.
I rip open the fly of her jeans, shoving the denim and her panties down to her ankles. Finally skin. And Jesus… I need to slap myself. “Turn around. Let me see you,” I rasp.
As she kicks off her shoes, jeans and panties, Mari turns in a quick circle, a eyes downcast shyly.
I grab her hips so I can properly look at that ass. Soft curves for fucking days. “Good god, woman. This ass is so hot, it’s criminal.”
She ducks her head more.
“Oh no. Don’t hide from me. I love this.” I grip both her ass cheeks, growling loudly. “Gonna fuck this too. Can’t wait to watch this bouncing against me.”
She lets out a nervous laugh, and I drag her back into my lap so I can hold her with one arm across her stomach the other across her tits.
Kissing her neck, I soften my words. “We’ll go slow. Whatever you want. Whenever you want.”
“Thank you,” she whispers softly. “It’s a little overwhelming. I don’t have any experience—I’ve only fooled around. No penetrative sex.”
Oh my fucking god. My head falls back—my vision grays out for a second.
Mari is very still in my arms and her voice is small. “I was afraid you’d react that way.”
I spin her around so I can take her face in my hands. “You’re a gift, Mari. Wouldn’t think any less if you’d been with another man, but I’m honored to be your first and I’m going to make this good for you.”
She searches my face, her eyes scanning back and forth. “I know you will.”
I shove off my cut, letting the leather drape over the end of the bed. Then I reach back to jerk my T-shirt off with one hand. I set her back from me gently, so I have enough room to stand up before her.
Kicking off one boot, then the other, I reach for my belt. She stops me looking into my eyes as she says, “Let me.”
I rest my hands on her hips as she carefully opens the buckle, tugs on the button, and slides down the zipper.
“No boxers,” she says, surprised.
“He likes to run free.”
This gets a soft laugh out of her, but the sound dies when she pushes my jeans down enough to let me out.
“Oh.” Her eyes jump to my face and back to my cock.
“Don’t worry.” I wrap her hand around me, squeezing. A low growl builds in my chest. “I’ll be easy until you beg me not to be.”