Davis
Ifucked her until she fainted.
I. Fucked. Her. Until. She. Fainted.
She slumps down into a heap on the supply closet floor, and I crouch down beside her. “Baby. Wake up, baby,” I pinch her cheeks, brushing back her hair from her face.
“Baby girl. Wake up.”
Nothing. Fucking nothing. She is out.
Ho-leeee shit.
I run my hand through my hair, trying to get my bearings. I came so hard I can barely see straight, but everything in me is laser focused on her. Tunnel vision on the only thing that matters. Her.
And the way I love her.
Because I know I do. I love her senseless. To heaven and back. Now and always.
But holy fucking shit. That’s my girl. On the floor. Cum spilling from her sugar-cunt and in another world. Because of me. My cocky pride at making her cum until her consciousness cracked is only slightly less than my concern about her.
I put my half-hard dick away and zip up my pants. In the corner of the supply closet, I see a first aid kit. I pop it open and find what I hoped to find; two paper-wrapped vials of smelling salts taped to the inside of the lid.
The door flies open just as I’m about to snap one under her nose. And there stands Mr. Mastriano, the owner of this place. As big as a bear but way more confused. He looks at Marin and me and at Marin again. “Sir?”
It doesn’t look good. That’s for sure. Time to think fast. “Low blood sugar. Happens all the time. We gotta get her pancreas checked.”
Mr. Mastriano, though, knows a thing or two. Been round the block, I can tell. Something tells me we aren’t the first couple to end up in this supply closet. He takes off his suit coat and covers her half-naked body gently and respectfully.
Props to this guy for sure.
“Ah yes, the pesky low blood sugar. Of course.”
I prop her head up on my knee and waft the smelling salts under her nose. She comes back to life both adorably and awkwardly, rumpling her nose and trying to get her face away from the sharpness of the ammonia.
Her eyes meet mine as soon as she’s back in the world.
“You okay, gorgeous?”
She rubs her nose hard. “I love you. I love you so much,” she says, as she blink-blink-blinks up at me.
Aww fuck. She’s everything. So innocent. So hot. So open. So sweet.
“I love you too, baby girl,” I say, holding her close, while Mr. Mastriano chuckles and leaves us be.
***
Dinner was perfect, fucking perfect. And it had nothing to do with the food. Just being there with her, across that table, with the candlelight glinting in her eyes. Talking, laughing, just being... was perfect.
Back at the house, Janie has left for the night.
And this house feels way more like home with Marin in it.
I’m in the kitchen, pouring myself a bourbon and making her a virgin mojito.
In the room next door, I hear her talking to Stevie.
She insisted on bringing him back some risotto arancini and also tiramisu.
“So how was it?” Stevie asks. “Christ, this tiramisu is awesome.”
She laughs sweetly. Somehow, I guess she’s sharing the tiramisu with him. “It was amazing. I passed out, it was so good.”
I muffle a snicker and listen for Stevie’s response. “No way.”
She giggles again. “I mean, it was amazing. I’ll say that much.”
I listen to the sound of their spoons on the take-out container and look out into the yard. For one fucking second, I see a flash-forward to another time. A hope. A dream.
A pile of leaves, carving pumpkins… and a pregnant Marin sipping hot cider by the fire pit.
Fuck. My heart. My heart just absolutely aches at the thought of it. Because I don’t know if I deserve her, but holy Jesus—I hope I do.
I’ve blocked old Franklin Baron on my phone after reading his ten text messages and listening to one of his voice mails. He must have gotten my number from Callahan because those two are as thick as burned oil.
When I put it together, I called her out on her fake name too. I didn’t tell her how I figured it out though. She said she’s not all that proud of her lineage and I can’t say I disagree. I disliked her grandfather before but now?
Now?
Let’s just say he’s had a nice life. Or he hasn’t. I don’t give a fuck but if he so much as throws a nasty look ever again at Marin?
What he saw me do to that fucker in the alley will seem like a massage at a day spa compared to what I’ll do to him.
He fucking left his granddaughter at the cabin.
His voicemail saying, ‘I’m storing something at your cabin.
You owe me. Don’t go checking on it. I’ll pick it up in the spring.
Mind your own business and I’ll forget what I saw.
If you decide to get nosey, I’ve got Police Chief Reynolds on speed dial.
He’s a deacon at my church. You call me back and tell me you got this message and we have an agreement.
Your cabin for the winter for me forgetting what I saw.
I’ll be waiting with my finger on speed dial. ”
What a righteous fuck he is.
Rage tosses tinder onto my rising temper but there’s nothing to do about him right now. I’ve got the prize he decided to throw away like an old lottery ticket and he can go pound fucking rocks in that mansion of his by himself for the rest of his days.
Which will be numbered if he tries to mess with my girl ever again.
“By the way,” comes Stevie’s voice, breaking my daydream. “About my brother…”
I freeze with the muddler crushing the mint. Uh oh…
“He’s not as bad as everybody says he is. I swear. He’s a jerk. He’s got a temper. But he’s not nearly…”
Marin clears her voice in surprise. “Does everybody say he’s bad?” she asks, with a worried little lilt.
Shit. Shit.
I grab our drinks and head into the living room. I’ll tell her everything, and soon, but not like this, not right now. I clear my voice and jingle the ice, making some noise to interrupt them. “Damn, you two. Looks like we should have gotten two tiramisus.”
Marin’s big innocent eyes look up at me. She doesn’t look doubtful, but maybe a little surprised. I give her the virgin mojito and glance at my watch. I know what he said to her and I know she’s gonna have questions. It’s time to tell her the truth. No lies. Not between us.
“You better get some rest, brother,” I say to Stevie.
Stevie glares at me. “Since when you tell me it’s bedtime?”
Since I fell in love with a temptress.
I give him the side eyes and he gets the message, playing along with a very sudden yawn. “But yeah, you’re right, big brother. You always know best!”
I roll my eyes at him and then wheel him into his room, then into his bathroom I help him get his teeth brushed and take a piss, and all the stuff he can’t do on his own—thanks to me.
I carry him to his bed and tuck him in, making sure he’s got his iPad and his little emergency button in case he needs anything in the night.
“Night, brother,” I tell him, messing his hair then planting a quick kiss on the top of his head, which he both loves and hates since he was a baby.
“Night, dickhead,” he groans, and I switch off the lights. But before I can get very far down the hallway, he calls me back. “Wait, Davis. Come back.”
I turn on a dime and head back to his room. Probably forgot to get him a glass of water. I always forget the damned glass of water. “Yeah.”
By the light in the hallway, I can see he’s smiling. “I’m happy for you, brother.”
Fuck. He and I don’t talk about happiness often because it’s been so hard to come by. I clear the wave of emotion from my throat. “Thanks, man.”
“Yeah. It does me good to see you good.” He gives me a fist bump. And then, “Now get the hell out of here and go back to your girl.”
***
When I get back, Marin is all tucked in cozy on the sofa by the fire. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are sparkling. Looking at her makes my whole body fucking yearn.
She pats the cushion beside her as if to tell me to join her. “You’re really good to him.”
Fuck, if only she knew the story, she wouldn’t be so impressed. But standing there by the firelight, looking at her, I know she needs to know the truth. She needs to know what happened.
I sit down beside her and scoop her into my arms so she’s straddling me. Yeah, I’m fucking hard for her, but that’s not the point of this. Not yet. Not now.
I wrap her in my arms and kiss her. Slow, warm, and loving. Making out with her like I’m 16 and kissing a girl for the first time. I let my hands slide down her back, gripping her ass, exploring every curve and valley.
“This is gonna be slow. This is gonna be honest. With kissing, talking, and saying the hard things.”
She nudges her forehead with mine, nodding slowly. “Okay.”
And just like that, with her in my arms, I just… tell her.
Everything.
“It wasn’t easy for us growing up. My Dad…
he was an abusive bastard. With me. With my mom.
I was too young to protect her before she passed when my brother was born, and I wouldn’t have minded for myself, but Stevie…
I just couldn’t let him go through that.
I did everything to protect him, to give him the life he deserves, but…
” I sigh and she peppers my neck with soft kisses.
Comforting me, calming me in a way only she can.
“One day, Dad was about to hit Stevie. All the anger, all the rage of those years came crushing down. I saw red then. It happened so fast. I shoved Stevie aside and landed a punch on my dad.”
She gasps, but squeezes my shoulders and caresses my cheek. So I continue. “That punch gave him a fucking aneurism. He… died. I killed him before he even hit the floor.”
“You were trying to protect your little brother,” Marin whispers.
I shake my head, a dark chuckle escapes from my lips.
“Yeah, and I put him in a wheelchair instead.” I sigh, my chest aches with the pain that will never go away.
Like she can feel my pain, she places her hand against my chest and rubs it away.
“When I pushed Stevie aside, he tripped and fell down the stairs. Ended up with a spinal cord injury. I can’t lose my temper. I can’t.”
I expect her to look at me with disgust, but when our eyes meet, I see no disgust or fear. I see understanding and compassion. A weight leaves my shoulders. Like finally, fucking finally, I am not alone anymore.
She wraps her arms around me tight, keeping me close, and kisses my forehead with such love that it makes my eyes fucking well up with tears.
“Terrible things happen to good people.” Her whispered words feel like balms against a scar.
I bury my face into the warmth of her hair, her shoulder, her breasts. “I’m not a good person, Little Red.”
“You are, though,” she says, softly.
I want to believe her, but it’s not easy. I want to come clean about what happened in the alley and her grandfather but that’s beyond a buzz kill and I’m not ready. "Let’s agree to disagree,” I murmur.
She starts unbuttoning my shirt slowly and nods. “I can do that. For now.”
With every button she opens up, she places a kiss on my skin, causing a shiver to run through my body.
I help her get rid of my shirt. She slides down from my lap, fumbling with my belt.
Her dainty fingers keep brushing against my dick which is ready to burst out of my slacks.
When she finally manages to unbuckle my belt and pull down the zipper, I let out a growl.
She kneels down between my legs, looking at me with innocence and love in her eyes.
She tries to pull down my slacks, but fails.
When she huffs with annoyance, I chuckle and lift myself up enough for her to do as she pleases.
She pulls down my suit pants and boxers.
My cock springs free, almost hitting her face.
She giggles with that girly enthusiasm, making me fall for her even more.
But when she wraps her small hands around my thickness and leans down to lick the precum off of my dick, there’s nothing girly about her. She’s desire incarnate. A temptress.
“Fuck,” I breathe out when she moans with my cock between her pouty lips.
With her eyes locked on mine, she moves her lips on the line of my shaft and peppers my length with wet kisses, applying little suctions.
“Put it in your pretty mouth or I’m going to die,” I groan.
This girl. This beautiful angel will be the death of me.
With a smirk, she licks her lips and takes my head inside her mouth.
“Good girl. Now, suck,” I direct her. And she does. I watch as she tries to take more of me inside her mouth. Her eyes water, but she pushes until I feel her throat tighten around the head. She gags on me, but instead of letting me out of her mouth, she sucks harder and that’s it.
With a feral need, I pull her onto my lap and push the straps of that fucking red dress off her shoulders, baring her delicious tits.
I bite the smooth skin of her breasts and suck the rosy nipples into my lips.
She shrieks and then moans. With her wanton moans and whimpers, I’m one second away from bursting.
I place her where I want and thrust into her warmth in one deep push.
She holds onto me for dear life as I fuck her senseless.
Around her, I’m losing all my control and considering the moans she lets out, she doesn’t mind.
She’s my other half. The rest of my soul I’ve been missing.
As her body clasps around me, she quivers and comes. Watching her come is the most erotic image I’ve ever seen. I slow down, trying to stay inside her as long as I can. A smile appears on her face when she finally catches her breath and she looks at me with adoration.
“This is heaven,” she whispers, and I can’t deny that statement.
“This is heaven,” I agree with her.
We rock into each other, chasing the pleasure in slow yet deep thrusts. As my orgasm rips through my body with earth-shattering power, she joins me with her own silent cry of pleasure.
“You’re a good man, Davis,” she tells me, resting her face into the crook of my neck. “And I don’t care if it takes the rest of our lives for me to prove it to you, but you are.”
The rest of our lives. Looking up into her eyes, the future gets crystal clear.