Chapter One #3
We both know the answer to that but once again he wants me to say it, and this time, I’m going to. I square my shoulders and decide to lay it all out, knowing this might be the only chance I ever get.
“One night with you.” It’s a partial lie, I want more than one night, but I know how Justice works and if one night is all I can have then I’ll take it.
His eyes never leave mine as he takes another long pull of his beer, silence thickening the air. He places the bottle down and walks around behind me, his chest crowding my back. “Just me?” His breath tickles, lips brushing my ear.
“Y-yes.” My eyes close, teeth grinding at the way I stammer the response.
“You sure?” His arm wraps around my waist, palm flat against my stomach as he pulls me back against him.
My breathing kicks up, skin burning beneath my dress. “I know what I want. I know what I’m asking,” I tell him, surprised I can form a single word.
“I’m not so sure you do, Ryanne.” His free hand drops to my leg, fingers skimming up my bare thigh to slip under my dress and touch the center of my damp panties.
My senses reel, the fiery touch almost knocking me off my feet.
“Do you have any idea what my brothers would do to you right now if they were here with us?”
I tense at the thought, my heart thumping like a steel drum.
“Do you?” he asks again, a little firmer this time.
I shake my head, too scared to think of the erotic act let alone speak of it.
His hand on my stomach moves upward, covering my breast and kneading the achy flesh. “Brax would start by sucking on these pretty tits,” he says, giving my sensitive nipple a firm pinch through the thin fabric of my dress. “He’d feast on them until you were writhing and begging for more.”
A fiery whimper breaches my lips, my knees threatening to buckle.
His arm holds me tighter, stopping me from collapsing to the floor.
“And Knox would eat this sweet little pussy.” He slips his fingers beneath my panties, delving into my wet heat.
“His tongue would do things to your clit that’s beyond your imagination.
” He strokes the bundle of nerves in question, making my eyes practically roll into the back of my head.
Fire spreads through my body at the erotic image he paints, the roaring flames threatening to burn me alive.
“While they both did that I would fuck you from behind, my cock pounding you hard and deep.” He follows the dirty words by inserting a finger inside of me.
“Oh god!” My head drops back on his shoulder, the beautiful invasion ravaging my body.
“What do you think, Ryanne? Is that what you want?”
I shake my head.
“Really? Because the way your pussy is dripping all over my finger right now tells me you’re lying.”
“No,” I cry, finally finding my words. “I don’t want anyone but you.”
It’s the god’s honest truth, as much as the rumors have intrigued me, I want no one but Justice. Only him.
He turns his face into mine, his lips brushing my damp cheek. “Good. Because this virgin pussy is mine, understand? No one gets it but me. Not even my fucking brothers.”
The fear I’ve had buried deep in my heart eases as he stakes his claim, even if it’s only for this night. His hand in my panties stops its beautiful assault and he lifts his fingers to my lips, smearing my arousal on them.
I gasp, shocked by the bold act yet incredibly turned on.
Spinning me around, he yanks me against his hard body and takes my mouth in a fiery kiss. Demanding—dominating—and I completely give into it, drowning in my own forbidden desire.
“Pure fucking innocence.” His hand fists my hair as he angles my head to thrust his tongue deeper, the taste of him completely intoxicating.
My breath comes out in short pants, exhaling into his mouth as I try to breathe through the wild passion we create. He unzips my dress, letting the straps fall down my shoulders until the material pools at my feet. It leaves me naked except for my tiny pink silk panties.
His hands cup my bottom, lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his hips and arms around his neck, the fabric of his shirt scraping against my sensitive nipples. He carries me into his room and lays me across the bed, sprawling me out for his view.
His taking.
His arresting eyes sweep over my body, my skin tingling beneath his heated gaze. He removes his shirt, the material clearing his head and revealing a breathtaking sight. If he wasn’t intimidating enough, the lean muscles and black ink woven up his body seals the deal.
My mouth waters for a taste but I stay where I am, because the truth is, even though I want this more than anything, I am way out of my league here.
“I’ve waited a long fucking time for this, Ryanne.” His admission has my heart stalling in my chest. I’m not the only one who has felt this.
A connection I can’t explain, a need I can’t escape.
He feels it too, however, I am no fool. My heart is wrapped up in this but his is not. Attraction and feelings are two very different things and I know to expect nothing but this one night with him. I’m just praying my heart will survive it.
He drags me to the edge of the bed and kneels before me. I look at him between my slightly parted legs, my heart banging inside my chest as he slowly removes my panties. He spreads my knees wide, his gaze riveted on my most intimate part.
“Look how pretty you are.” His fingers part my lips and skim over my swollen clit, creating a raging inferno seconds before he enters a single finger into my snug entrance.
A gasp purges from my throat, body arching as I fist the sheets at my side.
“I’ll try to be careful with you, Ryanne, but this untouched pussy will belong to me by the time I’m done with you. Tonight, I fucking own it and your virgin blood is mine.”
“Justice,” I breathe his name, unsure if I want to beg for more or tell him to stop.
He’s taking too much from me, stealing my carefully guarded heart, and I can’t let him, not when there is no future for us.
As long as he shares his desires with his brothers he will never be mine, nor I his, but right now, this moment is ours .
The thought trails off when his face dips between my legs and tongue delves in, lapping at my hot flesh. My body jerks off the bed, a cry of pleasure ripping from my throat.
“So goddamn pure.” His words vibrate against me, sending shock waves to travel through my body. Every slow, fiery lick of his tongue takes me higher, delivering a pleasure I’ve only ever imagined.
My head thrashes from side to side, hips lifting, pussy bouncing against his skillful tongue. When his fingers speed their thrusts, harder—deeper, I propel to a forbidden world, a mind-numbing orgasm claiming me like never before.
By the time I float down, reality reeling me in, Justice is on his feet, standing over me. Lust dominates his expression as he starts on his belt. My pulse skips, eyes drifting as he shoves his pants down, freeing himself.
Strong, powerful—beautiful. That’s what he is.
Despite my lack of experience, I’m unable to hold back. Sitting up, I tentatively reach out to touch him, my fingers grasping his smooth, hard cock, stroking from base to tip.
He thrusts into my hand, a hiss escaping him. I lick my lips at the drop of pearly fluid that seeps from the tip, curious what it would taste like.
“Do it, baby,” he says, sensing my thoughts. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck it.”
The need in his rough voice gives me the courage to lean forward and do exactly that. My tongue darts out first, licking the fluid, the salty taste coating my tongue before I take him all the way in. Tentatively and slowly, unsure if I’m doing it correctly.
“That’s it, good girl.” His fingers tighten in my hair, coaxing and guiding me. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, Ryanne.”
His words empower me, the need to please him like he did me taking over. I peek up at him from beneath my lashes as I suck back to the top, swirling my tongue around the tip.
A growl rumbles deep within him, his hips surging forward, driving himself until he hits the back of my throat. Whimpering, I relinquish all control over to him.
His thrusts are smooth and steady, making the spot between my legs throb to feel him there in the same manner. “Do you like it, Ryanne? Like it when I fuck this hungry little mouth of yours?”
I moan to convey just how much, my throat relaxing, cheeks hollowing.
Groaning, he pulls away. “No more.”
I look up at him, my breathing becoming heavier seeing the carnal hunger raging in his dark eyes. His hand presses on my chest, coaxing me to my back once again, then he spreads my legs, hooking his arms under my knees and lining himself up.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he rasps, peering down at me. “Tell me you want this, because once we go through with it there is no taking it back. No regrets, Ryanne.”
There’s no way I will ever regret this night with him, no matter what comes of it. “I want this. I want you,” I tell him, strong and sure.
The tip of his cock nudges my entrance seconds before he pushes all the way in, slowly but painfully breaching the barrier that’s never been broken.
My back bows off the bed, lips parting as all the air is stolen from my lungs in one fluent motion.
“Jesus.” The curse flees from Justice, his muscles straining beneath his skin as he stills deep inside of me. So many emotions reflect back at me, emotions I can’t name. Ones I have never seen on him before. “Okay?” the one word is gritted out between clenched teeth.
I nod, even though I’m far from okay. I’m worried what I’ve done to my heart. Feeling him like this, giving this part of myself to him, I fear I’ve just lost what little I had left.
He now owns every part of me.
His fingers grip my hips and he begins thrusting inside of me with slow, deep strokes, filling my body and my heart. It’s tender, a little painful, and sadly, also distant. The strong emotion in his eyes does not convey his actions right now and even though this is just sex, I want more of him.
My eyes never leave his as I reach out for him. “Come here. I want your skin on mine.”
His thrusts falter, a look of panic flashing across his face before that shield of armor slams down around him. Swallowing hard, he slowly, and with a good amount of uncertainty, lowers himself on top of me, his hard body colliding with my soft one.
It steals my breath and feeds my soul. My arms wrap around his tense back as I hug him close. He remains still, his warm breath fanning the side of my neck.
“Let me have a part of you that no one else has had,” I plead, knowing I’m pushing it but I can’t seem to help myself. I need something to hold onto when this is over.
“I already have.” The words are barely a whisper, so quiet I wonder if I misheard him. Before I have time to ponder it, he braces himself above me and begins moving.
The mattress shifts with our weight, headboard hammering against the wall as he drives into me hard and deep, taking what he wants and giving me more than my heart can handle.
Most girls get candlelight and roses for their first time, I get Justice Creed and I love every second of it.
“This what you want, Ryanne? To fuckin’ ruin me?” he asks, voice rough.
“Yes.” It’s only fair since he ruined me from the moment he came to town.
His expression softens and I’m rewarded with one of his sexy smirks. “Well, I guess that makes two of us.” He closes the remaining distance between us, his lips descending on mine. His thrusts never falter as he claims every inch of my body, hard and savage, with no apology.
I ingrain every long minute of this into my heart, loving the way his sweaty skin slides against mine. I absorb it all until I can hold off no longer.
He latches onto one of my nipples, teeth gripping the tender flesh in a painful bite. The sensation shoots straight to my clit, drowning me in fiery pleasure. My nails dig into his shoulders, clawing at his sweat-dampened skin as a cry pours from my lips.
“That’s my girl. Come, Ryanne. I want this tight little pussy soaking my cock.”
The orgasm is strong and he’s determined to drag it out with every angle of his hips against mine, pumping into me a few more times before he groans out his own pleasure and collapses on top of me.
I hug him close, relishing in the warm feel of his naked body. He lifts his face, his eyes penetrating mine in the shadows of his room. Silence remains between us but it speaks louder than words ever could.
He looks different in this moment. More soft than hard. More vulnerable than confident. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he’s scared, but nothing scares Justice Creed.
He drops his lips on my forehead, giving me a hard kiss before shifting his weight off me and reaching over for a cigarette on his nightstand.
Feeling cold without his body heat anymore, I grip the sheet and pull it up to cover my breasts.
My eyes drift to the bedroom door that’s slightly ajar and every part of my body stills, including the air in my lungs.
There, I find a shadow lingering in the doorway.
The darkness hides his face but his presence is undeniable.
Just as quickly as I spot him, he’s gone, making me wonder if I just imagined what I saw.
“Come here, Ryanne.”
I return my attention to Justice, annoyance coursing through me at the demand. “Has anyone ever told you you’re bossy?”
A beautiful smile tilts his lips as he takes a long pull of his cigarette. “A few people.” He exhales the cloud of smoke, obviously not caring.
I push up to lie next to him, unsure of how close to get until he bands an arm around my back, reeling me in flush against his side. Smiling, I rest my head on his chest, loving the sound of his strong heartbeat.
“So what happens now?” I ask, my fingertips dancing along the black tribal tattoo on his ribs.
He’s quiet for a moment, staring up at the ceiling while his smoke twists through the air. “We sleep.”
It’s a cop-out and we both know it but I can’t blame him. How do I expect him to answer something I don’t know either?
“I can leave now, if it’s easier,” I offer. It’s the last thing I want but maybe it’s best, the longer I stay here the harder it’s going to be to leave.
“You’re not going anywhere. We’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”
Hope flares inside my chest, something I shouldn’t feel but I’m drawn to it.
He shifts beneath my cheek as he puts his cigarette out before curling around me, his chin resting on top of my head.
For the time being I just absorb this and forget about worrying what tomorrow will bring, my foolish heart praying for more.