Chapter 10 #2
“Neither of us made it to the show.” I swallowed and flattened my palms on my thighs.
“It was a set up. She, Tangie Simmons, that was her name. She and her brothers planned to rob Cade that night. Take his money, credit cards, the SUV, whatever they could get from the cocky Donovan that didn’t know his place in what they deemed as their world.
The first hit came to the back of the SUV, sending me tumbling into the back of the second-row seats since I’d been hiding on the floor between the third row.
Cade cursed, and the second vehicle made contact with the driver’s side door.
“It wasn’t hard enough to topple the SUV over or anything, just pushed us onto the side of the road.
Cade was pissed and climbed out right after Tangie, I guess because his door was smashed in.
I’d hit my head and was struggling to sit up when the back passenger door opened and Cade jumped in to get me.
” His stormy gray/green eyes landed on me as he held out a hand to help me out.
“He wasn’t even surprised that I was back there. ”
The first tear fell, and I swiped it away.
“One guy had driven the car that smashed into the side of us, and Tangie’s two older brothers were in the van that hit us from the back.
Daryl, the oldest Simmons brother, had a gun.
He asked for Cade’s wallet and keys. Cade told him to fuck off.
He raised the gun, and Cade walked right into it.
I’d never been so afraid in my life. I tried to stop him, but he pushed my hand away.
Daryl kept that gun aimed on Cade until the barrel touched Cade’s forehead. ”
My hands trembled.
“I thought I was going to watch my brother die.” My voice hitched on that last word.
“For a few seconds I think I got lost in that thought, in imagining a world without my brother. But the next thing I recall was Cade moving fast, taking the gun from Daryl and shooting him in the head instead. Then he shot Tangie’s other brother and the guy from the car.
Tangie was screaming, kneeling on the ground next to her brother, and Cade was holding Daryl’s gun. ”
Fabian’s hand was on my back now as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. With my head down, tears dropped leaving dark stains on my robe.
“It’s okay if you were afraid, baby. You were just thirteen.” He rubbed in a circular motion, his tone soothing, his words comforting, absolving.
I stood, breaking the contact, needing to be free of everything—his touch and proximity—before I said the rest. I grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned to switch off the TV.
After dropping the remote, I walked away from where Fabian sat on the sectional, stopping at the TV that had just gone dark. Space and air. I needed air.
Inhaling deeply and releasing it quickly. I did that three times before turning back to face him.
“I raised the gun I’d pulled from the ban of Cade’s jeans.
” Clasping my hands in front of me, I shrugged.
“Don’t ask me when I moved to grab it from him or why I even thought to do it.
All I know is, in that moment they were all on the ground.
Every person that had started this night intending to harm my brother.
I went to the guy who had been driving the car and shot him twice in the chest. Cade had delivered all head shots, but I went for the chest … for the heart.
“Cade called my name. He didn’t yell and he didn’t try to take the gun away from me.
Somewhere in the distance I could still hear Tangie crying.
” I swiped at the last two tears and told myself not another one would drop.
“I walked over to Tangie’s other brother, stood right next to him, and watched the blood pooling on the ground beneath his head.
I shot him twice in the chest. When I started to make my way over to Daryl, I met Cade’s gaze. He didn’t say a word.”
Fabian was staring at me now, his expression blank but still saying so much, just like Cade’s had that night.
“I shot Daryl in the chest two times.” Releasing my hands, I let them drop to my side.
“I looked at Tangie. Her make-up was a mess. Blood was on her hands and clothes from trying to lift her brother into her lap. I raised the gun, but Cade had come closer. He put his hand on my arm and pushed it down slowly. He said he would take care of the rest, then walked me back to the truck and sat me on the backseat.”
“Come here,” Fabian said before I could speak again.
I wanted to finish the story, to get it all out. I’d kept it locked inside for so long. Since that night actually. I’d never told anyone the story, never told them how my actions that night made me feel, or how they eventually shaped the woman I became.
My vision was no longer blurred by tears, and for a few seconds I only stared at Fabian.
He was still sitting back on the sectional like he’d been watching his favorite show.
But I was standing in front of the TV now, so I guess I’d been the show for the last few minutes, telling him a story that probably did sound like an episode of The Wire.
“Come here, Dakota.” He lifted a brow when I still didn’t move. “Don’t make me ask again.”
I wouldn’t. I knew in that moment I wouldn’t make him ask, I would go to him and I would handle whatever he had to say in response to my story. That night changed my life. Tonight, this moment might actually change it again.
After crossing the room, I stopped in front of him.
He tapped his thighs and I straddled him.
His hands immediately went to the belt of my robe, untying it again.
This time he pushed the robe off my shoulders.
When he palmed both my breasts, I gasped.
He pushed them together, closing his mouth over one nipple, then switching to the next.
Back and forth, suck, lick, bite … suck, lick, bite.
My hands went to his shoulders as I closed my eyes to the intense sparks of pleasure landing in my core.
“Fabian,” I whispered. “Baby … we, were talking.”
Releasing my nipple with a loud popping sound, his gaze shot up to mine. “Fuck talking,” he basically growled. “Did you really think telling me that story would change anything between us?”
“I—” I couldn’t finish because he’d pulled another nipple between his teeth. That shit was so painful and felt so damn good at the same time.
“You wanna know what hearing you tell me about hurting the people who planned to hurt someone you loved made me feel, Dakota?”
Did I? I mean, a few minutes ago, when we started the conversation, I figured it was time to tell him. I trusted him. He loved me. I wouldn’t hurt him by lying to him.
He released one of my breasts, dropping that hand between my thighs to my pussy that was open and waiting for his attention, thanks to the crotchless bottom of this lingerie.
After pulling his hand back and quickly spitting on his fingers, he then moved them to my clit.
When he circled the bud, my eyesight was blurred again, this time from the blinding pleasure that soared through me like a hurricane.
I gasped and moaned.
Fabian nodded. “Yeah, baby. Just like that. That’s exactly what I felt when you were telling that story. Aroused as fuck.”
He dipped those same two fingers inside of me, placing his thumb at my clit, then sucked my nipple into his mouth again.
“Shhhiiittt!” I hissed the word and began rocking my hips into his hand. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Baby, please don’t stop!”
He couldn’t stop. Not touching me, not making me feel so damn good, and definitely not understanding me.
Because that’s essentially what he’d just said, or what his actions were saying.
He didn’t judge me for what I did, and he didn’t think a thirteen-year-old shooting three already dead people was deranged.
“Not ‘til you cum for me,” he said, his mouth still close enough to my breast that the warmth of his breath made my nipples even harder. “Give it to me, baby.”
His fingers moved in and out of me so fast that the wet, suctioning sound ricocheted throughout the room.
My essence coated my inner thighs, and I was certain dripped down his hand.
His slacks would be ruined but he didn’t care.
I knew for a fact that once we were in this place there was never anything more important than me reaching my climax, experiencing all the pleasure he had to give, and giving him every part of me.
He sucked my breasts while his fingers fucked my pussy and I couldn’t do anything but ride and scream my enjoyment. Did I have more questions? Did I want to know how he—the logical part of him—felt about my admission? Yeah, but shit, this was a good ass diversion, and I wasn’t about to complain.
“I’m cumming,” I wailed, my fingers gripping his shoulders.
“You better,” he growled, gripping my breast. “Give me them lips.”
I lowered my face to his, let him suck my lips while his thumb continued to circle my clit. When his fingers slid down, dragging my essence to usher his fingers over my rim, I trembled.
“Open,” was his next directive.
I opened my mouth wider, accepted the deep thrust of his tongue at the same time as his fingers breached my ass. He swallowed my scream as my release ripped through me like a tsunami.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered between kisses as I held on to keep from passing the fuck out. “That’s it.” He continued, his fingers still moving in an out of my ass.
I tried like hell to steady my breathing, believing he’d be done with those torturously slow motions that would no doubt have me climbing the mountain to ecstasy again, but that’s not what happened.
No, this man I loved to distraction, the one I now believed understood me on a level nobody else ever had, eased his fingers out of me, then smacked both hands to my ass. The loud clapping sound echoed just as he grumbled, “Get up and let me see that ass.”
I started to move, but my motions must have been too slow because the next thing I knew, he locked his arms around my waist and stood. My legs dangled for a few moments as he turned and dropped me onto the sectional. “On your knees, Mrs. Mathias.”
“What?” I asked, still dazed from the combination of the confession and that amazing orgasm.
“You heard me,” he said with a wink as he undid the buckle and clasp of his slacks. “On your fuckin’ knees.”
My gaze fell to his pretty ass dick, long and thick and a shade darker than his deep mocha hue. My mouth watered, and I licked my lips.
“Uh uhn,” he said, gripping his thickness at the base. “Turn that pretty ass around. I want that tonight.”
My pussy throbbed at his words, and I turned my ass around, put my knees on that sectional and braced my hands on the back. When he smacked my ass again, I moaned.
“You givin’ daddy that ass tonight?” he asked the question as he positioned himself between my legs, but he already knew the answer.
“Yes,” I whispered before twerking the ass he wanted so desperately.
“Hell fuckin’ yeah! Spread that shit for me.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I could see him licking his lips and jerking his dick. I moved one of the pillows to lay flat in front of me, dropped my head and shoulders onto it, and reached back to, just as my husband requested, spread my cheeks for him.
He hissed. “So damn sexy. I swear you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen.”
Stopping his praise to spit in my ass, I moaned and waited for what I knew would lead to my next release of the night.
He circled his tip around my rim until I couldn’t breathe before pushing slowly into me. This wasn’t new for us, so my body was accustomed to him breaching me in this way. Relaxing against the anticipated pleasure, he eased into me, his hands gripping my waist.
“Dakota, baby,” he moaned. “I don’t give a fuck what happened in your past.”
He eased out of me just a bit, before sinking back in slowly. I loved when he filled me like this. Loved the delicious pressure that had my pussy dripping like a melting popsicle.
“You belong to me now,” he groaned. “You have since the day we met, but now we’re connected by so much more.” His words sounded tortured and forceful, a declaration unlike none I ever had before.
I pushed one hand between my legs, rubbing my clit as he deep stroked my ass. “Yesss, Fabian. Yesss.”
“So fuckin’ good,” he continued, picking up his pace and smacking my ass again.
I bit my bottom lip, squeezed the pillow with my free hand, and felt the pleasurable waves building in my core once more.
“Mine.” The word was a raspy rumble. “Mine.” He pumped faster, deeper.
I screamed his name as my climax drenched my hand.
“Mine.” He continued like a broken record until he exploded inside of me. “Shit, girl. Damn!”
We heaved, trying to catch our breaths for the next few moments, then he slipped out of me. I was too drained to move, but too aware of the mess we were making on my sectional to stay still. His hand to the base of my back stopped my slow movement.
“Right there,” he said, tapping his fingers over the spot where my rose tattoo was. “That’s where I want my name. So if another muthafucka is ever bold enough to see it, he’ll know the name of the one that’s gonna put a bullet in his skull.”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t, because if there was one thing I knew for certain it was that Fabian Mathias would definitely kill for me. Just like I, without blinking, would kill for him, too.