Chapter 17 #2
“Come on, Fury, man. I saw her last month at this ribbon-cutting ceremony my granny asked me to take her to. She fine as hell and as soon as they introduced her and I heard she was a Donovan, I looked up everything about her. So, yeah, just like if you and Dakota have a reception or party or something since you didn’t have anything formal when you got married. Then I could get an introduction.”
“Or you can get your thirsty ass outta my face,” I said, laughing out loud now.
“Fury, man, you ain’t right for that shit,” he was saying as my phone started to ring.
I was about to say something else when I glanced down at the phone and saw Tor’s name on the screen. I knew before I even swiped that shit that it wasn’t good. So I was already at the door when I answered, “What happened? Where’s Dakota? Is she okay?”
“Yeah, Boss. She’s fine, but this chick she pistol-whipped in the lounge might have a concussion.”
I cut that forty-five-minute drive from Destine to my house down to twenty-seven minutes and almost forgot to re-engage the alarm once I entered the house.
By the time I made it up the stairs it was to find an empty bedroom.
I almost started to crash the fuck out especially since Dakota hadn’t answered any of my calls during my ride home.
All I could think of was that she packed her shit and left because of what happened at the lounge and if that was the case I was gonna hunt her ass down.
When I told her this was forever, I meant that shit.
Luckily for us both, once my heart stopped thumping loudly in my ears, I heard water running in the bathroom.
Heading in that direction, I pushed the partially open door further and stepped inside.
Steam coated the glass doors of the shower, and I started to cross the room and yank it open. I quickly undressed, instead.
When I finally made my way to the door, I’d calmed down a little. She was here in our home and that was all that mattered.
She gasped when I opened the door, her eyes going wide until they met mine. Then, she looked away, muttering a quiet, “hey”.
Closing the door behind me, I stepped closer to her body all covered in soap suds. Touching a finger to her chin, I tilted her head up until she was once again looking at me. “Hey,” I whispered, then dipped my head to peck her lips. “You wanna tell me now or after we finish getting cleaned up?”
She sighed. “Tor’s a snitch. Doesn’t he know what happens to snitches?”
I laughed so loud. “He’s paid to snitch on you, love,” I said when I was able to breathe again.
She pouted and I swear she was the prettiest woman I’d ever seen. “Well, maybe I need to be the one paying him then, so I can tell him when to keep his big mouth shut.”
“Not happening,” I told her, cupping her cheek. “You don’t pay for shit around here. That’s my job.”
She pursed those soft ass lips. “I do work for a living. I have my own money so I can absolutely afford to pay for my own security. At least that way I know they’ll be loyal to only me. And not report every damn thing to you.”
I kissed her lips again, then her cheek, then her earlobe before whispering, “I don’t give a fuck about your money.
You’re mine and I take care of what’s mine in every way.
” Pulling that lobe into my mouth I sucked on it, then eased back a little to kiss that spot behind her ear that always made her squirm.
She did exactly that, rubbing her wet and soapy body against mine and making my dick jump.
“You don’t play fair,” she moaned, her hands coming up to rest on my waist.
“Nope. Not where you and your safety are concerned.” I kissed down to her neck, wrapping my other arm around her waist. “You are the most important thing in my life, Dakota. I will always have eyes on you.”
She sighed and tilted her head, giving me more access to the line of her neck. “And a tracker on my car,” she snapped.
I grinned over her skin, then nipped the spot. “You’re getting rid of that car,” I said pulling away so I could see her face again. “I want you driving the SUV I gave you, or we can order you something else.”
“What? Why? I mean, I like the SUV, but I don’t have to drive it all the time?”
I dropped a quick kiss on her lips to silence the little tirade she was about to go on. “No, you don’t have to drive it all the time. I’ll buy you something else if you want a backup, but from now on I want you in a vehicle I’ve had specially prepared for you.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means the vehicle will be bulletproof and have trackers and other safety adjustments just like all the other vehicles owned by my business. I’m not taking any chances with you.” I could tell she wanted to argue but couldn’t find a good enough reason to present.
“You know I can take care of myself, right? I’ve been doing it for a very long time. And—”
This time when I dipped my head closer, I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth and nipped it softly. “Oh, I know you can pull out a gun and smack a bitch when you need to.”
She groaned and brought her hands up to my chest in an attempt to push me away. “See what I mean, Tor is a tattletale. I can handle your exes on my own.”
I grinned but shook that shit off. I didn’t want her to think this situation was a joke, because it wasn’t.
I had been looking for August since last week when my car was vandalized in the garage.
When the report came back, her fingerprints weren’t on the vehicle, and the video had been mysteriously corrupted.
So I didn’t have proof that it was her. But I knew it was and I was gonna slit that bitch’s throat when I caught up with her.
Not just for fuckin’ with my property, but now, for daring to approach my wife.
“You don’t have to handle anyone on your own, never again,” I told her then let my gaze follow the water that was still sprinkling over her skin from the overhead nozzle, washing that soap away.
She was gorgeous from head to toe and damn if I could continue to focus on anything else while I was standing this close to her in all her naked glory.
“Stop it,” she said and brought the loofa I didn’t realize she was holding up to her chest. She squeezed it over her breasts and more soapy water covered the deliciously heavy mounds.
I groaned. “Stop what? Staring at my wife’s beautiful titties?”
She grinned while lifting her other hand to pinch her nipple. My dick, which had already been very aware of her proximity, sat straight up and my mouth watered. One of my favorite pastimes was sucking Dakota’s titties, feeling those chocolate brown peaks on my tongue was top tier foreplay.
“You think they’re beautiful?” she asked, once again pouting until I wanted to suck on those pretty lips too.
Pulling my lip between my teeth I yanked that loofa out of her hand and dropped it. “I think they’re fuckin’ delicious,” I said before stepping closer and lowering my head to take the other nipple into my mouth.
I sucked that shit like I was a starving baby.
Putting my hands under both her breasts and lifting them until they almost smothered me.
Then I sucked some more, loving the feel of her soft skin against my face and that tight ass nipple on my tongue.
Something about that shit always made my dick harder.
“Shit, baby,” she sighed and palmed the back of my head.
Dakota loved riding the line of pleasure and pain.
That was one of the first things I learned about her body when she finally let me have her.
I felt like a damn teenager when we dated for almost six weeks before she welcomed me into her bed.
Not that I only wanted her for sex, that was far from the truth.
I was insanely drawn to her mind, the way she talked about her business and her goals.
I even loved just sitting and having conversations about the daily news or the biggest scam of all time, politics.
I liked having our debates about the best musical artists and actors.
But shit, there was no way I couldn’t be attracted to every inch of her beautiful body as well.
“Mmmm.” I groaned and bit down on her nipple while squeezing the other breast tightly.
“Yessss!” she yelled and the sound ricocheted off the shower walls. The acoustics were fuckin’ amazing in here and I tingled all over at the sound. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”
“No the fuck you’re not,” I shot back. “You know better.”
And she did. Not only did I know Dakota’s body well, I knew her mind, knew just how much pleasure she could take. How much she wanted and needed, before she experienced the most intense climax. She craved soul-shattering orgasms as much as I adored watching her experience them.
Moving up I took her mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss that left us both breathless.
“Open up for me, love.” I guided a hand to the back of her thigh, lifting her leg and placing her foot on the bench along the back wall of the shower.
She moved her other foot, spreading that leg so her pussy was ready and open for me.
“Give me that tongue,” I whispered and sucked it into my mouth the moment she acquiesced. My hand slipped between her already wet folds, finding her warm center. Easing two fingers inside I worked her fast, sucking her tongue and enjoying her moans.
Her nails dug into my shoulders and pre-cum oozed from my tip. There was absolutely nothing like this woman. No drug, no liquor, no high could compare to the feeling I felt whenever I touched or tasted her.
“Fabian, baby,” she hissed the second I released her tongue.
“Tell me what you want, love,” I said, still pinching her nipple while the fingers of my other hand fucked her pussy. She was so damn wet, the sound of my fingers moving in and out of her just as loud and intoxicating as her moans.
“I wanna cum, baby. Pleeasssee.”
I absolutely loved it when she begged.
“How do you wanna cum?” Dragging my teeth over the line of her jaw, then down to her neck, I sank my teeth into her skin and felt her shiver beneath me.
“Tell me what you want, my love, and I’ll give it to you.
Anything for you. Absolutely anything.” And that was the truth.
There wasn’t anything she could ask for that I wouldn’t give her.
Anything that she would ever want that I wouldn’t move heaven and earth to see that she had.
For so long, I thought my life would only be about the club and whatever other business I opened to get the money and success I was raised to chase.
I had women at my disposal, so they’d never been on the list of goals.
They were always just something that was there, that I could obtain and walk away from when I was done with them.
But then came Dakota, and the realization of how lost I’d truly been without her hit me like a bulldozer.
She had my heart the moment she looked at me and said her name.
“Dakota,” I groaned. “Fuck, baby, tell me what you need so I can give it to you.”
“I need it hard.” She panted. “Hard and fast.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
Moving my hand and mouth away from her simultaneously, I entered her with one intense stroke.
Water continued to rain down on us, and I stared at her as I eased out a little and pushed in again.
I wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her steady, then eased the other one up to cup her cheek before I started pounding into her.
“Shiiiitt!” She groaned and panted, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Uh uhn, you know better. Keep them eyes on me while you take this dick.” I pounded into her furiously, loving the feel of her warm walls gripping my dick while her sweet honey glazed this muthafucka.
Her eyes found mine and all I could see there was desire and passion, lust and hunger. I was positive they mirrored my own. I was so fuckin’ obsessed with this woman.
“Fabian, baby. Pleeeasse,” she begged again and this time I was ready to give her what she was requesting.
“I gotchu, my love. Remember, I’ve always gotchu. Take a breath,” I whispered and waited the seconds it took for her to do as I asked. Feeling the rise of her chest, I kept my gaze locked on hers as I moved my hand from her cheek to cover her nose and mouth.
Her eyes grew a little wider, passion pouring from them as I continued to thrust in and out of her. Her pussy squeezed me tighter and my balls ached with the need for my own release. She tensed beneath me, one tear slipping from her eye.
I loved this shit. Her complete submission and trust filled my heart like no words she could ever speak.
Her desires, limitations, rules, and consent were all a must before we ever slept together.
I wasn’t a gentle lover, not all the time and certainly not with every woman I took to my bed.
But for Dakota, I was prepared to be whatever she needed.
To, like I repeatedly told her, give her whatever she wanted to please her.
This right here, taking her air until she understood that I was the only one who could grant her breath again, who could open the gateway to a euphoric climax, was intoxicating as fuck. I swear this shit made me high with a power that exceeded any I’d ever be able to achieve on the streets.
There, I knew how to kill a man. How to mutilate and intimidate. But here, when it was just the two of us like this, bared down to the basics of breathing and pleasure, I knew how to honor my woman. How to bless us both with the most satisfying orgasm there was.
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, love. So beautiful and powerful. I love you so much.” My chest tightened with the intensity of my feelings for her as I pumped into her harder and faster. “I love you.” Her fingers dug into the skin of my biceps. “I … love … you.”
On the next powerful thrust, I yanked my hand away from her face and moaned. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”
Her breath came out as a hoarse gasp followed by the scream of her climax ripping through her.
“That’s it, love, that’s … shit … that’s it.” I could barely get the words out as my release tore through me. I couldn’t stop pumping into her, couldn’t stop the tears that welled in my eyes as I watched her face contort with pleasure. “I fuckin’ love you, Dakota. Shit, I love you.”
“I love you, Fabian,” she whispered and wrapped her arms tightly around me while my dick continued to throb inside of her. “I love you.”