Chapter Forty-Four
Forty-Four
Forge
“You wanna explain that shit tonight?” Oz asked the moment Elsie left the room.
“Nothing to explain,” I replied because it wasn’t his business.
“Ah, I don’t know. The sudden caveman shit with Elsie might need an explanation. You fucking her?”
I smirked. Not yet. “No, but if I were, why would it be your business?”
“Because she’s leaving with Calvin after this weekend,” he said.
My head snapped up, and then our eyes locked on each other. He cocked a brow at me. He’d expected a reaction from me.
Well, lucky day, brother, you’re about to fucking get one.
“No, she’s not,” I countered. I didn’t give a shit what he thought was going to happen. I’d changed the plans already.
“She is safe. Calvin is taking her to California with him—”
“Like hell he is. She’s staying with me.”
That fucker had had his entire goddamn life to make a move. Claim her. He hadn’t, and now he wasn’t ever getting the chance.
“She is?” Oz asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied me.
“Yeah, she is. I’ve already talked to her about it.”
“Are you in love with her?”
I laughed, but it was forced. Not natural. “No. Love isn’t for me. That’s drama and commitment and shit. We are … she just … I am calmer when she’s near me. Centered. I feel like I can face things. She’s …”
“Your light in the dark world we live,” Oz said.
Narrowing my eyes, I stared at his smug expression. “Yeah, that’s a way to put it. A little too fucking poetic, but yeah.”
He chuckled. “All right, keep her. I’ll talk to Bane and Linc, but you can handle Calvin. Just don’t hurt him. Please, for Mom’s sake.”
I wouldn’t, but he had better not cause problems. I hadn’t promised not to make him shit his pants. I could do that without harming a hair on his head.
“Might want to deal with him sooner than later. If he finds out she’s sleeping in your bed, I’m gonna bet that there will be drama, and like you said, you don’t like that shit,” Oz drawled, still smirking as he went back to typing on the laptop.
I didn’t even try to deny that she was in my bed.
At least her sexy little ass had better be, or I would go toss her over my shoulder and haul it in there.
A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Pickles was a people-pleasing rule follower.
She’d be in there. Probably not naked, like I wanted, but she’d be there.
I’d get her naked. I enjoyed taking her clothes off anyway.
“I’m going to head up. The last spread on the Lakers game is finished. Final totals are up,” I told him, anxious to get to my room and the woman in it.
He nodded, but didn’t look at me.
Not waiting on him to think of something else I needed to do, I got out of there, taking long, fast strides to the stairs before jogging up them and heading straight to my room.
Opening the door to find Elsie sitting in the center of my bed with a book in her hands, wearing pink satin pajamas, was the most appealing this room had ever been.
“I wasn’t sure which side you slept on, so I didn’t want to lie down yet,” she told me as if she needed to explain anything.
I closed the door behind me and locked it before striding over to the bed.
Taking the hem of my T-shirt, I pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, then went to my shorts to shove them down, leaving my briefs on for now.
Her gaze followed my every move with complete fascination, which made my already semi-hard dick thicken.
I held out my hand. “Give me the book,” I told her.
She handed it over without closing it. Trying not to grin at her flustered expression, I placed the book on the bedside table, then pulled the covers back and motioned for her to get under them.
Licking her lips nervously, she did so, causing the shorts she was wearing to ride further up her thigh.
I enjoyed the view of her crawling beneath my sheets.
I liked it a little too much, but fuck it.
I wasn’t going to worry about that. So, I had a girl in my bed that I wanted to keep there for a while. It wasn’t a death sentence.
Sliding into bed with her, I reached over and pulled her closer to me.
She stared at my chest for a moment before meeting my gaze. “I like your tattoos.”
“I noticed,” I replied, amused.
“Did, um, everything close out okay with the spread?” she asked.
I tried not to smile. She was nervous, and, damn, I liked that too.
“Yeah, it’s all good.”
Tugging up her top until I could slide my hand beneath the fabric and feel her soft skin, I watched her breathing hitch. “You like my tattoos, and I like your tits,” I told her.
She let out a small giggle and bit down on her bottom lip.
“Tell me what Calvin said to you in the kitchen tonight,” I said as I rolled one of her pebbled nipples between my fingers.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Um … he was, uh, wondering about your, uh, behavior toward me.”
“What behavior is that?” I asked.
Her chest was rising and falling in short pants while I continued to play with her. “Um, you, uh, you know, you were kind of, um …”
“Possessive?” I supplied when it was clear she didn’t want to say it.
She nodded, her eyes staring up at me, uncertain.
“It’s okay. I was. And what did you tell him?”
There was a hesitation as she dropped her eyes to stare at my chest instead of meeting my gaze. “That we were friends.”
Holding back a laugh, I asked, “And that was it? He accepted it, and y’all returned?”
She didn’t respond, and I pinched her tit hard enough to make her stiffen and suck in a breath. “You can tell me, or I can just watch the security camera footage from tonight.”
That got her attention. Those silver pools snapped back up to mine, wide. “You have security cameras in the kitchen?”
I nodded. “Yeah, darlin’, we do. Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what was said and save me the trouble?”
She closed her eyes for a moment and let out a sigh. “He was worried … about you being … in the Mafia. And asked if we were … sleeping together.”
That sounded more like what I’d expected. “And what did you say?”
“That I wasn’t scared of you and that I was safe with you.”
She was avoiding answering the sleeping together thing.
“What about the other? Did you tell him how much you like sitting on my face?”
Her face was instantly bright pink. “No,” she whispered, as if there was someone other than us in the room. “I told him that we had not had sex.”
Ah. Smart girl. She had been honest and left out the details as to what we had done. Although I wanted him to know I’d come all over her pussy and eaten her cunt while she cried out my name. But probably best for her that he didn’t know.
I moved my hand to her thigh and draped her leg over my hip. “You still worried about the size of my dick?” I asked her, rocking against her.
She swallowed hard, then shook her head. “No,” she breathed. “I mean, well, maybe a little, but … but I’d like to try.”
Fuck. We’d do more than try. I’d show her just how good it would fit.
Grabbing her waist, I flipped her onto her back and began removing her bottoms and panties before moving to the buttons on her top. I wanted to rip the damn thing open, but I figured she might be upset if I ruined it, so I worked quickly.
Leaning down, I sucked a nipple into my mouth while fondling the other breast. Her soft moans caused pre-cum to dampen the front of my boxer briefs.
Jesus, I’d never been so turned on by a female doing absolutely nothing to get me there.
Normally, they were on their knees, sucking me off, before I was even thinking about fucking.
With one last nibble, I lifted my head and looked down at her.
Another first for me, I thought as I lowered my head to take her mouth.
I’d been craving the soft feel of her lips and the sweet taste while her tongue slid against mine.
I didn’t kiss normally. It had always seemed pointless.
I’d done it when I was with a girl who wasn’t a stripper or expected it, but that was rare that I spent that much effort on a fuck.
Her hips lifted as she clung to me, her nails barely scratching my back, pressing her warm cunt against my erection. Needy little thing. I grinned and trailed small pecks over to her ear before pulling the lobe between my teeth.
“Easy,” I said huskily. “I got to eat it first. Get you soaking wet and ready for me.”
She shivered and nodded.
Moving down her body, I kissed my way, enjoying the scent of her skin and the way she trembled from my touch. When I reached her lower stomach, I looked up at her watching me. Desire burned in her eyes, along with trepidation. She was nervous. I’d make that better for her too.
Keeping my briefs on so she wasn’t reminded of the size or my piercing, I hooked my arms under her legs and brought her cunt to my face. I inhaled deeply before taking my first long lap along the innocent slit.
“Oh!” she cried out, her hips jerking in response.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I murmured as I continued to lick.
“Yes!” she said with a low moan, grabbing handfuls of the sheets and arching her back.
I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.
My cock was throbbing painfully, and the sight she made was better than any fucking wet dream I’d ever had.
Her hair splayed out on my pillows, her mouth slack, and her heavy-lidded eyes as she watched me would be an image I used in the shower daily.
Using one hand, I shoved my briefs down, freeing my cock, and began to stroke it slowly while continuing to get her prepared. More of my pre-cum leaked out, and I knew I had to stop.
Releasing my dick, I lowered her bottom back to the mattress and held myself over her with one hand while easing my middle finger inside her tight entrance with my other.
Fuuuck, that was tight. If I managed not to explode the moment I sank inside her the first time, it would be a goddamn miracle.
I hadn’t known they came like this. Virgins had never been my thing.