by Kay Maree
Reuben grits his teeth and blows out a harsh breath. “You know how Amity’s been trying to expand her portfolio? To do that, she’s been taking a series of photos based on life after destruction. Wildlife living in buildings flattened by tornadoes, plant growth after fires, shit like that. I should have warned her but I didn’t think it would be an issue since the scene had been cleared and the building was already slated for demolition. Apparently, that fat, lazy fuck Hudson wasn’t done with his report, though so when he showed up at the site and found Amity there with her camera, he called it in.”
“Called what in?” I question.
“To hear him tell it, she was interfering with an ongoing investigation,” Reuben grunts in disgust. “Good old Al called his son who just signed on with Lubbock PD and demanded he get his ass in his squad car to collect the trespasser he was detaining.”
“Say fucking what now?”
“Yep. Got a call from Little Al,” yeah, Albert Hudson is that self-involved he named his son Albert Hudson the second, otherwise known as little Al - poor bastard. “Can’t say I’m glad he’s got a thing for my sister, but in this instance it came in handy. I met him down at the station and he released her into my care. That said, it came with a warning that he wouldn’t be able to overlook any future acts of trespass in the future. According to him, his uncle the Mayor is up PD’s ass to lower crime rates and increase incarceration by the budget meeting next quarter.”
“Amity okay?” Reuben grins wickedly at my question.
“Other than being pissed way the hell off, yeah,” he chuckles. “I had to stop by Taco Bell and buy her nachos and a fucking burrito just to get her to shut up about the injustices in our legal system and wrongful imprisonment. I mean, the little psycho wasn’t even in a cell when I got there. They didn’t book her or take her prints for fucks sake.”
Yeah, that sounds like our Amity. God’s honest truth, I wouldn’t have blamed the guys on duty at the police station that night if they had locked her up; call it time served for past infractions. The girl is a menace to society which would concern me seeing as my woman is her best friend, but if there’s one thing I know about Amity, it’s that she would sooner walk out into oncoming traffic than hurt Seraphina. And while Amity’s gotten herself into some questionable situations over the years if what Reuben says is anything to go by, it hasn’t been anything she couldn’t, for the most part, get herself out of.
“Do me a favor, yeah?”
“Depends,” Reuben proffers.
I grin at him. “See if you can get your sister to tone down the crazy when she’s with my woman.”
“Not a chance in hell,” he mutters through his chuckle. “The last time I interfered in their whacked out friendship, I woke up duct taped to my bed with a video camera on a tripod at the end of it filming my reaction to their fucked up prank. You’re on your own with this on, Ry.”
Just as I thought.
On that note, it’s time to get back to work. I have a woman to get home to after all.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Seek And Destroy ~ Metallica
THE SABOTEUR
Goddamn sonofabitch! Nothing is working out as it’s supposed to. This fire was meant to be the one. He was supposed to be in there.
From where my truck is positioned, backed into the alley behind the fire station there’s a clear view of the parking lot. I slumped down in the driver’s seat so as to avoid detection, but I can see every-fucking-thing. The men joking and laughing, that asshole, Kael at the center of it all while his other friend, Reuben stands off to the side with clipboard in hand, removed but still part of the action. But it’s, Ryker Storm, the bane of my existence that I’m more interested in.
Everything about him pisses me off. The way he walks. His deep voice full of confidence and authority. I hate that he seems infallible even with all the effort I put into getting rid of him. He’s bigger than the other men, not by much, but enough that his presence is acknowledged and respected when he walks into a room.
That’s what I want. What I crave more than anything.
The days where I am a puppet in someone else’s game are over. I’m done being told what to do, how to act, when to speak and what to say. I’ve spent three decades being controlled by others who expect me to fit their ideals, live up to their standards, and dance to their tune. Enough is enough; it's my time now. My time to exact retribution on those who look down on me, who think to control me. It’s my time to prove to the world that men like me aren’t merely predators who should hide in the dark and work in the shadows.
There are more like me, you know? We aren’t the anomaly people think we are. In homes, apartment buildings, farm houses, chalets, rundown shacks, and cabins all across the world there are thousands of men with the same desires and compulsions I have. We share more than the societal belief we’re monsters for engaging in acts others unlike us don’t have the ability to comprehend.
For arguments sake, did you know there are over seventy-five million others with the propensity to behave the way I do? Not all of them will have the means or ambition to act on their desires the way I have, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t out there. They walk among you. They babysit your children, serve your meals, treat you when you get sick. You would have crossed paths with them as you cross the street or do your grocery shopping and you would never have known or recognized the darkness that lurks beneath.
Think about that for a minute. Really think about what that means. If we were so different from you, then why are we able to blend into society the way we do? If we were truly evil, then wouldn’t you be able to tell, to single us out from the crowd?
Regardless of what you think of us, how you judge us for the things we do, the reality of it is that we’re simply more highly evolved than you. We are in tune with our darker appetites, not allowing them to control us merely aware that they are there. We have intense focus, we’re driven, motivated planners by nature and given the opportunity, whether architected by us or by way of serendipity, we act on our cravings condemnation from others be damned.
I was four years old when I realized I wasn’t like other children. I had no interest in playing with cars and trucks or learning to ride a bike. Socializing with kids my own age felt like a chore, a necessary one mandated by my parents, but a chore nonetheless. I did everything in my power to pretend like I was engaged, going as far as to befriend those I considered to be beneath me; I still do.
As the years went on, I learned how to blend in and operate under the radar given the all-seeing, all-knowing dictatorship I lived in. It wasn’t easy, my needs had turned into full- blown necessities by the age of eleven, but I made it happen and I did that by focusing on my end goal; freedom. I wanted to be free from the stifling repression of my parents' home. I coveted the autonomy to self-govern. My esoteric companion - the dark benefactor who watched over my shoulder, guiding and encouraging me - needed latitude, something he wouldn’t get under the watchful eye of others.
So at eighteen, I left. I had money, a car and a destination in mind, that was all but enough at the same time. It would be a month before I first allowed my esoteric companion to do his bidding, and a year before he perfected his skills. But it wouldn’t be until ten years after that that we would come into contact with the woman who would change everything.
Shifting my truck into gear, I follow Ryker at a safe distance as he makes the twenty-minute journey home. My truck comes to a stop at the side of the street before his driveway, knowing I will have to change directions and backtrack to the access road that will lead me to the wooded area behind his house.
I found the access road by chance. A dirt track, not often used but big enough for my truck to navigate gives me unrestricted access to the land that borders his. I’ve spent many a night camped out here, watching, waiting, dreaming of the time that he will no longer be a hindrance. Visions of his death war with images of his suffering as he takes his last breath
. It’s beautiful, comforting even, knowing that even though today wasn’t his day in the not so distant future, Ryker Storm will be no more.
The lights of his vehicle turn off. His door slams as the sound of heavy footfalls echo in the night. The soft glow from the windows cast shadows across the porch, but with the blinds closed, I don’t have a clear view inside. I can only guess what’s happening now. My mind goes wild at the thought of his rough hands touching her, his mouth pressed against hers as she welcomes him home.
My night will be long, but it won’t be lonely. My esoteric companion remains with me, keeping me focused and calm during the hours between now and dawn. His presence soothes me as much as it reminds me that there’s work to be done. Work we will both thoroughly enjoy.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sex On Fire ~ Kings Of Leon
RYKER
This isn’t a situation I’m familiar with, and I’m not talking about the hard-on tenting the fabric of my sweats that shit’s normal, especially if Seraphina is in the same room. What I’m referring to is me being unsure about how to approach a woman. Sure, I’ve got plenty of experience with the fairer sex and I’ve also established that Seraphina isn’t merely a normal woman, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in uncharted territory here.
Usually after I get home from working a fire hyped up on adrenaline, I take care of myself in the shower or head to the club to relieve some of the tension. The latter isn’t happening, and not just because of Seraphina but because I have absolutely no desire to partake in that world anymore. Now though, with my girl standing in front of me covered only in a robe like an offering from the God’s, I’m finding it really hard to restrain myself from bending her over the arm of the couch and rutting into her like aa fucking animal.
It doesn’t make a lick of difference to my cock or my rampant desire to possess her that she isn’t ready to me like that; I’ve got enough skills and experience to make Seraphina cum multiple times, over and over again, one right after the other with nothing more than a few flicks of my wrist and lurid promises of what’s to come. With that in mind, I take a deep breath to attempt to calm the nervous energy thrumming through my veins. It’s a wasted effort, though, when Seraphina shocks the shit out of me by untying her robe and sliding it off her creamy white shoulders, allowing it to pool on the floor by feet.
I blink rapidly, praying this isn’t an illusion, that she really is standing there bare for me, her beautiful full tits on display all but begging me to worship them with my mouth, and my hands. Fuck, if she’ll let me, I‘ll happily thrust my aching cock between them and cum all over her chest and beautiful face. She might not be ready for that yet, and since I’m not in the position to form an intelligible sentence right now, that’ll just have to wait.
Seraphina may not know that she wants, no, needs a man to dominate her, take her hard, and fuck her into submission, but her body is a different story. Her body screams out to be fucked into oblivion, taking all I have to give and more. From the tips of her beaded nipples down to her dripping wet cunt, Seraphina’s body is crying out to be mastered by a firm, guiding hand.
Up until now, I’ve handled my girl with care. I’ve shown her how empowering sex can be, how liberating it is when she allows herself to come undone at the touch of my hand. I’ve taught her that sex is a power exchange, that she isn’t merely a vessel for my pleasure but that it will always be give and take between us. But now, it’s time to take that to the next level. Now, it’s time to play.
Without a word, I push off the counter, stalking toward her until I’m practically on top of her. I gently tuck a strand of hair that’s come loose from her messy bun and ask, “Is this your way of seducing me, sweetheart? Because if it is, it’s fucking working.” Taking her hips in my hands, I pull her into my body and grind my erection against her. “Can you feel what you do to me? Every time I’m near you, I’m hard as fucking stone. Every time I see you, breathe in your scent, hear your sweet laugh, I want to fuck you unconscious.”
My hands itch to travel over her curvaceous body. I want to know if she’s wet for me already, if her juices are leaking out and covering the inside of her thighs. Every fiber of my being demands I lift her onto the breakfast bar at her back so that I can feast on her before slamming my cock so deep inside her she’ll feel me for days. Instead, I grab a hold of the firm globes of her ass and hoist her into my arms, walking swiftly down the hall and into our bedroom.
Not wanting to rush this, I set Seraphina on her feet and take a step back. She automatically leans back against the dresser with her chest heaving, pupils dilated, and nipples tight little buds beckoning me to lavish attention on them with my tongue.
When I would have said to hell with waiting and thrown her on the bed, I remember just in time that Seraphina needs priming before she’s able to accept my thick cock in one solid thrust.
My gaze roams over her body, visually cataloging every dig, hollow and curve. I could stare at her naked body for hours without even having to touch her and be one-hundred percent satisfied. But before I’m ready, her hoarse whisper has me halting my perusal. “Did I do something wrong, is that why you stopped?”
Her tone is unsure, nervous, threaded with insecurity a woman as beautiful as she is should never feel. Especially not after all thee things we’ve already done together. Seraphina should never feel anything less than perfect when she’s with me because that’s what she is; my angel. My gift. My everything.
Reaching out, I stroke a finger down her cheek – in part because I need to touch her, but primarily to reassure her whatever happens next will be because she wants it, not because she feels it’s what I need. My voice is tender when I say, “I’m not stopping, I’m waiting, baby. I can’t promise I’ll do it often, sweetheart, but this is me giving you control, letting you guide where we go from here.”
“Um, I…” she stammers before falling silent.
This is no doubt hard for her, having to verbalize what she wants, but I need her to start taking charge of her sexuality, to own it and be proud of the amazingly sexy woman she is.
Hesitantly, Seraphina pushes off the dresser and walks towards me. Her shapely, toned thighs are clenched together, letting me know exactly how turned on she is. I love everything about my girl’s body, but her thighs vie with her tits for the top spot. And it’s not just because of the treasure that lies between them. Although I have to say, I really, really love her gorgeous pussy.
Immediately missing the connection of our eyes, especially considering hers are so expressive when she tilts her head down to look at her feet, I rasp, “Look at me. Lift your head up and look at me, Seraphina.” Worry creases her brow which triggers me into action. “All I need is one word, gorgeous. Do you want me to take over, yes or no? If the answer is yes, then you’re going to have to put your trust me and do as I say. Do you think you can do that, baby?”
It’s cautious, but slowly Seraphina nods her agreement. “I trust you, Ryker. I wouldn’t have been naked under my robe, waiting to surprise you when you got home if I didn’t.”
I close the minimal distance between us and ask, “One last question, baby, and I need you to answer it honestly. Nothing changes if you answer, no, we’re still us and I’ll still be worshipping your gorgeous body tonight regardless of the outcome. But if you answer, yes, things are going to change between us which is why I need your complete, unfiltered honesty.”
Seraphina’s nerves are back in full-force. The lust that was burning so brightly only seconds ago is fading into a weak flicker. “But I don’t want things to change between us. I like how we are together. I love being with you and how you make me feel,” she manages to get out before I silence her with a finger pressed against her lips.
“Things won’t change in a bad way, sweetheart,” I grin, hoping to put her at ease. “What I was trying to say but failing miserably is that the second you trust yourself wholly over into my care, the moment I thrust into you
r tight, wet pussy and make it shudder around my cock while your hands are tied to my headboard and I spank your ass there’s no going back. I won’t let you give me that gift and take it away. But it’s up to you, baby. You’re the only one that can decide is if you can handle that or not. My kink, the man I am, what I want to do to you might not come naturally to you in the beginning, but I’ve got no doubt in my mind that if you open yourself up to the idea you’ll come to crave it as much as I do. I haven’t been in a relationship before, sweetheart, so I’ll probably fuck up and do it often, but I promise you on my life there will never be a day you wake up beside me when you don’t know that you’re loved and adored.”
Watching the myriad of emotions flash across her face, I hold my breath and wait for Seraphina to make her decision. I patiently wait, my heart in my throat while I’m silently begging her to take a chance on us. Seraphina finally finds her voice and takes my hand in hers. “Is it okay if I ask for a day or two to think about it? I’m not saying, no, not at all. It’s just that I want to make sure I can be everything you need.”
I won’t lie and say her not being able to give me an answer straight away doesn’t sting a little because it does, but at least she isn’t turning me down flat.
As difficult as it is, I back away from her slightly, giving her space but it’s then Seraphina surprises me again. “Could I maybe, um try something, though? If you’d let me, that is. You know I don’t have a lot of experience so there’s a good chance I won’t even be any good at it, but I’d really like if you’d let me try...”
Slanting my head, I press my lips to hers successfully cutting her off. I mean, a nervously rambling Seraphina is cute, but if she doesn’t get to the point in the next five seconds there’s a real chance my cock will explode. Thank fuck I catch her mid rant, her lips already parted so that I can take advantage and dip my tongue into her sweet mouth. She tastes like coffee with a hint of strawberry lip gloss I see her swiping on every so often.