I sure as hell have thought about him, though. A lot. For heaven’s sake. He has a nice ass. He said he doesn’t play games. I wonder if he’d let me play quarter bounce off his backside. Shit, I’m sweating.
I left while he was in the shower. Called Zeke and Amelia later that afternoon to thank them for everything. Only I didn’t get very far with my thanks. I sat on my bed with a very bad headache and listened to Zeke tell me it was time to pull my head out of my ass. So, I did.
I also started eating, working out, and stopped drinking. The expensive glass of wine was the first drink I’ve had since, and now as I watch Saxon at the bar, the way the muscles in his back are flexing underneath a black button-up shirt, I could go for something stronger. Like a chair for example. In the corner. Where I could squirm and relieve the ache between my thighs or play with myself.
Pregnant women are not the only ones whose blood flows south. Men are not either.
“You must be staring at what I was. He’s hot as hell. Smells good, too.” Gigi strolls up, shoves the receipt in her purse, and spins around to take another look.
“Very,” I mutter. She doesn’t have to tell me how good he smells. I know firsthand. I’m a total idiot for keeping his shirt. I haven’t washed it either. Might have smelled it a time or two. I’ve thanked God at least a hundred times for having that man hold me all night as I soaked up his smell.
“I’m sorry to cut our night short. It’s obvious Stacy has had too much to drink with the way she’s running her mouth. I’m going to take her home.” This right here is one of the many reasons why I love her.
“It’s fine. Dinner was great. I had fun, and I needed it. You take her home. I’ll see you at the office on Monday.” There’s no need for me to elaborate Stacy’s behavior. Gigi is as professional as they come. She’ll set her straight.
I continue to stare at his ass for a minute or two, contemplating if I should say hello or leave, when he shoves his wallet back in the pocket of his jeans then turns around and sees me.
I have never been mentally seduced by a pair of dark eyes the way he is stripping me bare in all my life. They start at my neck, graze across my bare shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, and stop at my feet. Not that he would be the type of man to care, but my nails are painted a very vibrant red. Zoe’s favorite color of nail polish.
I would give anything right now to be able to do the same thing to him. To gawk the way I did when I woke to find him in bed with me. The man has a nice package between his legs. He’s pierced, too. I noticed the metal piece poking out of the end of his dick through his boxers.
Saxon Hartley, my mysterious man, turned me on and made me angry at myself for asking him to stay with me after another nightmare.
I have to go. I shouldn’t be thinking about him or call him my man. It has nothing to do with him not being my type. I feel guilty for desiring a man when my sister is gone and my nephew is missing. Not to mention his straightforward words that pierced my soul. The man is dangerous. I’m fairly certain he’s a killer. Which confuses the hell out of me in many ways.
“Hello, Saxon.” I shuffle forward on my five-inch stilettos; tilt my head up to look at him. God, he’s beautiful. Scruffy face and all.
“Eden,” he spits my name out. Angrily. Shit, I’m in a whole mess of trouble with this man.
“Zeke has been keeping me updated. I appreciate everything you’re doing. I have to go. It was good to see you.” I’m being a bitch, and I know it. I just can’t right now. With him or anyone.
I paste my clutch to my chest. My heart is pounding loud enough to drown out the angry voices in my head.
He isn’t a game player, and neither am I. A blind person would have picked up on the short-lived sexual tension between the two of us a minute ago. Nothing is going to come of it, and we sure as hell can’t talk privately in there even if there were something going on. Which there isn’t. Won’t ever be and definitely shouldn’t.
I pound the sidewalk, round the corner to the parking lot, and make it to my car. I hit the key fob, climb in, and start her up, start to pull out, and sigh. I feel awful for brushing him off. Saxon has done a lot for me, and I treated him like a stranger. I glance up and immediately feel disappointment set in when I see him cross the street and slide behind the wheel of a truck.
“God, Eden. What the hell is wrong with you?” I say as I pull out of the parking lot in the opposite direction in which he does, knowing full well that in my case, opposites may attract, but they rarely ever last.
* * *
“Oh, shit.” I murmur a half hour later when I pull into my drive to see Saxon standing next to his truck. Arms crossed over his chest. Legs crossed at the ankle. The entire drive home I kept swallowing guilt with every swallow. I should have known that a dominating man like him would not take kindly to a woman acting out. Fuck him, though; I don’t owe him a damn thing except for an apology.
“You even think about getting out of that car, and I’ll blister your ass. It won’t be for your pleasure either,” he barks, pushes off of his truck, and strides right into my garage. My temper flares. It skyrockets when he bends, sticks his head inside of my car, pushes the garage door opener to close us in. What the hell does he think he’s doing?
“People don’t owe me favors when I do something for them. What I demand out of anyone is respect. Is this the type of person you really are? ‘Cause you were a fucking bitch back there. You also left my brother's house without a damn word to me. So, the way I see it, I’m making you the first person who owes me.” His neck flexes with each word.
I owe him? Oh, shit.
“I’m sorry,” I say truthfully. He’s so close to me I could reach out and take his bottom lip between my teeth. And bite.
“That’s fucking better. Don’t ever pull that kinda bullshit on me again, Doc. That was a fucking game, and this is the last time I’m playing one. Now, get outta that fancy-ass fucking car.” He backs up a step, giving me just enough room to climb out. I jump when he slams the door, grips my arm, and guides me into my house.
“Take your hands off me, Saxon.” I try to jerk free. I fail.
“Not happening until I show you exactly what these hands can do. Sit,” he demands. I gulp while images of his hands all over me flash across his features. Shit. Shit. Shit. Please. Please. Please.
Not going to happen.
This man is used to getting what he wants. Well, he has met his match in me. Yeah, right. He’s going to form you into pliable putty in his hands, and you're going to love every minute of it.
“No. This is my house; you don’t get to come in here and boss me around. I’m not one of those club women who submit at your feet.” I cross my arms over my chest. Wrong thing to say, Eden. His flaming eyes divert down to my cleavage. Fire shoots across my skin. I’m scorching.
“No, you are not one of those women, which is why for the past three weeks I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. You are stuck in my head for some damn reason. I may not be your type of man and you sure as hell aren’t my type of woman. You're too good for a guy like me. Neither one of us can deny that. But something happened between us. You know it and so do I. Now fucking sit.”
I’m sitting not because he told me to but because his words strike me in the chest. If there’s one of us who isn't good enough, it’s me. He may have a dark side, but he has a big heart. I watched him interact with his brother; I adored him when he held his niece. I respected him when he climbed into bed with me with the biggest hard-on I’ve felt and he didn’t make a move to touch me. He held me. Kept me safe.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.”
“What?” My chest heaves up and down. I would fall to the ground if I were standing.
“Not into repeating shit.” He glides his rough hands up my legs until they reach the inside of my thighs. Gently, he presses them open.
And. I. Squirm. My insides are shaking right along with my legs.
“You need this as much as I do.
Just remember it’s only the beginning of what’s to come. You have me so fucking twisted up inside that I can't see anything past your beautiful face. You gonna deny the chemistry, Eden?” I should. But I’m not.
“No.”
“Good girl.” He slides his hands back down my legs, grabs my ankles, places both of my legs over his shoulder, and dips his head between my thighs. “Fuck. You have been sitting in that bar with no panties on. I oughta beat your ass, and trust me, I have plans to. Right now, though, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you drop to your knees in front of me. Then you’re going to take my cock between those fuckable lips” Oh. My. God.
“Fuck. This pussy is fucking beautiful, Doc.” My head falls back on the couch.
His tongue runs right up my slit. His hands are gliding up under my ass. Saxon’s large palms cup my ass easily, lifting me from the chair. He takes advantage of our position, growling into my pussy. He devours me like a fine wine.
His tongue dips into my pussy, fucking it with a perfect rhythm like he can’t get enough of me. Never have I felt this way in my entire life. One of his hands comes back out with his fingers running through my folds, his tongue running circles around my clit. I’m burning up.
Saxon peers up to me through his heavy lids when he sinks one finger into me. It’s all too much, causing me to throw my head back again, buck up my hips, and scream with all my might. He growls one more time before he continues to play me like a fucking fiddle.
I’m so focused on the way his tongue is exploring me that I lose control of every thought but him. No guilt, no shame. Just Saxon’s rough stubble scraping across my skin. His tongue and finger moving together. He moans as he eats me like the beast he is. An intoxicating combination of emotions runs through me. He’s towing me in. In complete control of my body.
“My God, Saxon.” I squirm; lift my body unabashedly toward his face.
“That’s it, darlin’. Fuck my face. It won’t be long until I’m fucking yours.” He only lifts his face for a tick of a second before he attacks me again.
I’m dangling off the fucking cliff, and for the life of me, I refuse to tumble over. I want this moment to last forever, relishing in the way Saxon has ignited every sensation in my body. But the bastard is talented, whipping his tongue one more time over my clit, sending me into pure ecstasy.
“Fucking perfection.” His tongue laps lazily over my center until I’m coming and he’s satisfied.
Then, like the predator he is, he climbs up my body. The tower of a man straddles my lap with fierce determination in his eyes. It scares me. But then his mouth crashes down on mine. He fucks my mouth with his tongue just like he did my pussy.
“Clean my face, darlin’. Kiss and lick away all of your taste.” Holy hell.
Never in my life have I been this sexually dirty with a man, but I don’t think twice about following his instructions. With each lap of my tongue across his chin, lips, and tongue, I feel beautiful from the inside out. Saxon gave me all of this, igniting a fire low in my belly that holds the threat to never diminish.
He leans back still straddling me on his knees. Each one of his moves hypnotizing me even though they’re simple. I’m no virgin and have seen plenty men pull out their cocks, but this is different. So fucking different that my head has created a special area to store this moment.
The air in my lungs freezes when he pulls his rock-hard cock from his boxers. No words compute in my thoughts. Saxon grips the base while staring down at me with a crooked eyebrow. I only focus in on his stare for a brief moment before going back to the silver piercing. That thing is going to be the death of me. Without thinking, I squirm down, wanting nothing more than to taste him. Take him whole in my mouth, drowning in everything Saxon.
He grabs my shoulder and pushes me back, shaking his head side to side. “You’ll suck my cock when I tell you to.” He is bossy. Trust me. He’s going to pay for that. Just not tonight.
He continues stroking himself from base to tip. I make sure to study the movement, pace, and grip, dying to know what he likes. The longer he jerks himself off, the more heat pools between my legs. He is definitely no fool catching onto this fact like a well-seasoned vet.
Saxon’s long, muscular arm reaches down between my legs. He sinks two fingers into my wet opening while never missing a beat stroking himself. I focus on his face and the passion coating his features. Between that little fact and his fingers fucking me, I’m screaming his name while relishing my second release of the night.
Before my screams die, Saxon leans forward grabbing the back of my head with his hand that was just fucking me.
“I’m gonna fuck that sweet mouth now.” He clutches onto both sides of my head. “Not pulling out either, darlin’, gonna coat the back of your throat with my come.” Oh, you most assuredly are, and I’m going to blow your godforsaken mind, Saxon.
I moan and squeeze my legs together. Never have I felt this dirty and beautiful at the same time. This man could ask me to hang the moon right now for him and I would. Saxon isn’t gentle as he pushes into my mouth. I grow drunk on his taste and the feel of his silky, hard shaft sliding into my mouth. The metal piercing hitting the back of my throat.
I drag my teeth every few strokes, gaining a growl from him. He pulses, bobs, and fucks my face until his eyes are filled with lust. His bottom lip is growing white from his top teeth sinking into it.
I suck, moan, and lick every hard inch of this dangerous man. Continuously.
I need more of him. Want him naked on me, covering my body, offering up his strength and comfort. My hands pull down his jeans over his perfect ass. I dig my nails into his ass cheeks, forcing him harder and faster into my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Saxon growls, stilling in my mouth, making good on his promise of coating my taste buds.
I swallow every single bit of it high on life and all things Saxon right now. He pulls out slowly when I’m done sucking him dry.
“Let me taste.” He leans down attacking my mouth. I’m in heaven.
When he pulls back, there’s a whisper of a smile on his face. Ex-convict look, the badass biker has all vanished, leaving behind a stunning man.
“I want to come again,” I whisper into his lips.
“Yeah?”
I nod.
“Good thing I need one more taste before I take you to bed and hold you all night long. I’m a man of my word, darlin’.”
7
Brick
I roll out of bed quietly, my throbbing cock thick and heavy. Christ, she is stunning. Way too good for a man like me. My eyes glaze up the naked skin on her back, her hair covering half of her beautiful face. I’d give about anything to crawl back in bed and sink my cock into her pussy. My mouth knows firsthand how it tastes; now I need to feel. To let her grip me until I’m coming inside of her.
The minute I noticed her standing in the bar, my dick hardened and my head boiled with red-hot rage when her long, lean legs and hot-as-hell tits were spilling out of her dress. The woman standing before me was not the same woman who left without a Goddamn good-bye three weeks ago. Hell, no, she wasn’t. She stood there in a dress that had me wanting to haul her ass out of there and blister it. Short as fuck. Black as the inky sky and dipped so damn low in the front she had me seething. Then she spoke. Burned my damn ass even more.
What we did last night was not my intention when I hauled ass over here. I had every intention of chewing her fucking ass out for being a bitch. I’m not a man who goes around collecting favors, but I’ll be damned if I was going to let her treat me like a piece of shit. She’s better than that, and she knows it. Fuck, she’s better than me.
I haven’t been able to get her off my mind for one damn minute. My mind is a fucked-up mess over her, and there’s not one way I can even begin to explain it. I’ve never believed in love and connections and all that other bullshit, but there’s some invisible string tugging the two us together. I’ve felt need before. Not like this. I have a f
eeling once I get inside of her, imprinting her with me, that I’ll never be able to get enough. She’s beautiful even when she’s lost. Told Zeke that shit, too, when he tried chewing me a new one the minute I stepped out of the shower at his place.
I slide into my jeans, easing the zipper up around my angry dick. Not now, buddy. We will be back. It’s time to give our little vixen a taste of her own medicine. Her cell phone on the nightstand lights up with text after text filling her screen. She has her phone set to read ‘Text Message’ instead of the actual message. Everything inside of me wants to pull that damn phone into my hands and read those texts.
I grip the sides of my head, tamping down the instant rage of jealousy. She’s a professional. Has, or I should say, had a life outside of me. I’ll be talking to her about that the first chance I get. Whatever this is between us is something I’m not about to fuck up. I dig this chick. This woman is fucking mine.
It takes everything inside of me to walk outside and shut these fancy-ass double doors. I check to make sure the bitch is locked. With the fucking glamorous house she calls home, I’m shocked she doesn’t have a security system. That shit will be changed real fucking soon. No woman of mine will be living without one. Fancy fucking house or not.
I flick my lighter; inhale my cigarette, grinning like a dumbass. I did promise her I’d quit if she started eating again, and by the looks of her in that dress and the way she felt in my arms last night, she held up her end of it.
She still needs an ass beating, though. Cherry red with my dick sliding between those globes. Damn.
Her fucking ass in my palms last night and tits in my mouth, I’m certain she’s been eating. Curvy as hell and making my dick punch through my jeans. Not the most comfortable predicament to be driving back to the club in, that’s for sure.
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