“Turn around,” he said gruffly.
“Why?”
“Because I’m puttin’ this jacket on you and you’re gonna wear it.”
“Property of? Really, Arkham?”
He snorted, though his brothers didn’t, a fact Rain was acutely aware of. “It means I’m makin’ you my ol’ lady.”
“Do I get a say in this?”
Now there were a few snorts from his brothers. “Sure. You get to say yes.”
“What does being your ol’ lady mean? ‘Cause I ain’t hangin’ around if you’re gonna be with other women.”
Arkham sighed, but slung the jacket around her shoulders, urging her to put her arms in the sleeves before he answered her. “It means you’re mine and I’m yours. No one else for either of us.” Rain was so startled, all she could do was stand there with her mouth open. Tears formed in her eyes, but she blinked them back. “You saw me and Cheetah, didn’t you?”
Rain stuck her chin up defiantly. “I did.”
“Cheetah sewed the patch for me. I asked her to do it when we left Rockwell. She worked on it nonstop so she could have it done when we got home so I could give it to you.” He shrugged. “Cheetah’s what you might call a hugger. I was very grateful to her, so yeah. I hugged her. I don’t want her. Not as my woman. Not even for an occasional fuck.” He took a step closer so she had to crane her neck to look at him. “I only want you, Rain.”
Rain couldn’t help herself. The impact of his words was like a physical caress. Her knees went rubbery, and she probably would have just sat down right there if Arkham hasn’t caught her. He pulled her tightly into his arms and buried his face in her hair. It was only then she realized his body was trembling against hers, and she felt a dampness against her neck where his face was next to hers. He was crying? And, goddammit, she was crying, too.
* * *
There had never been a time in his life when emotion had overwhelmed Arkham. Not when he’d lost brothers in Afghanistan. Not when his parents had died. Not when he’d lost any number of people in his life who were important to him. Knowing he’d hurt Rain enough for her to run from him nearly gutted him. Having her back safely in his arms, willingly clinging to him, was no less painful. His heart felt too big for his chest, but so vulnerable he wanted to clutch it tightly to him so no one could take it away. In a way, he supposed that was what he was doing, because he held Rain’s bare body to him as tightly as he could. Rain was his heart. His world.
He’d carried Rain back to his room on the first floor. Once inside, he’d set about stripping her and himself. She’d helped, though she had been a little hesitant at first.
“I know this is movin’ fast, baby, but I’m not givin’ you up without a fight. If that means I keep you here naked with my body inside yours for days, that’s what I’m gonna do.”
“Hum,” she said, nipping his chest sharply. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. You might just get what you ask for.”
“Fuck…”
Rain wrapped her slender arms around his neck and pulled her to him for a kiss. She licked at his mouth, nipping the bottom lip even as she stroked his tongue with hers. If he lived to be a hundred, Arkham knew he’d never get enough of this sweet woman. She gave him back something he’d thought he’d lost long ago. If he’d ever had it to begin with. Where Rain was concerned, Arkham had compassion and love like he’d never known existed in the world. And he had no way of telling her without sounding like a complete idiot.
Arkham moved them to the bed, but Rain wiggled out of his arms. At first he was confused, but she pushed him back until he realized she wanted him on the bed. He sat on the edge, and she knelt before him.
She looked up at him as she positioned herself between his thighs. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I walked in on you in the shower.”
“Well, shit. If I’d known that…”
She giggled as she grasped his cock in one small hand. “It would have been for the wrong reasons then.” Her eyes still danced merrily, but her words were serious. “I wanted you, but I also thought it would be a way to keep in your good graces.”
“Now?”
Her smile was brilliant. “Now, I want to see just how crazy I can make you before you fuck me senseless.”
“Goddamn, woman!”
Rain took him between her lips, sucking on the head of his cock with delicate pressure. He was certain it was the first time she’d done this. Not because what she was doing was inadequate. Quite the opposite. She didn’t have a smooth skill about her touch, but a curious enthusiasm that more than made up for any inexperience.
Her hand continued to circle the base, but didn’t move. Just held him still for her. She seemed to be getting used to the taste and feel of him, as if she wanted to learn everything about this part of him.
After a while, she began to take on the task with more seriousness. She slid her mouth over him as far as she could go, taking almost half of him. Arkham knew he was thick and long, and there was no way she could take all of him on her first attempt. Several times, he felt the back of her throat, but she never let up. Just continued to slide her lips over him again and again until she was whimpering around him. His shaft was wet with her saliva and his body with his own sweat.
Soon, he found himself gritting his teeth with the effort not to come. He had no idea exactly what she was doing to him, but it was like nothing he’d ever experienced. He brushed aside her hair so he could watch as his cock disappeared into her mouth inch by inch.
“Fucking Goddamn,” he muttered. “Fuck!” His body shuddered uncontrollably. And still she enveloped his dick over and over again, humming around it with each stroke as if it were her favorite treat. She dug her fingers into his thigh with one hand while she started pumping his cock with the other. With each drop of pre-come he released, her tongue greedily swiped it up until he was sure she had figured out how to get those little drops from him intentionally.
When he could take no more, when he was sure he was going to come in her mouth, he fisted her hair in one hand and pulled her off him. She resisted, only giving up his cock when her mouth lost its suction with a little pop. Still she tried to reclaim her prize, her mouth open as she reached for his cock. That sight alone nearly made him spill.
“You’re so Goddamned sexy,” he growled. “And you’re all mine.”
He spun her around and pulled her to him so she straddled his legs, her back to his chest. His cock bounced between her legs, striking her clit with each movement. When she reached for him, he caught her wrist before taking both of her arms and crossing them over her chest until she grasped her shoulders. With one arm locking hers in place, he wrapped the other around her waist before finding her pussy with his cock and surging forward as he brought her down on him.
She screamed, letting her head fall back to lie against his shoulder even as she arched her back and ground herself against him. Arkham was struck at the difference in their sizes, the texture of their bodies. He was a large man. The sight wasn’t particularly new to him when fucking a woman, but for some reason, this time it was extremely erotic. Her body seemed silky smooth against his hair-roughened one. Even her scars, though each one pained him, seemed more delicate than his own. Her muscles were lithe and lean where his were bulky and large. She was a conundrum of femininity and powerful warrior.
Just as he thought he had himself back under control, Rain thrashed her head and bucked her hips. Her cunt squeezed him like a vise, and he realized she was coming. Arkham slid his hand to her pussy and found her clit and pressed down. The effect was immediate. Rain bucked her body, continuing to scream. Her orgasm was powerful. Arkham knew because her little cunt had a stranglehold on his dick. The contractions were powerful, threatening to trigger his own release before he was ready. He growled, the sound menacing even to himself as he tried to regain some semblance of control.
“Little witch,” he growled in her ear. “Trying to make me come?”
“Yes,” s
he moaned. “Deep inside me, Arkham. I want to feel your hot cum inside my pussy!”
“Such a needy little thing.” Arkham continued to fuck her, picking up a rhythm now but needing something more.
He stood with her in his arms. When he was at his full height, his body buried in hers, he had to lift her off the floor because of their height difference. She cried out and bent her knees to hook her feet behind him, digging into his thighs. Arkham couldn’t resist a couple of shallow pumps with her in this position. It wasn’t comfortable or possible for very long, but the very idea he could handle her, could fuck her in any way he chose was a heady turn on.
Finally, he crawled up onto the bed with her, blanketing her body with his and scooting her fully onto the mattress. He planted a hand in the middle of her back and began to fuck her with hard, sure strokes. Rain’s arms were trapped between her and the mattress. With the added pressure of his hand between her shoulders, she was pretty much immobile.
Arkham wrapped his arms around her, his weight on her fully as he continued to fuck her aggressively. She was hot and slick and oh, so very tight. His woman.
She hooked her heels over his thighs, urging him to continue the only way she could move. The pressure was subtle, but she pulled him to her with every thrust, her cries now bordering on the insane. Her hips twisted and pressed up against him, and Arkham was sure she was grinding her clit into the sheets for friction.
“Do you want to come?” His voice was husky, gruff. This woman was driving him insane. His need for her was driving him insane. She seemed to crave the same wild, abandoned sex he did, so he continued.
“Yes! Oh, God! Arkham! Fuck me harder so I come so fucking hard!”
He did, slamming into her body with all his considerable strength. Her cries were loud, each one driving him further and further down a road to sexual insanity.
“Gonna come in you, woman. Gonna fill you with the fuckin’ stuff!”
“Do it!” Rain whipped her head around and found his gaze over her shoulder. She bared her teeth at him. “When I come, I want you to come too. Fill me up with it! Come in my little pussy so fucking hard, Arkham!”
Her scream was shrill, her body covered in sweat now. Arkham pushed himself to his knees and gripped her hips, and he pounded her with his dick. Long, hard, fast strokes that slapped their skin together loudly until finally, he gave his own roar. He grasped her hips and ass hard and held her tightly against him, his cock buried deep as he came in a cataclysmic convulsion. The orgasm went on and on, spurts of cum gushing inside her, making her forever his. He’d come inside her before, but this was different somehow. This was them both knowing he’d made her his in front of his club. His brothers. She’d accepted him. There was no going back, and he didn’t want to.
“Fucking hell, Rain,” he whispered brokenly as he rolled them to their sides. He was still buried deep and had no plans of removing himself from the haven of her body.
“Arkham.” Her voice was husky from her screams, her body relaxed against his. “I…” She swallowed, turning her head away from him, frustration etched on her face. She didn’t know what to say to him? After what they’d just shared?
“If you’re thinkin’ of leavin’ me again, don’t.” Arkham pulled her even tighter against him, giving a thrust with his semi-hard cock. “I don’t put my claim on many people. You I’ve claimed. I can’t live without you in my world, Rain. Understand me, I won’t.”
She looked up at him sharply, searching his face for something. “What are you saying, Arkham?”
This was it. Torpedo had asked him if he’d told Rain what she meant to him. Now was the time for him to do so. “I love you, Rain. I didn’t really think I was capable of the emotion, but I know it’s there because something’s wrong inside me when I think about you leaving. You fill places in my soul I had no idea were empty.” He leaned up and took her mouth gently. “Stay with me, baby. I swear you won’t regret it.”
“You… love me?” Unexpectedly, tears formed and spilled from her eyes. Arkham started to panic. Tears were the last thing he wanted to give her.
“I do, baby. Don’t cry. I can’t… I don’t know what to do with your tears. The only person I can kill to make them go away is myself, and that would leave you unprotected.” He was serious, panic beginning to seize him. What if she didn’t love him back? What if she still wanted to leave?
Then, thankfully, she laughed. The tears still came, but he realized it was one of those silly female things. She laughed because she was happy.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want to leave you. I never did.” She pulled him back to her to kiss him once before continuing. “No one’s ever told me they love me before. And I’ve never said it either. I’m not even sure what love is, but if there is such a thing, I know that I love you.”
Arkham let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Stay with me. I’ll make you happy. When you’re ready, we can get married.”
She frowned. “I thought that’s what we did when you gave me that jacket?”
He barked out a laugh. “As far as I’m concerned, we did. To make it legal, though, there is paperwork.”
“Isn’t there always,” she muttered. Then she smiled. “I’ll do whatever you think is best. You’ve earned my trust, so just tell me what to do. ‘Cause I ain’t got a clue.”
“How about you just love me? Everything else will take care of itself.”
“Sounds like the perfect plan to me.”
Marteeka Karland
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.
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