Lying there on my bed, pushed up on her elbows and wearing only a pair of tights and one of my Gypsy Bastards shirts, she has never gotten to me more. Clearly, I’m fucked in the head. I scan her body from her painted toenails up her calves and over her thighs. The shirt is too big on her but I can see her figure and she’s clearly not wearing a bra. Again. Her nipples harden under my gaze. I move my view over her exposed shoulder where the shirt has slipped off and then up the column of her neck. When I reach her face, I can see she’s breathing harder and her lips are parted. She wets her lips with her tongue and I have to suppress a moan. This woman is like cocaine running through my system and my cock is so hard I could hammer nails with it.
“Well?” she keeps pushing. Her voice has taken on a husky quality.
Watching her carefully, I decide that laying my cards on the table is the best option. At least then I’ll be rid of her. I cannot handle the whiplash of emotions anymore. One minute I’m beating a brother to a pulp and the next I can think about nothing but fucking this woman into submission.
“You were touching him.” It comes out on a growl.
I don’t want her touching anyone and I don’t want anyone touching her. Except for me.
“And?”
“I don’t fucking like it.”
Taking a step toward the bed, I stop myself before I move any closer. She watches me closely and licks her lips again. The room is badly lit and I have never been more grateful. Even through my jeans, she would be able to clearly see my erection if the lighting were only slightly better. She shakes her head and comes to sit upright.
Watching every move she makes, I realize how sensual she is. The way she moves is fluid and so goddamn sexy that I can’t help but stare. She tilts her head to the side, studying me.
“So how do we fix this problem? You are a very important person to me and I don’t want to lose you. I care for you deeply.” Sighing, she continues, “But Viking is my friend and old enough to be my grandfather.”
No reply is the best way to go. Grunting, I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans. Too late, I realize she has tracked the movement and sees my erection clearly. A grin forms on her face and I know that I’m seriously fucked. She crawls on hands and knees over to the edge of the bed.
Looking up at me through her lashes, she breathes in deeply. “Do you want me to touch you?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Hadley
Watching his face close down on me is one of the most heart-breaking moments of my life. Realizing that I’ve pushed him too far nearly breaks me in half.
“Never mind.” Moving from the bed, I straighten and walk toward the door. “You answered my question. I’ll make sure to be gone by morning.”
I know he heard me talking to Kaiya. I know he was pissed about what he heard. Seeing his erection push against his jeans, the only logical explanation I have is that after hearing everything, he doesn’t want to deal with broken goods.
Before the handle can twist in my hand, he grabs my wrist, spins me, and slams me against the wall. My other wrist is captured and both are held above my head while he stares down at me intently. His breathing is harsh and my nipples are painfully hard as he pins me against the wall with his chest. I wish I didn’t have this reaction to him, that I could be disgusted with him too, but it simply isn’t the truth.
“Christ, woman.” The quality of his voice is raw and honest. “What is your fucking problem?”
“I don’t have a problem, Wolf.”
The amount of sarcasm is daunting now. I want him to do something. I’ve been on pins and needles around this man for two weeks. They won’t let me leave the damn club. Wolf doesn’t like it when there are too many people around me if he’s not here, so I am isolated. They won’t let me leave and go back to my own life, which in turn makes me beyond irritated.
I have no outlet for anything, and my vibrator is at home in a drawer, so I’m frustrated. All of this has apparently caused me to turn into a raging bitch. But I want him to show some balls and make a fucking move.
Day in and day out, I watch him watch me. Even when I was black and blue, his gaze never wavered. He never treated me differently. Now, when he has the chance, he won’t do it because he heard my story. My past. No one wants damaged goods. Feeling tears pricking at my eye, I try to convince myself that it’s the anger fueling those tears, not the heartbreak.
He slams my wrists against the wall to get my attention then proceeds to lift my hands higher. I’m now on my tiptoes and this causes me to arch my back, pushing my breasts harder into his chest. He’s deadly serious.
“Don’t fucking call me that!”
“It’s your name, isn’t it, Wolf?” I challenge him yet again.
I won’t call him by his name. Brandon is someone I care for and might even love if I let myself. Wolf is an asshole and I need to remind myself of that at this moment.
“Brandon.”
“Well, that’s not what everyone else calls you, now is it?” I keep poking at him, hoping if I piss him off enough, he’ll let me go, and I can get my shit and return to my regular life.
His eyes are dark, like storm clouds over the open ocean. He leans his head in and whispers in my ear. “But you’re not everyone, are you?” He finishes the sentence with a nip to my earlobe.
A moan escapes me and my body goes lax in his hold. I don’t understand what the hell is happening here. I’m so turned on I feel like I might spontaneously combust any moment. I thought he was disgusted after hearing about my past but that’s not what’s happening right now.
Only the hand holding my wrists and his chest pressed to mine keep me vertical. I want this man so bad. I have since the first time I laid eyes on him. My pussy is slick with need for him and I can feel my tights getting wet down my thighs. He releases one wrist to clamp it together with the other, using only one of his hands. His hand caresses down from my wrist, over my elbow to my shoulder. He doesn’t stop or pause because he knows he doesn’t need to. He skims it lightly over my right breast, barely grazing my nipple and then down my side and around the back to grab my ass. He lifts my leg and hooks it around his hips and grinds his hard-on against my pussy.
The moan that escapes me is wanton and I can’t find the will to care because I don’t.
“Do you really think I don’t want you?” he asks, grinding his cock harder into my pussy. “Do you really think I’m just going to stand by and watch some other man touch you? Have what’s mine?”
My eyes are closed and I hope to God that’s a rhetorical question because I simply cannot answer him at this moment
“I’m giving you space.” He pulls away from me and gently sets me back on the floor. My eyes open and I find his gaze intently on mine.
“I’m giving you time to heal. I can’t be another person who hurts you. So I need you to be healthy and happy before I take you. Because when I take you, babe, I’m never letting you go. Understand?”
Watching him take a step back, I feel like I’m losing him. “Help me heal then.”
His eyes find mine and they are filled with confusion. He doesn’t understand what I want. I lift my shirt and reveal my body to him for the first time since the day I woke. I know there are still fading bruises and that the mark from the bullet wound will never completely fade. His gaze is like a caress on my body and he seems to be holding himself back. He’s rigid from head to toe, but I see the desire on his face.
“Take it away, Brandon.”
His eyes return to mine and I know that he sees the tears that are ready to spill yet again.
“The last hands I had on my body were his. The last memory I have with a man is with him. Help me change that.”
I’ve barely finished speaking when he is on me. He cups my face in his hands and gazes at me before planting his lips on mine. This isn’t a soft or romantic kiss. This is a claiming. He holds me to him and plunders my mouth. Fucking in and out of it with his tongue. Running my hands up his back
, I push them through his hair, dragging him impossibly closer. He pulls back, breathing hard and staring straight in my eyes.
“If I knew that’s what you needed, I would have done it the minute Doc cleared you.” He grabs my ass and lifts me effortlessly into the air, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Wolf
We take a seat on the edge of the bed and her pussy presses directly on my cock. I move my hands from her peach-shaped ass to run up her back. My hands tangle in her hair and pull her head back to expose her throat. Skimming my nose along the length of her neck, I take in the smell of her. She smells like me, like my shampoo and soap. I’ve been giving her my stuff for the last two weeks, clothes, shampoo, and soap. It was the only way to get close to her and although I felt like a creep, I don’t regret one moment of it.
As I trail my lips along the path my nose just followed, the only thought running through my mind is that I’m going to take my time and savor her. This time, I want to make it all about her and her pleasure. Later, I’ll take her hard and fast. Just as I’ve been dreaming of doing these past weeks.
Running the hand not holding her hair down her back to grip her ass again, I shift us, getting her underneath me. The need to be able to see her, her face, and her body consumes me to the point of madness. Slipping the hand encircling her throat down her chest to her breast, I feel the weight in my palm. She moans and goosebumps break out along her body when I graze my finger over her nipple. I do it again and again until her nipple peaks hard before I lower my mouth to capture it between my teeth. I bite down before laving at it with my tongue. The sound that escapes her makes pre-cum bead on my cock and slide down the shaft. The zipper presses harder into my cock and I fear I will come in my pants like a damn teenager.
After leaving her breast, I make my way further down her body, pressing feather-light kisses to each fading bruise. Every touch of my lips causes her breath to catch further but when I kiss the mark where the stitches from the gunshot were just two days ago, a mewling sound slips from her mouth. When I look up at her, I see her watching me intently. I grab hold of the elastic band before slowly rolling the tights down. Observing her closely, I make sure she’s with me every step of the way when she lifts her hips, giving me access to roll the tights down her legs. Her pussy is bare and I idly wonder who she went to the effort for. Before I can question her, the smell of her arousal reaches me, and I feel like an animal unleashed. Tossing the tights over my shoulder, I spread her thighs as wide as I can without hurting her to see her glistening cunt in the pale lamplight. It’s just as I imagined that first night in my bed while I masturbated to thoughts of her.
“Fuck.” I growl before clamping my lips to her pussy. Her pussy tastes like her. A unique taste that’s instantly imprinted in my mind, and I can’t even think about being gentle. Running my tongue from her slit to her clit, I eat her like she is my last meal, suckling her clit hard before letting go. Her moans fill the air around us and echo off the bare walls of the room, flowing over and through me. The need to pleasure this woman and make sure tonight is the pinnacle of her sexual experience is the only focus I have at the moment. I suck her clit deep into my mouth again before pushing a finger into her. The walls of her pussy pull me further into her and I add a second finger. Feeling her grow close, I nip at her clit with my teeth. She thrashes her head on the bed and lifts her back from the mattress. I slowly move up her body, nipping and kissing and licking until I reach her face. Intently, I watch her orgasm build and just as I see it becoming too much for her, I add a third finger.
I lean into her ear. “Come for me, babe.”
Ecstasy shows in her face as the orgasm takes over and she reaches her peak. Continuing to thrust my fingers in and out of her, I prolong her orgasm for as long as I can. My forehead is resting on her chest as my fingers slowly leave her still contracting cunt. Her hands go to my hair and she gently strokes it. She entangles her fingers in my hair and uses it to lift my head away from her.
“Brandon.” Her voice is hoarse, her eyes are heavy-lidded, and there’s a beautiful flush across her chest. “Fuck me, please.”
Her voice turns pleading, as do her eyes. Watching her closely, I see her eyes fill with tears and although nothing would give me greater pleasure than to stuff her to the brim with my rock-hard cock, I pull back.
Before I can open my mouth to speak, she turns away from me, covering her breasts. “Never mind.”
The words come out so soft, I almost miss them. Grabbing her, I yet again have her hands captured above her head in one of mine. My temper snaps and I get right in her face. Again, I am back to this mood roller coaster. I simply needed a moment to make sure this is truly what she wants. I won’t be able to let her go if I fuck her. If I mark her, she will be mine. But before I could get a word in edgewise, she freaked out about some perceived notion which she probably has all wrong. This woman might just be the fucking death of me.
“What the fuck is going on?” My mind is telling me to calm down, but my temper has taken the lead and I’ll be damned if this woman is going to walk away from me.
“What the fuck just happened?”
She doesn’t look at me but at my chest as she speaks. “I shouldn’t have asked. I know you don’t want me, you’re just trying to help me. I know you heard me earlier with Kaiya and that you can’t feel anything but disgust for me now.”
She tries to pull her hands from my grasp and I finally lose my goddamn mind. With both her hands tightly clasped in mine, I move my other hand down to my jean-clad erection. I undo my belt, button, and zipper in record time, and before she can utter another word of this bullshit she’s spewing, I thrust my cock in her to the hilt. She’s tight and strangling me with the grip of her pussy.
“Does this feel like I don’t fucking want you?” I snarl down at her, thrusting hard to get my fucking point across.
“Does this feel like I’m trying to make you feel better?”
Watching her eyes roll back into her head as I continue to thrust in and out, I can’t help myself, I can’t stop talking. “The only thing I think about from the moment I wake until the moment I close my eyes is you. What you’re doing? If you’re okay. I think of you and fucking you and holding you and just talking to you every moment of every fucking day. I dream about fucking you and keeping you and making you mine, and you don’t think I want you?”
A tear spills down her cheek and I freeze. Jesus, I’ve hurt her. What kind of man am I? She pushes against the hold I have on her wrist and I let go immediately. I am shocked and disgusted by the animal I am because I’m clearly not a man. Going to move out of her, I feel her legs come around me and lock behind my thighs. Her hands go to my shirt and start lifting it over my shoulders.
“Don’t stop, please,” she pleads with me. “Fuck me. Make me yours.” She pulls my face down to hers and runs her lips lightly over mine. Her tongue peeks out to coax my lips open and I’m lost to the moment. Kissing her is like being inside her body. It’s something I never want to stop doing. As I plunge into her slowly, her moan spills from between our joined lips. The sound makes my balls draw up tight to my body and I know I won’t be able to last. Rocking into her body, I feel her tighten around me, drawing me deeper and holding me tighter.
“Fuck, Hadley, I’m not going to last long.” My thrusts become harder and faster as my orgasm creeps down my spine. “Tell me what you need. I need you there with me.”
The smile on her face is the most beautiful yet wicked thing I have ever seen. “Make me yours.”
Lifting her right leg over my shoulder, I thrust deep. My orgasm is barreling down on me, but I refuse to finish without her. Pulling back slightly, I look down at where we are joined. Pushing back in, I cause her back to arch off the bed. I lower my hand from her shoulder to her clit and start rubbing in small circles, using a feather-light touch. Her pussy clamps down on my cock so tightly that I don’t even know if I’ll be able to move
. I thrust forward hard and she shatters around me.
Feeling her come around my cock is the thing that tips me over. I fuck into her like an animal. Four, five more pumps of my hips, and I explode inside her. Black dots dance in front of my eyes, and I swear I’ve never come so hard in my entire life.
I roll off her and pull her back to my front just as I did earlier tonight.
“You’re mine now,” I whisper into her ear. But she doesn’t hear me because she’s already out for the count.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hadley
Waking up the next morning, I find myself alone in bed. The space where Brandon lay last night is already cooled. Standing from the bed, I make my way over to the shower to start my day. I stand under the spray and relive every moment of last night, every word he said and everything he made me feel. My body aches in the most delicious way possible. After not having sex for three years, I’m feeling it today.
Getting out of the shower, I give a shriek at seeing Brandon standing at the doorway.
“Looking good, Blue,” The smirk on his face is unmistakable.
“You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.” Clutching my towel to my chest, I inhale deeply. Brushing past him, I head toward the clothes I left on his bed before my shower. Brandon watches me get dressed with a hungry look on his face and desire in his eyes, but he makes no move toward me.
“Something on your mind?” Continuing to dress, I don’t turn toward him.
“Just watching my woman.” His posture is relaxed as he leans his shoulder against the door frame.
“So now I’m your woman?”
“You have been since you fell off the bar downstairs. We just had some details to iron out.”
The look on his face can be described as nothing but pure confidence.
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