Saved Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by R. M. Walker

  Geron hissed as one hand rose to my shoulder and pushed the supple leather down enough to expose me just a little bit more. His mouth met the edge of my shoulder as he carefully traced a path back up to my ear. Cool air replaced his body heat as the rasp of his voice snagged my attention.

  “No bra?”

  I shook my head. “The outfit didn’t need one.”

  “Indeed,” he agreed, his voice a low growl.

  He moved unhurriedly as he stood in front of me, picking up my hands and placing a tiny kiss on the surface of each one. Grasping the material of my bodysuit, he pulled the material down each arm until they were free. I stood naked from the waist up, completely exposed for his perusal. The desire in his eyes darkened them to a deeper shade of blue as he lifted his gaze to mine.

  “You have gorgeous tits, darlin’.”

  Smirking, I was about to say something funny in response, but he leaned forward and sucked a nipple between his full lips, raking the tip between his teeth. His hands rose to massage the mounds as a whimper escaped and I couldn’t hold the pleasurable sensation in any longer.

  “Yes,” I exclaimed, much louder than I intended but his devilish grin was the only response.

  His lavished attention on each breast lasted several minutes as my back arched, gaining him more access as my fingers ran through his dark hair. Licking a path of liquid fire upward, his mouth soon traced a pattern across my jawline until our lips met. The kiss was gasoline to the flames of arousal, each of us breathing harder and faster as his tongue dueled with mine. Nipping, biting lightly, sucking – he devoured and owned me with every sweep and perfect plunge.

  One hand circled my neck as he moved behind me again, taking control as I so desperately wanted him to do. It was as if he knew my every thought and desire and was determined to act it out. Geron closed the gap between us as he pulled me back into the front of his body, molding that hard-muscular frame against my own. A possessive hold stayed at my neck while he wrapped his other hand around my waist, trailing across my skin until it splayed across my stomach. Smooth lips placed kisses from my bare shoulder all the way to my neck.

  With a burst of impatience, he spun me around to face him. His lips slammed down on mine, swallowing the gasp of surprise with his mouth as he lifted me into his arms. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist as I gyrated against him, my core meeting the impressive bulge between his thighs. A sexy growl left his lips as Geron grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head backward. His tongue licked up the column of my throat as he nipped at the flesh, sending a wave of goosebumps down my arms.

  My back hit the mattress as our bodies fell onto the silky sheets. Cradling my ass, he continued to kiss me with a feral and raw need. Passion radiated from every inch of his body. I couldn’t get enough – of him, of this moment, of the thought he would devour me whole. My core clenched as I undulated my hips, needing more of this mystery man and his touch.

  Cool air replaced the space between us as he backed away, his eyes roaming every inch of my body as he shed his clothing. The cape, dark hero suit, and the t-shirt underneath hit the floor in a discarded heap. All that was left were his boxer briefs and the sexiest torso I’d ever seen. Ripped abs, a light dusting of dark hair stretched over taut muscles, and defined pecs caused my lips to smack together like I was anticipating the perfect meal.

  Placing a knee on the mattress, Geron’s hands slid up the inside of my legs as he commented on how perfectly toned and sexy they were beneath the material of the leather bodysuit. Pushing them open wider, he smiled a seductive grin before grabbing the material at my waist and tugging hard, yanking the leather down and over my hips, beyond my legs until it was tossed aside.

  For a few brief seconds he didn’t move, just stared at the juncture between my thighs as he gulped loudly. I felt utterly exposed but not in a bad way. He seemed overcome by the moment but quickly recovered.

  Lowering his stomach to the mattress, Geron pushed my knees up toward my chest. He pressed his nose along my slit, gently biting at my clit through the material of my black lace thong. I cried out his name as he rumbled his approval, the gruff timbre of his voice vibrating against my already sensitive mound. Heat pooled between my thighs as I instinctively drew my knees together.

  “Ah, not yet, darlin’. You’ll have your chance to wrap those legs around me soon enough.”

  My hips rose upward toward his mouth as he parted those full lips and snagged the edge of the material with his teeth. Turning his head sharply to one side, the material ripped apart and completely exposed my bare pussy.

  Swiping his tongue across my wet slit, he sucked on my little nub, drawing my clit into his mouth. He took his time, wiggling and flicking his tongue, alternating between sucking and nipping with his teeth, all the while drawing out my pleasure. Moaning, I was lost in the sensations, writhing beneath him as his hands held my hips in place.

  “Geron, I’m close.”

  His mouth remained focused on that spot until I came with his name on my lips, my fingers buried in his hair as I rose up, riding the wave of aftershocks as they pulsed through my core. A smile danced on the corners of his lips still pressed against my clit before he lowered his tongue to lick up all traces of my orgasm. Fuck! The action was so damn erotic that I said his name again, watching as he climbed over my body.

  His mouth pressed to mine as I tasted myself on his tongue. He licked and prodded, coaxing my desire to open to him in every way. I would deny him nothing this night. All that I had, all that I was, he could claim. I held nothing from him. Throwing caution to the wind was out of character for me but I needed to control something in my life. Tonight was about finding myself. I’d been lost for far too long. Five years to be exact.

  After a moment, he leaned gently back, our eyes meeting in unspoken question. He wanted to know if I was ready and truth be told – I’d always be ready for this man.

  I moaned as his lips hovered above mine. “Take me, Geron,” I pleaded, needing to feel the hard length of him inside me, “please.”

  His forehead touched mine briefly, his finger brushing a caress across my cheek. “Veronica.”

  “Yes, do it.”

  He reached for a condom the same moment he slid the material of his boxer briefs down over his hips and muscular thighs. Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled the condom on his rigid length. His cock was hard, the wide girth exactly as I’d hoped. I nearly gushed as the anticipation grew between us.

  Geron’s chest lowered back over mine as he kissed me, the tip of his dick teasing my slick entrance. His voice was a low rasp as his dirty words whispered in my ear.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, darlin’.”

  He was already thrusting inside me before the last of the words left his lips. A groan escaped as Geron began to move with slow deep strokes. His hands pushed my knees higher as he slid even deeper, both of us crying out in mutual pleasure. Gliding in an out, he took control of the pace and rhythm, driving me closer to another orgasm.

  Our breathing labored, gasps and hisses joined the slapping flesh of our bodies and added to the friction as he picked up tempo. Geron clenched out hands together as he pushed me back into the mattress, slamming his hips into mine. He was fucking me relentlessly. His gaze held mine as he thrust deeply, branding my mind with the memory of his touch. I was close again, my core clenching as the pleasure built higher and higher. All I needed was –

  His fingers reached down between us until they met my clit and pinched slightly, spilling me over the edge as I cried out, gripping his arm as I came. My hips rose off the mattress to meet him in a wild wanton display that left me dizzy. With a roar, he yelled out my name, coming hard with deep thrusts as his body released inside me.

  “Damn, V,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on my lips, “you’re perfection.”

  3

  Veronica

  My cell phone rang for the third time as I flung the curtain of the shower back and grabbed the cell, swiping
across with wet fingers. It took a couple of tries before Jen’s voice could be heard above the running water.

  “Well?”

  Not even a hello.

  “Hi, to you too.”

  She made a noise of impatience. “Tell me. Now.”

  I didn’t have to ask what she wanted to know. “Geron was an excellent lover.”

  “Oh, I’m so jealous,” she sighed dramatically. “What time did you get home? Did he drop you off?”

  “Have you forgotten who my father is? Of course not,” I added before she could reply. “He’d never let me leave the house.”

  “I suppose you’re right.”

  A pause settled between us.

  “Are you going to see him again?”

  “I doubt it,” I answered, sighing softly.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I left when he was still asleep.”

  She whistled low. “Why did you do that? Don’t you like him?”

  “I do,” I admitted.

  “You’re killing me here.” Jen was far too dramatic.

  “He reminds me of David,” I finally admitted. Tears burned the back of my throat with my confession.

  Silence.

  “Shit,” she cursed. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, but it brought up all the old feelings, ya know?”

  “You’re sad,” she observed, “That’s understandable. He was your first love. It’s only been 5 years since he died.”

  “My heart can’t seem to reconcile that knowledge with my brain.”

  “Aw, honey,” she soothed, “I’m sorry. I thought he would be the one to make you forget.”

  “Me too.” If anyone had a chance of helping me move on from the ghost of David Pierce, it was Geron. “He’s so attentive and sweet.” Another sigh slipped through my lips. “I don’t think I’ll see him again.”

  “You didn’t exchange numbers or anything?”

  “No, babe. The hot sex was pretty much it before he held me in his arms and fell asleep.”

  “Well, now I’m really jealous. I’m sick of the same jocks and college guys and mindless sex.”

  Sure. I heard this nearly every week.

  “Okay, Jen.”

  “Shut up, V,” she laughed. “I mean it this time.”

  Snickering, I didn’t say a word.

  “Are you coming tonight?” She changed the subject quickly and I knew it was one of the reasons she called.

  “Your Halloween party?”

  “Yeah, Jay promised to come.”

  “Since when does my brother care about a Halloween party?”

  “Maybe since I told him I’d dress up like a French maid,” she replied innocently.

  “No shit?” I asked, bursting out with a loud laugh. “He’s had it bad for you since we were ten.”

  “I know. He’s such a sweetheart. Maybe I could rock his world just once.”

  Oh my God. “Please don’t say that again.” The image was one I didn’t want in my head.

  “Don’t worry, V. You know I love Jay.” The catch in her voice was a little too obvious. I knew the two of them went out a few times but for some reason they didn’t quite work out.

  “Well, looks like I’m coming. I can’t ditch you and Jay.”

  “You do have a great costume.”

  She was right about that. “We’ll be there about eight.”

  “Alright, sweets. See ya soon!”

  The call ended as I wrapped a large towel around my middle and swiped my hand across the foggy mirror. Dark strands of my wet hair hung down my back as I stared back at my reflection. The conversation with Jen repeated in my head as I thought of Geron. The sex had been erotic and perfect, but it was the way he held me, the gentleness in his touch, and the passion he exuded that made me think of David. It didn’t make sense. They were two completely different men and yet my heart could feel the sincerity and affection as if they were one and the same.

  An hour later I headed downstairs, passing by the security guards dressed all in black, the wires in their ears proof of their constant vigilance. Vinny was usually the lead guard on my floor, so I wasn’t surprised to find him hovering around my door the second I exited my room.

  “Where were you last night?”

  Quirking a brow, I glanced his way with irritation. “Out.”

  “With whom?”

  “Last I checked, I didn’t answer to you.”

  He grabbed my upper arm and spun me around, his grip tightening slightly. “I know you think this little game is fun, but your father chewed out half my men this morning and threatened to fire them. He’s in a foul mood. Next time you decide to play loose and fast with the livelihoods of the entire security team at least give me a heads up.”

  I yanked my arm from his grasp and took a step back. “I’m sorry that happened. Your team didn’t deserve that, but I won’t live like a prisoner in my own home.”

  He snorted as if my words amused him. “You don’t have any freedom, princess. None of us do. Better fall in line before he does something you’ll regret.”

  Vinny stepped away as I darted down the hall, descending the stars two at a time in frustration. At the bottom were two more guards who gave me dirty looks as my father’s voice bellowed from his study.

  “Where the hell is my daughter!?”

  Shit.

  “Here, papa,” I announced, plastering a fake smile on my face as I stood in front of him, “good morning.”

  He made a flustered sound and waved his hand, dismissing security from the room. As soon as the doors were shut, he rose from his leather office chair and walked around the mahogany desk. Lovingly oiled, it was one of his favorite pieces of furniture. Directly in front of me, a frown lingered on his face.

  My father was a large and hulking man with several scars running down the left side of his face. He’d had a long and difficult life when he decided to settle in America, leaving his homeland of Italy for more opportunity. He met and married my mother after a short courtship and my brother was born ten months later. I came along after another two years.

  Most of my memories from childhood revolved around my meek and timid mother. She died ten years ago, and I blamed my father for years of her unhappiness. I couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t arguing. Jay used to come in my room and sleep on the edge of the bed until morning. I didn’t know for many years he was afraid of my father’s wrath or retribution upon us. To this day he was still my champion.

  “Why did you ditch security?”

  Papa’s voice was calm, but a tick pulsed in his jaw as I lowered my head, quick to appease his anger.

  “I went with Jen to a Halloween party.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest as I felt the heat of his gaze. “You will stay with the security I assign to you. I won’t have you kidnapped and used as a bargaining chip. Understood?”

  My father had built his wealth upon the backs of other men. His business dealings were kept secret and I wasn’t sure if he made exchanges and promises that were illegal or not. Jay never mentioned the details, but I knew it was controversial. My father coveted every dime. I wasn’t naïve enough to think Jay or I mattered. He only wanted to avoid paying for our release. Honestly, if the time ever came, I think he’d let me die without much regret.

  Lifting my chin, our eyes met. The coldness and detachment proved he cared nothing for me. To him, I was another thing he owned. All my father understood, all he appreciated were possessions. “I understand, sir.”

  His hand landed across the back of my cheek and I stumbled, surprised but not shocked. It wasn’t the first time.

  “Don’t sass me, daughter.”

  I nodded, turning to the door in an attempt to escape further harm.

  “Vinny will accompany you tonight. Don’t risk my wrath again.”

  Frustrated, I turned back, my hand on the handle of the door in case I needed to flee. “May I go with only Jay? He’s taking me to another party.”

 
; Seated at his massive desk, I’d already been dismissed. “Fine. Security will remain in the vicinity but will leave you to the party. Don’t make me regret that choice.”

  “Thank you,” I blurted, running from the room and straight into Vinny’s chest.

  He caught me, glancing at the red mark on the side of my face. “I’m sorry, Veronica.”

  I wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for and didn’t care. His expression was a combination of anger and disgust. Maybe after all these years he finally understood the man who employed him was a monster.

  The next few hours dragged on as I stayed in my room to avoid any interaction with my father or security. Dressed by 7 pm, I paced until Jay’s jeep pulled into the circular drive. He never had a chance to come inside. I ran down the stairs to meet him.

  One look at my face and he practically dragged me to the car, leaving as quickly as possible.

  “Tell me you’re alright, V.”

  His voice ended in a low growl and I could tell he was agitated.

  “I’m fine.”

  “I’m tired of hearing you say that. When are you going to let me take you away?”

  “What happens to you when I disappear?”

  “We’ve been over this. He’ll be pissed but I can deal with it.”

  “Right,” I replied with sarcasm, “and when I bury you in a coffin a piece of me will die too.” I choked on the words and had to clear my throat twice. “I won’t be the reason he hurts you.”

  “I get hurt anyway, V. Do you think I like to see my little sister shoved around by that asshole?”

  There wasn’t any love lost between my father and brother. A mutual hatred existed between them since the day he refused to follow in Arturo Valente’s footsteps.

  “No, Jay. Can we just forget it? I want to enjoy the party.”

  He sighed, squeezing my hand once before silence fell between us.

  A reckless sense of rebellion grew within me the moment I stepped into Jen’s house. I greeted her briefly and left Jay as he ogled over every curve she had displayed. Trust me, not much was hidden. The blonde bombshell was just what he needed for distraction and ensured I’d have a chance to let loose without him hanging over my shoulder.