by C. M. Steele
The feel of his fingers gripping my thighs, holding them apart and leaving imprints to mark me as his plays through my head. “What else will he do to me?” I moan all alone in the room as I get dressed, pressing the palm of my hand against my sex, attempting to alleviate some of this feeling, but it only amplifies my need for him.
I don’t know how to get off on my own. Is it my subconscious or something? My head is never in the game although it’s been close when I think about Dean. It’s probably because I’m never sure that I’m alone. This isn’t my house and at home at least one of my parents always seemed to be around. Dean let me use his body and it worked. I came so hard on him that I didn’t want to walk away, but I could tell he was disappointed in himself for giving in. I should be ashamed that I didn’t just leave him alone, but I’m not. It’s a year of unsatisfied masturbation attempts.
My body’s begging for Dean to the point of insanity. Right now he’s not home. I’m not sure where he’s off to, but if Becks is correct, it’s to avoid temptation and keep himself busy.
I don’t know if he’s going to wait or if he’s gonna maul me. Fuck, I’m hoping for the latter. I meet Becks in the hall, and we hop in her new car she got for her birthday. It’s pretty sweet just like Becks. She’s the youngest and the most reserved. I see her reading most days, keeping to herself. She can be a lot of fun when she’s out with us.
“Girl, you look incredible. It’s almost as if you aren’t just going to a movie tonight,” she barely gets the last word out before giggling.
“Shut up. Let’s go before we miss the movie.”
Every minute that ticks closer to midnight makes my heart pound. I’m out with Becks, seeing a movie, a romantic one of course and all I can picture is Dean and I as the main couple. There’s a semi-nude scene and my thoughts go right back to Dean’s room. I’m so hot and bothered in the chair that I don’t even realize that Benji and James are sitting in front of us.
“Of course,” Becks mutters, pointing to those overprotective assholes. I love them both. The Evans clan is one hell of a family. I’m grateful to just be a part of it now.
After the movie, we head out to get a bite to eat. We include the guys because they’re gonna follow anyway.
“Why didn’t you just take us to the movies?”
“Because Dean sent us. The guy’s a little paranoid tonight. I can’t imagine why,” James says with a smirk on his devilishly handsome face. They all know what’s going to happen the second Dean gets a hold of me. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m only horny as hell.
After the food, Benji takes Becks’ car and drives us back to the house. It’s almost midnight and I don’t see Dean’s car outside, so I sigh and explain that I’m tired. “Happy Birthday, girlie,” Becks cheers. Then strangely they walk back out the front door.
I don’t see anyone else in the house which makes my heart flutter instead of fearful. I take a deep breath and step into Dean’s room. The lights are off, but there’s a candled path leading to the bed where Dean is sitting, staring straight at me.
“Dean,” I whisper, seeing him in just a plain white button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows with a pair of black slacks.
“59…58…57…” He counts down. I stare at my man, knowing that’s how long I have until I’m eighteen and he pounces on me. My body heats up, desire building with every single number he says. “It’s the time to say you don’t want this. Tick, tock, Greta.” I slip off my sandals, moving closer to the bed. “Fifteen…fourteen…”
My body quakes with need as his voice deepens. I lick my lips, growing ever impatient. "One. Greta, your time's up. I've given you enough time to decide what you wanted. Now, you're going to be a very good girl and take what I give you.”
Chapter Seven
Dean Jr.
"I've been a very good girl, Dean,” she whispers.
“Happy birthday, baby,” I growl, sliding my arms around her waist and lifting her onto my lap.
“Do I get to unwrap my present?” she asks, tugging at my shirt, pulling it from my pants. I groan when her hands touch my bare stomach.
“I think I’m the one who gets the present.” I cup her face and brush my lips against hers. I’ve waited so long my dick throbs in anticipation even though I beat off twice today. My tongue twists around hers, tasting her strawberry ice cream she had at the shop. I might have been watching and waiting until they sat down because I had plans to finish. I pull back and growl, “You taste sweet, and it makes me only starving for you. Remember what I told you?”
“You’re going to eat my…”
“Pussy,” I growl against her throat. My sweet girl is nervous. I’d be that way as well, but I’m so damn hard up, nerves are out the window. My fingers slide along her thigh, reaching higher as I continue to steal kisses across her throat and jaw. “I want to devour you. That forbidden taste made me mad with hunger.” Finding her tiny panties, I grab the hem and skim them down her silky smooth legs. I bring it to my nose and breathe in my future wife. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Dean. Do whatever you want to me as long as you don’t stop.”
“Never.” I take her mouth once more before pulling back and tossing her onto the bed. Deftly I grip her calves and stretch her legs wide apart, dropping to my knees on the carpet. I bring her ass to the edge of the bed, lifting her dress over her flat stomach. I can’t just inhale my meal; I intend to savor it. I run my hands up and down her legs enjoying the way she shivers with expectation.
“I’ve waited so long for this. The only pussy I’ll ever know. All mine.” Greta gasps at my revelation, but I don’t say the words she wants to hear yet because I’m focused on her split. With a languid swipe of my tongue, I taste her seam. She squirms slightly with virgin apprehension, but I can’t take it easy. I push my way in, jabbing her pussy with the tip of my tongue, wishing it was my cock and not at the same time. She tastes so damn good; I might just be addicted. Licking harder and faster, I move from piercing her to laving my tongue along her nub.
She cries out, sliding her fingers through my hair and holding tight. I press my fingers into her soft flesh as I bring her pussy closer to my mouth, most assuredly leaving marks in her perfect skin. “Dean, oh my. Wow, oh my God.” I slip a digit into her and holy fuck she’s constricting against it. Pumping it in and out while sucking on her clit, I do my best to stretch her wide. I’m going to destroy her pussy with the size of my cock.
Scissoring a second finger into her, I bite on her inner thigh before going back to eating her out. Fuck, I can’t get enough and then as my patience falls apart, cock throbbing in my slacks, she comes. Her cries are music to my ears and my dick who can’t wait to be inside her.
I kiss my way up her body, grabbing her dress and lifting it over her head. She has on a cute white lace bra. “This is nice, but it has to go. I need those sexy tits in my face. She reaches around to unsnap the fucker, while I unbutton my shirt and toss it off as fast as humanly possible.
She giggles as I struggle to get naked. My dick is pressing firmly against my zipper and it takes a lot of effort to get it down. “God, you’re sexy as hell when you laugh.” Her tits bounce as she smiles at me.
“Get all the way on the bed. I want you open to me.”
“I can’t return the favor?” she asks, staring straight at my cock that’s already dripping cum from the tip.
“Come lick just the tip, baby.” She gets on her belly as I stand next to the bed and she swipes her tongue around the head. I growl, grip her cheeks and look down at her. “You like that?”
She nods, grinning up at me while her hand attempts to reach out for my cock. I swat it away. “Not yet. Maybe later you can suck the cum out of me, but I need to make you mine now.”
“I’ve always been yours.”
“That’s right, but now it’s time to make it official.” I flip her on her back and climb onto the bed. With my cock poised at her entrance, I slam into her depths. We freeze as she adjusts an
d I mentally think of anything but the tight sheath my dick is wrapped in. “I’m sorry, my sweet Greta. It will get better.”
“I’m good, Dean.” Her hands slide along my face. One moves my hair off my forehead and then she brings my head to hers. “I love you. Now please fuck me.”
I chuckle and then begin to move. Greta’s face changes from frustration to pleasure as I rock my hips slowly. Taking her lips in a deep kiss, I pin my body to hers and grind hard into her womb. When I pull back to breathe, I whisper, “I loved you from the first moment. Marry me.”
“Dean,” she pants.
“Say yes, Greta. Please say yes,” I plead, pumping into her.
“Yes. Yes,” Greta cries out. I stretch out and grab the little box under the pillow and pull the ring out, sliding it on her finger as I claim her pussy. She squeezes my cock and lets out the sexiest moan, her body shaking as she comes. I pump into her twice more before I shoot my load deep into her womb, making her mine.
Chapter Eight
Greta
My new family is super sneaky. First, they moved my things into the condo while Dean and I spent the night fucking like bunnies. Then, they came home with a birthday dinner for me along with a beautiful cake. It had to be the best birthday ever. I stare at my ring as Dean and I drive to our first date as a couple. It’s crazy because we’re already engaged, but the man has had my heart for so long it’s natural that I want to be with him forever.
“Are we moving too fast?” I ask aloud.
“I’m going the speed limit.” He cracks a half smile. “We’re not. If I could have married you last year I would have. Are you having second thoughts?”
“God, no. It’s just I haven’t told my parents about it or us for that matter.”
“Do you want me to call them?”
“No,” I shout.
“Why? Are you afraid they can convince you to leave me?”
“No. My mom will be happy for us, but I don’t know how my dad will be. Although, I think it worries me that they won’t even care.”
“I’m sorry that you even have that thought in your pretty head.”
“Me too.” I shouldn’t bring the mood down. We’re finally a couple. “Forget it. I want tonight to be wonderful.”
“It will.” He brings our intertwined hands together and kisses the back of mine. “I love you so much, Greta. Whatever happens I want you to always know that. You can be assured as hell that you’re the love of my life and the most important thing in my life, and I’ll always take care of you.”
“Don’t make me climb over onto your lap, mister.”
“Don’t make me pull over or we will be late.”
“Fine. Drive.” I reach out and brush my fingers through his hair as he drives into the city. Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant he picked out. It’s a nice Italian spot, so I get to see my man in a suit. I love it. He’s so fucking sexy that my pussy throbs.
“We’re here, baby.” He pulls up to the valet and they assist me out. Dean brought his cane even though he didn’t want to, but he has no idea how hot he looks. My mind goes to regency England. Some Darcy or Wentworth look going on. He hands the valet the keys and then we walk inside. It’s busy, but we have prime seats.
“How long have you had this planned?”
“Since the day of your graduation.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, Greta.” He presses his hand on the small of my back as he leads me to our table. We thank the hostess and then we’re quickly met by our server.
“It’s a pleasure to have you with us tonight. Can I start you off with a drink?”
“Just water for now. Thank you,” Dean says.
“Wonderful. I will give you some time. Please let me know should you need me sooner.” He steps away and we glance at our menus.
“You look perfect tonight, Greta.” He reaches over the table and takes my hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I can’t stop blushing.
“So, have you decided what you want?”
“This all looks great. I’m not that hungry, but I’ll have the cheese ravioli.”
“Sounds good to me.” So he calls over the waiter and we place our orders and then get a few minutes to ourselves.
“So let’s talk about school. You can drive yourself there on days when you have class, but how many classes are you scheduled for?”
“For the semester I’m taking thirteen, so that I can get a feel of college. It’s a huge change and I’m not sure how I’m going to handle it.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you’re not pushing it. It’s not easy for everyone. It might be. Emily always told us how brilliant you are, but you never mention it.”
“It’s hardly an accomplishment when I’m surrounded by completely successful people. Your whole family works hard while being independently wealthy.”
“It’s just the way our parents raised us. We work hard and earn our keep even if we have an inheritance. It builds character, but it doesn’t change that you’re amazing in your own right. You did it without the advantages of wealth on your side. So don’t ever feel like you’re not pretty damn wonderful because that would be a lie.”
“Thanks.” I take a drink of my water to hopefully give me the minute I need. The man makes me hot just by being sweet.
“So what are you going to do while I’m busy at school all day?”
“I don’t know. Physical therapy for sure. I don’t want to have to rely on a cane for the rest of my days. I’m only twenty-five.”
“You can do it. You’ve come so far in two short months. It’s almost as if nothing happened. Although that’s a day I’ll never forget.”
“Speaking of that day…I never knew who you were supposed to go to prom with,” he asks me as the waiter comes with our food.
I wait until he walks away before I answer Dean. “With Emily.”
I cut a piece, blow on my hot food and bring it to my mouth, avoiding the question in his eyes. He’s adorable when he’s jealous. “Yeah, I know that. But, that’s definitely not what I meant. Who is the asshole who almost met a terrible fate if he tried to kiss you at the end of the night?”
I let him off easy and say, “I never had a date for the prom. I couldn’t do that to you. It felt like I was cheating, and we weren’t even a couple. Hell, I didn’t even know you liked me.”
“Liked is an understatement, but you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about that.”
“You should have said something.”
“I should have,” he grumbles, taking a bite of his meat ravioli. I do my best to not laugh, but he looks so cute even though he feels silly. I’d feel the same way too.
We make small talk, laughing many times over and I feel like something terrible will happen. We’re having too much of a good time. It’s strange, but then a man I don’t know walks up to us.
“Hey, Evans. It’s so good seeing you.”
“Hello, Detective Ruskin.” A look comes over Dean’s face that concerns me.
“So I heard you’re coming back as one of Boston’s finest. I thought I saw you leaving the station the other day.”
“That’s up in the air at the moment.” As if he reads the tension, the guy excuses himself. I must have my upset written all over my face. The waiter approaches to see if we need anything.
“The check please,” I say. Then, as the waiter leaves, I grab my purse and turn to Dean. “I need to use the ladies room. I’ll be ready to leave the second I get out.”
I stand up and walk to the back without another word. My mind and heart are at war with each other, and I’m not sure how to deal with it. I’ve dealt with enough embarrassment in my life, so I want to hold onto my dignity until we’re alone. I gently wipe away the tears. Another woman enters and hands me a tissue. “It’s going to be okay. Talk it out. I thought he looked familiar. He’s the cop who was hurt on the job, isn’t he?”
“Yes. Dean is.” I remember r
eading it in the papers and online. The death of the mother and child had been a big story and people wanted the guy caught.
“Sorry. I don’t mean to be nosy. Men don’t always do or say the right things. You’re young and in love. It happens they are idiots, but he looked at you all night like you’re his world.”
“Thank you.” I check my reflection and step out. Dean’s eyes are trained on the bathroom, waiting for me to appear. There’s no relief in his eyes because I’m sure he can read the pain in mine. As I reach our table Dean tosses two hundred dollars down into the black receipt folder.
“Are you ready?” I ask him. He hands it to the man, and I turn on my heel.
“Greta, wait for me.” I walk quickly, but I don’t make a scene. Then, suddenly remembering that he can’t walk as steady, I slow down and wait until he reaches my side.
“We’ll talk when we get to your condo.” He groans but doesn’t respond other than to give the valet his ticket. This night has indeed been ruined. I’m afraid I’d been right. We were rushing it. I want to see what he has to say, but I’m not ready to deal with it.
The car comes and he helps me inside without a word.
We don’t speak the entire ride home because I bite my tongue every time I want to say something.
Chapter Nine
Dean Jr.
I’m going to kill him. It’s all my fault, but I haven’t decided yet because I haven’t told Greta about the offer or ask her what she wants. Now she’s fucking pissed off and I don’t blame her at all, but I’m not letting her ass runaway that quick because she’s scared. I saw that shit all night. She keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop. I should have discussed this with her, but I took the coward’s way out.
We get home, not just my condo like she called it, attempting to put that distance between us. I can’t let that happen. I set my suit jacket on the nearest chair along with my cane before sitting down. My leg’s killing me like a motherfucker today, but I let the pain radiate because it’s the least I deserve for making her cry.