My Savage

by Ellie Jean

  Beer spurts out of her mouth and we both laugh.

  “Oh no, I know you’re a man. A very large man.” A hand covers her mouth and her eyes are wide in shock at her own words.

  Squinting my eyes together in curiosity, I smirk. “Hmm, how would you know?”

  Her cheeks redden and she tries to get up. “I mean, thick. Arghhh…” Her body shakes. “Damn, no, I mean big and long.” Slapping her hand over her face, I can’t stop laughing. “I’m not talking about down there.”

  “You’re doing so well with your description, can you tell me more?” Her body’s shaking ‘cause she’s laughing with me now.

  “Heck. You know you’re God’s gift to women. No woman would pass looking at you, staring at how dangerously handsome you are.”

  Raising my eyebrows, I grin. “Maybe?”

  Phoebe shoulder punches me and she scoffs. “Stop looking for compliments.”

  “Coming from you, baby, I’ll take all I can get.” I knew she noticed me and her body reacted to my touch. I only have to put a finger on her and her body responds with the tightening of her legs, her breathing increasing and pinkness to her cheeks but it’s good to hear her say it for us both to hear. Small steps but ones that are necessary for her to trust me.

  “Come on. Let’s get to bed. It’s been a huge day and tomorrow I’m going to find where your brother is.”

  Holding her hand, she walks with me. “You can sleep in my room and I’ll take the guest bedroom.”

  “Your apartment is stunning, Ocean. Did you decorate it?” Entering my room, her hand grips me tighter with nerves.

  “If you mean by choosing the black and orange decor, then yes, but there’s not much here. I like minimalism.”

  “Me too.”

  “There’s a bathroom there. I’ll be down the hall if you need me.”

  Scanning the room, she walks to the window. “We’re so high up, all of the lights below are beautiful.”

  “Beautiful isn’t the word I’d use. I’d say mesmerizing, magnetizing, and enthralling.” Looking at Phoebe, my breath hitches. Innocent, damaged, and enchanting. Standing behind her, I then study the lights with her.

  “Will you stay with me in here?”

  I don’t have to be asked twice. “Anything you want.”

  What am I doing?

  I’d invited Ocean to sleep in the same bed as me.

  I haven’t slept in the same bed as anyone.

  Never.

  Even when I was young, Dad wouldn’t let me sleep next to Mama. If I was sick, having a bad dream or needed comfort, the most I got was a gentle stroke to the head for about five minutes.

  What am I supposed to do? Lie on my side? Face away from him? Would I dare get close to him? Will he expect anything from me? Do I want him to try anything?

  My bravery from the other night wasn’t with me tonight. I felt raw and emotional listening to the ladies.

  I want what they have.

  But how?

  “I’ll let you get comfortable and I’ll be back in a minute. Okay?”

  Nodding my head, he must be able to feel my uncertainty. But I’m positive his words were aimed at me moments ago.

  He thinks I’m enthralling.

  My pussy squeezes thinking about his voice and his words, a small tinge of sweat lines my forehead. Damn, I could be in trouble.

  Ocean’s bedroom is huge. I’m ninety-nine percent sure my entire apartment could fit in this room alone. Black and small orange splashes adorn the furnishings, and the empty walls are a stark white. The enormous bed I’d so brazenly invited him to stay in with me is sleek and modern.

  “Snap. What was I thinking?”

  After a very quick shower, brushing my teeth, and surveying how immaculate his black and orange bathroom, with silver fittings and bedroom are for a single man, I hop into bed covered in a T-shirt of his. His delicious and unmistakable smell lingers on it.

  Running through my head is the conversation of today with my new friends, not the fact that my brother nearly killed me again or that Ocean would be lying next to me in a few minutes. Sitting listening to Lace, Emerald, and Crystal, so much love flowed between them and their men. Each going through their stories about rescuing and assisting one another at times, taking deadly matters into their own hands at the risk of losing everything. I sat on the couch with my mouth wide and open for the majority of the afternoon. It was like listening to CSI stories except they had lived it. And stood by their men during it.

  There’s an ache deep in my chest as sadness washes over me.

  They’d found their Mr. Right.

  Could Ocean be mine?

  Pulling up the sheet, I close my eyes. Breathing in deep to steady my wayward thinking. There’s no point going back to that part of my life now.

  Startled, my lids re-open, a comment pops into my head. “Our men don’t bring friends here.”

  What did Lace mean? And the way Melody explained Ocean disappearing from my life, my chest aches thinking of how many hours I spent thinking he had moved on because he was tired of my babyish behavior and disgusting family.

  A smooth voice interrupts my inner monologue. “Baby, you look comfy in there.” Strolling in, self-assured, sensual, and intense, my pussy jumps to life again and the deepest part of me clenches in the most mouth-watering fashion with the rasp of his sexy voice.

  “How could I not be, king-size bed, fluffy quilt, and four pillows?” A flush heats my cheeks, being under scrutiny of his heated gaze.

  “What can I say, when I sleep, I want luxury.” Lifting his shirt off, his tattoos intrigue my mind and arouse my wanton body.

  My mouth waters and my eyes stay on his decorated skin.

  “I like having you in my bed,” Ocean whispers, his eyes stuck on me.

  Pooling in my belly is an unbridled hunger and passion.

  Trying to compose myself, which is absolutely futile, I splutter out a question. “Do your t-tattoos have a meaning?”

  Undoing his belt, I’m treated to his tanned skin. I can’t tear my eyes away and blinking is definitely out of the question.

  How have I gone from not talking to men, stuttering and blubbering my way through years of lonely agony yet around Ocean, I am now able to talk and I openly gape at him?

  A spark, lit by Ocean, has finally awakened me.

  “Phoebe, I love you looking at my body.” Calmly, Ocean walks to the bed. A gravitational pull keeps my pupils on him. I lick my lips, looking at this pure male so close to me.

  “I like how my name sounds when you say my real name.”

  Ocean’s eyes switch to a lighter brown and I know he appreciates me talking honestly to him.

  Sliding into bed, under the covers, heat immediately pumps through me. My legs are stiff and I gasp uneven breaths.

  “My tattoos are designs I like and most I designed myself.”

  Holding my fingers back, the urge to run them over his skin is terrifying.

  I want to explore him so badly.

  Ocean takes both of my hands from under the quilt and holds them close to his lips, kissing them gently. Flames scorch the tips, but an inferno builds as he places them both on his naked torso.

  I’m trembling.

  With his hands on top of mine, steadying me, he guides them over his hard planes, tracing the patterns on his skin.

  The air is thick.

  My lungs burn but it’s thrilling.

  “Let your breath out, baby.”

  Euphoria filters through my veins, my fingers alive dancing over his upper arms and across his chest. My heart races, my pulse thumps in my ears.

  “I’m going to steal a kiss now, Phoebe.” There’s a look of pure pleasure on his face.

  Ocean could have said he was going to throw me in a bath filled with ice cold water and I wouldn’t have cared. Touching his body blew my mind.

  Leaning forward, his face comes toward mine and I follow his actions, leaving my hands planted on his pecs.

 
Slow and steady, I taste beer. My eyes close and I move with him. His unshaven face above mine, my head nestled in between the huge pillows surrounding us. My hands come to life and roam the tops of his shoulders, down the back of them and across his strong back. Goose bumps break out.

  Unsure of what the hell I am doing, instinct takes hold.

  Driving me forward toward uncharted territory.

  The curse that has been following me for twenty-six years is being broken by this magical man.

  Pulling my lip, sucking it hard and long, my body pulls closer to Ocean’s. Our strings tightening again, drawing me into his strength. My hands have a mind of their own and search every spot on his body, above the waist, scared I may miss a millimeter. The smell of smoke and lemon centers me. It’s becoming more familiar and comforting. Logic and fear leave my mind.

  A murmur leaves my mouth. “Ocean, touch me.”

  Pulling back, his eyes darken and there’s a questioning look. “Are you sure?”

  Feathery and light, his fingers run up the side of my neck and still at my jaw.

  High on his touch and kiss, I nod.

  I don’t have to ask again.

  A touch resonates through the T-shirt across my hips and up over my midriff.

  “Can you really touch me? Skin on skin?”

  Not waiting for a second question, I pull back the sheet and start to lift the T-shirt.

  “That’s my job, baby. I see you found my old Gunner’s shirt.” He lifts the material and smiles, observing my bare breasts. “It looks way better on you than me.”

  Trailing light kisses on my lips, chin, and neck, I stay still, unable to move. Wildfire pounces in my stomach. Chaos consumes me. Ocean swirls his fingers across my skin lighting me up, moving to my hardened nipples, circling them with care, massaging them between his fingertips.

  I moan unexpectedly, unable to control myself, eyes wide like saucers taking it all in.

  The dim light from the lamp in the corner reveals Ocean studying my stomach and boobs as he draws over them, at times blowing a cool breeze across me, making me quake. His eyebrows knit together, and he shakes his head.

  “You don’t like what you see, do you?” My ribs collapse, my back sinks into the bed, trying to hide myself. I knew I wouldn’t be enough for this man who has seen and been with all types no doubt. Reaching for the sheet, my arms are blocked.

  “Phoebe.” Smooth and sincere, I could listen to him say my name all day. Hating my name for so long because of my family, this is new. “I’m trying to understand what I am seeing.”

  Using his index finger, he traces it from my ear down over my jaw, stopping there. “Your face hides so much pain, but I see you clearly.” He continues down my neck onto my sternum. A shudder runs up my spine. “Your neck is slim and silky and has voiced so many cries and screams but no more.” Tracing the tip over my right breast, circling it and doing the same languidly on the left, my pussy throbs and my boobs ache. “So tender and succulent. Exquisite and perfect. And right beneath them a heart that has been damaged and cruelly hurt, in need of mending and fierce love.”

  Thudding, my heart is ready to explode. My body alive and alert.

  Roaming his finger downward over my stomach and hips, his delicate touch which I’m unsure how he’s doing it so lightly being the strong, well-built, lethal and vicious man he’s portrayed himself as, goes over my panties and runs his touch up and down my inner thigh. “Your sexy legs have run miles and held you up in hard times but now there will be no more running and you have others around you to give you strength when you need it. You’re not alone anymore, Phoebe.”

  My pussy is drenched and my eyes roll back in my head.

  A groan escapes and I can’t stop the next one when he elongates my nipple, tugging gently, exposing me to more of his expert touch.

  I’m overwhelmed.

  His words reaching deep inside my soul.

  He knows me better than anyone. Perhaps even myself.

  “I’m going to make you feel alive, baby, and show you how you deserve to be worshipped.”

  Oh, okay, that sounds like something I need in my life.

  I don’t stop Ocean.

  Pressing the palms of my hands into the bed, his finger slips under my panties and moves them to the side. My teeth clench but my body’s relaxed.

  “Umm…” Soft and slow, a burn radiates from my pussy. My eyes close, taking in the new sensation, my mouth relaxes and I lick my lips. Sounds of wetness filters through my ears and groans of pleasure awaken my drifting eyes.

  I’m seeing clearly for the first time in my life how it is to be treated with care and respect.

  Lifting my head, Ocean’s face is fully against my pussy, his head bobbing up and down, stroking my jewel with his tongue, sending cascades of electricity through me. He’s gentle and controlled, my hands find his head and my fingers stroke through his hair. I’m so turned on right now, I want to experience what he is willing to give me.

  “Ocean, you feel phenomenal. My breath’s being taken away with each stroke.” Grunting below, acknowledging my statement, his hand creeps up my hips and massages my breast. My back arches under Ocean’s deliciousness and his strokes get faster, swirling his tongue around and hitting a spot that spears pleasure directly to each nerve ending. Moaning, my grip tightens on his hair, the pressure below becoming intense.

  “So good, Phoebe. Intoxicating and sweet.” His cheeks are crimson, mine are no doubt fire-engine red. Resuming his place, lapping at my juices, the slow heat claiming my body is magnifying into top gear. My legs stiffen, my fingers curled in jet black hair holding on for dear life.

  Ocean thrusts his tongue inside me and that’s all I can stand. I scream, but it’s of utter pleasure and elation. Lifting my torso off the bed, the power overtakes my body and a tug on my nipple releases another wave of ecstasy sending me shooting to galaxies of stars beyond planet Earth.

  I fall apart.

  Shatter into millions of pieces.

  Laying quickly beside me, his lips surround mine, absorbing my cries of ecstasy.

  I taste myself on him, but his arms hold me steady.

  “My vibrator has never sent me there.”

  Snap…

  I’m an idiot, what a thing to say after having your first real orgasm.

  “Well, I should hope not.” Coming back down slightly, my eyes look at the man who has been the first to taste me down there, his lips covered in my juices. “I’d be offended if I couldn’t do better than a battery-operated dildo.”

  “A battery-operated dildo is all I have to compare my orgasm to.” It’s the truth, however ugly and embarrassing it is.

  I watch his tongue run around his lips, tasting me still on them. A fire burns behind his eyes, his caressing touch alongside my cheeks ensures I am looking at him.

  “Baby.” Low and even, his voice sedates me. “You can toss it out because from now on, only the real deal for you. I want you to come alive under my touch. I want to be the one to show you how fucking amazing you are and can feel.” Sincerity pours out of him. “You are a special gift, Phoebe.”

  Sprawled out nearly naked, hazy and riding the galaxy of stars back to Earth, his words spear my heart more than the orgasm. How can this man be overriding my emotions and body? If I walked past him on the street, I would cower and hide under my coat, looking at the ground to be insignificant, ‘cause that’s what I am.

  But I believe Ocean.

  My body believes him.

  My heart does too.

  Uncertainty has a way of creeping back in ‘cause there’s no way this man could want me.

  “No, I’m not.” Tilting my head, I study Ocean.

  “I’m very good at arguing and always win, just ask the guys. But in this case, I already have. It’s the truth.”

  “Ocean, I’m a woman who has used a toy to get off for years, I don’t go out, I want to fly under the radar, I’m insignificant, have no friends and…”

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�Hold it right there. What do you call me and the girls? Are we chopped liver?” Calmly, he rubs my face with his finger. He knows how to pull me back into him when I’m spiraling out of control. “Baby, look around you. It may be new, but the girls are now your friends and you’re not going to be having any fucking alone time I can guarantee, if I know them. You can’t talk me out of what I know, and I know that you’re one very large significant part in my life, already.”

  “You can’t say that.”

  “I just did.” Leaning up on his elbow, staying focused on my face only, he sasses me.

  “You’re an important, imposing, scary beast of a man who can have anyone. I will be out of your hair as soon as my brother gets what’s coming his way.”

  A smirk fills his face. “Scary?”

  “Ummm? Have you looked in the mirror lately? Six foot two I’d say, muscles on muscles, tattoos covering much of you, dark inquiring eyes which search the souls of people, large hands which have probably snapped a few bones.” Raising my eyebrows, I try to keep it serious, but from the minute he nearly ran me over, I haven’t been scared of him.

  “I’d never hurt you, Phoebe.”

  “I know that.”

  “Can we explore this more because you want to, not because I am keeping you here until your maniac brother is found? I’ve not wanted more with anyone.”

  My mouth opens in an O shape and my heart shudders, prickles running rampant.

  “You’ll get bored with me.”

  “I’m sure I can make it interesting.”

  “I bet you can with your skillset. However, I only know about flowers which doesn’t tie in very well with the underworld.”

  “Baby, you don’t have to worry about anything, except us being together and it feeling right. The rest we can figure out.”

  Chewing my lip, I don’t know how to touch him like his other women would have. “I can’t even make you feel good though. I have no idea what to do or how.” His warm hand lays on my hipbone, his legs against my toes, keeping my legs from fidgeting further and more self-doubt taking hold.