Tall, Silent and Lethal

by R. L. Mathewson

  “They had to burn them off,” he said, forcing himself to look at her when all he wanted to do was to drive his fist through something at the idea of someone hurting her, no matter the reason.

  She stilled even as her beautiful grey eyes shifted to a glimmering red, her fangs dropped and her eyes narrowed on him. “That bastard set me on fire?”

  Shit, he thought, trying not to wince when he realized that she’d still been passed out when Kale made that revelation. “It was the only way to remove the mark,” he said, praying like hell that was true otherwise the woman leaning forward as she released one of the sexiest growls that he’d ever heard was going to rip his balls off.

  “Then why are we running?” she demanded, eyeing him suspiciously.

  “Because,” he said, sighing as he leaned forward so that he could brush his lips quickly over hers in a way of apology for not taking better care of her, before he sat back, “there are other ways of finding you.”

  She scrunched up her face adorably in thought as she thought it over before she slumped in defeat with a pout. “My identification and bank cards,” she said with a slight whine that he would find annoying in any other woman, but when she did it he couldn’t help but smile.

  “Yes,” he said, nodding in agreement as he reached over and entwined their hands together. “If they’re looking for you now, there’s a good chance that they’re watching your bank activities,” he explained, wondering if whoever was looking for her had tracked her to his house.

  “Do you think they know that we’re together?” she asked quietly, sounding worried.

  He shook his head as he leaned in for another kiss. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “And why doesn’t it matter?” she asked, sounding a little distracted as she wrapped her arms around him and followed him as he leaned back, nibbling on his bottom lip as though she couldn’t quite help herself.

  “Because,” he said, releasing her hands so that he could wrap his arms around her, “I’m not going anywhere.”

  He moved to deepen the kiss only to find Cloe pushing away from him and once again sitting back on his thighs, averting her gaze. “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Cloe,” he said firmly, in no mood to argue with this woman over something that should be painfully obvious by now.

  “You don’t know that, Christofer,” she said, looking up to meet his gaze. “Things happen, people change.”

  “That’s true, Cloe,” he agreed as he looked into her beautiful grey eyes that were so full of pain that his heart actually ached for her. “But, nothing’s going to change the way that I feel about you.”

  She shook her head. “You don’t know that, Christofer. It might not happen in a day or even a week, but at some point you’re going to get bored, or get sick of me and you’re going to move on,” she explained before adding with a shrug, “It happens.”

  He wasn’t going anywhere, ever, but in that moment he realized something very important. Words didn’t mean shit to Cloe. A lot of people probably made her promises, promises that they’d probably had every intention of keeping, but hadn’t. Cloe obviously learned that a person’s actions meant more than their words, so instead of arguing with her or making her promises that would only push her away, he was going to show her. He would show her how much he loved her, how much he cared about her and wanted her so that she would never have reason to doubt him again.

  He would show her just how much he loved her.

  “Then let’s just focus on today,” he said as he cupped her beautiful dirt smudged face in one hand, his thumb gently caressing her cheek.

  “Just today,” she said, sounding relieved as she allowed herself to lean into his touch. “And what exactly is the plan?”

  “That’s a damn good question,” he said, leaning in so that he could brush his lips against hers, paying special attention to the plump bottom lip that drove him crazy.

  “As much fun as it is to run around the woods wrapped in a dirty blanket, I think that we need to find some new clothes and a safe place to figure out a few things,” she suggested.

  “Well,” he said, pulling back so that he could gaze down at her pretty breasts that were just begging for his attention, “since I always manage to think better when I’m inside you……” He grinned, letting his words trail off as he pushed the blanket away from her.

  “How exactly do you always think better inside me when you’ve only been inside me once?” she asked, her eyes flashing red as her nipples hardened with renewed interest.

  “It’s hard to explain, but,” he said with a drawn out sigh as though what he was about to suggest pained him, “I’d be willing to show you.”

  “That’s very generous of you,” Cloe murmured as she reached for the hem of his shirt and yanked it up and over his head until it was flying in the air and landing somewhere behind her.

  “I do what I can,” he said, hooking his thumbs in the waist of her panties and with a flick of his wrists, tore them clean from her body to join his shirt.

  “And being inside me….?” she prompted, letting her words trail off as she reached down and flicked his pants button open.

  “Is important to the planning process,” he explained, cupping her bare hips as he leaned back against the rock and watched as the little tease took her time pulling his zipper down.

  She sighed heavily as she exposed the large bulge hidden behind his boxers. “Then I guess we should do a thorough job.”

  Chapter 46

  Now this, she thought as she pulled down his pants as he arched up to make it easier for her, was more like it. This was a temporary distraction and exactly what she needed right now.

  Well, that wasn’t entirely true since what she really needed was to find a way out of the woods and out of this horrible situation. For right now though, she’d settle for slowly pulling his pants down to expose the large erection that was going to give her a momentary reprieve from this nightmare. She’d deal with trying to get her life back later. Right now, she just wanted this, wanted to be with Christofer, lose herself in his touch and the pleasure that he gave her.

  Right now nothing else mattered but the two of them.

  “Are you planning on teasing me the entire time?” he asked, but he didn’t sound mad. He sounded intrigued and that turned her on a hell of a lot more than she thought it would.

  She’d never been one to play around in bed or to draw out pleasure since she usually used sex to forget the past, her life and pretend that her future didn’t matter. Sex had always been a fun way to work off some excess energy and get off. She’d never taken her time to be playful, not even with Aidan.

  He’d been great in bed, but he’d been focused on getting inside her and getting her off. Aidan had taken sex seriously and until last night, so had she. But now, she wanted to be playful, to take her time and to enjoy every second that led up to what she hoped would be another earth shattering orgasm and it was because of the man watching her every move through shimmering red eyes.

  “Yes,” she said, loving the power she had over him and she knew without question that she had him wrapped around her little finger.

  She couldn’t exactly call him whipped, and didn’t want to because that term didn’t fit Christofer. She hated guys that were whipped, because it was a huge turnoff to be with a guy missing his spine, but with Christofer……

  There was no question that he was letting her call the shots because he enjoyed it. He liked letting her take the lead, to tease and torment him, but only as long as she was doing it because she enjoyed it. She had no doubt that if she turned into a controlling bitch that was teasing him for shits and giggles that he would quickly turn the tables on her, bend her over, fuck her and be done with it.

  “Keep in mind that the next time,” he said, leaning forward as he dropped his hips back down so that he could kiss her hard, “I’ll be calling the shots.”

  “Is that a threat?” she asked,
smiling as he leaned back.

  He shook his head as he placed his hands on her bare thighs. “More like a challenge,” he promised, locking his gaze with hers as he slowly ran his hands over her thighs, his thumbs coming so close to the spot that craved his attention before slowly moving away.

  “I see,” she murmured, biting back a smile as she looked down at what she’d revealed. “Then I probably should make it worth it,” she said absently as she licked her lips.

  “Probably,” he whispered, his deep voice nearly a growl that had her shifting on his lap.

  As she stared down at the large cock straining to get to her, she couldn’t decide what she wanted more, to take it in her hand and caress it and the heavy sack below it, or to lean over and run her tongue around the head before she took it in her mouth. Other than releasing a very sexy growl, Christofer didn’t say anything as he allowed her to choose. After a minute of debating just how good it would feel in her hand or in her mouth she settled on a compromise.

  “Fucking hell!” he growled as she scooted back so that she could lean over him as she gripped the base with one hand, barely able to fit her hand around it, while the other held her up. She used the first stroke of his cock to bring the large tip to her waiting mouth.

  Wanting to see his reaction, she tilted her head to the side so that her eyes were locked on his as she brought the large head to her mouth and swiped the underside with her tongue. His jaw clenched tightly as every muscle in his body went rigid, his sexy red eyes locked on her as he watched her.

  “Do you like this?” she asked, running the very tip of her tongue over the tiny slit of his cock where his excitement was already beading.

  “Yes,” he gritted out between his teeth, forcing himself to stay still when they both knew that he could take over at any minute and probably make her enjoy it.

  The fact that he was still letting her call the shots turned her on even more. It also had her falling harder for him, which wasn’t something that she wanted. She already cared too much about him and when the day came that he finally had enough and walked away……

  God, she couldn’t even think about it, it hurt so much. This was quickly turning into the biggest mistake of her life, but at the moment she just couldn’t seem to make herself care.

  “Like this?” she asked, making a show of moving his cock forward so that her tongue was forced to rub against the underside of the tip, earning a full body shiver from him.

  He groaned loudly as she ran her tongue right back up and then let it slide right back down, hoping for another one of those sexy shivers. He didn’t disappoint.

  So she did it again.

  For several minutes she contented herself with just teasing the tip as her hand slowly stroked him, bringing him close to the edge, but not close enough. His entire body was strung tight, his jaw was still locked tightly, his breathing was a little unsteady and those sexy eyes of his remained focused on her. Loving his responses, she decided to be a little more adventurous.

  “Tell me what you want,” she commanded softly as she pulled back and lightly blew over the tip of his cock, earning a ragged moan that had her nipples tightening painfully and her ass shifting impatiently, desperate to have something fill her. She ran her tongue over his cock again, thinking of the perfect response for when he told her that he wanted her to suck his cock, but he took her by surprise.

  “I want to trace your breasts with my tongue, licking and suckling your nipples while I run my hands over your body,” he said, sounding pained as she swallowed back a groan of her own. Her eyes slid shut as she imagined just how good his hands would feel on her, especially now that her scars were gone.

  “I’d run my hands through your beautiful brown hair, running my fingers along your jaw, down your neck, between your breasts and over the slight slope of your stomach before I moved onto your hands, your fingers and then down your back,” he said, continuing without having to be asked.

  “And then?” she asked, licking her lips as she continued to imagine the feel of his hands learning her body.

  “I’d wrap my arms around you while I kissed you,” he said, just as she registered the feel of his fingers gently threading through her hair.

  “And then?” she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

  “Then I’d lay you down on your stomach and kiss every inch of your back while my hands caressed your sides, down to your legs and then finally I’d run my hands over your ass,” he continued, earning a surprised laugh from her that gave her the willpower to open her eyes and join him in this little game.

  “And what would you do then?” she asked, cocking her brow in challenge as she leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in her mouth.

  A surprised groan escaped him as his cock jerked in her mouth and for a moment she thought that was the end of the game, but he proved her wrong.

  “I’d kiss my way down to your bottom, kissing and worshipping each cheek as I cupped your thighs and pushed them apart.

  “Would you fuck me?” she demanded as she let the tip of his cock leave her mouth with a wet pop.

  “Not yet,” he said, abandoning her hair to caress her cheek.

  “Then what would you do?” she asked, watching him as she took his cock back in her mouth, this time taking more than just the tip.

  “I’d tease your pussy with the tips of my fingers until you were soaking wet for me,” he said tightly, groaning when her hand and mouth met around his cock.

  Before she could remove her mouth to ask, he continued, probably out of desperation to keep her mouth wrapped firmly around his cock. Whatever the reason, she was glad that he did.

  “When you were wet enough for me, mein Schatz, I’d roll you onto your back and tease your wet pussy a little more.”

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned around his cock as her sex clenched almost painfully, demanding some attention.

  “While I teased your pussy I would trace your nipple with the tip of my cock until even that wasn’t enough,” he whispered reverently as she felt her hand slide down her stomach and between her legs to find herself soaking wet. She needed his tongue, fingers, and cock inside her, but she didn’t want him to stop.

  Would die if he stopped talking.

  “Soon I’d need that talented mouth of yours sucking my cock while I spread your pussy so that I could see just how wet you were for me. I’d trace my finger through your slit,” he said just as she ran the tip of her finger through her wet slit, imagining that it was his. “Then I’d find your pretty little clit and run my finger around it once…..twice……three times before I shifted my attention to your pouty little pussy.”

  When her fingers met her clit, she didn’t tease, but began gently rubbing it, barely aware that her hips were moving along with every trace of her clit. She sucked harder on his cock as her grip tightened, the images that his words created driving her on. This was so damn good. She could only imagine how good he was at phone sex, or better yet, sexting, something that she was going to try with him, and soon.

  Really soon.

  “I’d trace your entrance with my finger while you sucked my cock, just like that, mein Schatz,” he groaned. “While you sucked my cock, getting it nice and wet, I’d slide my finger inside of you to see how tightly you were going to wrap around my cock,” he said just as she slid a finger inside of herself with a loud moan.

  “I’d fuck you with my fingers until I felt you swell around them. Then I’d pull them out and replace them with my tongue, sliding deep inside of you, licking you out and sliding back inside of you, mimicking what I wanted to do with my cock.”

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered around the tip of his cock as her fingers worked her sex.

  “And just when you were about to come………,” he said, letting his words trail off and sending her to the edge. “I’d stop.”

  “What?” she practically snarled as she let the tip fall out of her mouth.

  He cupped her face in his hands and with barely any
pressure had her moving forward as he leaned in and gently kissed her. “I’d stop because I’d be dying to feel you wrapped around my cock when you let go.”

  She returned his kiss hungrily, almost desperately, barely aware that she’d released her hold on his cock or sat up so that she was once again straddling his lap. Her fingers continued to work between her legs as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, threaded her fingers through his hair. She gripped his hair, holding him still as she ran her tongue against his before he suckled it.

  “You wanna fuck me?” she asked, so turned on that she knew that if she didn’t have him within the next minute she’d scream.

  “God, yes,” he said against her mouth as she felt his cock slide against her ass.

  After one last thrust of her fingers, she removed her hand and reached back. She gripped his cock, loving the way his breath hitched as he felt the evidence of what she’d been doing coat his cock. It took a little effort, but she managed to stroke his cock as it eagerly pressed against her ass.