Fully Loaded

by Hissong, Theresa

  “Beautiful, like a flower,” he smiled. His large hands, still in place, tightened with his words.

  “Thank you,” I breathed. What else could I say to him? I don’t even know him, but he was still holding me. Suddenly, the tip of his tongue snaked out and rolled until it pulled his bottom lip back through his teeth. Damn, that was sexy as hell!

  He’s a rockstar, for crying out loud! He just wants in your pants! Sometimes, I really hated my subconscious.

  “Let me take your picture,” Kiera exclaimed, standing beside me. I’d totally forgotten she was there.

  Donovan quickly pulled me to his side, his hand pressing against my lower back. I stifled a moan when his thumb rubbed soft circles on the exposed skin from where my shirt had ridden up in the back. My body heated and desire pooled low in my belly. Even sweaty, he smelled amazing. If I could only bottle that…

  “Smile,” Kiera said, as she held up her phone, using the camera installed on it to take the picture. A split second before she snapped the shot, he turned me so that we were facing each other. The flash brightened the area as I stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized.

  “Do you have time to talk?” he asked, his voice deep with desire. “Or, do you have someone to get home to?” I didn’t miss the subtle meaning of his question. I guess that was his way of making sure I wasn’t taken. At least he was being a gentleman, not hitting on another man’s woman.

  “No one,” I admitted, on a breathy sigh. I sounded star struck, and I guess I was when it came to him. He was even more beautiful up close.

  “I’ll…,” Kiera said, nervously looking down at her feet. “Yeah…I’ll leave you two alone.”

  Did I want her to leave? Yes…No, maybe?

  “Where are you going?” I asked, staring at her wide-eyed.

  “Across the street,” she smiled and pointed in the direction of the little bar on the corner. “Just find me when you’re ready to head out.” Breathing a sigh of relief, I nodded at her statement. I knew what she was saying. Basically, she was giving me a way out in case he wanted me to run off with him to a hotel or something. Kiera had nothing to worry about, because I was not going to be shacking up with Donovan Milano tonight.

  “I won’t be long,” I promised, and accepted a tight hug from her.

  “Take as long as you need,” she whispered in my ear.

  “Actually,” Donovan interrupted, “I’ll take her home. If you don’t mind?” I released my best friend and looked at her with pleading eyes. Suddenly, I wanted him to take me somewhere. My stupid hormones were in overdrive and his masculine scent was calling to me on some primal level. All I really wanted to do was rub myself all over him while I purred like a kitten. Geez, Heather!

  “Sure,” she smiled and turned toward me. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

  “Okay,” I said. The look she gave me said that I better be ready to spill the beans about Donovan and whatever we ended up doing later on in the evening.

  I watched as she walked toward the parking lot, not taking my eyes off her until she was out of sight. My heart thundered in my ears and all I wanted to do was either run away or throw up. I was so nervous.

  “Is she going to be okay by herself?” he asked, drawing my attention back to his beautiful blue eyes.

  “Yes,” I laughed, nervously. “I’d feel sorry for anyone who tried to kidnap her. It wouldn’t be pretty.”

  “Would you like to grab a bite to eat? I’m starving,” he said, motioning toward a sleek black motorcycle. I turned and arched a brow. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall off.”

  “I really hate motorcycles,” I shivered. I didn’t have time to close in on myself before he had me in his arms, his large hand cupped my jaw.

  “You’ll be safe with me. I promise,” he smiled. The world around me fell away as he stroked his thumb over my jaw and I closed my eyes briefly, hoping he would kiss me. I smelled him all around me and the scent drove me mad. “Come on.”

  I stumbled backward, and then kicked myself for even entertaining the thought of his lips on mine. We’d just met. It’s not like he would profess his undying love for me and tell me he wanted to be the father of my babies. Ugh! I really needed to get a life.

  As we approached the bike, I paused and bit my lip. “Is this yours?”

  “Yeah,” he nodded, reaching for a helmet that was clipped onto the handlebars. I stood frozen as he placed it over my head and secured the latch under my chin. His fingers traced my jawline and I had to lock my knees to keep from falling.

  “Do you travel with it?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine them having the room to carry a motorcycle with all of the equipment.

  “No,” he smiled. “I live in New Orleans. I rode it from my house.”

  And that’s when my jaw hit the ground. I knew I looked like a damn fish out of water, but I’d just found out this man lived in the same town I did and I never knew. “I did not know that.”

  “Come on,” he laughed. “Let’s ride, babe.”

  A small thrill ran through me when he called me babe. The tilt to the corner of his mouth made me smile. I had to calm my shaking hands or I’d embarrass myself from the tremors in my fingertips.

  I watched as he mounted the Harley. His long legs straddled the bike and I had to bite back a pleasurable moan. He stood the bike completely upright and raised the kickstand, using his legs to keep the bike steady. He didn’t wear a helmet, only a fitted knit cap to keep his hair from blowing around as he rode.

  With one hand on the handlebar, he held the other out, palm up, as a silent invitation to climb aboard. My heart fluttered when his warm hand enveloped mine and he tugged me gently. I climbed on his bike and blushed when I realized I’d have to wrap my arms around his waist.

  “Hold on, Heather,” he said, pulling my arms where they needed to be. I opened my hands and rested my palms against his stomach. That really wasn’t a great idea. His abs were tight and warm. I felt the ridges under my fingertips and my mouth watered, wanting to trace them with my tongue. Holy hell, Heather. You’re such a slut!

  I stifled a groan when he started the bike. The powerful engine rumbled beneath me and the combination of my hands on his tight stomach and the vibrations under my ass caused an ache between my legs. I never knew riding a motorcycle could be so erotic.

  I tightened my hold as we pulled onto the street. Fans waved and hollered to get his attention. After a few nods to his fans, we were off.

  He drove the bike as if it was an extension of himself. The way he leaned casually to the side when he turned the corners or changed lanes had me believing his promise to not let me fall off, because he was the master of his domain. Just as he’d been the ruler of his stage. Donovan Milano was damn near perfect.

  Laughter bubbled up from my chest as we pulled into the parking lot of the closest Waffle House. Granted, it was just after midnight and most places were closed, but this was the last place I had expected him to take me for a bite to eat.

  “Do you not like this place?” he asked, leaning forward so I could climb off the bike first.

  “No,” I blushed. “It’s fine.”

  “Come on,” he smiled. “Let’s eat.”

  Once inside, he found a booth in the back and took a seat across from me, grabbing a menu. He studied the breakfast side for a moment and dropped the plastic covered menu on the table when the waitress arrived.

  “Hey, Donny,” the older woman smiled. I raised an eyebrow at him as the sweet lady set down a large glass of water. “How was the show?”

  “Great, Marie,” he smiled. “We had a great turnout.”

  “What can I get you two?” she smiled, turning to wink in my direction.

  “The usual,” he smiled, nodding toward me. “What do you want?”

  “Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. I could not possibly eat in front of him. Nope, not happening.

  “Give us a minute,” he growled. He looked pissed. The blue in his eyes darkened and his jaw tightened
beneath his dark beard.

  “Just holler when you’re ready, sugar,” she said, making a quick retreat. Even Marie knew when to bolt.

  “When was the last time you ate?” he whispered through gritted teeth.

  “Um,” I paused, trying to remember. His heated look caused fear to slither up my spine and I sighed from the sound of his deep voice. For some reason, I felt drawn to this man. It’s your stupid, dried up hormones. “Earlier…before the show. Donovan, I’m really not hungry.”

  “If you’re with me, then it’s my responsibility to make sure you are cared for,” he said, relaxing a bit, but not much. “So, please…eat. I don’t want your friend coming after me and kicking my ass.”

  “Okay,” I blushed. “Yes, we don’t want Kiera hunting you down.”

  “Good,” he laughed, raising a hand to get Marie’s attention.

  I ordered two scrambled eggs and two pieces of toast. He frowned at my choice of food and I realized why when his meal arrived. His plate was covered with almost everything on the menu. “Are you going to eat all of that?”

  “I burn a lot of energy on stage,” he shrugged and pointed at my plate with his fork. “Eat.”

  I quickly added grape jelly to my toast and watched as he put hot sauce on his eggs. He held his fork elegantly and ate with manners, even setting his napkin in his lap. I smiled as we ate in silence. I, of course, finished before him and sat back watching this beautiful man polish off a meal fit for a king.

  “What do you do for a living?” He’d just set his napkin on the table and finished off his glass of water. He leaned back casually in his seat, placing his hand over his stomach.

  “I’m a high school history teacher,” I admitted.

  “I bet the boys have dreams about you,” he teased, smiling widely.

  “No, they do not,” I scoffed.

  “Yeah,” he nodded enthusiastically. “I’m sure they do. You’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I blushed. “I really don’t want to think of my kids fantasizing about me. That’s just gross.”

  “I would’ve loved to have had you for a teacher,” he laughed.

  “I’m very glad you are not my student,” I laughed.

  “Come on,” he said, taking my hand. “Let’s get you home.” The way he said home made me wonder exactly what the hell would happen when we got back to my place. The warmth from his hand caused a shiver to roll up my spine again. He touched me with ease, as if he had done it his entire life.

  I’d saved for years to buy the little two bedroom space just above an old antique store in the French Quarter. When we pulled up to the gate for the private parking area behind my building, Donovan turned off the engine and helped me off of his bike.

  “Thanks for breakfast,” I blushed, as we stood outside the metal security door that lead up to my apartment. The street was well lit and there was hardly any traffic at this time of night, but a police officer drove by and didn’t even slow down to look in our direction.

  I felt a magical pull to him as he stared at my lips. I knew he was going to kiss me from the fire in his eyes, but before I could say anything, he had me in his arms. His lips pressed to mine and I felt my knees go weak, but his arm held me up tight against his chest. One hand cupped the side of my face and I was in heaven.

  Donovan bit my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to let him delve inside. His mouth was hot and his tongue was velvety smooth. His natural scent enveloped me and my nipples hardened painfully behind my bra. My sex screamed for more and I knew that he would be the type of man to ruin me for all others. Just from that simple kiss. Well, there was nothing simple about that kiss. It was nothing short of possessive.

  “Invite me inside,” he growled against my swollen lips.

  “Come inside?” I breathed.

  Reaching behind me, I fumbled with my key and somehow the door opened wide. Donovan picked me up, and somewhere between breaths, I mumbled which apartment was mine out of the two on the second floor. My keys were jerked from my hands and I felt the wood against my back when he slammed our bodies into it as he unlocked the door.

  Once we entered my apartment, we tore at each other’s clothes, my shirt a tattered mess on the floor next to the couch. My shoe hit the refrigerator. The other landed with a thud at his feet. His boot thudded against the bathroom door. I ripped his cap from his head, spilling his long dark hair down his back. My fingers burned as I gripped his head in a rush to keep his lips sealed to my own.

  Donovan stepped back and used one hand to pull his shirt over his head. My eyes latched onto the multitude of tattoos that adorned his chest. The ink over most of his arms and upper chest was dark, exemplifying his lean build. His nipples called out to me and I leaned in to bathe one with my tongue. He groaned in response, pulling me closer and grinding his cock against my stomach. My fingers trailed over the muscles on his chest, feeling the heat under my touch.

  I was picked up, and suddenly my back hit the bed, my pants pulled from my body in one try. He was really good at undressing someone in a hurry. Why was that so fucking hot?

  It only took seconds before I was completely naked and he was leaning over to take my lips again so that he could devour me. He groaned when I reached out and took his cock into my hand.

  His steely girth felt warm in my hand as he held on to me tightly with one hand buried in my hair and the other firmly grasping my ass. With the way he held me, I was sure that Donovan wanted to crawl up under my skin and never come out.

  My fingers gripped tight onto his shoulders as he kissed a blazing path to my aching breasts. My hand slipped off his cock and I whimpered from the loss of connection to him. If this one night stand was all I was going to get, then I was going to enjoy every second I had with this man.

  He reached blindly for his discarded pants, producing a foil packet. He tore it with his teeth and press the condom into my hand and said, “Put it on me.” His voice was deep and commanding. I had no choice but to obey.

  “That’s my girl,” he moaned.

  I fumbled for a moment, but was able to calm my shaking hands so that I could roll it over his heavy erection. His cock jerked in my hand and I moaned from the feel of his length. When I reached the base, my hands were yanked away and pulled above my head. This caused my breasts to push up like an open invitation for his hot mouth.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. This man, who just hours before, was only flirting with me from the stage. Now, he was poised and ready to fuck me with a fierceness that I’d never experienced.

  His beard scratched against my nipple as he ran his chin around the peak. My breasts felt heavy when he finally took an aching nipple into his mouth. I moaned loudly when he used his tongue to press it against the roof of his mouth, biting it as he released it from his lips. “Yes!” The torture was repeated as he moved to the other one, giving it the same amount of attention.

  “Donovan, please,” I begged. “Harder.”

  “You like it?” he questioned, pausing for a moment to stare into my eyes. I should be ashamed that I enjoy rough sex, but I wasn’t. It was a need inside me, an ache…a craving of needing the feral connection to my partner. Most guys didn’t understand it. Hell, most guys couldn’t bring themselves to give pain to their partner. I liked the pain, but I didn’t want a lot of it. I wasn’t a masochist. Most of the time, I just needed a little to put me over the edge.

  He didn’t ask again after a short nod from me. He just nudged my legs apart and I felt the broad head of his cock bump at my entrance before he stilled. “Tell me yes,” he demanded.

  “Yes,” I hissed, as he pushed fully inside me. I felt like a loaded gun ready to fire, coiling tight and waiting for release. He rolled his hips and hit that spot that so desperately ached for his touch. “Harder, Donovan…please.”

  His hair fell around me like a curtain, protectively shielding me from anything else in the room. It was only our deep moans and the slick slide of our bodies as they moved in a danc
e set to the music we were making in the dark room.

  His hand grasped my hip hard, pulling my ass up so he could thrust deeper. I threw my head back from the sensation. I needed this. “Ohhhh,” I moaned. His grip was tight. My eyes flashed open and I saw understanding in his gaze.

  “Come, my beautiful rose,” he whispered, reaching between our bodies and pressing his thumb to my clit. My sex clenched around his cock, locking him inside me. I couldn’t let go. There was an earthquake waiting inside me and it wouldn’t come out. I needed release, but it just wouldn’t come.

  “I can’t,” I cried, thrashing my head side to side. “Please.”

  His thumb stopped moving and I groaned out in frustration. Before the sound died on my lips, I felt his fingers move. The pinch of pain to my clit caused my body to tighten again. My body warmed as he continued the pressure and his thrust became brutal.

  “Now, Heather,” he demanded, grunting as he thrust deeper…harder.

  “Oh, God,” I groaned. Sparks lit my vision…and I was flying. My climax broke free and I called out his name, begging…pleading for more.

  And that’s exactly what he gave me.

  His cock touched every part of me, fulfilling the need to be possessed by this man. His hips rolled and I threw my head back in ecstasy. Hot lips landed on my neck and I turned my head so that he could bite the spot below my ear.

  “I’m not done with you,” he growled, taking the back of my thigh and raising it higher so that he could bury himself deeper in my sex. Oh, fuck!

  My hands tangled in his hair again, pulling him to my lips. The metal from his piercings felt warm against my face. His blue eyes had darkened with lust as he continued to thrust inside me.

  Something wanton and foreign urged me to push him over onto his back so that I could be on top. The slight tilt to the corner of his mouth was the only way I knew that he was okay with me taking over.

  “Ride me,” he demanded. His deep voice spurred me on. Hands wrapped around my sides, and although I was on top, Donovan directed the speed and depth of his thrusts. I knew then that I was there for him to do with as he pleased. He was in control, and as another orgasm crashed over me, I knew damn good and well that I was going to let him.