RockMySenses

by Lisa Carlisle

  Mike

  She tasted so good, the clean scent of my Ivory soap still lingering on her skin.

  And she was alive.

  The thought of losing her last night drove me to the brink of madness. I knew I would do anything for this woman. Kill anyone who tried to hurt her. There was nobody else for me. She was now my sun and moon.

  A voice told me she was still fragile. She needed to rest. But the more she clung to me, asking for more, the less resolve I had. When her sweet-smelling pussy was before me, I had none left. I had to taste her.

  She ran her fingers through my hair as the hot water flowed down her body and on mine. She leaned back against the wall and raised one leg onto the side of the bath to invite me in deeper. I cradled her hips as I held her in a protective grip. Savored every inch of her, every moment of being with her. I prolonged the sensual experience as long as I could, taking her to the brink of an orgasm and then easing back.

  By the time my tongue brought a heavy onslaught to her sweet clit, she was panting and saying things I couldn’t understand. Except one. “I love you, Mike.”

  She loved me.

  Nothing else mattered to me right now but that. Not coming to grips with my new identity as part-gargoyle, not the upcoming tour with the band, none of it. I’d give everything up just to have her by my side, safe.

  She exploded on my tongue, driving me almost to come myself. As her waves of pleasure ebbed, I stood up. I turned her against the wall and pressed my cock into her silky crevice.

  “Are you okay like this?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, spreading her hands wider on the blue tile.

  As much as I wanted to bury myself full force into her, I couldn’t forget she still might be fragile. “I can stop if you need to go lie down.”

  She turned her head back, flashing a heated stare from under her hooded lids. Water dripped from her dark lashes and her blue eyes glowed with desire. With her hands still gripping the tiles, blonde hair dripping wet, and her fine ass inviting me in, this was the sexiest fucking pose I’d ever seen.

  “If you don’t fuck me right now,” she demanded in a desperate tone, “I will lose my damn mind!”

  The bathroom had grown hot with steam and our caged heat. My body was on fire. Even hotter than the scalding water pulsing off my back.

  “One more second, babe. Condom.” Hopping out of the tub, I threw open the medicine cabinet and sheathed myself while dripping all over the mat. The seconds away from her heated body were agonizing, but when I returned, the view was worth the discomfort. She bent forward, lifting a leg and bracing herself on the wall. I was already so rock hard this invitation fueled a primal response to drive in. I positioned myself behind her smoking ass. Gripping her shoulders, I eased in as she moaned in pleasure. Surrounded by her tight heat, I dropped my head back in ecstasy. I could die right now with no regrets, a happy man.

  I pumped into her slowly, filling her to the hilt and pulling nearly all the way out. She drove back against me, encouraging me back in. The more I fucked her, the more my need spiraled out of control. I drove into her as if possessed. To fuck her, claim her, be with her. I reached around to touch her sensitive clit. She cried out as her muscles clenched around me, pulsating as she came on my shaft. The exquisite grip shot sensations of mind-numbing pleasure through me. I pummeled into her, driving away all else except her and exploding with a fiery climax.

  “I want you, Allana,” I said as I fell into the crevice between her shoulder and head. My lips touched her skin, finding the two bumps that inflamed a need to protect her forever. “Only you.”

  Allana spent most of the next few weeks at my place. We’d promised we’d take it slow at first, but any free time spent away from her seemed wasted. She was still so busy with her studio, but relaxed now that she didn’t have to run back and forth between the gym and the studio. With people signing up for classes and private sessions, she wasn’t as stressed about financial matters, and she had enough interest in class times to warrant hiring another instructor.

  Between all my time with work, Allana, and preparing for the tour, I had little time to explore my gargoyle side. But I did visit my grandfather more often, learning about the history and characteristics of gargoyles. Papa regaled me with tales of his youth, stories he may have seldom mentioned since starting a family in the U.S., but as he told them, he had the boyish look of someone a quarter of his age.

  When he revealed himself in gargoyle form, it took me several minutes to recover. Hearing stories was one thing. It took my brain much longer to process seeing my grandfather transform into a gargoyle.

  After I recovered from the shock, I resumed my questions. “Do we live as long as humans?”

  “Typically much longer,” he said. “Except when we bond with a human. Who wants to live past the death of the one we love? Many gargoyles die soon after losing their human lover.”

  “The gargoyle Danton mentioned something about a gargoyle oath. Do you know about that?”

  Papa had a twinkle in his eye as he gazed off into the distance. “I do. Your grandmother and I took it when we were young. We promised to love each other for eternity, I vowed to protect her with all my being, and was able to live in human form.”

  “Sounds like a sort of marriage rite?”

  “Oh no,” he said with a chuckle. “Marriages can be dissolved. An oath is permanent.”

  I pictured Allana. It was far too early in our relationship to pressure her with any more permanent options. But I had no doubt she was the one, and maybe one day we could take a step forward when we were both ready. “Is that something I would ever be able to do? I mean, I’m only part gargoyle and I’m already in human form.”

  Papa fixed his gaze on me. “You’ve proven you’re far more than that.” He shrugged. “And you’ve found the one for you, the woman you’ve bonded with. If and when that day comes when you’d like to try, I’d be happy to help you seal your connection with the oath.”

  “Thanks, Papa.” I squeezed his shoulder. “It’s too soon, but I appreciate all you’ve shared with me.”

  One day I brought Danton over to introduce him to Papa.

  “I thought you two would like to meet,” I said. “After all, it’s not too common to have Old World European gargoyles living in the U.S.”

  Papa laughed. “Not as uncommon as you might think.”

  Danton smiled in agreement. Then they locked arms in a greeting, Danton’s right arm on Papa’s left shoulder and the same with Papa’s hand on Danton’s shoulder.

  While they discussed the days in the old country, mentioning gargoyles they both might know, I sat back on the couch watching them, letting them have time to reminisce. Who would have guessed this was my world, my people?

  When they began to discuss what my transformation meant, I piped in, “I haven’t changed since that night.”

  Papa said, “You changed that night to protect the woman you love. If you feel the need to do so again, it may happen.”

  Danton added, “My magic has been growing and I am able to help my brothers bridge over with ease. If you’d like me to try it on you, I can.”

  “Can you help me sprout wings?” I teased. When Danton’s brows furrowed with confusion, I added, “Just kidding. I’m jealous that I didn’t have the chance to fly like you when it happened.”

  “Ah yes,” Danton replied. “I don’t know how to help there, but I can try to find out.”

  “I’m good,” I raised my hands to stop him. Although I was fascinated by the ability to transform into a creature better able to protect my loved ones, I didn’t want to be a guinea pig when it came to gargoyle magic and transformation. Who knows what kind of freak accident could happen if Danton tried to change me into a creature with wings? I was still learning about my gargoyle nature and didn’t have to rush headlong into an experience I still didn’t fully understand.

  Band practice kept me busier than ever. We prepared to go on tour in late spring, but rather th
an being thrilled about the idea of California girls the way I dreamed of in the past, I dreaded having to spend three weeks on the opposite coast as Allana.

  “Just fly her out,” Nico said. “Lily’s going to come for a week in the middle of the tour. Ally should come with her.”

  “I already tried to convince her,” I replied, “but she just opened a business. It’s not easy for her to close up for a few days and fly across the country.”

  *

  As the weeks went by and the tour approached, my anxiety grew. I realized how much I cared for her, even such a short absence would make me miss her like crazy.

  After her morning classes on a Sunday, Allana invited me to come to the studio for the private lesson she’d promised. We had our mats side by side on the new wood floor. She led me through an opening sequence, helping me maintain correct breathing and posture.

  “Now we’re going to move into downward facing dog,” she instructed. She bent over and said, “Look at where my hands and feet are positioned. See how my body is aligned.”

  All I could focus on was her sweet ass in the air and what else we could be doing in this position. I stood up and said, “That’s it. Private lesson is over.”

  “What?” Her blue eyes widened with her question.

  I scooped her up and threw her over my shoulder, slapping her playfully on her ass cheeks. “I admit I’m the worst student who’s ever attended your class, but I can’t concentrate on yoga with you in yoga pants with your luscious ass before me.”

  She giggled. “Where are you taking me?”

  “Home. Back to bed.”

  Home. With her. It sounded right. She belonged there.

  Too bad she’d never agree to it.

  Despite my raging hard-on, an idea flashed into my head. Time to set a plan in motion.

  The next Sunday afternoon, I invited her over for a midafternoon lunch after she was finished at the studio. Chicken marsala was the one dish I could rock and her mmms between mouthfuls indicated she agreed.

  “You didn’t lie. This is amazing,” she said.

  After we were finished eating, I took her hand. “Come on. I have a surprise.”

  I drove us to Gloucester, to the animal shelter where Allana volunteered. Lily had told me only after drilling me about my intentions.

  Allana peered at me with confusion. “What are we doing here?”

  “Getting you a puppy,” I announced.

  Her blue eyes widened, the excited look that always sent blood rushing to my cock. “What? My landlord doesn’t allow dogs.”

  “I know, but since I own my house, I can have one at mine. Your dog can live there. You’ll be happy since you can have an animal like you’ve always wanted. And I’ll be happy since I’ll get to see more of you at my place.”

  She stared at me. “A pet’s a huge responsibility, not one to be taken lightly.”

  “I know. I had dogs growing up. I loved them. I could never have one with my schedule, but between the two of us, we’ll be around to take care of him. Or her.”

  “But you’re going on tour,” she said. “For three whole weeks!”

  The hitch in her voice gave me hope that she’d miss me as much as I’d miss her. “Move in with me. Or stay at my place as often as you wish. Mi casa.” I reached into my pocket and handed her a key. “Es tu casa.”

  She stared at the silver object in her hand and I feared I’d overplayed my hand. When she peered up at me, her eyes shone with tears. Now I was certain I’d fucked up. She was crying and was going to tell me she couldn’t do this.

  “You’re sure about this?” she asked.

  “Yes. I love you, Allana. I want to be with you whenever I can. The idea of the tour is killing me. I just want to get it over with and come back to you.”

  She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

  “You want me to move in with you and bring my pets? Including a new dog?”

  “Yes. If I’m pushing you too hard, tell me to back off.”

  “Of course not.” She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with unrestrained joy. Her unbridled affection was one of the many things I loved about her. “Tell you what. Why don’t we keep this idea open for when you return from your tour? I’ve been practically living at your place anyway. It would just be a matter of giving some notice to my roommate and moving my stuff—and my pets—in.”

  It wasn’t a no, but leaving the future open. “I can live with that.”

  “The thing is, I love you too.” She touched my cheek. “But I don’t want to rush things and have it blow up. Moving in together is a big adjustment. Having a dog is another huge responsibility. You’re nervous about the tour, just as I’m preoccupied with the studio. Let’s move forward one step at a time so we don’t take on more than we can handle.”

  “I hadn’t thought of that.” I grinned. “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

  “Oh, Mike.” She shooed. “It’s just being practical.” She opened the car door and bounded out the seat. “Come on. I want to show you all the animals inside. There are dogs, cats, a miniature pig…”

  “A pig?” I echoed. “No pigs, please.” I laughed. “I have a feeling our house will be overrun by animals if you move in.”

  “Our house,” she repeated. “I like the sound of that.” Her curvaceous lips widened with a smile. “And then they’d be our pets, not just mine.”

  I pulled her body to mine, squeezing her sweet ass. “One big, happy family.”

  About Lisa Carlisle

  Lisa gravitates toward stories with dark, brooding, isolated characters (think Heathcliff, Dracula, Darth Vader and Severus Snape) and tough, independent, caring heroines. She’s wanted to write since the sixth grade and is thrilled to now be a multi-published, award-winning author.

  She spent a short time in the Marine Corps, living in Parris Island, the California desert, and Okinawa, Japan. She then backpacked alone around the US and Europe and lived in Paris, France, before returning to the U.S. to buy a bookstore. Now she lives outside of Boston with her husband and children and draws on these experiences in her stories.

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