“Hey, tomorrow morning, we’ll have to hit the road early to keep ahead of whatever’s in the rearview. Cool?” I point out after we’ve had dinner.
“Fine with me,” Angel answers. “All right. Time for that shower. I’ll be back.”
“What were you doing while I picked up dinner?”
She gets to her feet. “Waiting for you to get back. Haven’t you heard the saying never step inside a shower when you’re alone in a seedy motel that looks like a chainsaw murderer was the last guy to rent the place?”
“Nope. Never heard that saying.”
She hums all the way to the bathroom. Angel is not shy. She leaves the door half open, turns on the shower, and strips out of all her clothes, giving me a show, as if daring me to go in there.
If that’s what she wants—wild, raw sex in the shower—that’s exactly what I’ll give her. At the moment, need and desire overtakes my exhaustion, and all I want to do is hear my name echo around that tiny shower stall while I take her hard. So when she wiggles out of her boy cut panties, I push off the sofa, remove every shred of clothes and stalk into the bathroom.
I don’t say a word. I just pick her up and step into the standing shower, letting the stream of water cascade down between our bodies. I press her back against the wall and ignore the glaring fact that protected sex in the shower is just not going to happen. Not with this woman. I don’t have any STDs thanks to the fact that I get tested often. Sure, I’m taking a chance with her, but I don’t fucking care about that, or the fact that I could end up knocking her up.
Angel moans as I lower my head to her breasts and bite down gently on one nipple. I’m out of my mind at the sound she makes when she begs for it as I lift her up to position myself. We’re both all in when I grip around her waist and sink my cock deep inside of her. And she’s loving it too, helping me along by wrapping her legs tightly around my hips, arms around my neck, hips tilting along with my rhythm each and every time I drive into her. And that sultry whimpering cry she lets out in between pants and pleas for me to fuck her harder.
Mutual craving is a damned good thing.
For a brief moment, Angel holds on to my shoulders and pulls her head back just enough to lock eyes with me. I don’t stop. I plunge into her tight, wet heat, admiring the look of longing mixed in with a fiery, piercing stare telling me that she wants only me, even though she’s sure to deny it if I ever asked.
The next second, Angel’s hands are fisting my hair, and she presses her wet mouth onto my lips. Every muscle in my body goes taut. While I fuck her, she kisses me just as fiercely, capturing my tongue and sucking, clashing our teeth together in a rough and rugged display of her need to dominate. She arches her back and jerks her hips, fighting for control. Her tight inner walls clench along my shaft, taking pleasure as she gives it to me. As much as I enjoy her effort, Angel needs to know I’m the boss.
Eventually.
Right now, my cock aches to explode within her with every thrust. As I pound into her, she digs her sharp nails into my back, whimpering out that she’s close to coming, breaking the skin. Within no time, she cries and shakes and seizes, falling apart through her climax right up against the shower wall. I do what I’ve been hoping to do since I fought off those idiot Los Diablos who tried to steal her away from me. I grip the hair at the back of her head, fist a thick handful, and take her ruthlessly. Her back is sure to have a bruise tomorrow.
Soon, the pressure in my groin has built up to soaring heights. My muscles tense and jerk. Before I can stop myself, I bite down on her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her flesh without breaking the skin. Angel shrieks from the shock, or maybe she just loves it. The sounds of her cry mixed in with the slapping of our skin as I plunge into her one or two or forty more times drives me past my limits until I grunt through my orgasm.
My jaw tightens and my teeth clench as I come, burying myself to the hilt, not caring that my seed is now coating her inner walls.
No. I care.
I’ve wanted this, probably from the second I laid eyes on her.
I’ve marked her, and taken her raw and hard. Now she’s mine. My cock jerks at the vague, primitive thought as I fill her up, and when Angel looks down into my eyes, it’s as though she understands that truth. She dislodges her nails from my back and lowers her head to rest on my shoulder. Slowly, I pull apart from her, letting her down my body until her feet are back on solid ground. Angel cranes her neck up to look at me, saying everything with her eyes, not needing words, letting the water wash us clean again.
As we stand there under the hot flowing stream of water, I have only one feral kernel of thought.
Protect what is mine.
Nothing else matters.
11
Axe
I throw on a pair of boxers and sit on the bed. A bone dead tiredness quickly sets in. I wasn’t expecting to be this beat. The flimsy mattress sinks in half under my weight. It has been a long night even before I fucked Angel hard in the shower. I curl my fingers into the mattress and stretch out on the comforter, made cool from the air conditioning unit that lines up with the bed. I look up at the ceiling and around the room. Jesus, this place is a hellhole. I wasn’t expecting the Ritz, but compared to this place, the clubhouse is a palace.
“Are you okay over there?” she asks.
“Huh?” My focus swivels from the dented and falling apart chest of drawers that holds an old TV on it. Angel is draped in a towel. Tiny droplets of water ease down her hair to the tops of her gorgeous breasts. I already want to rip the towel away and trace each droplet with my tongue as they move down her body. With her curves, I can picture licking every bead of water until she’s quivering.
“Hello? You there?” Angel says again, waving to get my attention this time.
I jerk myself out of the fantasy and return my gaze to her face.
“Yes,” I rasp. “All good.”
Angel leans against the door jamb. The bathroom light casts shadows on her nearly nude body, highlighting her silhouette. Fuck. As drained as I feel, I can’t stop the erection tenting my boxers. Her towel slides down slightly on one side, and I swallow hard, catching an eyeful of delicious cleavage.
“Didn’t you say something about taking the couch?”
“That was before,” I mutter. “Get over here. Now.”
Angel runs her hand through her hair and scrunches up her nose in a mildly annoyed expression. “Not until I’m good and ready,” she huffs.
I see right through the failed attempt at disinterest.
I can’t hold back my smile, which damn near takes over my entire face. She’s lucky I haven’t yet forced myself to get up off the bed. That towel would be gone again and I’d do ungodly things to her luscious nakedness, right here in this room. Still, I can’t resist the huge gaping hole of opportunity to mock her half-hearted attempt at domination.
“Yes, mistress. Just let me know how standing over there is working for you.”
Judging by her lack of response, I figure she will give up on the power struggle and come to bed. Angel does neither. Instead, I get an eyeful of her delicious, naked curves as the towel drops to the carpet. My cock goes from firm to hard as granite in an instant, and I lift off the bed. Dragging my gaze across her nakedness, I make sure to claim every damn inch of her with my eyes. I can’t even try to tamp down the need that forms deep in my chest and rumbles at the back of my throat.
Angel is… fucking gorgeous.
She arches a brow and places one hand on her hip, kicking it out so the hollows of her mound are contoured with shadow. Before I know it, the exhaustion I’ve been feeling is long gone, and I’m standing in front of her again, pressing her naked back against the wall. Our eyes lock. A grin stretches across Angel’s face. The sound of her throaty gurgle of a laugh, has my cock like a kickstand in my pants, pointing right at her.
I swallow thickly.
“Are you going to stare until the sun comes up, or are you going to obey me?” she asks.
Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s no mistaking the potency of the word ‘obey’.
I nod.
“Sit on the bed,” she orders.
“You won’t use that tone again after I’m done with you,” I warn her, boldly stripping out of my boxers.
“What did I say?” she asks in the exact same tone.
This woman is bold and brash, the way she persists in butting heads with me. I’m used to calling the shots in and out of the bedroom. I yield to no one, but this little lady still doesn’t give a fuck. Damn, it’s sexy. Unable to hide my grin, I meet her halfway. Taking her by one hand, I shuffle back to the bed and sit at the edge. All I have to do is play it cool and let the pretty little curvy woman with the commanding voice boss me around a little bit. Maybe for a couple of hours. Okay fuck, maybe for five minutes.
Angel traces her index finger down between her breasts, over her stomach, and pauses at her neatly trimmed bush.
“This game of yours won’t last a minute if you keep teasing me that way,” I mutter, tightening my grip on her wrist.
Damn. Angel goes down on her knees in front of me. Her long damp hair brushes against my legs, and my stiff cock is inches from her sexy, fuckable mouth, so close my tip could part her lips if I breathe too deeply. She stares up at me, stretching out the moment for way too long.
“Be a good boy and don’t move.”
Angel leans in further, connecting her tongue with my tip. The exhales from her mouth tickle my skin all the way along my shaft to my stomach, silently reminding me she’s the boss. For now. Unable to look away from that mouth of hers, I marvel as she takes almost every inch of my shaft into her mouth without using her hands. Christ, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. She moves her lips up and down my shaft, letting her tongue swirl around the tip each time she pulls back. A deep rumble vibrates through my chest to my lips, and our eyes lock. Angel smirks at me, giving me a sassy wink.
“You know what I want.”
Angel almost jumps, and audibly swallows past the lump in her throat at the stern, dangerous timbre in my voice. There it is again. More proof that this little lady has no idea who she’s dealing with. Except she makes a damned good effort to hang on to the reins right now. She releases my cock and pulls away until she’s a few feet from me. I all but whimper from the cold air that replaces her hot, wet mouth. Angel’s lips quirk up into a slight smile as she points back toward the pillows, motioning for me to stretch out along the length of the bed.
I do what she asks, but again, I do it the way I want, scooping her up from the floor and taking her with me. The only question I think I might ask her is whether it’s really submission if I’m already planning to do what she wants. Not that I care right this second. At the moment, I’m busy spreading her legs to feel her straddle me from her spot on top of me.
Angel pushes off my chest and sits up. My gaze idly traces down from her face the spot where I nipped her shoulder.
My mark.
My woman.
Smiling, I continue my perusal of her pale, creamy skin. I have a hard time ripping my attention away from her small pink nipples. She places her hands over each breast, teasing me at the very same instant that I inwardly remark how lucky I am to have her in my orbit. I sigh and cover her hands with mine.
Angel flicks them away with a swat. “You get to touch me when I say so, and not a second sooner.”
“You’re sure about that?” I ask, gesturing down at my cock, which at the moment is getting the sexiest massage as Angel rubs her wet folds against it from her position on top of me. “Not that I mind the contradiction, sweet thing. I’m just saying.”
She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t reply, and also does not stop grinding her hips against me for the wettest, hottest dry hump I’ve ever had in my natural born life. I up the ante. I thread my fingers gently through her hair, smiling as I tug backward with just enough force to get her attention.
“Answer me,” I demand.
“Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me.” Angel utters, still fighting to take back control.
I can only laugh. The statement is all the more entertaining given her hips are rolling right now. It isn’t exactly a question, so I don’t answer it. My eyes narrow, and with one hand firmly gripping Angel’s hip, I lift her up, away from my groin. Angel groans out a pleading moan. Maybe now, she can sense the heat of my dick, so close but so far from her center. Damn, I miss the contact too, but fuck, she needs a reminder that lust, sex, and that other L-word I’m not ready to use are all on the proverbial two-way street. Gritting my teeth, I cock my head and wait.
“You’re a piece of work, Axe,” she hisses.
I rumble out a throaty laugh. “You’d better believe it, baby. Have I made my point, or do you want to wait some more?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You’re not making any sense,” I bark. “What are you saying yes to?”
“That you’ve made your point,” she confesses in a whimper, much to my satisfaction, and to my cock’s relief.
Releasing my grip on her hair, I position my tip at her opening and jerk her body down hard along my shaft. Angel still hasn’t figured out up from down as she throws her head backward and picks up right where she left off with the grinding. A low, ragged moan escapes from my lips. I can barely breathe. The expression on Angel’s face nearly drives me to madness, seeing her this wild and completely caught up in the moment. Hell, it’s almost as satisfying as the way she rides me.
As Angel picks up the pace, I piston deeper into her, intensifying each stroke. My hands hold her hips, but she’s the one making the mind-blowing moves right now. Any attempt to think, even on a basic level, is put on hold as she raises and lowers her tight, slick heat up and down my shaft. Her moans echo in the dingy room, drawing me forward, compelling me closer, making my pulse pound and echo from my ears to my temples.
When Angel leans forward and presses her mouth to mine, I’m sure I’ll erupt any minute. The sensation of her lips on mine, her breasts against my chest, and changing the angle of our connection down south does me in. She surprises me again by working her hips in smooth circles, and as I press my eyes shut, Angel bites down so hard on my bottom lip, I taste blood. My eyes flick open just in time to see a playful half-grin on her face, and still, keep going as though it’s completely normal. Maybe this bite is payback for leaving teeth marks on her neck.
So be it.
It’s worth every second, watching her sway and grind. I stare at the gorgeous woman as she does whatever the fuck she wants to me until I can’t just lie back and watch. I have to touch the seductive minx who makes my brain and body get closer to losing it. I waste no time. My hand finds her wet, warm cleft, and circles her sensitive bud with my thumb. Angel groans, gasps and speeds up. Her muscles clench around me as she works with my rhythm until I’m sure she’s about to become unhinged—and then I stop completely, just to keep her on her toes. I grin and wait.
“Wicked bastard,” she groans.
Angel rests her hands on my shoulders. Our combined body heat seems hot enough to burn. I continued then, worshipping her as her eyes snap shut again, and her body bucks and writhes.
“Come for me, Angel,” I groan, taking that much more pleasure from seeing her get close to falling apart.
Her entire body freezes in one spot, and her inner walls clench. I’m enjoying it so much that my hips shoot forward without my willing it to, burying deep inside this goddess.
“Don’t…stop…please…” she pants out her plea.
I take her hard and fast. I’m not sure why exactly, but the way she said the word ‘please’ drives me over the edge. I jerk my hips up into a frenzy until the pace of my strokes are too fast to track as I come.
Angel collapses on my chest, breathing almost as heavily as I do, but then again, she’s done most of the work this time around. I take my time catching my breath, waiting for whenever she’s ready to pull apart from me. That doesn’t happen. Her
breathing eases and slows down, and a few minutes later, my eyes shut for the night.
12
Angel
I hum to myself while drying off from my shower. I’m still blissful after what me and Axe just did together in that motel bed. Is it possible to sleep in it after such indulgence? A shiver runs down my spine at the memory. What we did was close to vanilla sex by my usual tastes, yet it was more intense than anything I’ve ever felt with another man.
Of course, none of it means anything, really. Well, except for the undisputable fact that we’re compatible in bed. That’s where the similarities between us end. I glance over at him, slipping on an oversized t-shirt. Just because we’ve slept together on this bed doesn’t mean I’m going naked underneath those dingy sheets. Putting bare knees and hands on top of them was bad enough. Even having to wear this god-awful t-shirt pisses me off. Out of everything Axe shoved into my backpack, it’s the only item of clothing that comes close to working as sleepwear.
Presumptuous bastard.
I look on as Axe gets up, digs through his little satchel bag, and retrieves a pack of cigarettes. It’s a nasty habit, but I can only say that because I just kicked the addiction six months ago with the help of the patch. Dammit, I can judge him and envy him at the same time. I roll my eyes at myself, turning away to put my hair into a high bun. No way I’m bumming a smoke off of him.
“Hey, want a smoke?” Axe asks.
“Uh, sure.”
Dammit. I can’t say no to the man. I look down at the spot on my arm where the patch used to be. “Actually, I’ll pass for now, but thanks for the offer.”
“Cool. I’ll be outside,” he announces, raising the pack of cigarettes in one hand and his cell phone in the other. “I’ll give you a little peace and quiet for a bit.”
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