by Jordan Marie
I set Annie down with a sigh. No way. I am not going to get cock-blocked again and Annie is not ready for playtime.
“Annie. Bedroom, now. Take your clothes off and get on the bed and wait for me.”
“Sabre.”
“Now, Annie.”
“Remind me again why I like the things you do to me,” she grumbles leaving the room.
“I’m about to remind you. Latch, get the fuck out of here,” I growl, my patience gone.
“Bye, Latch. Don’t forget, you and Lucy are having dinner here Thursday night,” Annie calls out.
“Wouldn’t miss it, Peaches,” Latch says with a wicked grin.
“I see you’ve made yourself at home,” I say watching him closely. He’s got that look in his eye that I haven’t seen in a long time. My Annie has caught him, I knew she would. Hell, I just had to see her from a distance.
“She’s special,” he answers.
“She is.”
“She doesn’t let you keep your distance,” he answers and I nod my head in agreement. “Do I report to the club or here tomorrow?”
“Here, I’m going to be busy at the club for the next few days.”
“You got it. Be good to her, brother,” he says, slamming the door shut. I sigh. There are things to discuss with Latch, but I need Annie, it will have to happen later.
I go straight to the bedroom and what I find there takes my breath away. Annie is on the bed, gloriously naked, except for the sheet she has pulled over her. I should have told her I didn’t want her covered up. I know she’s shy. I know she’s never done this before. A better man would understand that and move forward carefully. That is not who I am though, and Annie knows that. It’d be wrong for me to be any way other than the way I always plan to be with her.
“Come over here and undress me, Annie.”
Her cheeks darken in color, but she slides out of bed and comes to me. She’s beautiful as always, but knowing what we’re about to do and what she is about to give me makes her even more so. She comes to a stop in front of me.
I can’t stop my hand from coming up and caressing her collarbone and following the delicate path to her neck. “So beautiful.”
Her hand gently covers mine and her sweet voice feels as if it takes ten years of darkness away from me.
“That’s how I feel every time I look at you, Sabre.”
So sweet, she could make my teeth ache. Her innocence intrigues me, but I can’t wait to show her how good being bad can be. I take off my cut and toss it to the chair across from us, and then pull my shirt off. Her hands move over my stomach, her fingers moving slowly as if she’s memorizing every line. Bit by bit she moves up my chest, her hands breaking apart and each thumb searching out my hard, small nipples and petting them. The touch is erotic and innocent at the same time.
I’ve done my best to bring Annie to this point; knowing what to expect from me. Each time I touched her brought her to orgasm; in the way I talked to her, texted, and in the videos or other things I made sure she watched. I’m not a tender man, not by a long shot. Annie brings out instincts and feelings I’ve never had before. Yet, sex is elemental to who I am. She may start off a virgin, but I plan to show her every forbidden pleasure my mind can dream up and make her want it…need it…crave it.
“I thought you told me to undress you?” she asks, placing a gentle kiss on my chest.
“I left the best parts for you,” I grin.
“I’m a little nervous,” she admits and I can hear her voice tremble.
I bring her face up close to mine, taking in all the myriad of emotions her eyes are trying to show and then kiss her softly. Our lips caress and graze each other in a slow dance that is intended only to divert her and to amp up her excitement.
I use my teeth to pull her lower lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I nibble it, let my tongue taste its flavor, all the while letting my hands pet and follow the contours of her body. I can’t resist massaging those sweet, luscious globes and bringing her even closer to me. I could be wrong, but I think that’s what pushes her over the edge and to the point her nerves take a back seat because she practically takes over our kiss. Her tongue forges into my mouth, trying to own it. Her hands move down to my sides and her fingernails bite into the skin, and the sweet sting of pain mixed with need acts like a drug in my system. I wanted to take this slow and easy the first time. Being with Annie doesn’t allow that, I just can’t. Together the two of us always end up being a raging wildfire.
“Annie…I can’t be slow. You deserve someone who can take his time and worship you patiently. Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t have it in me,” I tell her when we break apart. My voice is unsteady from the need coursing through my veins.
“I don’t want you to be anything other than the man I fell in love with.” The words lie there for a second and they’re backed up by the trust shining in her eyes. I may not be soft or able to give her what she deserves, but I vow I will make this good for her. I just hope I can. I know nothing about virgins. My darker desires always made me run from them.
“You can undress me next time…get up on the bed, now, Annie,” I order. She backs away and when the bed presses against her legs, slides upon it. Her eyes stay on me the entire time. I like that, I will demand it from her—especially when I introduce her to the pleasures of having more than just me and her in our playtime. I bank those thoughts down as an image of Latch touching my woman tries to plant itself in my mind. It will happen, but tonight belongs to Annie and me.
I undress, letting her watch it all. My hand strokes up and down my cock, my pre-cum already making it slick and wet. I lie down beside her, nibbling on the side of her neck. I make small bruises there. I know she likes it, and I need to mark her everywhere. I kiss a path down her chest, sucking on the pebbled nipple while my fingers play with the other. She gasps and her back comes off the bed from the sensation. Her hands wrap around my head pulling me harder against her. Delicious.
I let my hand drift to her sweet spot. She’s soaked. I fight back the urge to thrust inside of her. Instead, I let my fingers play. I start gently, massaging them back and forth in the slick, sweet excitement that’s gathered. I prime her clit, a combination of pushing and pulling that I know will get her where I need her to be. I’m dying to taste her again, but my dick will revolt at this point, not to mention my poor balls.
“Sabre…”
Her voice is vibrating with need. Her body thrusting and clenching my fingers, already. The fact that she can get this excited, this easily—is a gift. I kiss my way back to her neck, positioning myself over her.
“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” her eyes open slowly, so crystal blue and clear. She looks at me with all the trust in the world. I slide two fingers inside her pussy. Over the brief time we’ve been together I’ve been slowly stretching her, waiting for this day, but there’s only so much you can do with your hands. It’s almost a struggle to sink two fingers into her. Her muscles tighten instantly and she tries to ride them. I hold them still inside her, using my thumb to continue manipulating her clit. “So beautiful and all mine.”
“Sabre,” she gasps out as I begin to fuck her in earnest with my fingers, bringing her body quickly to the point of orgasm. I should be ashamed for not going slower, for not giving her the sweet, slow seduction she should have. She deserves all of that and more, but the truth is I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get inside of her.
I kiss along her darkened pink breast, sucking on the hardened nipple again and just as I feel her pussy spasm around my fingers, I bite down and pull with my teeth. My woman likes a little pain; I’m going to teach her to crave it. She has no idea just what her body is going to be searching for. The thought of being the one to give it to her is a rush like no other I’ve ever had in my life.
As she tumbles into her orgasm, her body shaking and calling out my name, I position my cock at her entrance. I watch as it all overtakes her. It’s a familiar sight. I never let a day go by that I haven’
t given this to her, and usually much more than once a day, but somehow each time it just gets better.
“Annie,” I groan, my cock literally leaking to get inside of her and it takes all of the control that I’ve mastered over the years to keep from thrusting home. Her nails are biting into my back and her body is pushing up into my hand, riding it and taking every ounce of pleasure she can find. It’s beautiful, true, but I need her eyes. “Annie!” Her eyes snap to mine, hers are hazy and cloudy with pleasure. She’s flushed, her lips swollen and wet and my cock slides forward just so the tip sits inside of her—resting…waiting.
“Sabre…”
“Keep your eyes on me, Annie. This is going to hurt, but I promise you it will get better.”
“Please, Sabre. I want you,” she answers, even as her head goes back and another wave hits her.
My mouth crashes down against hers as I drink in her taste and swallow her cries. My cock slides deeper inside. It feels like a damn vise gripping my cock and squeezing it. I feel the thin wall that keeps me from sinking further. This is important. I will be Annie’s first man. Her first everything. I will fucking be her last, but then she will get that from me, too. I know I will never want another woman but Annie. Ever. With that thought ringing in my brain, I break away from her sweet lips. My mouth finds that soft juncture where her neck and shoulder meets, and I bite down and force my hard cock inside her body. She cries out, and I still. Her head is pressed into her pillow. The heels of her feet are shoved deep into the mattress and I’m balls deep inside of this beautiful creature—afraid to move.
Slowly, her eyes open and she looks at me.
“I’m yours now,” she whispers. My heart beats hard against my chest.
“You’ve always been mine, Annie. Since the day you were born. You were made for me,” I tell her starting my ride. She mews this sweet little sound and finds my rhythm and meets me thrust for thrust. My balls tighten and I feel the tingling zip down my spine; I’m about to come harder than I ever have in my life. Before I do, there’s one thing I need to do—one thing I need to give her.
“I love you, Annie. I love you. This seals it, sweetheart. You’re never getting away from me.”
“Love for a lifetime?” she asks, her nails moving down to my ass as she pulls at me, trying to get me deeper. Hell, my balls are pressed against her hot pussy now and wet with her sweet liquid.
“For several, Annie…for fucking ever,” I groan, riding her hard and losing myself in my own climax even as I feel her second one overtaking her, as my cum shoots inside of her. She clinches me so fucking tight, my eyes roll back in my head.
She’s everything…everything.
14
Annie
Just when you think life is perfect, you find yourself standing in front of a rattlesnake and no weapon at hand.
I’ve officially been Sabre’s old lady for a month now and each day just gets better, and I’m not talking just sex—that is phenomenal, however. We make love constantly. Sabre is insatiable. It doesn’t matter where we’re at; he’s made love to me in the bathrooms at the local department store even. He doesn’t try to hold himself back, and I don’t want him to. He makes me feel desirable, sexy, and like I’m the only woman in the world who can satisfy him. I may have been a virgin at twenty-six, but I’m pretty sure that I’ve had more sex than any woman on the face of the Earth. In fact, life is so perfect I’ve almost forgotten about the one thing that could ruin it all for me. That was a mistake. I know that from the number that just showed up on my caller ID.
Sabre is at the club, he’s been dealing with some stuff; I’m not sure what, I don’t ask. I figure if Sabre wants me to know anything about the club he’ll tell me. As long as he’s safe, I’m okay. I’m doing laundry while Lucy is in the living room doing her homework. Latch is in the kitchen fixing a leaking faucet. They’ve become part of the family and are nearly always here. I love it, and I get the feeling that Sabre enjoys it, too—it makes him happy. I care for Latch, obviously not like I do Sabre, but still, I love him. He’s a good guy who has a lot on his plate. Sometimes I catch him looking at me and my stomach gets butterflies. Sabre says Latch is halfway in love with me, but it doesn’t seem to upset him. I figure it’s because he trusts both of us. He should, my heart belongs to him and always will.
The phone call stops all of my thoughts and happy feelings, though. I stare at the caller ID, wishing I could just ignore it.
“Hello, Uncle Carl.” My voice is straining.
“Annie, I think it’s time we had a talk.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have a dinner party…”
“Find a way to make it happen. I’d hate to get your father involved. We both know what happens when you get out of hand.”
My stomach clenches. I’ve tried to block that out of my mind over the years. I was twenty-four and fresh out of college when I went on a date to the local football game. Kent Darby was a math teacher who asked me out and I agreed. I had met him a few times at school functions and football games; however, I didn’t know that he was married. If I had, I never would have agreed. We went out and after dinner, he took me to the local marina and parked. We started talking and it was a fun evening until he started touching me and pushing me to do more with him.
I was inexperienced because of my father, so I had pretty much steered away from men. That night was freeing; I liked it. It got intense; he ripped my shirt. I don’t think he meant to do it; I wasn’t exactly fighting him off, I was curious. But, my door was ripped open and my father drug me out. My breasts were hanging out because my shirt had lace at the top and I didn’t wear a bra. When he saw me like that, he lost it. And when I say he lost it, I mean he went bonkers. He threw me to the ground and had two deacons from his church hold onto me. Then he went after Kent.
This is where Kent explained to my father that he was married, and I had seduced him. Lured him away by using sex. He was weak. The words blurred after that, as well as their faces because I was crying. What woman wouldn’t cry when she’s being discussed like she is to blame for the fall of the human race. After ten minutes of discussing how women were to blame for the fall of man, Kent left. That’s when my father began beating me. I passed out during the beating and woke up in my father’s church. The water in the baptistery had been drained. I was in a chair in the middle of it, tied up, surrounded by my father and three of his most trusted deacons. I was anointed with oil and struck repeatedly by a belt they had blessed. The goal, ultimately, was to show the demon inside of me that they would not allow him to stay. They kept me tied up for three days. My clothes were ripped from my body and I was roughly washed by them to purify me. I honestly thought I might die. Then Sheriff Richardson found me, somehow. He showed up and convinced my father and his crazy henchmen to free me. With the stipulation they let me go to Kentucky, where my Uncle Carl lived, or he would arrest them and continue investigating.
The deal made me mad. I kind of hated the sheriff, even if he had saved me. He could have done more, but when it was all said and done, I was just glad to get away.
“Do you hear me, girl? You ignore me and I will make sure your daddy…”
“I hear you. When?” I ask, once his voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Tonight. Seven o’clock. I happen to know for a fact that man you live with has been staying out late at night. So you don’t have an excuse. Meet me at the old Crossroads Church out on HWY 25. Get here and be alone, or else.”
He hangs up with that dire warning.
“What’s up, Peaches?” Latch asks me as I hang up the phone. I’m sure something in my face alerts him to what I’m feeling.
“It’s nothing,” I lie, trying to shake it off. I turn to go back into the laundry room, a thousand different thoughts swarming in my brain.
I make it back there and my body starts shaking as realization fully sinks in. I forgot, from the time I’ve been in Kentucky, just how much I am afraid to be back around my father. Even when I th
ought about going back home, I never meant it. I never wanted that. My past has left me feeling so insecure and unworthy, and it took Sabre to show me that I am not only normal, but I am exactly what he wants. I’m who I need to be. I don’t know what I believe about the next world, but I do believe that Sabre and I are meant to be together—that we are made for each other. I don’t care if that does make me sound like a Pollyanna.
I stiffen when I feel arms come around me. For a split second, I think Sabre has come home, but it’s Latch.
“What’s wrong, Peaches? Talk to me, honey.”
“That was my uncle. He wants to meet with me.”
“Absolutely not. Sabre told me about your family. He’d shit a brick if he knew you even talked to one of the motherfuckers.”
Even in my fear, I laugh at Latch’s reply. “I need to meet with him, if I don’t, he won’t stop. It’d be best to attack this head on and try to avert disaster. If my father comes here, Sabre will kill him.”
“Then the sorry bastard needs to be killed.”
“Latch, I need to…”
“I’ll call Sabre.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he has his phone out. This won’t go well.
“Damn it!” Latch says, hanging up the phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Shaft says Sabre and the other members are at the old packing plant in a meeting; there’s zero cell service out that way.”
“It’s okay, we can all talk tonight,” I lie. I’m not going to tell him. I’m going to find a way to deal with this before my family takes my happiness from me. I can’t let that happen. I do not want my father anywhere near the state of Kentucky.
I worry all evening about how I am going to get away from Latch. In the end, Lucy makes my job easy. She had forgotten her coach called a dance rehearsal, and Latch had to drive her to the school. By the time she tells him, he doesn’t have time to get Keys to come out, and I somehow convince him I’ll be fine. I give it five minutes after he leaves, get in my vehicle and drive out to the old church.