We’d ordered another cold beer each and now we were taking it slow. Talking things through.
“I had a younger sister too, like your brother Drake did. So, I understand why he would have felt the need to protect you at all times and keep you safe.”
I’d been talking about Drake a lot, I realized, but Bones was opening up on his own. He was actually telling me about his family!
“Just one sister or you have more siblings?”
“Just one sister. Had,” he said, correcting me and when I heard the words, I gulped. There was a flash of something else in Bones’ eyes just then. Was it anger? Sadness? I wanted to know.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry, but what happened to her? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I said, and he shook his head.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t really talk about it with anyone. I’m pretty sure nobody in my club even knows I used to have a sister.”
I watched him as he ran a hand through his dark hair. His olive skin looked so smooth and so rough at the same time. I wanted to touch him, feel the prickle of his stubble underneath my fingertips. I felt like I needed to be reminded again of how strong and firm his muscles were; his biceps when he had his arms wound tightly around me.
I shook my head to push those thoughts away. We were talking about something sensitive here!
“I’m sorry you lost her,” I said the words, watching him as he kept his eyes turned firmly away from me. I could see this was a difficult conversation to have for him.
“Nobody could do anything about it. Her death wasn’t related to violence or clubs or anything like that. She died of an illness when she was eleven years old.”
I nearly gasped when I heard how young she had been when she passed. My hand rose up to my mouth and I gulped. I reached for his hand that was on the table, but it was like he was expecting it. I stroked his fingers gently, but there was no movement from him.
“Bones…”
“She was too young and there was nothing I could do about it.” I could hear that his voice had started to crack. He was staring at a spot on the wall behind my head. The way he had done that night at the clubhouse. Was that what he was thinking about that night too? His sister?
“Bones, you said it yourself, there was nothing you could have done about it,” I said and clutched his hand, but he was barely looking at me. “It was an illness. Nobody could have controlled something like that.”
“I should have taken better care of her,” he said and shook his head. “We were so poor. My family. We couldn’t afford the medical care she deserved, that she needed. If I could I would…”
“You can’t do this to yourself, Bones, you couldn’t have done anything. How old were you?”
“Fourteen.”
“You were a kid yourself! How could you have helped with the medical costs? And whatever it was…” I leaned closer to him over the table, holding his hand in mine and finally, he looked at me. His green eyes were moist, but he was blinking any moisture away. He wasn’t going to allow himself to break down in front of me. “You couldn’t have saved her, Bones. You can’t blame yourself for what happened to her.”
He was staring at me with his jaw clenched, his face as hard as stone. It hit me in that moment, the realization that should have struck me a while ago…the reason why he was so protective of me. Why he wanted me to stay away from Gunther, why he’d spent all these past days being angry about my participation in the plan. He wanted to protect me the way he couldn’t protect his sister.
Didn’t he see how similar we were? We were both living with ghosts of our siblings and we needed to let them go.
We were staring into each other’s eyes and I sighed aloud.
“Our situations are completely different, Bones. With your sister, you couldn’t have defended her against the sickness that took her, but tomorrow, I’m going to be relying on you to shoot Gunther. To keep me safe. I trust you,” I said. And I could see that was what he really wanted to hear.
* * *
It was strange because Bones and I were looking into each other’s eyes. The food and plates and empty bottles of beer were all cleared from the table between us, and even though we were in a public place—it seemed like we were the only two people there.
He wanted to say something more, I could sense that. Maybe he wanted to say something about Gunther, about the mission. Maybe he wanted to tell me about how he wanted me to be safe because he still felt like he hadn’t done enough for his baby sister.
But whatever it was, he gulped it down and kept it to himself. Bones wasn’t the kind of man who was going to spill the beans on his true feelings.
“Do you wanna get outta here?” he said instead, and I knew exactly what he meant by that. He wasn’t just declaring that our ‘date’ was over, he wanted me to go back with him. He’d felt the same surge of desire I felt now that I was looking deep into his eyes.
All I had to do was nod my head and we stood up from our chairs together. He pulled out bills from his wallet and threw them on the table and silently, I followed him outside.
We were back on his bike. My arm was around him. Our bodies were pressed together again and very soon, we were going to be doing more. There was a surge of electricity passing through my body the whole time he rode us back to his apartment. It was sizzling in the air around us. Bones felt strong and masculine in my arms. I leaned my cheek against his back and somehow that was okay to do. Nothing felt wrong or strange anymore.
We were at his apartment building soon. We hadn’t spoken a word, but we both knew what we were doing and what we were going to do next. It was already late evening. We’d spent too much time at the burger joint. Now we were going up the stairs. We were in his apartment. It was dark but Bones wasn’t going to turn the lights on.
I stood with my back to the door, while he stepped in and then turned to me. I wanted to ask him what all this meant. Was this just sex? Because it sure didn’t feel that way, but I couldn’t say the words. I’d never said them before. I was sure he didn’t want to hear it either.
“Come here,” he growled in a low quiet sounding voice that took me by surprise. I stepped closer to him. He gave me his hand and then pulled me to his chest. I fell on him, wrapping myself with his body just the way I loved it. Just the way he knew how to make me feel warm.
And then we were kissing. Slowly and tenderly at first, his tongue sliding into my mouth, parting my lips and exploring me and then his thrusts became wilder, more urgent. He pushed me with his body, back in the direction of the door. I moaned as I felt his cock starting to throb in his pants, getting bigger, more intense now. I moved against him, rolling my hips against his.
Then my back was up against the wall and Bones weaved his hands with mine, our fingers were entangled together. He was pulling my arms up along the wall. My breasts pressed against his chest. His solid wide chest that was so strong. I needed him. I could feel the heat between my legs. The dampness and the heat of my core. It was spreading, getting more violent. I rolled my hips harder against him.
His mouth was on my chin now, then traveling down my neck, down to my chest. He was squeezing my breasts with one hand, flicking my nipples. His hands were all over me, pushing off my clothes. It didn’t take him long. My clothes were pulled off me. My bra was tugged off too and my panties were down at my ankles.
I was naked and I felt empowered because of the way he was looking at me. No other man had managed to make me feel like this before. Like a real live Goddess.
I stood there, with my back to the wall and Bones took a step back to watch me with admiration. His shoulders were heaving, his hand slid down his front till he reached down in his pants and caught his cock and started stroking. Our eyes were locked. He wanted me to see what I was doing to him. To his body. It was sexy as Fuck! To know that I could have this effect on him. That I could do this to him…to a man like him.
I reached for my pussy. My wet, hot pussy and parting my l
egs just a little; I slipped my finger in. I gasped when I felt it sliding in like that and Bones grunted in response. He clearly enjoyed watching me touching myself.
He hurried to take his pants off, then he was stroking his cock hard. I could see it growing, throbbing for me, while I began to rub and stroke myself. My finger slipping and out of me. He had his jaw clenched, his green eyes narrowed and focused on my body. On my swollen clit and pussy.
“You are crazy beautiful,” he grunted under his breath and I felt my cheeks flush. How did he always managed to get that reaction from me? Because I genuinely cared about what he thought of me. I wanted him to want me how I wanted him.
And now his cock grew bigger and stiffer in his hand and I knew it was all my doing. He couldn’t control himself around me.
“Spread your legs, another finger,” he commanded in an authoritative voice. I did as I was told. I stood with my legs farther apart and started to thrust my finger deeper and deeper into me. Not just one finger anymore, but two. I threw my head back, biting down on my lip as I imagined his big throbbing cock inside me. My thrusts became harder, as did his stroking too.
Bones was pleasuring himself while I did the same to myself and it was the most amazing feeling in the world.
Just as I was about to make myself come, I opened my eyes and caught him just in time. He’d taken two large steps and now he was right in front of me. He leaned towards me and I leaned back, my back against the wall. Both our hands were working. His on his cock, mine in my pussy. Our breaths were jagged and rash. I moaned and he groaned, watching each other, our mouths less than an inch from each other’s.
His hot breath fell on my face and then he banged his other hand on the wall, right next to my face. I watched the way his bicep clenched, the muscles in his arms grew taut. He looked so strong and powerful and somehow, that was all the help I needed to push me over the edge and within no time, I was coming. My orgasm flooded with my body and I cried out with delight.
I fell forward on him, rubbing my pussy and clit, moving and twisting my body in ways so that I could feel the full force and power of my orgasm. It took over my whole being, and Bones held me by the back of my head, continuing to stroke himself with his other hand. I pushed my face into his shoulder. I held him tightly, clinging to him as we moved together.
My orgasm was so powerful. I had no idea how to hold myself back anymore. I didn’t even try. This was not the time to be ladylike. I took full advantage of how amazing this orgasm was making me feel. My toes curled and I cried out with joy and before I was even done, Bones was lifting me up in the air. Grabbing me by my waist, tying his arms tightly around me.
He carried me to his bedroom and dropped me on the bed. My legs were dangling off the edge and he stood there, wedged between my thighs as he pulled his jacket off. His shirt off. Then Bones was just as fully naked as me and my body shuddered with the thought of what he was going to do next.
I felt paralyzed with desire. My orgasm had just washed over me and I couldn’t believe I was already ready for more. I wanted him again. I watched his cock come closer to me. He was leaning over me now, bringing himself closer and closer, planning on covering me with his body now. His cock was going to sink into me, and I couldn’t wait. I felt like my breath was caught in my throat.
And then Bones was inside me. I felt his cock push my pussy lips apart and sink deep into me. I throbbed and shuddered against him, feeling myself sink deeper and deeper into the bed while he started moving. Thrusting, ploughing, pushing himself deep into me. I dug my nails into his strong muscular back, and he didn’t even flinch. He kept his eyes keenly focused on my face and I moved my hips against his.
His cock was deep inside me. I could feel him there, settled where my fingers couldn’t reach, and he was pulsating. With every thrust he made, Bones grunted, and he was looking deep into my eyes. My mouth was hanging open, I moved my hips.
“What are you doing to me!” he grunted, in an accusatory tone. Then he grabbed me by my hips and before I knew what he was going to do, he flipped me around.
I was on the edge of the bed now, on my knees, with my butt up in the air and Bones grabbed me and pulled me closer to himself.
His cock entered my pussy from behind, roughly, in one quick tight move. I cried out with pleasure and surprise. He was deep inside me again and we started to move together. In and out, his cock was filling me up, making me complete.
When he became rougher, when his thrusts became stronger and my cries of pleasure were filling the room—we both knew that the end was close. Bones was going to make me come again and he was going to come too.
I rose up. My back pressed to his chest; his arms wound around me. His cock was still deep inside and we were moving, undulating and grunting together till I felt him release.
His cum shot into me and my body shuddered with my second orgasm. It was amazing! I couldn’t describe it…that feeling of complete surrender. Of knowing that in that particular moment; Bones wanted me. This man. The man I wanted too.
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling with satisfaction and exhaustion as we moved together slower now. I could feel his cock pulsating inside me still. His cum was dribbling into me, some of it slid down the insides of my thighs. The wet sticky seed of him. His arms were holding me firmly to himself and I was sure I could see stars in front of my eyes.
He breathed harshly, right in my ear and then finally, his grip started to loosen on me, and I realized we were both crashing down on the bed together. Our bodies bounced off the springy mattress and I turned to face him.
Did he have anything to say or as always, was he just going to keep all his thoughts to himself?
* * *
Bones looked away from me, but he seemed to be relaxed. He wasn’t in a hurry to end this, and neither was I. Whatever this was. Whatever was going on between us at the moment. I had so many things I wanted to ask him, but I didn’t know how to frame the words. What did I mean to him? It sounded ridiculous even in my ears.
“I’m going to get us some towels,” I heard him say, after a few moments of silence in the room. His bedroom was dark, and his bed was comfortable, and I could feel myself getting comfortable already.
What was the protocol here?
Did he want me to leave?
Surely, he didn’t want me to stay. Not a man like Bones!
He returned to the room with two towels and when he handed me one, I found that he’d dampened it so I could clean myself easily.
Talk about being a thoughtful man! Bones was constantly full of surprises.
“I should probably get going,” I said in a low voice, while we dabbed at our bodies with the towels. Bones and I were both sitting on the opposite sides of the beds, barely looking at each other as we cleaned.
“Maybe you should stay here,” came his reply.
I chewed down on my lip, trying to hold back the gasp that had risen in my throat. Was he serious? Had he really suggested that?
“You want me to stay here?”
“For the night. If you want to. If you don’t, I’ll drop you back to your place. You’re not going anywhere alone.”
He threw his towel on the floor and sat back in bed, with his hands behind his head. It didn’t seem like he was in any mood to go anywhere, even though he’d suggested to take me.
I gulped.
He really did want me to stay over.
“I’m quite tired,” I said. Bones patted the bed next to him and I dropped the towel to the floor too. I tried not to smile, not to let on how excited I really was to spend the night here. I slipped in under the covers beside him and we smiled at each other. Why were we smiling? What was going on? What was going to happen next.
It seemed like neither of us were really experienced in a situation like this. So, we just half-sat there on the bed, grinning at each other in the semi-darkness of the room. Till I could feel myself beginning to doze off. I could barely even keep my eyes open anymo
re.
Was he watching me still? I forced my eyelids to flutter open and I saw that Bones was dozing too. We were going to sleep. I slid down the bed, against his body, and I heard him grunt unintentionally and then I was off. Peaceful. My mind was blank because I felt like I had nothing to worry about.
* * *
When I woke up the next morning; I was in his arms. I had no idea how that had happened. How we got tangled up in each other and stayed like that. Neither of us had moved away and now my body was warmed by his.
Bones was still asleep while I managed to slip away from him. My phone, which was on the floor, said it was nearly midday! We’d slept for many hours. Like neither of us had ever slept before.
My clothes were in the other room and I went out of the bedroom in the nude, leaving him sleeping there on the bed.
Everything felt strange now. Like I was a completely new person. The old Thea; the one I was acquainted with, could never have pulled off a stunt like that. What was that about! Why did it feel normal to sleep in his arms all night? To wake up beside him and feel warm and safe?
I was nearly done with dressing up when I sensed movement behind me. I turned and saw Bones standing at his bedroom door, watching me in silence.
“Were you planning on sneaking off?” he asked and from the smile on his face, I could sense he was only joking. I smiled too and ran a hand through my hair.
“I think I better go home and take care of the rest of the day.”
“Yeah, big day for you today.”
He was dressed in just his jeans, and I could still see his unbelievably sexy naked torso. His tattoos and his muscles were so tempting. I just wanted to be embraced in his arms. To feel that masculine scent of him.
Was he going to warn me to be careful? Was he going to remind me again how dangerous this plot was? How dangerous Gunther was?
Bones remained silent, watching me.
“This could be it. It could be the end of Gunther.”
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