Winter

by Michelle Love

  Prick! Making me believe he’s been waiting for me all this time!

  And for a few minutes there, I was believing his lying ass. I should’ve known better. I should’ve never even called him.

  What I should’ve done was go find him, see him in action and leave without saying a word to him.

  At least then my heart and head would agree that love sucks and ends up leaving you hurt.

  The phone rings again as he tries to call me back. I send it on again and then turn my phone off.

  It’s obvious he won’t quit.

  The thing I don’t understand is why me? If he can get any chick he wants, then why does he need to step into my life and give me more pain than I’ve already been dealt?

  I roll on my side and yank the blanket up tightly around me. Tears flow over my cheek even though I tried hard to stop them.

  Fine, I’ll allow myself to cry a little over the ass wipe. But only a little because I knew this was going to happen, and I allowed it, anyway.

  Fuck! I invited it.

  He wasn’t trying to get me into bed that night. He was being a gentleman.

  It was me who suggested he take most of his clothes off and lie with me on the sofa. I knew what I was doing when I said it.

  And it was me who asked him to come to my bedroom. Then I went so far as to ask him to tell me he loved me and would never leave me.

  All me!

  So I am an idiot. Okay, now that I completely realize that about myself I can begin to move forward. Good riddance to bad rubbish. I’m moving on.

  Chapter 3

  BLAZE

  Poor Phoenix is beating herself up for interrupting my phone call and making Angel hang up on me when she thought it was some chick I’d been hanging out with at the bar.

  I promised I’d bring Angel around tomorrow so she could back up my explanation that Phoenix was only looking out for me. She wanted to make sure some woman wasn’t trying to hit on me while I was outside.

  But Angel jumped to conclusions and hung up on me and turned her damn phone off. So I’m on my way over there now to talk or rather, kiss, some sense into her stubborn, insecure ass.

  I thought the conversation was going pretty well up until that moment. Even though she kept telling me, no, to coming over. But my plan is to bang on the door until she has no choice but to open up or call the cops on me.

  I’m a little worried she might take off again so I’m hurrying to get to her house on the outskirts of Sturgis. My headlight reflects off her white picket fence and I also see the reflection of her bike near the front porch.

  Even though the house is all dark, I bet she’s home. I turn the engine off and coast in so she doesn’t hear me and barricade herself inside.

  I park the bike and go up the sidewalk, being careful to be quiet so the dog doesn’t bark and alert her. And suddenly I realize that I have a lot of stalker tendencies.

  Oh well! When in love…

  Slowly I go up the stairs trying hard not to let the steps creak. I twist the handle to see if by some miracle it’s unlocked and find it is.

  “Fuck!” Doesn’t she know enough to lock her damn door?

  I lock the door behind me then sit on the sofa and take off my boots and everything but my underwear and head back to her bedroom.

  As I push the door open, I hear a low growl from her dog. “Hey, Cuddles,” I whisper and she gets up, wagging her tail and jumps into my arms with lots of puppy kisses.

  Aww, she missed me!

  I’m putting her outside in the back yard so she won’t bark when I shut her out of the bedroom because she thinks the bed is hers too and I don’t need any company for my reunion with her mommy.

  I grab her a handful of doggy treats that are in a cookie jar in the kitchen and place her little panting, happy ass out the back door. She wags her tail at me as I close the door.

  In the living room, I ditch my underwear leaving them with the rest of my clothes and go stealthily back into her bedroom. Her tiny snores are still going and she has no idea there’s been anyone in her house much less her bedroom.

  I’m so jumping her ass about leaving that damn door unlocked but that can wait until tomorrow.

  Sliding under the blanket, I can feel her warm body as I face her. She’s lying on her side and her long dark hair is covering her beautiful face.

  She might try to hit me when she wakes up, so I gently run my hand down her arm to hold it down, if need be. Her body shivers with my touch and mine has little shots of electricity shooting around in it.

  I can’t stand not to do it, so I press my lips to hers. A little moaning sound comes out of her and she scoots in close to me. Instead of hitting me, she moves her hand up my arm and over my shoulder and all the way to the back of my neck where she pulls me in to kiss her harder.

  Her lips part and I run my tongue into her mouth. My cock is growing by leaps and bounds as she kisses me. The sweetness of her breath is a thing I missed more than air itself.

  She throws a leg over me as I run my hands over her naked body. Seems she was most likely getting in bed and getting ready to let me come over. Until she went crazy, that is.

  Her soft breasts press against my chest, then her head pulls back a little, and she ends the kiss. Those deep blue eyes are open and looking at me when I open mine.

  Her voice is soft and raspy as she says, “I missed you, Benny.”

  “I missed you. I hope you’re not mad I came in anyway. And you left the damn door unlocked, making it easy. I plan on explaining that woman to you, but it can wait until tomorrow.” I pull her back to me and kiss her neck as she makes a little purring sound.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

  Now it’s me who has to pull back and look at her. “You’re sorry. I bet you don’t say that often.”

  She shakes her head a bit. “Not often enough. But I am sorry and I want to be different with you.”

  Leaving a soft kiss on her cheek, I say, “I want to be different with you too. I’m not the same man when I’m with you. I think the world is made up of rainbows and butterflies when I have you in my arms.”

  She giggles and bats her thick dark eyelashes at me. “You silly boy.”

  “I am silly over you, my Angel.” I kiss her throat all the way down, over her collar bone and make her groan as I take her plump breast into my mouth.

  “Damn it, Benny!”

  I nip her tit then suck it hard. Popping it out of my mouth, I look back at her as her hands run all through my hair. “Don’t ever run off again.”

  She shakes her head. “Never again.”

  “Where are the keys to that set of cuffs you have hooked to your headboard?”

  Her eyes go wide and she gestures with a nod toward her nightstand. I pin her body to the bed with mine as I lean over her and open the drawer to make sure they’re there and see the little set of keys.

  Moving my body over hers, I take her right wrist and place it in the loose cuff, the other already around the bedpost. The click makes her moan and I run my fingers down her body and then inside her, and find her wet and ready.

  “You won’t be running off from me again. If I have to chain your sweet ass up every night, I will do it, you tenacious woman,” I say as I kiss my way down her hot body.

  She arches up as my hands run down her waist and my tongue runs over her stomach. “Yes, Sir.”

  I stop and look up at her and give her a wink.

  “I like Master Blaze when I administer punishments.”

  “Oh yes, punish me, Master Blaze. Show me who I belong to,” she hisses out as she writhes beneath me.

  My fingernails make red streaks as I rake them down her sides. The sound she makes has my dick hard as a rock but I must torture the shit out of her before she gets to feel my liquid heat fill her.

  She does have to be punished after all.

  With a firm grip, I take her ass in my hands and pull her up to me. For almost a minute, I only breathe out hot breaths on her ver
y hot and wanting pussy.

  She knows enough not to ask for more. That tells me that she is practiced and knows how to obey and take what she has coming. Only she’s never been punished by me, so I expect to hear her begging for my mercy before I let her have what she will be craving when I’m through with her.

  One long lick I give her and her moan is outstanding. I look up and see her holding the other bedpost as she tries hard not to move.

  “You need a safe word, baby?”

  “I won’t be using it as I deserve anything you give me. But Apple will work for me,” she answers.

  “Apple it is. And you do deserve everything I give you. You hurt me, you made me wait, and you made me worry.” I lick her again, raking my tongue back and forth over her swollen clit only three times.

  Her body is tense, and she’s soaking wet. These sheets don’t stand a chance.

  “I know. I am sorry, Master Blaze.” Her leg moves to bend her knee and I drag it back into place.

  “And…,” I say then give her another long lick up her hot folds, leaving a nip on her clit.

  “I’ll never do it again.” Her body shudders with desire.

  With a smile, I bury my face in her hot pussy. Licking, sucking, and bringing her to the very edge of an orgasm. But as soon as I feel her body tremble, I stop and stand up.

  Her breathing is hard and fills the bedroom. I have to pace back and forth for a few seconds to stop myself from jumping on top of her and ramming my aching cock into her sweet and very wanting pussy.

  “Damn it, Angel! Why? Why did you do this? All I wanted was to make you happy.”

  “I can’t let myself be happy. It’ll end and I can’t take it.”

  My heart stops and I fall to my knees beside the bed. She turns her head and looks at me with tears running over her cheek. Off the side of the bed, they hit the pink shag carpet in large drops.

  Face to face, I look at her crying. “Let them all out, Angel. Let those tears leave you cleansed of your fears. Let the worries go with each one that leaves your body. I am not that man who hurt you. You must trust me. You must respect me enough not to run away. Or we have nothing. And I so want something with you.”

  Her chest heaves as a sob comes out of her. I find it so hard not to hold her, not to try to ease her suffering. But she needs to release it.

  I stay close. So close we are nearly touching, but I stay back just enough so she can begin to gain that strength that will get her over this insecurity she has.

  “Cry as much as you need to.” I reach into the drawer and get the key to the handcuffs. “Cry until you can’t anymore. Let it go, Angel. Let that guy go. Let all that happened go. I’m going nowhere. I’m yours and you are mine.”

  With the click of the cuff releasing her, she lets out a loud sob. The only comfort I give her is the way that I rub her wrist where the cuff held it.

  Choked words come from her, “I thought what he and I had was love. But I was so wrong. I felt nothing for him now that I know what real love feels like. Yet it did break me when he left me. I had done nothing wrong. I kept a clean house. Kept him satisfied in bed. Cooked for him. Did his laundry and paid half the bills. What more could he have wanted? Why wasn’t I enough for him? Why didn’t he want to take me on his amazing journey around the world? Why, Benny, why?”

  I hold her red face between my palms and place one kiss on her forehead. “Because you and he had a nice time together for a while but you didn’t have an all-encompassing love. If he would’ve held onto you for a bit longer, then he’d have stopped you from meeting me. Your one true love, Princess.”

  She kind of eases her crying a bit and her eyes which are red-rimmed go big, and she looks at me with much more clarity in them. “Benny, you’re right! You’re right. I’d never have met you. I’d have been God only knows where and you would’ve never walked into my uncle’s garage. You would’ve never touched me and sent heat and electricity through me. A thing I never knew possible.”

  “Me neither, Angel,” I admit as I caress her red cheek.

  Her eyes go soft as her expression changes to something more like wonder. “You’d never have kissed me and shown me what a real kiss is. Your body would’ve never held mine down with a weight I wished that I could feel forever.”

  I give her a half-cocked smile. “You would’ve never let me. So you see, not every relationship is meant to last a lifetime. But ours. Well, ours just might. We won’t know unless we give it a shot.”

  “I want to give you a shot, Benny. I want to let the past go and give you all I have. I promise I won’t run again. Can you promise you won’t either?” Her eyes move back and forth fast as she looks for answers.

  I stroke her cheek, softly. “I won’t be running. As a matter of fact, I’d like to make this a lot more permanent. But we can discuss that in more detail after I’ve shown you how much you mean to me. My plans of a lengthy punishment have changed. I think you understand me now. And I think you need to feel my love.”

  She holds her arms open for me. “Come to me, my wonderful master.”

  Her tears have dried up and I think she’s ready to embrace this thing that we have and feel what we have for each other, leaving the old relationship behind her.

  I slide in next to her and hold her to me tight as I kiss the side of her head. Then I lie her back and rest my head on my hand and look down at her as I trail my fingertips over her tits.

  “Okay, we’re going to get to know one another much better,” I say as I circle her nipple, making it grow. “My public information I can leave out since I’m sure you have Googled me to find all that out.”

  She giggles and runs her hand up my arm, squeezing my bicep. “I have. So what about what you really want out of life? Because I saw picture after picture of you with your family and guess what I never saw in any of them.”

  I kiss the tip of her nose that’s still red from crying. “A smile on any of our faces.”

  “That’s right,” she says with a tweak to my nose. “And that’s a real shame because that smile you have is beyond wonderful and a thing that should always be seen. I must see it at least once every single day we’re together, my love.”

  “Unfortunately, happiness is a thing my family isn’t big on. Respect, dignity above anything else, and the ever present power that my grandfather thinks comes along with that. And people with power don’t smile. Or so he says, anyway.” I move my hand through her hair as she smiles up at me and runs her hand over my cheek.

  “I’ve heard no word about a grandmother.”

  I shake my head. “She passed away when my father was born. My grandfather raised him single-handedly. Grandfather was a second generation American. His parents came over from England. And they died young, leaving him alone at the tender age of twenty. That’s when he found the woman he only had in his life for a mere three years.”

  Her eyes go sad again. “Benny, how sad. Did he ever find another woman?”

  I shake my head. “He is a bit of a hard ass. Even though he’s stinking rich, he’s never had another woman in his life. And he says he wants it that way.”

  She cocks her head to the side and narrows her eyes. “Maybe that’s why he’s a hard ass.”

  Maybe she’s right…

  Chapter 4

  ANGEL

  Warm lips press against the nape of my neck. “Good morning, my Angel.”

  I turn in his arms and see his scruffy bearded face and sleepy blue eyes and feel more than I’ve ever felt before. “Good morning to you.”

  My body begins to wake up slowly as his hands run over it. Each stroke making sensations that I was unaware were possible. “I’m taking you to breakfast.”

  “Benny, I can cook.” I rub my eyes and stretch a little.

  “I’m sure you can.” His lips gently touch my cheek. “But I’m taking you to breakfast. So you don’t have to.”

  Suddenly I remember my dog and look around the room. “Where’s Cuddles?”

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�Just now missing her?” He laughs. “I put her out in the backyard last night so you and I could have a little alone time.”

  He rolls over me, climbs out of the bed then lifts me up in his arms. “Benny! I can walk.”

  “I know you can.” He kisses my lips lightly. “But I want to carry you.”

  I can see he’s about to attempt to spoil me. Not an easy thing to do since I don’t allow people to do that much for me. But for today, I guess I can let him have his way.

  Not forever, though!

  Forever?

  Will this last forever?

  I push the thought away so I don’t jinx anything. Running my arms around his neck, I lay my head on his chest. “That was nice last night. I’m glad you came.”

  “Me too.” He puts me down in front of the bathroom sink. “You got an extra toothbrush?”

  I open the medicine cabinet and produce a freshly packaged one I bought just last week. “It’s pink, but it’ll work.”

  He nods and turns toward the toilet and lifts up the lid. I turn to walk out and give him privacy. “Where are you going?” he asks as he looks back at me.

  “To let you have a bit of privacy then I’ll come and do what I have to do.”

  “Stay.” He looks back to the task at hand.

  “No.” I take another step then feel his hand on my arm.

  He flushes the toilet with one hand and holds me with the other. I look down at his unwashed hand. “Yuck, Benny!”

  His eyes run over his hand. “What? My hand too dirty for you because it just came off my dick? That dick was all over you last night and you weren’t saying yuck then.”

  “For God’s sakes, Benny!” I try to pull away but he holds me tight then grabs my other arm too.

  “Look, Angel, I want us to be a nice normal couple. Couples use the bathroom together.”

  With a shake of my head, I say, “Not this couple. I use the bathroom separately.”

  “I’m not saying you can never use it alone. I’m just saying there’s no reason to be shy with me. I’m not going to let you.” He pulls me to the toilet and sits me down. “Now use it. I know you need to.”