by Janie Marie
Every lick and nibble of her sensitive skin was proof the boy was going to destroy her. He wasn’t like Ryder at all. Ryder worshipped her. David wanted to conquer her.
He teased her with a faint caress along the little bows of her panties, causing her to writhe and whine below him.
“I say when you get it, baby,” he said, lightly tugging her panties only to release them back in place.
“David.” She clawed at him and clenched her legs to relieve the ache, but he didn't let her.
“What did I say?’ He grinned, shoving her legs apart, but he finally rubbed hard over her sex. “I satisfy you.”
Oh, the quiver that sent through her had her closing her eyes. Again, he wasn’t letting her have any control. He was David, and he was claiming her his way.
“Look at me when I’m touching you,” he said as his hand finally moved to the edge of her panties. Unlike Ryder, he didn’t push them down. He yanked them to the side and dragged his finger between her slick folds.
“Oh, shit.” She held her breath, holding his stare as he pushed one finger inside her. “Oh God,” she moaned, struggling not to close her eyes. His touch was so hot, and though she started to worry Ryder might’ve made her too swollen because she felt really tight around his finger, she wanted more.
David didn’t look away from her face as he inserted a second finger and started fucking her with his hand. A cocky smile stayed in place as her whimpering bounced around the room.
Then he glanced down. His hand stopped moving, and he darted a worried glance to her face.
“What?” She was drunk off his touch, sitting at the brink of release.
“Nothing.” He pulled his hand free, but he lifted her so fast she got dizzy. “It’s okay.” He kissed her forehead and carried her to the bathroom. He carefully sat her on the counter then leaned over to the sink and washed her period blood from his hand.
Yep. She, Jane Mortaime, had started her fucking period on David’s hand.
“Baby, don’t be embarrassed.” He finally walked over to her, holding out a clean pair of panties and a tampon he’d gotten from her drawer.
She snatched them, even more humiliated now. “Just go.”
He squatted in front of her, his hands on her calves. “No. If I go, you’re going to lock me out. I don’t want to be locked out, and I want to spend time with you. It doesn’t have to be sex to mean everything to me, Jane.”
Ugh, why is he so wonderful, too?
David bent down, tilting his head to the side to get in her view. That gorgeous David Leodegrance smile that haunted her was right there, all for her. “If you really want to, we can. I just wouldn’t think you’d be okay with that.”
Her eyes bugged out. “What? Have sex with you while I’m on my period?”
“People do it.” He started massaging her calves. “We can go in the shower.”
She gaped at him before finally hissing, “I’m not fucking you on my period.”
“All right.” Calm as ever, David leaned down, kissing her thighs. “I was only saying if you’re upset we had to stop, I don’t have to. Your blood doesn’t bother me.”
“That’s gross.” She shoved his head.
A spark lit his eyes as he grinned up at her. “Nothing about you is gross. But I’m not trying to force you. I was only concerned with making sure you’re satisfied.”
“I can’t be satisfied now.” She tried to shove him, but he only balanced himself better and lifted his head.
“Don’t be angry.” He watched her as her embarrassment turned to anger. “I’m not mad or grossed out; I was only worried. I honestly don’t care if you get blood on me, other than I know it might embarrass you.” His attention fell to the apex of her thighs. “Are you still aching to come?”
“Jesus.” She looked away because dammit, she was. He was shirtless, his hair messy from fooling around, and he was offering sex in the shower even though she bled all over his hand. It was nasty but somehow erotic. Fuck, now she couldn’t not think about him fucking her on her period.
“Stand up,” he told her, his tone so firm that her head swung around to stare at him in shock. David appraised her slowly, then scooted back enough to let her stand. “Get up, Jane.”
Why she listened, she didn’t know, but she obeyed.
“Give me these.” He took the tampon and panties, placing them on the floor beside himself. Then he locked eyes with her and said, “Take off your shirt.”
“Why?” Even though she asked, she reached for the hem of the large shirt that belonged to him.
“Because I want to see my woman,” he said, making her feel pretty despite the situation she was in. “Take it off because I’m going to make you come.”
Everything about his words and the serious way he said them had her throbbing between her legs. She had no idea how he would do that when she was bleeding, though.
“How?” she asked, her fingers bunching on the fabric of the shirt she wore.
David stood, and he was a mouthwatering sight wearing only his jeans, and his bare feet on the tiled floor. The corner of his mouth twitched as she ogled him, then he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. Along with his underwear. “With my dick, Jane.”
His dick. Holy shit, his dick. She’d only ever seen Ryder’s, and even the erections she’d seen David sporting beneath his underwear had nothing on the hard-on he had going now.
“I’m not afraid of your blood,” he said. “You shouldn’t be either. But we’ll do what we can to make cleanup easier. Your call.”
She couldn’t look away from him. He was almost as tall as Ryder, nearly as big as him too. Their skin tones were different. She always thought Ryder’s had been tanned permanently in the sun. But the sun’s rays had simply embraced David, enhancing every masterful inch of his body.
“If I’m scaring you, I’ll stop.” His finger slid under her chin and tilted her face up, and he smiled at her stunned expression. “Trust me, baby, I’m down for anything you want.”
“I want you in me,” she blurted, clapping her hand over her mouth. What the hell, she mentally screamed at herself. “No.”
“No?” He chuckled, caressing her jaw as he moved closer. Now his cock was poking her in the stomach. “Do you want to watch me jack off then? Because I’m that fucking turned on right now.”
“How?” she asked, gasping as he moved her hand down and placed it on his dick. “Oh, gosh.”
“Do you know what to do?” he asked when she just held it.
“David,” she whispered, peering up at him. The stupid thing was she wanted to jack him off so badly and then let him fuck her like a bloody animal. Bloody. “I don’t want to see it.”
“See what?” he sighed as her grip tightened on him. Christ, it was so hot and hard.
“The blood.” She pressed her cheek against his palm. “I don't know what’s wrong with me. I have to have you in me, but I’m embarrassed. And they might come and take you away.”
“I’m not letting us do this because you think it’s the only chance,” he said, lowering his hand, prepared to take her hand off him.
Jane grasped him harder, sliding up this time. He suddenly gripped the hair at the back of her head and tilted her face up even more.
“Yes, I’m worried about not having a chance,” she said quickly. “But this is something that’s been building between us, something you and Ryder stirred up, and my whole body is on fire, itching to have more.”
He growled as she pressed her thumb over the rim of his dick. “Does he come in you?”
She froze, but she nodded. “I only want him to come in me for now.”
He nodded. “Yes, that’s better. He’s better.”
Her heart squeezed in on itself, but then David was kissing her like she was his and his alone. “It’s not that he’s better,” she rushed out when he leaned away.
“No, he is,” he said. “I’m glad you have him, but you still get all of me, too.” The way he smiled made he
r want to cry and be loved by him every single day for the rest of her life. “Taking this off?” he asked, touching her hand.
Jane nodded, lifting her shirt over her head.
He took her in before turning her to face the bathtub. His thumbs slid under her panties, and he leaned down, kissing her neck. “If you want me in you, but you don’t want to see, we can do this. Give me the word, and I’m yours, and you’re mine in this moment. If you don’t want it, I’ll make you come anyway, put your tampon in for you, clean you, then dress you so you never have to see.”
Her need was now giving her the most unbearable cramps. They were unlike anything she’d had before because instead of the normal internal agony, she wanted to be thrust into to exchange the pain for pleasure. “You’re not grossed out?” she asked, moaning as he cupped her breasts and pulled her ass toward him, tugging her panties down in the process.
“Not at all,” he said, kissing her neck again. He palmed her ass when her panties fell to her ankles. When she kicked them off, he smiled against her skin and produced a towel before tossing it onto the floor by her feet. “On your knees and lean over the tub.”
Jane had never obeyed so quickly before. She needed him to claim her right now. It might sound stupid, like in one of her books and he was some sort of supernatural badass who considered her his mate, but yes, she needed David to conquer her. She just didn’t want to see the blood.
“That’s my girl.” David dropped down behind her, pushing on her back to make her fully lean over the tub. Her thighs were flush with the sides, and he was already sliding his dick along her slick opening.
She moaned, sticking her ass out like the needy girl she was. “Oh, please.”
“Tell me if I’m too rough,” he said, kissing the center of her back sweetly. “This time will be quick and hard.”
All she did was nod, and then he entered her. She thought the mixture of her juices and blood would mean it would feel less. She wasn’t sure why she’d thought that because it felt like there was more of everything.
“Good?” He panted, just holding himself inside her.
“Yeah,” Jane breathed, her arms quaking as he pulled back to slam into her. Oh, this was different. His strong thighs were cradling hers, his hands on her waist, squeezing, trying to keep her from ramming her hips against the tub.
He was relentless, striving to make her come. It was like he needed her to come for him or he was going to lose his mind. But then he’d give her a sweet caress, sliding a hand along her spine as he chanted, “My Jane,” under his breath.
She cried out when her hand slipped on the tub.
“You okay?” He slowed, moving her hair off her sweaty back.
“My arms are burning,” she told him, moaning at the slower thrusts he was giving her now.
David kissed her neck, then pulled her upright. He held her against him, still moving in and out. “There’s not that much blood. I’m gonna lift you up, okay?”
Right now, she didn’t care if she was unleashing the river of blood from The Shining. He could take pictures as long as he didn’t stop.
He chuckled, squeezing her breasts before pulling out.
“David,” she protested, but he lifted her up, carrying her to the counter.
He put the towel from the floor on it, then plopped her down. There was blood, but he was right, there wasn’t that much, and he had no hesitation when he lined himself up and swiftly buried himself in her. “Ah, fuck, that’s good.”
Yes. God, yes, it was good. Jane moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as he went slow and deep.
“I love you,” he said, his lips brushing her cheek. “This is home.” Deep. So deep. “No matter what happens, this is where you’re meant to be. Right here.”
“Home,” she agreed, hanging onto him. He was hitting the spot that made her toes curl and her breath hitch. Her pulse pounded in her ears as he sped up, hooking an arm under her leg and hiking it up as the other held her ass slightly off the counter. She was more or less getting speared.
Now she was lost. It was like being lit on fire. Painful but beautiful because she knew this boy loved her. He was fucking her, but he was so in love with her. She knew because he breathed next to her ear.
“Just you, my love.” His lips left whispering kisses along her jaw until he was sucking her neck. The beast was back. He hoisted her off the counter and kept her legs wrapped around him. Jane’s instincts overrode her senses, and she held on, assisting him by riding every thrust he gave. “Ah, fuck, Jane.”
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she cried out as the world collapsed around them. Her weak arms trembled as he continued, reaching for his own release.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled, setting her onto the counter again. He pulled out, his dick so much bigger than it was before, as he grabbed himself and jerked a few times before ropes of hot, white come shot across her belly and thighs. The noises leaving him didn’t sound human, and she kissed his forehead as he braced himself against the countertop, giving himself the final strokes to empty his load.
Though she felt beaten and bruised, she smiled and hugged him. His skin was sweltering against hers, but she let him lean against her as he calmed down. The way he nuzzled her, strongly pressing his lips to her shoulder, her neck, and her jaw then licking wherever he felt the desire to, reminded her of a male lion or wolf greeting his mate.
“Not even God will stop me from being with you, Jane.” He kissed the base of her throat. “You’re my heaven. I love you.”
A dreamy smile stretched over her lips as she ran her fingers through his wet hair. She knew she loved him, too. That hadn’t changed. Sometimes your heart just knew. So, she told him. “I love you, too.”
He smiled against her neck. “I know. I’ve always known.”
Jane laughed, leaning against him now. “I need to wash off.”
“Yeah.” Giving her a final kiss, he moved back, turning before she could see any mess she’d left on him. “Let me get the shower warm, and I’ll help you down.”
“Yes, sir.” She saluted him before slouching back.
“Ryder’s lucky,” he said, turning the water on.
He was jealous, and she hid her smile as she met the stare he gave over his shoulder.
“Did you not get lucky just now?” she teased, pulling the towel from under her butt to wipe herself. There was so much come, like he’d been holding it in for months.
Holding his hand in the spray of water, he smirked at her. “I got very lucky. I’m just a bit envious he gets to come in you.”
“Believe me, I want you to.” She hadn’t meant to say that, but it was true. “But I think it’s for the best we limit the risks to one of you.”
The muscles in his back flexed. “Is it that you’re worried about me?”
She frowned, looking up to his face. “Worried?”
“I used condoms with her,” he said quietly.
“I know,” she whispered; he’d told her so in his letters. He’d said how one time he even pretended to come, just so he could stop. “As much as I don’t like Diane, I don’t think she’s been fucking guys behind your back. I don’t think any guy would be stupid to do anything with her if you were sorta with her.”
Slowly, David turned, no shame in the fact there was blood on his thighs and stomach. It looked like she’d dropped red and pink paint all over him. Thank god she no longer had super heavy periods. “No, she had been with one guy before me, but that was it. I got myself tested anyway, after the last time I was with her because I felt sick. I’m clean.”
“I know,” she repeated, holding out her hand. “Baby, I’m not mad.”
His lips twitched. “I’m baby, huh?”
Her cheeks heated; it had just slipped out that way, but yes, he was baby. Nodding, she warmed when he grabbed a hold of her hand, lifting it to his lips for a kiss.
“I thought you were my baby,” he said, moving to stand between her legs.
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�I am.” Jane hooked her legs around his waist, grinning as he lifted her up.
Again, he kissed her like she was only his, not bothered that another held her heart. Confident that she would still be his even if she was Ryder’s, too.
“Time to bathe my girl, then,” he said, carrying her under the water. He didn’t let her see the blood that was no doubt circling the drain. He just kissed her, rubbing his hands over her thighs, squeezing her ass with soapy hands, and licking the water from her skin.
That’s when Jane realized she had her David. The boy she loved for as long as she could remember, who broke her heart to protect her, who set aside his jealousy to make sure she had the world when he couldn’t give it to her.
She grinned, resting her head on David’s shoulder as he cleaned her. Ryder was her world, but David was her sun. Hopefully, they’d keep her so she could figure out what Tercero and Luc were to her.
“Okay, let me rinse you off so you can follow your boyfriend’s orders to rest.” He kissed her head, turning her around. “I need to call your other men before they sneak over.”
“I was just thinking about them,” she mumbled, closing her eyes as he washed her breast as his other hand slipped down between her legs.
“Thinking about them while I’m touching you?” He flicked her clit and making her almost fall. “I’ve got you,” he said, laughing.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” She peered up at him, worried. “I just wondered what they are to me.”
“You don’t know?” He frowned with water dripping down his face.
“I was just thinking about how I view you and Ryder. He’s my world, my rock. But you’re my sun, and you’re thinking about everything and everyone as you keep us warm. I guess he sorta tries to do the same for you, but—never mind.” She stepped away from him to wash the bubbles he’d lathered upon her. “It’s stupid.”
David moved closer, moving her hair away from her neck. “You’re his moon. I see the same thing, and I love watching you glow for him.” Fiery lips touched her skin. “As long as I’m a part of it, I’m happy. And believe me, this was heaven.” His hand came to rest over her heart, and she shivered under the heat. “Are you happy?”