by C. M. Steele
“This place looks wonderful,” Roxie cheers, handing me a beer.
I take it from her with a flat expression. “Thanks.”
“What’s wrong?” She pops onto the sofa, crossing her legs and staring straight at me.
“It’s Danny, isn’t it?” Crystal chimes in, slipping on her light jacket.
“I don’t know what to do about us.”
She sighs and reaches for my hand, giving it a squeeze. “My brother’s a great guy. I don’t know what happened in your past, but my brother isn’t the kind of guy you think he is. He’s madly in love with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me. My brute just pulled into the driveway, so it’s time for me to go. See you soon. Don’t let your past ruin your future.” She hugs me close, then opens the door to Boomer standing there with a smile.
“Hello, ladies. Goodbye, ladies.” He waves to us and they walk out, closing the door behind them.
“So tell me about the MMA fighter.” She rubs her hands together before setting them under her chin.
“Not a chance.”
“Come on. I want some gossip. He’s fine as hell.” She puts her hands up, reading my deadly expression. “Chill, chill. I’m not interested, but it’s obvious. I mean, who doesn’t think they’re some hot twins?”
“I get it, but that’s what makes it hard. He’s too damn hot and popular. Bitches throw themselves at him.”
“And yet…he wants you. It’s not like you’re not smoking hot as well. He’s got great taste, by the way. Crystal’s right. Don’t let your demons steal your joy.”
“I’ll try.”
Chapter Nine
Daniel
Refusing to contact her has been the hardest week of my life. I thought the past three months had been brutal, but this self-imposed silence is deafening. She hasn’t bothered to call either. I’ll be seeing her ass tonight one way or another.
When Doc and Sophia show up to Boomer’s house without Sammie on Christmas Eve, I want to snap. She’s my woman, and I need to find her and bring her to me. We should be celebrating the holiday together. “Where is your sister? Or do you not give a shit about her now that you’re married?”
“What the fuck, Daniel?” Sophia challenges.
“Daniel, I don’t know why you care, but she’s at work right now. And I do care about her, but she’s a grown woman who can do what she wants.”
“I need a beer.” I don’t typically lose my cool, but Sammie brings it out of me. A few hours later when Doc and Sophia go home, I head out, looking for my woman.
The theater is still open for another hour when I walk to the box office. “Sorry, bud, but all the movies are already started for the night. Do you need a ticket for tomorrow’s showings?” I look at his name tag and then address him. “Elvin, I’m not here for the movie. I’m here for her.”
He turns his head to where my hand is pointing. As if she hears or feels me, she spins around. A smile crosses her face and she comes my way. “Danny, what brings you here?”
“I came to pick up my girl. Are you ready?” I love the look on her face.
“I’m about to leave in ten minutes.”
“Good, Vixen. Get ready because I want to spend the night worshiping you.” I kiss her softly and then let her go. “Get going, woman,” I growl, patting her ass.
A low grunt of disapproval comes from my left side, and I completely forgot about the assistant manager. I twist my head and look at the fucker like he’s got a serious issue. He’s not her boss and needs to mind his own shit, or I’m going to make it difficult for him to walk. “Excuse me. Do we have a problem?”
“This is a workplace.”
“Then why aren’t you working? Mind your business.”
“You’re the one who has to deal with the Riders. They aren’t going to take kindly to having her played.”
“What makes you think she’s going to get played?” I can’t believe this guy. Does he think that she’s going to leave me for him? I wonder if they dated before or if he’s just interested. He’s not bad looking or anything, but I still don’t like the fucker.
“Because you’re not good enough for her.” Yep. He’s after my woman. I don’t care if they were together before. She’s mine, and he can’t have her.
“You don’t know me, boy, and you better learn really quick that I’m the only one for her. I won’t even tell you again. If you know what’s best for you, you’ll keep it professional.”
“I’ll be there to pick up the pieces.”
“Of your jaw.” I don’t say another word. He’s not worth my time, so I head inside and look for my woman. She’s talking to an employee behind the snack counter.
“I’m just finishing up. Follow me.” She leads me through a metal door and into a large office. “You can take a seat while I get everything squared away.”
I don’t take a seat. Instead, I ask the question I need an answer to. “Was there anything between you and that fuck out front?”
“No,” she says, looking at me like I’m absurd. “Don’t go acting jealous. He’s nothing but an employee.”
“A male employee that’s ready to do battle with me.”
“There goes that brute mentality.” She rolls her pretty eyes and takes a step toward her seat.
I grasp her wrist and pull her to me. Her soft chest slams against mine. “Vixen, being a brute would be me pinning you to the desk and burying my cock so deep inside you.”
“That brute… I just may like that.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me, babe. Hurry up with your work.” She waves me off and ducks her head to look at the documents on her desk.
A few minutes later, we walk out of the office hand in hand. The dweeb scowls at me but turns his smile on Sammie. I’m ready to knock his head off, but I don’t want to give her the idea that I’m unstable.
We head back to Sammie’s place in her car, so her brother doesn’t know I’m here. He and my sister must still be at Boomer’s house. I need to confront Doc already about Sammie and me before our relationship can really move on. I’m not worried about Doc, but I hope the fucker doesn’t want to fight with me. I’d have to drop his ass, and that wouldn’t help make Sammie trust me.
The second we are through her door, she attacks me. Her hands thrust into my hair and her soft lips press against mine. I growl, lift her up, and wrap her legs around my waist and deepen our kiss.
The only thing that stops me is the giant tree that lights up her apartment. I set her down on her feet. “Wow, Vixen. You’ve outdone yourself.”
“Thank you.”
“Is this for me?” I ask as I see a Santa hat hanging on the coat rack. I scooped it up and then put it on.
“Damn, I’ve never wanted Santa to come down my chimney so badly,” she moans, reaching for my belt.
“If you open your pretty mouth, I might just have to.”
She drops to her knees as she pulls the belt from the loops. I growl, lifting off my shirt and tossing it onto the floor. I feel her hands on my shaft, testing my hardness. I drop my gaze and groan. Her mouth parts so enticingly as she stares at my cock like it’s a fucking pleasure to be on her knees for me.
Her tongue slips out and brushes across the tip, and I nearly nut. She’s everything to me and having her touch me is enough to drive me over the edge. My eyes roll back as she closes her lips over my head. She’s tentative at first, but the growl that rips from my throat spurs her on. Sammie brings her hand to the base, stroking the rest of my shaft she can’t take down. I reach around and pull on her long ponytail, slowly rocking my hips and driving my cock a little deeper. She gags but doesn’t stop. Instead, she works faster, moaning and squeezing her breast with a free hand.
“That’s it, baby. I bet your pussy’s soaked. Do you want my tongue between your legs?” She answers with a moan. Growling, I pull my cock out of her mouth and then lift her onto her feet before scooping her up into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. I carry her sexy ass to the sofa and peel
off her dress pants, running my hand over her wet panties. “I knew it.”
“Well, I love the way you moan.”
“Same here, Vixen. I’m about to make you moan, scream, and come for me before I fill up your pussy.” I drop my head and kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, dominating until we’re breathless. When I pull back, she lifts her blouse over her head, revealing a lacy, nearly see-thru bra. My mouth latches onto one nipple through the material, feeling wild and ravenous. I move down her body, licking and grazing my teeth over her skin. I slide her soaked panties down and run my lips down her legs, and then kiss my way up. My hands skim her soft thighs before lifting them over my shoulders.
Parting her folds, I lick her over and over, sucking on her clit until she bucks her hips. Then I thrust my finger inside, feeling her walls clench tightly as I work my mouth over her little nub. Her moans grow until she’s creaming on my tongue while hollering out my name. My dick dribbles pre-come onto the floor, and I need to be in her. I kneel between her legs and push my cock through her entrance. She sits up and wraps her arms around my neck, and I get to my feet before sitting on the sofa with Sammie straddling me. I tighten my grip on her ass and lift her up and down on my cock.
“Damn, ride me.”
“Danny, I’m so full. Oh shit, how am I this close to coming again?” she sobs and then kisses me, biting my bottom lip and sucking on it before crying out. “Fuck me.” I flip her onto the sofa and pump into her pussy, flooding her with my come as her body quakes.
She has a cuckoo clock that chimes, letting us know it’s midnight. “Merry Christmas, Sammie.”
“Merry Christmas, Santa.” She rolls her hips.
“Keep that up and I’m going to take you again,” I warn her, and the little witch does it again.
I stand up with her in my arms and my dick hard in her warmth. “Bedroom.” She points and giggles until I start walking. It’s going to be my favorite Christmas yet. The night is young, and so are we.
Chapter Ten
Sammie
He carries me to the bed, my back hitting the mattress with his body covering mine. My heart races as I look up into his beautiful eyes. I need him still. It’s as if two orgasms aren’t enough. I want him to make me scream with pleasure for the rest of my life.
“You’re sexy, Sammie. Can you be a good girl and come for me again?”
“I’ll try.”
This time we move slower, taking our time kissing, feeling our way over one another until we both come at the same time. He rolls onto his back and his muscular body holds mine as we catch our breath.
A rumble in my stomach interrupts the silence.
“Looks like someone is hungry.”
“I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
“Did you eat dinner?”
“Um…”
“I’ll take that as a no. Come on. I’m sure you have something to eat in here.” He gets to his feet, naked, with his perfect body on full display for me to admire. “Let me put some clothes on so you don’t get distracted.” He winks and runs out of the room to where we threw our things. I slide on a robe and walk out to meet him. Damn, he’s so sexy.
His phone beeps with some sort of notification. He smiles sheepishly, then reads the message and laughs. “We have an early-morning breakfast at Doc’s.” He rubs the back of his neck and says, “Yeah, so…I’m going to need to head back to Boomer’s to be here on time.”
“Oh.” I can’t hide the sadness in my voice.
He bites his bottom lip and then releases a frustrated sigh. His eyes widen and he exclaims, “You know what? I have a better idea. I’m going to have my brother drop off my suitcase before they come over in the morning.” He sends a quick text and gets a response back.
“He said okay.”
“Great. Are you hungry?”
“Famished.” He rubs his six-pack abs, causing me to unconsciously lick my lips.
“Vixen, let’s eat and then I’ll gladly feed you more of me.” He smirks and winks, looking even sexier. I’ve gone from being prudish to be insatiable in a matter of days. I can’t believe myself. The thought of it makes me laugh.
He’s digging through the fridge, hungrier than I assumed. “What’s so funny, sexy?”
“I’m just thinking lustful thoughts about you. It’s all new.”
“I doubt that,” he scoffs, moving to the pantry.
“Well, I mean the whole sex thing. Not the dirty thoughts.”
He spins around with a box of Aunt Jemima pancake mix. “Fine. How about some pancakes?” I can make it from scratch, but sometimes it’s just easier than getting all the ingredients especially when I make them only for Joseph and me. Well, I used to, but there’s still no need to whip up many so I’ll stick with the premade.
“Sounds good. I’ll get started on them.” I reach around to the kitchen island. The carriage house is small, but the kitchen is a pretty decent size.
He sets the box down and grabs my waist, lifting me onto the stool. “I’ve got it. Sit your pretty ass down.” He spins around the kitchen looking for something. “Well, point me to all the tools first.” Giggling, I help him, and we make the pancakes as a cute couple. Fear hits me, and I wonder if this is smart. Hell, I know it’s stupid and he’s going to crush me later, but I can’t stop feeling this way.
Once we polish off three medium pancakes, he helps me clean up, something Phil never did with my mother. He wouldn’t touch the kitchen even when she was strung out or too beat up to cook or clean. It’s two in the morning after a very long day, and he’s doing what he can to make it easy on me.
“Now, beautiful, on to the bed.”
“I can’t go to bed on a full stomach.”
“Oh, I didn’t say we were sleeping.” Laughing, he flips me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom for another intense round of lovemaking.
Our explosive passion ebbs as peace washes over us. I can lie like this forever with him, but I should be running for the hills.
I drop my head and tuck it under his chin, absorbing his strength. I've fallen madly in love with this brute despite my better judgement and common sense. He's everything that I find repulsive in a man. He's arrogant, demanding, dominant, and the opposite sex flock to him in droves.
"I love you, Vixen," he whispers as he falls asleep. I gasp, but the sound is muffled on his chest. I hold back the words from my mouth, not because I don't feel them, but because I'm scared of the repercussions of uttering the truth and what it will do to me if this is nothing but a fling. I sneak a peek up at him to see if he's awake, but he has his eyelids shut. I give in to the words and return my own declaration. "I love you, Daniel."
Chapter Eleven
Daniel
I do my best to keep my eyes closed and my heartbeat steady as she says the words I long to hear, because she doesn't trust me. She's scared that I'm using her to get back at her brother or that I’m that guy who cuts and runs, but what Sammie doesn't know is that she's the reason I'm pissed at Doc. He let his stupidity take forever to clear, leaving me waiting to claim my own woman. I couldn’t just go into Steeleville and win her when my sister was hurting for that asshole. It wouldn’t be right. Besides, Sammie gave me no reason to believe she’d welcome a relationship.
She loves me now. That’s something I'm sure of, but we can't get past this if she doesn't understand that I'd move mountains for her and I'm not going anywhere. I groan after a moment, squeezing a little tighter before letting go. She sighs and then gets up out of bed. I wait two minutes before rolling again and pretending to feel for her, opening my eyes and looking around the room, the light coming from the bathroom a little blinding. Once they adjust, I call out her name. "Sammie." She doesn’t answer. Instead, I hear the shower running. Why the fuck is she taking a shower unless she's planning on trying to get rid of me? We were all cozy and falling asleep.
I go into the bathroom and see her in tears. "What the fuck?" I growl. I open the glass door an
d climb in behind her, wrapping my arms around hers, bear-hugging her. "You're scaring me, Vixen. You're my everything. Does it bother you that I love you?" When she doesn’t respond, I add, "You know what your brother and his friends are capable of, and yet, you aren't scared of them."
"They can't break my heart."
I loosen my hold around her waist and spin her to face me. Reaching up, I tip her chin and promise, "I'd never do that to you."
"How would you know? You're famous, handsome, and women worship you.”
“Because I live for you. Three of the longest months of my life were waiting for your brother to act. I couldn’t go after you knowing that Sophia was being left behind. My sister was already a mess because your brother ghosted her. If I came for you and he didn’t come for her, she would have been devastated.”
“You wanted me all this time?”
“Woman, I only let you come back home to work because it’s what you wanted. If you never wanted to see me again, I don’t know what I’d do, but I would have stayed away because it’s what you wanted.”
“I don’t want you to be away from me. That’s why it’s scary.”
“Sweetheart, you’re a one-punch knockout. You stunned me and knocked me on my ass from day one.”
“Kiss me, Daniel,” she demands, looking up at me with those doe-like light brown eyes. I don’t hesitate for a second. My mouth is on hers, giving her what she wants. We don’t make love again. Instead, once I wash both of us, we head off to bed for a few hours of sleep.
****
My phone goes off like crazy as I hurry to put on the clothes Mike dropped off a little while ago.
“I need to talk to your brother. I don’t want to hide our relationship from anyone.”
“I know, but we don’t want a fight on Christmas Day. We can talk to him tomorrow.” Seeing my irritation, she adds, “I promise.”
“Fine. They are pulling into the gate, so I have to run out.”
“I’ll be a few minutes behind.” She kisses me and then scurries to finish changing.