by Zoey Parker
I raised my eyebrows at him. “You know how to make omelets?”
Dante looked wounded. “Baby, of course I do,” he said smoothly. A burst of warmth rocketed through my veins at the way he said ‘baby.’
“What?” Dante asked. “You’re staring.”
“It’s nothing,” I replied with a smirk. I walked over to my dresser, knowing that even though sex wasn’t in the cards for the immediate future, Dante’s eyes were clinging to my naked frame.
“Bullshit it is,” Dante retorted. “What’s on your mind?” I glanced over at him, and he was still smirking at me. “Tell me, Katia. It might pertain to your safety, in which case it’s abso-fucking-lutely my business.”
“It’s nothing about that.” I pulled a pink satin peignoir from the dresser and wrapped it around my body. “It’s just—Well—I used to hate being called babe.”
“Should I stop?” Dante leaned against the doorway and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “Is it something that really bothers you that much?”
I shook my head. “No. I actually—Well, I actually kind of like it now.” I sniffed. “I used to bite guys’ heads off just for calling me that, and now it’s like…” I trailed off, blushing. “It’s like I want to hear that in your voice all day. I just really like it.”
Dante smirked. “Come on, babe. Time for omelets.”
Twenty minutes later, I was staring down at the crystal plate in disbelief. A perfectly fluffy and folded omelet rested in front of me.
“I didn’t even know I had eggs on hand,” I mumbled as I reached for my fork. “Are you serious?”
Dante smirked. “I have to cook for the guys sometimes. Y’know, back at the clubhouse.”
“You cook omelets for your biker buddies?” I covered my mouth with my hand so Dante wouldn’t hear me giggling. “That’s too much. Do you guys sit around with cute little linen napkins, too?”
Dante rolled his eyes. “Eat your damn breakfast before it gets cold.” I watched as he liberally dribbled hot sauce all over his omelet before daintily cutting a piece away with a shining-silver fork.
“This is good.” I chewed and swallowed, savoring the rich taste of cheese and butter.
Dante had included some sautéed mushrooms and peppers, and that along with the tangy scent of cheddar was enough to make me drool even though I’d already started eating. He’d even garnished the top with a fresh sprig of parsley. The whole damn thing was incredible. I couldn’t believe it. I was even scraping the plate for traces of butter and cheese when I was done.
Dante grinned as he reached down and took my plate. “So, you liked it?”
I tried to keep from begging him immediately for a second omelet. “I loved it.” I groaned and looked down at my lap. “And my thighs already look bigger!”
Dante chuckled. He set the plates in the sink and began rinsing off the grease. “And I used real butter, too. You’re gonna have to starve for a week in order to make up for eating that.”
I sat up straighter in my dining room chair. “Well, that’s fine,” I said. “I don’t mind. It was worth it.”
“Maybe later, I can make dinner,” Dante said, then frowned. “I gotta make a call. I’ll do it in the dining room. Just stay here, okay?”
I nodded. As he left the room, I felt a small wave of panic wash over my body. I shivered. I knew I was being ridiculous, but with Dante around, I just felt so much safer. It was crazy to admit that I felt alone after he’d merely left the room.
You’re really losing it, I thought as I glared down at my hands in my lap. Next thing you know, you’re gonna tell him that you want him to move in full-time.
Dante’s voice was low and gravelly from the dining room. I couldn’t understand him very well, but I had a feeling he was talking to someone from his club. My heart sank as I heard his commands become more serious with each passing second. I knew that this situation wasn’t sustainable; after all, it wasn’t like Dante was hanging around because he wanted to. I was a job, a virtual package. I was the reason he was getting paid and the reason he’d be able to help his club.
I swallowed as I remembered our conversation from the other night: Dante wasn’t here because he wanted to be. It was just because I was paying him more than any of the other guarding gigs available.
After what felt like an eternity, Dante joined me once again in the kitchen. We sat down at the table in my breakfast nook.
“So, what was that all about?” I leaned forward and crossed my arms, pushing my breasts together into a nice cleavage. “You were on the phone for a while. You never struck me as much of a chatty guy before now.”
Dante shook his head. It was clear that my jokes weren’t going to work on him at the moment. “I called Troy, my right-hand guy. I told him that he really needs to work on finding out who this asshole is.”
“Oh,” I said softly. “Do you think he’ll find out soon?”
Dante got up from his chair and walked around the table. He pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair. “I don’t know, babe.” The sensation of his hot breath against my neck was enough to send shivers down my body.
“But you’re staying?”
“I can’t leave you now,” he replied. My heart leaped. For a moment, I wondered if he was going to confess to having feelings for me. “You know I couldn’t do that, Katia. I can’t leave you alone and vulnerable. That’s not fair to you, not until we find out who this asshole is.”
“Oh,” I said softly. “Dante, I’m scared. I really thought that everything was over now. Things have been so quiet for the past few days.” I groaned in his arms as Dante pulled me closer, pressing his groin against my hips. He wasn’t hard, but I could feel his cock through the thin pajama pants, and it was all I could do not to shove my hand down, stroke him until he was rock hard.
“I know, babe,” Dante said. He kissed the top of my head. “But I’ll stay here until you’re safe. You don’t have to worry about anything bad happening. I’m right here next to you.”
I nodded. I didn’t feel safe; I felt numb. I knew that I shouldn’t want someone stalking and harassing me, but as soon as it was over, Dante would be gone. I wondered whether or not I’d feel safe after all of this was over. Just because it happened once didn’t mean that it couldn’t happen again, and suddenly I had a flash of fear. What if I spent my whole life falling in love with unavailable men just because they were guarding me?
Dante slipped his fingers under my chin and tilted it up until our eyes met. My heart was racing in my chest, and I moaned as Dante crushed my head to his. Our lips met. He tasted like butter and salt, and slowly, Dante slipped his tongue into my mouth. The sensation of his body against mine and his mouth on my own made me weak in the knees. I closed my eyes and felt them roll back into my head as Dante nibbled on my lower lip and stroked my tongue with his own. He was such an incredible kisser. So desperate, so hungry.
Like he really needs me, I thought as I kissed Dante back with equal ardor.
Dante wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me gently into the air. I wrapped my legs around his strong, muscular abdomen. As he carried me into the bedroom, I was barely aware of moving through time and space. Being held in Dante’s arms was the most comforting feeling in the world.
It wasn’t about being safe; it was more like being completely tucked away and hidden from the world. It was like Dante and I were the only two people left alive, and we somehow had to nourish our connection, make it grow by loving each other.
Dante set me down on the bed with a gentle thud. I tangled my hands in his unruly dark hair and tugged his head close to mine. My lips felt raw, flayed in the cool air of the bedroom before Dante’s hot mouth plastered itself against my own. As he climbed on top of me, my back crushed against the silk of the sheets. They’d cooled since we’d woken up together, but now I could feel the material heating underneath my body with the intense passion that swarmed around Dante and me.
“Mmm, God,” I moaned into Dante
’s mouth.
He sucked on my lower lip, sending sensational thrills through my body, and slid his hands down my silky lingerie. My breasts sprang to life at his touch, and I felt my nipples grow stiff and sensitive as Dante brushed against them through the fabric of my peignoir. He knew exactly how to touch me. His touch was both rough and gentle—I closed my eyes and arched my back as Dante’s hands glided over my stomach and between my thighs.
“You’re so sexy,” Dante growled out. He leaned closer and nipped at my neck. Then he slowly began to suck in a tantalizing way that filled my body with erotic fireworks.
I knew I should push him away because I’d have a big hickey if I didn’t, but the sensation was too pleasurable. I began to writhe and twist against Dante’s body. He gripped both of my wrists with one of his large hands and pinned them over my head until my fingers were grazing the headboard. As Dante spread my legs with his free hand, he crawled in between them and pressed a knee against my silk-covered labia. I moaned loudly and threw my head back.
My wet hair clung to my forehead in unruly strands but, for once, I no longer cared about what I looked like. Dante lowered his face to my chest. He nuzzled my stiff nipples through the pink silk, and I groaned, desperately wanting him to take the aroused flesh into his mouth. Finally, he began gently sucking one of my hard nipples through the thin silk of my peignoir. It felt incredible. Tiny fireworks exploded between my legs as Dante continued to gently rub his knee against my crotch while sucking on my nipple.
Straining against his grip, I tried to move my arms, but Dante held me firm. I had the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, enhanced by the fact I couldn’t move at all. Instead, I groaned and shifted my hips against his body. I wanted more, more, more—I wanted all of Dante.
I wanted him to fill me with his cock, to come inside of me until he was drained and dry and exhausted. Growling with lust, I finally managed to free my wrists from Dante’s grasp. Reaching down, I slid my fingers down the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled them away from his skin.
When I saw his hard cock, I gasped again. He was so beautiful. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, clothed or naked. Naked, he looked like a statue of a Greek god. His flesh was like sculpted marble, like the finest and most costly material in the world.
As I slid my hands down his perfectly muscled torso, Dante groaned softly in the back of his throat. The sound was just enough to jolt my arousal into overdrive, and I tangled my fingers in his pubic hair and gently tugged until he’d crawled closer between my legs.
I smirked up at Dante as I slid my hands down my body and parted my silk peignoir. As he pressed the head of his hard erection against my soaking labia, I moaned and arched my back. I wrapped my legs around Dante’s waist to pull his cock inside of my pussy. I was so wet that there was already a massive wet spot underneath of me on the silk, and Dante’s cock felt so good. As he slid inside of me, he let out a loud moan of delight.
Dante leaned over my body. He was breathing hard, and I could feel his chest heaving with the effort of his arousal. As he moved against me, his cock slid all the way inside until he was buried to the hilt. I moaned and squirmed; the sensation was overwhelming and incredible. I could barely breathe as Dante began to pulse his hips on top of me, gliding in and out of my soaked pussy with incredible ease.
After a few seconds, I felt my own breath begin to catch. Tightening my grip around Dante’s waist, I pressed my hips against his and began to rock my body in the same slick, sensual rhythm. We moved together like a well-oiled machine, Dante pumping in and out of me like a piston. His cock filled me so perfectly that it seemed as though we had been designed for each other.
As Dante tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked my neck back, I let out a shuddering moan. His hot lips and tongue found a sensitive spot on my neck, and I cried out with pleasure as his tongue swirled warmly over my skin.
The room was soon filled with the heated, musky perfume of lovemaking. I closed my eyes and breathed in it, savoring the scent of Dante and myself together. His fingers found my nipples and began toying with them; as he pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I grunted softly and cried out.
The sensations that filled my body were so incredible that I could barely stand it. I was having trouble breathing. Somehow, holding oxygen in my chest made the delightful fireworks between my legs seem all the more powerful, but I gritted my teeth and ground my hips against Dante’s frame with all of my might.
Suddenly, Dante pulled away. Before I could ask what had happened, he dug his fingers into my hip and flipped me over on the bed. Dante slapped the insides of my thighs, and eagerly, I spread my legs again. As Dante mounted my thighs, his soaked cock slid inside me. I gasped at the sensation of being taken from behind; it was somehow even stronger than when I’d been lying on my back, seconds before.
Dante tightened his grip around the back of my neck and furiously fucked me as we bounced together on the bed. My face was buried in his pillow, and I bit the pillow to stifle the moans as Dante’s fingers slid around to the front of my body. Seconds later, I felt his strong grip rubbing my clit.
It was too much to bear. I held my breath until I thought I was going to explode from lack of air. The delicious exploding pangs in my lower belly reached an all-time high, and I let out a loud wail into the silk pillowcase as my fierce orgasm began to tear through my body. Dante could feel it, too. He was shuddering and bucking on top of me, his cock pulsating with the force of his own perfect climax.
I’d had orgasms before, but nothing like this. It was even better than the last time Dante and I had slept together. Our bodies moved in a furious rhythm, milking each other of all energy and lust. I groaned in delight as I felt Dante’s cock spasm once more inside of me. As he pulled out, I shivered on the silken sheets.
Dante rolled me onto my side, using my hipbones as a handlebar. “Hey,” he said. He smirked at me. “That was incredible.”
I licked my lips; they were salty with my sweat, and the remains of breakfast. A thick musk hung heavy in the air, and I breathed in, saving each moment.
“It was,” I said softly. My face was hot and flushed. My heart was still thumping in my chest, and I was shaking from the insanely powerful orgasm that had just ripped through my body like a hurricane through a small beach town.
“What’s wrong?” Dante frowned. He ran a hand through his dark hair, making it stand on end. I giggled. He looked so silly like that, even with his dozens of biker tattoos. “Is everything okay?”
I nodded. “I need to talk to Anya. You think I could go out to lunch with her?”
Dante’s frown deepened. “That’s not a good idea. Come on, Katia. You know that. Don’t be stupid.”
“I feel better,” I insisted. It wasn’t exactly a lie because I did feel much better about everything after having such amazing sex with Dante. But now I was worried about something else entirely, and it wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with Dante.
“I don’t give a shit if you feel better,” Dante said. His tone was infuriatingly calm, and suddenly I felt a hot burst of anger explode in my chest. “My job is to make sure that you stay in one piece, and I don’t know how sure of a deal that is if you plan on goin’ out all the fucking time.”
“What the hell?” I stood up and put my hands on my naked hips. The chill air in the room was enough to make my nipples grow hard once more, but I knew I had to ignore the way Dante was looking at my body or else things would be even worse. “You can’t control me, Dante!”
“I know,” Dante said. “God help the man who tries to control you.” He smiled with his mouth, but his eyes stared hard and angry. “What the hell is so important about seeing Anya right now, anyway?”
I frowned. “I have a very important schedule, you know.” I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater. Without putting on panties or a bra, I slid the jeans over my hips and buttoned them smoothly over my flat tummy. Dante’s eyes didn’t
leave my body as I pulled the sweater over my head and smoothed my still-damp tangle of blonde hair.
Dante rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered. “Call her and set something up. I’ll stand guard outside while you eat.”
I blinked. I hadn’t actually expected him to agree. Even though that was exactly what I’d wanted to hear, it hurt somehow. It made me think that Dante didn’t even care. It reminded me that I was just a job to him.
A job and a warm hole, I thought as I wrapped my arms tightly around the sweater covering my abdomen. And that’s all I’ll ever be.
With Dante’s eyes still watching me, I picked up my phone and dialed Anya. Bless her, she answered on the first ring.
“Katia? Is everything okay?”
I nodded, forgetting temporarily that Anya wasn’t in the room to see me. “Yeah,” I said. “Hey, do you feel like getting a coffee?”