by Nikki Wild
“Grizz,” I started, but he cut me off.
“And now, you’re here. We’re here together and there’s no fucking way that should have happened. I’ve done great and terrible things. I don’t deserve a miracle. You’re my fucking miracle, Kate.”
“Is that true?” I asked.
“Which part?”
“That you took a bullet, thinking of me.”
He smiled. “Have I ever lied to you?”
I rose from the bed. “Only once. But you sure as shit made that one count.”
Grizz sagged with despair, but I didn’t care. It was his fault. We had something great. I’d been more than supportive of him going back to the war instead of joining his life with me… but he never came home.
“I’m not going to deny that I want you, Grizz. I want you so fucking bad it makes my heart sting. I would suck the soul right out of you straight through your cock… but I can’t.”
He glanced up at me sadly.
“Not unless it’s on my terms.”
“And what are your terms?”
I ran my fingers through his hair, making a few quiet passes before gripping it and pulling his head just slightly back, staring down into his stony eyes.
“Explain yourself. Tell me everything.”
His eyes darkened.
“Do that, and I’ll surrender myself to you. Willingly. Grizz, I’ll fuck you so good and so hard that angels will weep…”
He swallowed.
I could see the lust burning in his eyes.
“But I need the whole story, Grizz. Everything. Whatever went down back then… lay it all out for me.”
“I need time,” he replied again.
“Take your time, then,” I snapped. “But just know that every day you drag this out is another day that you won’t have my body twisted against yours…”
Grizz was practically sweating.
But I let go of his hair and sauntered away, letting him watch me walk. If he was going to be a stick in the goddamn mud, then I was going to give that stick the hardest wood of its life…
I’d use sex as a weapon.
He owed me an explanation, and if pushing him wasn’t giving me what I wanted, then I’d just give him the bluest balls a biker has ever had.
I just had to hold out longer than him…
Ten
Grizz
Little did I know that Kate’s words weren’t a warning – that was her way of declaring war. But I learned the truth soon enough.
It started the following morning. I woke up off the couch to the smells and sounds of instant coffee brewing. Surprisingly, Kate brought me a cup as I sat up straight and brushed my eyes.
But when I opened those eyes…
Kate was wearing a tight, worn tee, a pair of cute panties, and nothing else. She was mocking me with her flirtatious grin, letting her fingers brush mine as she handed the warm, steaming mug over.
“Looks like part of you is faster to rise than the rest of ya.”
I glanced down at my stiff morning wood with a sigh. It was tenting my boxers, threatening to peak out for her.
“What’s gotten into you today?” I asked cautiously, kicking back a bit of searing coffee.
“Nothin’. Just admiring the sight,” Kate smiled mischievously, eying my bare chest. “I’ve missed your huge cock.”
I almost choked on the coffee.
Not great to do when it’s volcanic hot.
“This is about last night,” I groaned, setting the mug down and rising in front of her. I could see the air slip from her warm lips as she eyed my muscular shape.
Two can play at this game…
“Maybe,” Kate smirked. “But you know the rule. If we’re gonna play…”
“I need a shower,” I muttered.
She raised an eyebrow. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Without a single moment’s hesitation, I shucked my boxers down to my ankles and kicked them off. Standing tall and naked in front of her, I funneled my earlier moment of irritation into a smug smirk.
Kate couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock. It was harder than ever, aching for her touch.
“Feel free to join me if you want,” I grunted, stepping past her and wandering towards the bathroom.
That’s right, I muttered to myself.
Play with me all you want, Kate. But just remember… I play for goddamn keeps.
I didn’t notice the noise of the shifting door as I lathered up my hair not ten minutes later. It was only when the shower curtain scraped aside that I realized Kate was taking me up on my offer.
Holy shit, she’s still got guts.
Kate’s body was just as fucking amazing as I remembered. Her curves had filled in wonderfully, rounding her out in all the right places. Her hips begged for my clenching fingers around them during a strong, feral fucking, and her breasts?
Don’t get me started on her breasts.
Perfection. Kate’s were still the best I’d ever seen, just the perfect size for my hands. Her rosy, perky nipples begged for the hungry touch of my lips.
Then my eyes slipped down to her pussy. Kate had always kept things trimmed down to a cute little landing strip. Her slit drew my attention and held it. I wanted so badly to taste it, to roll my tongue against that clit of hers and drive this woman to the fucking brink…
This was a beautiful body that needed to be dominated, and I was just the man to fulfill that role.
Kate mustered up a brave, seductive face.
“Uh-uh,” she wagged a finger. “No touching. You want to play the let’s get naked card, that’s cool. But that’s a two-way goddamn street.”
She slipped into the tiny shower behind me, pressing against my skin as she reached for the shower gel.
Every brush of our naked, wet skin together sent electricity crackling down my nerves. I turned my back and continued my routine, knowing that she was right behind me, almost pressed against me.
Each movement touched me somehow, and it drove me crazy. I had to have her. I needed to pin her against that slick shower wall and soak that beautiful fucking pussy in more ways than one.
I couldn’t let her win at this game.
No… I wouldn’t let her win.
So, I waited until I was finished cleaning myself up, pressed a hand to the wall in front, and I began to carefully stroke my hard erection.
Kate immediately froze behind me, her back close to mine. That’s right, I thought. This is where the line gets drawn, right?
If she wasn’t going to fuck me…
Then I’d up the stakes.
She didn’t move as my breathing slowed, growing heavier with my satisfaction. Sure, I would have loved to hike Kate up in my arms and plunge my stiff rod deep into her soaked body, but… this would do.
A week ago, I would have never guessed I’d see Kate again, let alone jack myself off in the shower against her…
I let a few low growls out, enjoying the way my fist rolled over the head of my cock.
But then I realized that Kate was pushing up harder against me, her back to mine… shuddering.
Her movements…
Kate had met my defiance.
She’s touching herself against me…
This competition – daring each other to push the envelope just a little further – had just spiraled out of control.
Kate had matched my bluffs at every step, and now we were pleasing ourselves, pressed against one another under the shower water…
We stayed silent, besides the odd groan or moan out of one of us. Neither of us milked our vocal chords for an edge against the other. Instead, we just fell into whatever felt good, nurturing the electricity between each other as we pushed ourselves to the limit, brushing our own limits with each other…
Without warning, her hand flew back, clenching against my throat for leverage. I felt her fingers wrap around beneath my chin as her voice lifted in stuttering moans, her body locking up behind me. Her limbs stiffened and she
trembled against my back.
She’s coming, I realized.
That suddenly pushed me straight over the goddamn edge.
I came as hard as I ever have, unleashing ropes of warm cum so hard that it was literally painful. My wasted seed shot against the shower wall in front, dripping down towards the faucets as I braced myself against the wall and against her.
We came together.
I grunted, wiping my cock clean and washing my hands one last time before stepping out of the shower. While I dried myself off, I heard Kate moving around under the water, washing herself up a little longer before killing the faucets.
“All that from a cup of coffee,” I smirked while drying myself off.
Her eyes met mine as she brushed the shower curtain aside, dripping with water and burdened with unmet anticipation.
“Guess so,” she chuckled.
“Well,” I muttered, lifting a foot onto the toilet seat and vigorously drying off a leg. “Can’t wait to see what breakfast is like.”
Eleven
Kate
He hadn’t budged a fucking inch.
Glaring at myself in the mirror, I tried to push down my mounting frustration. The woman who stared back at me had tried to fight fire with fire… and lost.
Badly.
Walking out in my underwear and teasing him was meant to dominate the situation. I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to take it if he wasn’t willing to give it. But I made the mistake of forgetting that I wasn’t dealing with just any guy.
Grizz always took control.
My opponent was the man who had every inch of my body memorized. I knew he was more than willing to push the line. Every time I met him, he’d push it harder, no worse for wear.
I walk out in tight panties… he rips off his boxers. I join him in the shower… he starts jacking off.
The rest of the day was even harder. Grizz went on with his business as if nothing even happened, although the smug grin on his face said otherwise.
While he was doing his thing, I needed a distraction – and fast. Given that place was a wreck, I dedicated myself to the complete abolishment of all grime and disarray in our new home.
Besides, taking care of that would make me feel like I’d earned myself some time here, which was really important to me.
There were some cleaning supplies shoved away under the sink, with an ancient vacuum, broom, dustpan and brush in the utility closet. Armed with these tools, I set about scrubbing down every surface that wasn’t a wall or a door – those would come later.
The spare bedroom was crammed full of boxes, so I just shut the door on that and left it as it was.
Grizz seems okay with the couch.
He can deal with this if he wants the room.
The stove had a fresh lease on life after I bleached away the yellowing stains along the white veneer. Leaving drains and sinks to soak in the cleaner’s equivalent of megaton bombs, I emptied the vacuum bag into the huge trash bin outside and gave the few parts with carpet a proper once-over.
As for the hardwood that dominated the floors, I settled for the broom. Windex hit the windows. Disinfectant coated the countertops. Cleansing wipes rubbed the doorknobs and drawer/cabinet handles.
It was nice to have something to do that got my mind off of him… and his hard, naked body pressed against mine…
Goddammit, Kate. Get your shit together. Get it all together and in a backpack, all your shit, so that it’s together…
No matter how I berated myself, or tried to focus entirely on scrubbing surfaces, tossing expired food, deep-cleaning the refrigerator, and organizing cupboards, I just couldn’t keep the bastard off my goddamn mind.
I was going to have to win our little battle of the wills quickly, because the sexual tension was unreal. I’d been keeping up a brave face before, but he’d taken damn good care of himself since leaving my life.
It wasn’t fucking fair.
Men aren’t supposed to be that hot.
Especially not the ones who break you.
By the time he finally came home a few hours later, bags of groceries dangling from his clenched fists, I had pulled the entire place together into far more livable condition.
He paused while unloading groceries onto the kitchen counters, gazing around the room.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, chilling out on the sofa with a beer.
“You cleaned.”
“Yeah, I did. Problem?”
“Not at all,” Grizz replied, glancing over at me with a warm smile. “Was gonna scrub this place down over the next few days. You really saved me a lot of trouble. Looks awesome in here.”
“Yeah,” I replied, taken slightly aback. “Spent the whole time working on it. Glad you noticed.”
“Thank you, Kate.”
I turned away, happy but mildly embarrassed. Sure, Grizz had always been considerate, but had been rare that he ever gushed with praise like that.
“Was thinking steaks for dinner.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
He started loading up the refrigerator while I flipped between the basic channels on the television. I figured it was stolen cable, given Gladys’ approach to everything else involving this house.
“So, what were you out doing all day?” I called out over my shoulder at him, noticing how quickly it had turned dark outside.
“Getting a lay of the land,” he answered. “Took some time to learn Metairie. Drove into New Orleans. Figuring out the lay of the city.”
“Figure out if this place is where you want to bring your club?”
“Not the right time for that yet.”
I smirked. “Seems like nothing’s the right time with you.”
Grizz glanced up, annoyed for a second. I’d gotten under his skin, which I liked. “I can only reach my contact out here on Wednesdays. I have to wait several days before the ball gets rolling. Till then, I’ll be spending most of my time right here.”
Several more days in close proximity to Grizz…
I crossed my legs and turned back around. Desperately, I hoped to hide the way that my core flared up at the thought of being stuck with him.
There wasn’t much further to go after “fucking ourselves together in the shower”…
Grizz focused on cooking, and I focused on thinking about just about anything else than him. Soon, the smells of freshly seared steak started wafting into the room, and I noticed how my mouth watered.
There’s another piece of his meat that my mouth could water for…
I almost slapped myself for that one.
After about forty minutes in the kitchen, Grizz called me over for dinner. I realized that I’d barely eaten all day – just some leftovers for breakfast. My work had built up quite the appetite, so I was pleased that he’d picked up the big steaks at the store.
I sat down at the rickety little dining table at the edge of the kitchen. Grizz had cooked us a steak apiece, along with fully loaded baked potatoes, buttery steamed broccoli, and plenty of garlic bread.
“You were always nuts about garlic bread,” Grizz spoke as I started cutting into the steak. I knew he loved his meat damn near raw, but he cooked mine medium well for me.
He didn’t even complain about “ruining the steak” like he used to.
“You still remember how I like my food,” I blurted out a little more emotionally than I wanted.
Goddammit, Kate, pull yourself together.
“Of course I remember,” Grizz answered. There was tenderness in the way that he looked at me, and I felt my face start to redden under his gaze.
“Yeah, well… it’ll take more than that to get into my pants again,” I smugly retorted. “More than a good meal, no matter how delicious it is.”
“So you do enjoy it?”
I was taken aback. “Of course I do.”
“Good,” he let out a sigh of relief. “Glad that it’s to your liking.”
I nodded, taking another bite.
Silence came over us while we ate.
But tonight, it wasn’t as awkward a silence as the night before. This time, we were comfortable. We didn’t have to fill the air with blurted confessions or small talk.
After we finished our food, I took our paper plates away while Grizz rose to wash the cookware.
“Don’t worry,” I told him. “I’ll get them.”
He glanced over at me. “Are you sure?”
“Well, yeah,” I replied. “After all… I guess I’m kind of just living here with you. It’s the least I can do. Hell, I should have been the one cooking.”
“I like to spoil you,” he said. “Besides, you cleaned the place up for me.”
“Yeah, well…” I pushed him aside. “Go sit down. Pick a decent channel or something. I’ll fix it all up in here and join you.”
Grizz didn’t argue.
He gave me a warm smile, before settling down on the couch with the remote. While he did that, I started setting leftovers aside in the tubberware abandoned to us, then scrubbing the pots and pans.
When I was done, he was stretched out against the arm of the couch, remote still in his hand. The credits to a movie were shrunk down on the screen during a commercial, and it looked like another one was about to start.
I glanced over at the comfy chair, where I’d been sitting earlier. It looked inviting.
But there was lots of space on the couch next to him, and just because I wasn’t fucking him didn’t mean I couldn’t sit with him.
Right?
I plunked myself down next to him on the couch, noticing with a hidden grin that he straightened up slightly.
There were maybe a few inches between his hip and mine. It would take no effort to just brush up against him, or pretend to stretch and close that distance…
But I resisted the urge, and a film started.
Although, I couldn’t help but grow a little tired as the film went on, and I eventually realized that I was curled up against him, his eyes focused on the screen but his arm around my shoulder…