When he turned, I thought he was coming back to bed with me, but instead, he walked out of the room again, once again leaving me alone and disappointed.
I kicked myself for pretending to be asleep.
Why was I playing these games?
Why couldn’t I just tell him what I wanted, without having to attach all this meaning to it?
I didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow. Hell, I didn’t even know where I was going to be living in the next few days. He’d said we’d see each other again, but what if that didn’t happen?
What if this was our last night together and we were throwing it away because I was playing games?
What if I lost the opportunity to feel his hands on me? His kiss had been like nothing I’d experienced before, and I couldn’t stop thinking about, I couldn’t stop wanting more, needing more of him.
I needed all of him.
I wanted to give him all of me.
And what if this was it and we wasted our one and only opportunity?
Visions of myself as an old lady ran through my head, a couple of cats swirling around the skirt of my long, flannel nightgown as I sat on my porch, night after night, hating myself for squandering the opportunity to be with the most perfect man I’d ever known, regret swallowing me up whole before I died a sad, lonely death…
“Fuck this,” I said, throwing the covers off of my body. I pulled off the robe, stripping naked, ignoring all the doubts screaming inside of me, and padded down the hallway. I found him in the spare room, laying on the bed in the dark, his eyes wide open and staring up at the ceiling.
“Jason,” I whispered.
His turned to look at me, raking over my naked body with surprised, wide eyes that quickly turned to hunger. I walked over to the bed slowly, each step closer to him sending sparks of electricity through my body.
“Daisy,” he said, his voice a low growl.
I stood next to the bed, staring down at him, my nakedness, my vulnerability, on full display. Cracked wide-open, I lifted my chin, the words tumbling from my mouth.
“I might never see you again.”
“Daisy, I don’t think…”
“And I can’t stand the thought of that. I can’t just let you go and never…” I paused, my strength wavering, as I searched his eyes. “Never…”
“Daisy,” he murmured, shaking his head.
“I could be wrong. But what if…”
“Daisy…”
“I just, I want, I mean, I think we should…” Dammit, I was stammering, the words tangling on my tongue.
“Daisy!” he said, his voice a little louder.
“Yes?” I asked, my eyes searching his again, a hint of amusement flickering between us.
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face and he lifted the covers, his nakedness a very welcome surprise.
“Come here,” he growled.
My heart fluttered and my knees wobbled as I smiled a slow, shaky smile. Slowly, I crawled up on the bed, his warmth enveloping me immediately. His arms pulled me in, his lips crashing into mine, warm, soft, hungry.
I melted into him, his arms wrapped around me, our bodies fitting together like two long lost pieces of a puzzle. I closed my eyes, surrendering to his touch, to his kiss, to the darkness that wrapped itself around us like a protective bubble, leaving nothing in the world but our souls tangling together like our lives depended on it.
We kissed for hours, our flesh sliding together smoothly, our moans and smiles uncontrollable responses to the heaven we discovered together. After a while, our hunger undeniable any longer, he slid inside of my center, his tender desire for me becoming the answer to every question I’d ever asked of the universe.
We moved together like magic, creating love and passion and joy, the masterpiece of life that I’d only ever imagined before.
The way it was always supposed to be, and was never more than a dream.
But now, it was real. In my hands. In my heart.
In my soul.
I cried out in ecstasy, the love escaping from me like a song I couldn’t bear to keep inside.
“Jason, Jason, Jason,” I chanted, as he moved inside of me, pulling every ounce of love I had inside of me to the surface of my swelling heart.
“Oh, Daisy, oh, babe,” he murmured, burying himself deeper inside of me, his kiss long and hungry, his strokes strong and deliciously slow.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whispered, my heart breaking open completely as we rocked together, lost in the blissful tangling of our bodies.
We made love till the owls hooted at dawn, beginning and ending and beginning again endlessly, the sound of our love echoing through the cabin, an enchanted song now engraved on the surface of my heart.
Lucifer
My throbbing cock woke me up.
I’d dreamt of Scarlet all night and the fact that I’d not exploded in my sleep was a minor miracle. Now that I was awake, the pale early morning sunlight just beginning to shine through the sheer curtains, I was aware of another throbbing.
My knuckles hurt like hell. They were torn to pieces, cut and swollen. Probably infected, but whatever. It wasn’t the first time. But it was the first time I’d had a real street fight in a long time.
It was thrilling in a different way than a regulated fight.
There was only rule. Survival.
It felt amazing to pummel those two pussies. All dressed up in leather, like a couple of wanna be bad boys. I showed them how bad they were, didn’t I?
I laughed about it all night.
I did feel bad about one thing, though, and that was shooting the dog. I wasn’t about to get bit and the anger in that thing’s eyes rivaled any opponent I’d ever faced in the ring.
No way, fuck that.
Hopefully, the damned thing would be okay.
Hell, it was Scarlet’s fault for letting him loose on me anyway. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I sure as hell wasn’t going to hurt my son. All she had to do was open the fucking door and none of that would have happened.
Instead, I’d hurt the damned dog like an asshole and I still hadn’t gotten to see my son. And now they were gone again.
I’d hired a guy to sit in front of the house all night and instructed him to call me the moment they returned. They might not come back for a while, I knew this. That’s why I’d changed Rosen’s mission into finding out everything he could about the doctor living there. He was working on discovering any other residences he had, and he was going to hack into his bank account so we could trace his movements.
With Rosen on the case, I was confident my baby boy would be in my arms soon. All of this bullshit I was putting up with now would be worth it. The throbbing knuckles would heal, they always did.
This throbbing cock, on the other hand, wasn’t going to just go away unless I dealt with it properly. When you had a monster cock like mine, it was almost its own person. It demanded attention.
Lily lay next to me in bed, sleeping deeply. It was barely six in the morning and she wouldn’t open an eye until noon at least. I reached down and gripped the base of my cock, squeezing tightly, ignoring the pain in my knuckles.
Scarlet’s tight little body flooded my imagination and I closed my eyes, letting my brain and my hand take over for a little while.
Scarlet squirmed on the end of my cock, her bright red curls dancing around her face, her little ass bouncing up and down. She turned her head, looking down at me over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with desire for me.
She was tight, so tight…
And all mine. I slammed into her, knowing she would never be with anyone but me, because that’s the way I arranged it.
That ass was mine.
That pussy, those perky little tits…
I slapped her ass hard, leaving blotchy red prints on her skin that only made my cock harder. I reached up, wrapping her curls around my fingers and pulling her head back as I slammed into her again.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked.
“You,” she whispered. “You, Luke…”
“Good girl,” I grunted, slamming into her harder and harder.
I crashed over the edge, my right hand flying as my body stiffened, a giant wave of pleasure and release flowing over me as she faded away in my mind. I blinked, the sunlight reminding me where I was.
I was pissed at Scarlet for betraying me. And she was going to have to pay for it, that was a fact that couldn’t be ignored. Nobody got away unscathed after crossing me. But she’d always been a great fuck. And as far as I was concerned, she was still mine to do with as I pleased.
I smiled to myself as I cleaned up, knowing that once I found her, I wouldn’t be able to resist taking advantage of that tight little body one last time before punishing her.
I lay back on the pillow, my hands behind my head as I watched the sunlight grow brighter. Lily stirred beside me, rolling over and snuggling up next to me. She reached down, slowly caressing my cock.
“Babe…you wanna?” she murmured, her voice sleepy and soft.
Reaching down, I removed her hand and untangled myself from her, pulling myself out of bed. She let out a disappointed moan and turned back over. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, my head still filled with images of Scarlet.
She had one of the best asses I’d ever seen. My cock swelled again and I reached down once more, the monster needing attention all over again. In my head, I was bending Scarlet over in the shower, sliding myself back into her all over again, my cock exploding inside of her, her name falling from my lips.
I didn’t see Lily watching me from bed, her eyes flashing with anger and rage.
To be honest, even if I had known, I probably wouldn’t have cared too much. But I probably would have tried to be a little more discrete, by closing the door, or perhaps not saying Scarlet’s name so loudly.
I’m not a fucking monster, not completely, at least…
I’d avoided Lily’s questioning when I’d come home yesterday with bloody knuckles, instead of going to the cabin. I’d been flying high on adrenaline and while it was only natural she would want an explanation, I was in no mood to talk about what had just happened. I felt like shit about the dog and I certainly didn’t want to explain to Lily that I had a son out there.
I’d never hear the fucking end of it, if she knew.
So, I kept my mouth shut and to get her to shut hers, I eventually had to slap her around a little.
It wasn’t that bad, relax.
Just enough to get her attention.
Just enough to shut her trap, you know?
In times like this, a man needs a little peace and quiet.
I had a lot to think about.
On one hand, I’d seen my son.
On the other hand, I’d had to flee the scene like a fucking pussy before the cops showed up, without getting a chance to even hold my little boy.
All in due time, though.
My man Rosen was on the case and I knew I’d have my boy in my arms in no time at all.
After my shower, I walked into the kitchen, leaving a sleeping Lily in bed. I opened the fridge, wishing like hell I’d hired a real cook. I pushed past the huge bowl of apricots to pull out the bacon and eggs. Lily had gone through several dozen apricots already, still on that stupid fucking fast. I’d grown tired of looking at them, so I figured I’d help her out. I grabbed one from the pile and sank my teeth into it, savoring the juicy sweetness as the juice ran over my fingers.
My cock throbbed once more, ready and alert as ever, as I thought about Scarlet’s sweet center.
Once all this shit was ironed out, I thought, ripping another bite of flesh from the tiny fruit, I’d drink from her well again, taste her warm sweetness, make her moan on the tip of my tongue once more.
I vowed to get rid of Lily, I didn’t care how much it cost me.
I wanted a family, just the three of us. Scarlet, me…and our boy.
She might not see the potential for happiness right now. Maybe I’d come on a little strong.
But she’d come around.
They always did.
I pulled another apricot from the bowl, devouring another one, my cock throbbing with anticipation as I ravished the soft, fragrant flesh. When I was done, I threw the pits in a jar with the rest of them that Lily had been saving for who knows what, and cooked my breakfast, my cock hard and swollen and my head a million miles away and buried deep between Scarlet’s quivering thighs…
Daisy
Freedom.
Real freedom.
That’s what they were offering us. I listened intently as Riot went over my options. Once I’d explained that Alex and I had no family ties to consider and that I’d not seen, nor heard from, my mother again after Disneyland, he’d laid out several scenarios for me to choose from.
Seattle, Boston or Reno.
My choices were rain, funny accents and very cold weather, or a rundown town full of aging casinos.
I chose Seattle.
And when the little voice in my head started telling me that I was choosing it because it was the closest location to home, I agreed with it. The fact that it was the closest location to Jason was not lost on me, but I didn’t harp on that. I loved the Pacific Northwest, and despite the bad memories, it would always feel like home to me.
My body was buzzing from making love to Jason all night. I’d woken up to him cooking breakfast in the kitchen, Alex already changed and dressed and happily playing on a nearby blanket. If my skin wasn’t still vibrating from his touch, reminding me of the realness of our night, I would have thought for a moment that I was still dreaming.
How could he be so perfect?
How was it possible that our bodies fit together like they were made for each other?
How was I now supposed to walk through the day knowing what I know now? The way the weight of his body feels on top of me, the strength and skill of his hardness, the way my entire body lit up like an American sky on the fourth of July when he slid inside of me…
I’d shattered through something last night.
A piece of my wall had broken into pieces, a little light shown brightly into a place in my heart that had never seen the light before. And now? I was expected to go through my day, this day of all days — the day I’m supposed to choose a completely new life — void of everything I’d ever known before, with that light still shining through the hole inside of me, just like nothing had ever happened?
As if I’d not be irreparably changed?
Impossible.
First of all, I was completely unable to wipe the smile from my face.
Second, keeping my hands off of him had proven to be just as impossible.
Once Jason and I finally mustered the strength to untangle ourselves from our morning embrace and the longest kiss of the century, we stepped outside into the sunlight and walked back to the clubhouse after breakfast. Once we were in the company of everyone else, I couldn’t bring myself to look his way, for fear of melting into the floor into a big puddle of lust, or that the butterflies going crazy in my stomach would find a way to escape from my throat.
If they could make it past the huge lump forming there…
I was undone.
To my core…
He’d shaken me with his love-making.
I shuddered every single time I thought about it, amazed at how completely blissful it had felt.
This was love, I thought.
This was joy…
This was life.
Next to the life-affirming love I’d felt after giving birth to Alex, this was the second-most groundbreaking revelation of all.
And yet here I was, about to walk away from it all.
The only thing keeping me together was the fact that Jason promised we’d still see each other. That, and the fact that Riot had taken me into his office alone, so I wasn’t tempted to look at, or rather be distracted by, the most handsome face I’d ever seen in my life.
It was so in
teresting being around all these very large, very alpha men here. Ryder was a huge, intimidating presence and stunningly handsome in a rugged, quiet way. Riot was all beard and dark, probing eyes that I was convinced had seen right through me a few times already. He was incredibly attractive. And Slade and Wreck were sexy, in a scarred, beaten-up kind of way.
And yet, with all of that surrounding me, the only man I had eyes for was Jason. Jason with his, for all intents and purposes, straight-edge, doctor appearance. Sure, he had the beard, but it was the eyes that told you he meant business. He was focused and intelligent, and you felt that about him right away. Maybe it was his calm, confident self-assurance, the demeanor that this was a man that could handle anything thrown his way…
Maybe it was his hands, a surgeon’s hands, graceful and strong and smooth.
Whatever it was, he wasn’t even in the room with me anymore and I’d drifted off thinking about him. His pull was that powerful.
“I’m sorry, Riot,” I mumbled. “This is a lot to take in.”
“It sure is,” he said. “But rest assured that once you arrive, we have an entire support system in place for you. You’ll have a job waiting for you, whenever you’re ready to go back to work, of course. No rush. We have daycare set up for Alex, with a wonderful nanny who can assist you with anything you might need, day or night. A home, of course, fully furnished and stocked. All identification papers and bank accounts set up in your new name already, so you can hit the ground running with your new life and get settled right away. We even have a couple of other survivors you can socialize with, so you’ve got built-in friends, as well.”
“Wow,” I said. “Is there anything you haven’t thought of?”
“There are some holes, but we’ve left those for you to fill in yourself.”
I thought of the hole inside of me, the one that Jason had created, the break, bathing in light. What would happen after I left? Would it close back up? Or would I have to walk around with it, constantly protecting it like an open wound?
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