She jumped, gasping, and said, “Jesus.”
She didn’t pull away, though.
Didn’t tell me to settle down…which she should have done.
No, what she did do, was encourage me.
She urged me on with her moans as she leaned her head further into the pillow, completely burying her face. Her hands gripped the comforter like her life depended on it, telling me without words that she liked what my tongue was doing to her.
I stiffened my tongue, running it from her clit to the entrance of her pussy, then sank it inside of her as deep as I could manage.
Her taste exploded on my tongue, and my cock, which had only been erect before, was now throbbing uncontrollably.
I would’ve spent a lot longer than a few long minutes getting her ready for me, but then her breath came out in shallow pants, and her voice cracked as she said, “I was reading erotica…and picturing you doing the things to me that were being done to the heroine.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked her. “I think I saw some new toys in a box. You want me to grab them?”
I wasn’t going to grab them.
This time was going to be fast.
Next time, though, I’d stretch it out.
Show her how good I could make her feel and how many times I could make her come.
“Condoms?” I asked her.
“Top drawer.”
I reached forward for the drawer as I undid my belt, followed by the button of my jeans.
Once undone, I let both my pants and underwear fall to the floor where I shoved them, and stepped out of them altogether.
My hand found the condoms, and I ripped one off and quickly tore it open, removing the condom and slicking it down over my cock.
This time the thing fit, and I was grateful.
I planned to do her rough, and I didn’t want to have to sit there worrying about whether the condom was coming off or not.
“You get my size, baby?” I questioned her, letting the length of my condom-covered cock work up and down the length of her sex, coating my dick in her juices.
She shook her head.
“Yes, sort of,” she groaned. “The owner of the company that sent the box to me sent some more…in the right size this time.”
I licked my lips, grasping the length of my cock and slapping it down again on her pussy.
Her entrance gaped open slightly as it seemed to clutch at me, and I smiled.
“You want me inside of you?” I asked her roughly.
She nodded her head, pushing back slightly.
I grasped her hips.
“Aspen,” I moaned gruffly.
“Yeah?” She pushed her hips backwards at me, urging me forward.
I let the tip of my cock sink inside her slightly, then said, “I’m divorced,” before slamming home.
She screamed as I filled her completely, her head rolling to the side.
I growled at the way she seemed to mold perfectly to my length, then slowly started to plunge and retreat inside of her.
My movements sped until our hips were meeting so loudly that a resounding smack filled the still room around us.
Her ass rippled each time my hips met the meat of it, causing my cock to fucking weep as all of my senses were assaulted at once.
Then her pussy started to pulse, her orgasm building, and I felt my balls draw up.
“It doesn’t matter how many times I work myself. Jesus, I jacked off before I got into bed with you this morning and I’m already ready to come,” I told her through panting breaths.
She moaned, her neck arching.
The Kindle that’d been in her hands when I arrived fell in between the headboard and the bed, landing with a resounding crack against the hardwood floors underneath.
However, neither one of us so much as flinched.
“It’s your pussy,” I breathed, not sure where I was going with my ramblings anymore.
I was fairly sure my brain was oxygen deprived due to the fact that all of my blood was currently funneling to my cock from other parts of my body.
“It’s burning me alive,” I growled. “If you’re this hot through a condom, I can’t imagine what you’d feel like skin-on-skin.”
She moaned into the pillow, then abruptly pulled up and off my cock.
I stilled, sitting back on my haunches as I willed my cock not to freak out at the loss of her tight heat.
“Lay down,” she urged, pushing my chest.
I fell flat to my back with a hard thump, the headboard of the bed knocking into the wall with the move.
She quickly straddled me, her eyes going down to the condom covering my cock, then up to me before she aligned my cock with her entrance and slowly sank down on my length.
My back arched at the slowness in which she took me, but I didn’t try to hurry her.
This was a new angle for her, and it was likely that she felt me a lot deeper this way than she did in any other position.
The other women who tried this position with me all said that they couldn’t take all of me. But not Aspen. She took all of me and sat her ass down on my thighs while she did it.
I hissed out a breath, my head pushing into the pillow in an attempt to stay still and in control.
Then her hand slid down my chest, from collarbone to pubic hair.
“You okay?” She asked.
I grunted in reply, not sure I could make my voice come out sounding as strong as I’d want it to sound.
If she only knew what she did to me.
All thoughts completely left my head when she started to move.
My hands moved of their own volition to her ass as I helped her along, up and down, side to side.
She gyrated on my cock, the very tip of it repeatedly kissing the entrance to her womb.
“I’m pretty sure I can die a happy man now,” I mentioned on a grunt. “Jesus, move faster.”
She moved faster.
“Slam those hips down, let me hear those ass cheeks slappin’ the tops of my thighs,” I ordered her.
She followed my urgings, pulling up and then slamming down so hard that the sounds of our lovemaking echoed off the walls.
Her back arched, and the nipples on top of her perky breasts pebbled underneath her clothes.
“Take off your shirt and bra,” I ordered her.
She ripped both off without a word, enabling me to see the way her tits bounced with each downward motion.
“Ah, God,” I moaned loudly. “I’m gonna come.”
Her hand moved down to her clit, and my hands clenched her ass as my release started to work its way to my cock.
My balls drew up, and my abs clenched as I exploded.
The sight of her working herself while riding my cock obliterated any control that I might have thought that I had.
“Uhhhh,” I grunted out my release, my hips bucking so hard that I lifted her clear off her knees.
She cried out as well, and it was only once I was back in control of my faculties that I realized it was in release and not surprise at being forced off the bed.
Her head was falling back, her hair brushing the tops of my thighs.
Her hands were braced on my chest, one just under my right pectoral, and the other directly over my heart.
Her breathing was frantic as her pussy clenched rhythmically over the still hard length of my cock.
I bit my lips and watched her come down from her own high, amazed yet again that someone that beautiful would want me.
Something that I told her moments later.
“God,” I whispered gruffly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
A knock at the front door had us both turning to see Raphael’s back against the open window that was directly in the line of sight from the bed that we were still laying completely naked on top of.
“Shit,” Aspen said, rolling off of me in one swift move, unseating herself from my cock and rolling of
f the bed.
My still semi-erect cock slapped wetly against my belly and I cursed when I saw that, once again, we’d busted a condom.
“Jesus Christ,” I said. “What are the fucking odds of this?” I asked the ceiling, uncaring that Raphael was at the door.
He couldn’t see us, and I guessed it was because he was being respectful rather than pissing us off any more than he’d already done today.
“Shit,” Aspen hissed when she saw me take off the remains of the condom.
“If we conceive a child, I’m making that place that keeps sending you these fucking goodie bags pay for the birth.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“I’m on the pill!” She yelled.
I blinked.
“You said last week you weren’t,” I said.
“Well…” she shrugged. “I started it after my period ended.”
“It’s not effective yet,” I informed her.
She cursed and stomped to the bathroom, only just now aware of the come dripping down her leg.
I threw the remains of the second shittiest condom I’d ever seen into the trash, and then grabbed my pants.
Yanking them up over my hips, sans underwear, I closed the bedroom door and walked towards the front door, bare-chested.
When I unlocked it, I didn’t bother to invite the man inside, I blocked the doorway with my body and glared at him.
“What?” I asked.
He pointed at Downy who was standing down by his truck, his head in his hands, and I found my first smile of the day.
“He saw, huh?” I asked.
Raphael nodded once.
“She’ll be embarrassed as shit,” I informed him. “Tell Downy to give us five and knock on the door, okay?”
He nodded and turned, relaying the message.
I left the door open for Raphael to come inside, walking straight to the door of the bedroom and opening it.
“Close the door!” Aspen hissed.
I closed the door, but not because she told me to; I was going to do it anyway.
“Have you seen my shirt?” I asked, glancing around the room.
“It’s on the back of the chair,” she pointed.
I found it hanging by the collar from the kitchen chair that for some reason was in her bedroom and pulled it on.
“How about my shoes and socks?” I asked.
She pointed to the end of the bed where they were resting nicely and I nodded.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“You’re a slob,” she said, sitting down on the kitchen chair and reaching down to put her socks on.
She slipped first one foot, then the other, into her socks, then worked the one on with the ankle monitor so the sock rested underneath the monitor instead of being bunched up on the bottom.
“What’s he want?” She asked. “To tell us why he didn’t go to jail with the other guy—well after he recovers from that gunshot wound to his head?”
“He’s undercover. Has been working that case for a long time, and hopefully is still working it if they can keep this whole situation under wraps. Why he’s here now, I don’t know. I didn’t ask,” I slipped on my socks and boots in half the time it took her to get on both socks. “Do you want something to drink?”
She shook her head.
“No,” she pointed at the bedside table where a glass of what looked to be Kool-Aid was sitting.
“’M’kay,” I muttered, opening the door and heading straight to the kitchen.
I pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and turned to face Raphael.
“What’s up?”
Chapter 14
I don’t know who you are, or what you do. Why? Because I’ve lost all my phone contacts.
-Aspen to an unidentified number that’s most likely her mom, but could possibly be her ex-boss.
Aspen
An hour later
“You’re sure that the mother’s here?” Raphael asked tersely.
Drew didn’t answer him, instead pulling into a driveway that looked like it led into a prison.
“Why does someone have to come through Fort Knox to get to a garage?” I asked. “What do they do that they need this much security?”
My eyes widened when I saw the razor wire at the top of the fence. And was that…electricity?
“They’re a custom motorcycle shop, but that’s not all they do,” Drew muttered.
“How do you know?” Raphael asked.
He was sitting in the back seat next to the kid he’d helped save.
The little girl was asleep in a car seat my brother had let us borrow, and her little head was rolled to the side, the straps of the seat the only thing holding her exhausted body up.
Off in the distance, past the shops, I could see houses, and even further beyond that was a larger structure that I couldn’t really make out.
“Grew up here. And I’m friends with them,” Drew answered. “I train with them to keep my skills sharp.”
I saw Raphael glance at Drew quickly before turning his attention back to the front.
“Are they going to let us in anytime soon?” I asked softly.
We’d been sitting there for upwards of five minutes now.
“They have to come down and open it with a thumbprint scanner,” Drew murmured, his eyes moving to the flash of movement that came from the left behind the shop.
Then a man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, grease covering his arms from hands to elbows, sauntered over toward us.
“That’s Gabe,” Drew said.
The man was sexy.
Very, very sexy.
The closer he got, the more my mouth watered.
I had a good man who I thought was sexy as hell, but I wasn’t dead.
Just because I was seeing him, didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate the masculine form with the rest of the female population.
And damn did he have a beautiful masculine form!
Gabe met us at the gate, and his eyes immediately locked on the baby in the backseat, his eyes widening slightly.
“You got the kid,” Gabe said.
Drew nodded as he got out of the truck, offering his hand to Gabe as soon as the gate was open enough for him to slip through.
“We did. You heard?” he asked.
I listened intently as the two spoke about the day’s earlier events.
It was now ten o’clock at night, and I was exhausted.
But I’d been given the chance to get out of my prison by my brother, and I’d taken it like the boon it was.
My brother had acted incredibly weird, and when I’d questioned him about it, he’d mumbled something about window treatments and left without another word.
“Just drive around to the back building,” Gabe said. “Jack and Sam are there with the mother.”
My eyes zeroed in on Gabe as he tried in vain to keep his voice even.
“What the hell happened?” Drew asked quietly.
“Sam and Max met them at the bus station, but the bus had broken down outside of town with a flat tire. Instead of waiting for the bus to get fixed, the woman started walking to town and the man found her about a mile outside of town. Beat the shit out of her, took the kid,” Gabe said softly.
My eyes widened.
“Shit,” Drew said. “She leaves one abusive situation and enters another. I’m sure she’s frantic.”
Gabe nodded and pointed. “Go on.”
Drew offered Gabe one of those back slap handshakes and got back into the truck, puttering slowly around all the buildings and houses.
“That man helped you move,” I pointed at a blonde-haired man.
Drew’s eyes moved over to me.
“You watched us?” He asked.
I nodded.
“What else did I have to do all day?” I asked him.
“Mind your own business?” He suggested.
Drew snorted, as did
Raphael from the backseat.
“She didn’t watch me move in,” Raphael countered softly.
I turned around to look at him.
“That was because you moved in at the dead of night. I saw inside your house today. You don’t even have any furniture,” I shot back.
Raphael’s mouth quirked up into a smile.
“That’s James,” Drew gestured with his chin, and then slammed on his breaks suddenly, causing us all to curse. “And that’s his daughter.”
The daughter in question streaked across the road, running away with a compound bow in one hand, and a quiver of arrows in the other.
“Janie!” James yelled from the front porch. “Open your damn eyes!”
James waved at Drew, his eyes going to the man in the backseat then back to Drew before nodding and heading inside.
A beautiful woman with wavy brown hair barreled into him, throwing herself into his arms.
James picked her up and twirled her around, then put her unclothed body up against the glass wall of the house.
“How many times do you think I’ll see bare female asses that I don’t have a shot at having tonight?” Raphael teased.
My face blushed fifty shades of red.
“Did you really have to bring that up, man?” Drew asked as he started forward once again.
He made his way to the big building I’d seen from the front gate. The closer we got, the more I decided that it resembled a modern day castle.
“Nice place,” I murmured, looking up at the huge building. “The only thing missing is the moat.”
“That’s what the electric fence up there is for,” Drew murmured as he got out.
I followed suit, but Raphael was last out because he got the little girl out.
“Where’s the door?” I asked curiously.
Drew pointed to a door that looked like it was about four feet off the ground.
Okay, maybe it was only two, but it was still awkward as hell.
How do you even open a door like that?
I didn’t figure it out, either.
A man with graying brown hair opened the door with its magical handle and stared down at all of us.
“Come in,” the man ordered.
His voice was deep and almost as sexy as Drew’s. The wedding ring on his finger, though, kept me from admiring him much more than that, however.
Mainly because his finger was swollen like a sausage.
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