by Jordan Marie
“I think you’re beautiful,” I tell him honestly when we break apart. My eyes are trapped by his, nervousness bubbles up in my stomach, and I let my hand hold his tight, keeping us joined, because his strength gives me courage.
“Hayden—”
“And inside, Michael,” I interrupt him, letting my free hand move down his neck to his chest, keeping it over his heart. I can feel the steady beat thumping under my hand. Strong. Brave. Trustworthy. “Inside, you’re the kind of man they write fairytales about.” Even as I’m saying the words, I know I shouldn’t. I feel his body tense underneath me, and I can feel the change in his attitude.
“I’m no Prince Charming, Hayden. I’m no hero to save the day. I’m not capable of that, trust me. Fuck, even now I’m in your bed instead of trying to make sure you’re okay because of the day you’ve had. Instead of trying to help you grieve over what Charlie is going through…all I’m thinking about is spreading your legs and fucking you so hard we both forget everything. Fucking you so hard our brains stop working and the only thoughts either of us have is how deep my dick can get inside of you.”
“There’s…I mean those men outside—”
“I don’t even give a fuck about them. I hope they hear us. Christ, Hayden I’m already hard thinking about burying myself between your legs and the idea of them hearing you scream for my dick, just makes me harder. Do you get that? Do you get that I’m not some knight in shining armor? I’m a fucking scarred animal who wants to fuck you raw and hard while wanting everyone to hear it. I want them to know that you let the monster between your thighs and that you’re fucking enjoying it.”
“Michael—” I start, his words shocking me. Yet, as I hear them and look in his face as he says them I’d be lying if I didn’t admit they turn me on. A lot. His words are carnal, dirty, wicked, and filled with desire. His desire for me is there, easy to read on his face. He wants me and he doesn’t care about my past, or anything…he just wants…me. I don’t understand it. I’ve never been the kind of woman to elicit that reaction from a man. Never.
“You don’t care that they would know you’re with me…Michael I’m preg—”
“And I don’t even fucking care about that, Hayden. I still want to take you like a fucking animal. I want to roll you over, pull you up on your hands and knees, and thrust inside of you with my hands full of your ass. There’s nothing sweet about me. I’m nothing you should ever want in your bed, Hayden. You’d do better to stay the fuck away from me.”
There’s so many emotions swirling through Michael right now. The force of them is so strong they are almost physical. I can’t sort through them, and I’m not sure how each would make me feel right now. What I do know is what his words are doing to me and how the thought of him wanting me makes me feel. Maybe the smart thing would be to back away and leave. No one has accused me of being smart in life. Right now, however, what I’m about to do seems like the smartest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I stand up and I’m pretty sure that Michael thinks I’m going to leave. It’s then I realize that he was trying to scare me away. I nervously slide my fingers around the waist band of my pajamas, hooking my panties too. Then, I push them down my legs. I’m blushing. I can’t watch Michael as I do it. I leave my shirt on. It’s long enough to hide my own scars. I know I’ll have to eventually tell him about them, and maybe soon if he doesn’t back out from this. Still, right now, the only thing I want to concentrate on is being with Michael…on feeling like a woman…a beautiful woman…Michael’s woman.
I hear the mattress squeak as he shifts, however. Involuntarily, I peek up at him and he’s sitting in the bed. I see shock on his face, but it’s overshadowed by the hunger there. Hunger for me. A quiver of want runs through my body, leaving me achy and greedy in its wake.
Leaving me wet…
76
Beast
I was pushing. I was trying to push her away. Does she really see me as some kind of hero in her mind? Fuck. I can’t even begin to tell her how wrong that is. So, I pushed. Only Hayden surprised me, yet again.
She didn’t run.
She didn’t back away.
As I watch those pants slide off her unbelievably long legs, I sit up in the bed. Christ, this woman’s legs are a work of art that lead all the way to heaven. She’s gorgeous, and it’s hard for me to believe there was a time when I thought differently. She peeks up at me, her face blushing a bright red. I love that she has this shyness. I don’t give a fuck what went down in her past. Hayden is special, I may not like that she was once Blade’s, but she’s not now…she’s mine. I let that cement a little deeper inside me. I don’t deserve to claim a woman. I especially don’t deserve Hayden, but fuck, I’ve tried to warn her, and I can’t fight anymore. I’m taking her, and whatever happens, happens. There’s only so much a man can take, and I’ve reached my limit.
“Hayden, you need to…” I trail off as she finally looks at me.
“Like this, Michael?” she asks, shyly. She slides on the bed, inching up slowly, and braces herself on her hands and knees. She lays her head to the side and looks at me…like a fucking trained submissive waiting to be conquered, and it’s too much for my poor cock to handle. He was hard before, but now it’s fucking physically painful to breathe.
I stand without answering, I think words are beyond me right now. I think I grunt at her in reply, but I’m not sure. I’m too busy pulling off my sweats and getting into position behind her.
I move my hand over her ass, loving the way the plush mound of flesh moves under my fingers. I pull the cheeks apart, admiring how the small opening to her ass moves. “You sure this is what you want, Hayden? Do you want me—like this?” I question her, giving her one last chance to escape. Leaning down, I place a kiss against the base of her spine, letting my tongue drift against it, tasting the salty, heated skin. Following an imaginary line that trails over her ass, I allow my teeth gently to nibble her flesh. My fingers slide slow between the lips of her pussy, finding the hot, wet center of her.
“Fu...ck,” I growl the word out without thought as her arousal slides against my fingers. She’s so wet. I’ve barely done or said anything and she’s soaked. A jolt of need fires through my body, sending electricity and heat through me. It’s so intense my hand on her ass convulses. I dig my fingers harder into her ass in reaction, at the same time my teeth literally bite her. She jerks from the sting of pain, but she doesn’t pull away. Her body pushes back into me and she tries to ride my hand. So fucking responsive…so fucking perfect.
“I’m sure, Michael,” she says. Her voice is laced thick with desire while her head is bent down as her body gently rocks against me. “I’m sure.”
Grabbing my cock, I push the head through the lips of her pussy, letting her juices coat me, and loving how she cries out at the intrusive first touch. The head of my shaft slides against her throbbing clit. I feel her body jerk like it’s been touched by a live wire. “You’re perfect,” I tell her, and for the first time in my life, I really mean that when talking to a woman. The only thing not perfect about her right now is that she left her shirt on. I have it pushed up, but I want it gone. The problem is I can’t wait that long. Next time.
“Please, Michael. I want to feel you. I want you inside—” her words end with a cry as I drag my cock against her clit one last time, then I find her warm, wet entrance and slide inside of her. I hold myself back. I want nothing more than to thrust into her hard and fast, but I don’t want to risk hurting her child. I’m a bastard for touching her, but I could never harm her or Maggie. After the head of my cock slides in, I push in, slowly. I go deeper inch by inch, stopping when I feel her body tighten and convulse around me. It’s sweet agony.
“Are you okay, Beauty?” I ask, needing to reassure myself and her before continuing. She doesn’t answer, instead she pushes back against me, taking my cock deeper inside. “Easy,” I caution her. “I don’t want to hurt you. We’ll do this nice and easy,” I tell her, need
ing to slow her down and remind myself. The urge to fuck her hard is screaming at me. The sweetest torture.
“You feel so good, Michael,” she says, moving away from me and then pushing back against me, fucking herself with my cock, taking what she wants. Fucking hell, this is the hottest thing I can remember experiencing. “I don’t want nice and easy…I need you,” she cries out, and the sincerity in those words shine, warming something inside of me I thought was gone forever.
Me. She needs…me. She’s not pulling away from me. She’s not scared of me. She’s not disgusted by the burns covering my body. She wants me. She’s begging…for me. I push inside of her, deeper, trying to be gentle and trusting her to tell me if I go too far. I bend over her body, my hands wrapping around her hips holding her to me. The fingers on my right hand caress against the hardened, rough texture of her skin. I know the feeling…scars. They feel intense. Something happened to her and it had to be painful. I make a mental note to find them later and kiss them. The thought flashes through my mind and then leaves as I lose myself in just how good it feels to be inside of Hayden. I lean over her, loving that I can. I’ve always been so large, towering over most everyone. Hayden is the first person to make me appreciate that, because I stretch over her and kiss her shoulder. Taste her skin that is a mixture of perspiration and sex.
“You’ve got me, Beauty. I’m not going anywhere,” I growl in her ear, biting down on the lobe. Her body quivers under me with the bite, her pussy tightens around my cock, squeezing it so tight that I barely remember to breathe. “Does it feel good, Hayden? Don’t let me hurt you,” I plead with her, my sanity almost completely gone. I keep one hand on her scars and let the other move across her stomach to her breast, kneading it gently, and worrying the swollen nipple.
“Good. So good, Michael,” she whimpers. “I’m going to come,” she admits, but I already know. I feel the exact moment her climax hits. Her body tightens beneath me as she moves faster against my cock, squeezing me so tightly that my balls constrict, nearly taking me with her.
Leaning down further, I let her back rake against my chest as she works my dick. My hand moves from her hip to her hand. She’s supporting herself with her arms, so she can’t move it, but I just place my hand over hers, not stopping until my fingers slide under to connect with her palm. There…that feels right. It’s with my hand on hers that I finally take over. Thrusting in and out of her, letting her ride out her orgasm while chasing my own.
I feel my cum gathering before it boils over, erupting from my cock inside of her tight little pussy, and I roar just one word. Just one, but it’s the only thing left in this world that I care about.
“Hayden!”
77
Hayden
I feel him gently wrap his arms around me and pull me to my side and into his body. I rest my head against his chest, and circle his massive body with my arms. Michael feels so good, so warm and solid next to me. So safe. I place a kiss against his chest where his heart is beating.
“If you tell me that this shouldn’t have happened, I might hurt you,” I joke, my voice sleepy and full of satisfaction.
Michael grunts in return, making me giggle. He kisses the top of my head and his fingers softly brush through the ends of my hair. The soft touch feels so good, I kiss his chest again, then move to his shoulder, before finally burrowing into his neck and placing kisses against his pulse there. I bring my hand slowly to his stomach and back to his chest, letting his chest hair brush against my hand, loving the feel of it…of him.
“You keep that up and I’ll end up taking you again, and we shouldn’t,” he mumbles in his deep voice. I tense, then pull away slightly before taking my hand and making a fist and half-heartedly hitting him in the stomach. “Umpf!” he groans, making the noise as air leaves his body. “What did you do that for?”
“I told you not to say we shouldn’t have had sex!” I growl back, upset that he would mess up this moment. For a second, it felt like perfection, exactly how I always envisioned being intimate with someone would be—but never was.
“I didn’t. I just meant, your body needs to rest, Hayden. You’ve been through a lot today, and you are delicate right now, because of Maggie. I just want us to be safe.”
“Oh…well, that’s better, I guess,” I mumble, slightly embarrassed. “You should have said that,” I scold him.
He grunts in reply, and pulls me back into him.
“I should get up. I need to take a shower,” I tell him, yawning.
“What for? It’s late, Beauty. Go to sleep,” he says, sounding as if he’s almost there himself.
“But…” he sighs in frustration, and I feel guilty because I like that he was so relaxed. I’ve not seen him like that.
“But what?”
“I…well…I mean…”
“Jesus, Hayden, spit it out,” he mutters and that annoys me.
“I’m messy!” I mutter at him, pushing away and getting off the bed. Men are such idiots, apparently even good ones. I’ve never been with one before, but even upset, I can admit that Michael is definitely a good man—the kind I wish I could have given Maggie for a father. Shit. I can’t think like that. I can’t wish for the impossible and that’s totally impossible. Michael will leave soon. He probably hasn’t left me yet because he wants to make sure Maggie and I are safe. Still, he won’t stick around. There’s no way he would want me permanently. There’s no way I should want a man permanently. Michael’s just messing with my mind, making me believe in dreams I thought had died when I was a child. He’s making me wish for fairytales; which is nuts. There are no fairytales—for me, there never has been.
“What do you mean you’re messy?” Michael asks, grabbing my arm when I go to walk away. He moves fast for a big man. He’s standing up now too, and I look down to see his body, and I really mean see him.
“Michael, you’re naked,” I squeak.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re naked!” I repeat, louder, and yet somehow, I still manage to squeak the words.
“Hayden, I know! We just had sex. Now why are you getting out of bed,” he huffs, and I look at his face and the frustration is vibrating off of him, which should annoy me. It does, but he just looks so beautiful standing there. His newly trimmed hair and beard. His dark eyes, the lean cut of his large body, the ink covering him in different designs, patterns, and words, not to mention the freaking twelve pack of abs he sports—not really. But my mind blurs when I try to count each delicious indention, all of him is fantastic…even the scars. They mar his perfect skin, and some of them are truly horrific in nature, but they are still beautiful, because they are part of him. Unlike my scars which are much smaller and just contained in one spot, his cover him. I don’t know how he got them, but I instinctively know he got them being a man. A good man. He has a military tattoo, so he was probably wounded overseas. His scars aren’t like mine. His are honorable. His are…special. They make him more…not less.
“I told you. I’m messy. Your…well… I mean…You’re kind of dripping out of me…”
“I’m…dripping…out of you?”
“Your cum,” I tell him, and I’m glad the room is kind of dark, because I don’t want him to see how embarrassed I get at admitting that.
“You’re getting out of bed to wash me away?” he roars, and he really is roaring. I’d almost lay odds that they could hear him a few counties over.
“Well, yeah,” I whisper, still not able to look at him, but that’s because my eyes are glued to one certain part of him. “You’re really big, Michael.”
“Damn it, Hayden. What are you talking about?” he asks, and he sounds confused, but I’m not really paying attention. His dick is hard again and it’s pointing up at me, bouncing and teasing me. It’s almost as if it’s saying, ‘Do you want more of me?’
I do…I really do.
I smile. “You’re like really, really big.” I catch myself almost moving my hands for emphasis.
; “Hayden?” he asks again, and his voice has changed. I force myself to look up at him. His eyes are focused on me. I expected to see his irritation and maybe even anger. I don’t. What I see is shock. I don’t answer his earlier question. I ask the only thing on my mind at the moment.
“How did you fit inside of me?”
He snorts…literally snorts with laughter at my question, then he picks me up in his arms, as if I wasn’t pregnant and outgrowing my clothes. He picks me up as if I was light as a feather.
I hold onto him with a startled gasp. “Michael! Your leg! What the heck are you doing?” I ask when he starts walking away from the bed.
“My leg is fine. It was just a graze and it’s the last thing you need to worry about.”
“But—”
“I’m going to take you into the shower and wash my cum from your body. Then I’m going to show you exactly how I fit inside of you.”
“Oh,” I whisper softly, the images sliding through my mind like a movie—a very erotic and explicit movie, causing my entire body to flush hot.
“And then I’m going to fill you so full of cum it’s leaking down your legs, and that’s exactly how you will sleep, Hayden.”
“I will?” I ask him, my body trembling in his arms as we make it into the bathroom.
“You will. You’ll sleep with your body completely full of my cum and your pussy and legs covered in it.”
I swallow, my eyes closing, envisioning exactly what he said.
“Nothing to say to that, Beauty?” he asks, after standing me on my feet and reaching over to turn on the shower. My eyes pop open, sensing his fiery gaze on me. His eyes are appraising me, and I lick my lips, my body feeling like the slightest touch might send me over the edge.