The Dirty Dozen: Damsel Edition

by Kay Maree

  “I-I’m not,” she stutters.

  “You are but that’s okay,” I say with a grin. “Soon enough you’ll be begging me for more and you’ll forget all about trying to hide your reactions and gorgeous body from me.”

  “You-you’re way too cocky for your own good,” she glares at me.

  Taking myself in hand, I line my cock up with the entrance of her pussy. Her heat scalds me, as I push the first inch inside. “Yeah, and you love me anyway,” I grunt, attempting to remember not to rush this.

  All thoughts of slow and tender are obliterated at what Lani says next, though. “Fuck me, Blake. I’ve been using my vibrator for months pretending it was you. I’m ready, I promise.”

  The truth is right there in her crystalline-blue eyes. Lani is ready for me. For us. She wants me as much as I want her. Thank fuck.

  But before I can truly make her mine, she has to know. Lani has to know that she’s my first and will be my only. She has to know that when this is over, we’re only just beginning.

  “You might’ve gotten off using a piece of plastic, something, just so you know, I’ll be burning later since all your pleasure is mine to give, but this is a first for me, babe.” Lani’s mouth drops open as if to argue, but I silence her with a kiss before she can say a word. “Whatever you think you know, whatever anyone has told you, it’s bullshit. Yeah, I messed around, but it never went any further. I didn’t want to come to you without being able to offer you this part of me, Lani. Knowing your virginity was mine to take, mine to cherish, I wanted to give you the same in return.”

  “Blake.”

  “No tears, babe,” I say, kissing away the few that have already escaped. “This, you, you’re my gift, my reward. For what? I’ve got no fucking clue, but I’ll spend the rest of my life thanking whoever’s listening for putting you on this Earth for me to find.”

  Without waiting for a response, my cock screaming at me to move, I sink further inside Lani with a muttered curse. “Fucking heaven.”

  Regardless of how wet she is, it’s a struggle to fit even half my length inside her. “Relax, baby. Wrap your legs around my waist and open that sweet pussy up for me,” I moan, pushing in another inch.

  Looking down between our bodies to where we’re connected, it’s almost obscene how stretched out her tiny cunt is around my cock. The fear I’m hurting her is almost enough to have me pulling out. But knowing Lani was made for me, hearing her mewls of pleasure and watching her eyes cloud with desire is proof enough that she can take it all. Take all of me.

  My thumb finds her clit and I press down, rubbing it in tight circles until I feel Lani’s internal muscles relax a fraction. Taking that as my cue, I thrust the last four inches of my cock into her depths and still with my balls pressed to her ass and my hips cradled by hers.

  “I love you, Lani,” I tell her on a whisper. “Only you. Only ever you,” I chant as I begin to move.

  Lani’s fingers trace my arms, up over my shoulders and neck before finding purchase in my hair. “I’ve loved you since I was three-years-old and thought boys were gross. And I love you now. More than anything, Blake.”

  Our bodies move in sync. Every one of my thrusts Lani matches. Every grind she counters, swiveling her hips. My finger strums her clit and Lani’s walls spasm, pulling me deeper until I can’t hold on any longer.

  My lips seek out the smooth column of throat neck as I bury my head in the crook of her neck. “Fuck,” I exclaim on a muted roar. Biting down on the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder, I barely contain my primal yell of victory as Lani’s cunt clamps down hard.

  “Blake. Oh God, yes, Blake. There,” she moans wildly, tugging on my hair so hard that I’ll have to check for bald patches later.

  Rising to my knees, I slam in and out like a man possessed. Never deep enough. Never hard enough. Not remotely close enough.

  Just as my vision dims, my balls pulled up tight and my cock throbbing in anticipation, my world narrows. Everything I am, everything I will be, everything I can be with Lani by my side explodes. It’s in the wake of the most intense experience of my life that I realize the truth. The man I was before Lani, the man I thought I was turning into was nothing in comparison to who I will become now that I’ve found my other half.

  The enormity of finding my truth, my soulmate while inside the woman I love isn’t lost on me. Neither is the knowledge that I’ll bleed, fight, and die to keep her safe.

  With this in mind and her cunt wrapped around my cock, I vow, “Forever, Lani. You and me, we’re forever.”

  But it’s not until later, in the darkness, after I’ve cleaned my girl up and she’s snuggled into my side that I get the answer that makes me whole.

  “You’re my forever, Blake. You always will be.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lani

  If it weren’t for Blake, school, studying for finals and my afternoon shifts at Lollies Ice - the ice cream shop I’ve been working at since I was thirteen - the last four weeks would have dragged at an alarmingly slow pace. But now, with only two weeks until graduation, I feel as if time is getting away from me.

  Everything I had planned to have in place by the time I walked across the stage has fallen by the wayside after my parents found out about my not wanting to go to college. And without even a heated conversation with them about my future, I don’t see that changing any time soon.

  Deep down I understand why they are upset; I’m their only child after all. All of their hopes and dreams were pinned on me getting my degree, followed by a good job and a home in the suburbs just like them. They wanted me to eventually find a man, settle down, and make them grand babies they could dote on and spoil while I continued to work a job that provided financial security for my cookie-cutter family. What mom and dad seemed to be overlooking, though is what I want. And it’s not that. At least, not their version of it.

  Ever since I was a little girl and I realized Blake was the beginning, middle and end of my story my plan was set in stone. I would grow up, work for my Uncle Max until I was skilled enough to either take over for him or start my own studio, make Blake Kensington fall in love with me, and then we’d get married, have beautiful babies and live happily ever after.

  Simple dreams for a simple life. Or so I thought.

  I still want that and I want it with Blake, but my parents can’t or won’t get on board with what they call frivolous dreams amounting to a substandard life. They want better for me, I get that, but what’s better than doing what you love in a place you love with the man you love? Nothing, that’s what.

  “You called, little bit and I’m here, but you’re gonna have to say somethin’ if you want me to stay,” Uncle Max grins, tugging on the end of my braid.

  Sighing, I look over at the giant of a man sitting across from me.

  Two days ago, I called Uncle Max and asked if he would meet me at the diner in town. I told him it was important, that I needed his help and here he is. Not that I expected anything less. Uncle Max might be huge, tattooed, dressed in denim and leather, and terrifying to those who don’t know him, but to me, he’s the man who’s always had my back and pushed me to follow my heart.

  By way of starting the conversation, I ask, “When did they call you?”

  “I’d say somewhere between your dad losing his mind and saying shit he didn’t mean and him being a dick and making things worse by leavin’ that shit unresolved,” Uncle Max answers with a grimace.

  “So, some time within twenty-four hours of me giving them the news then?” I press.

  “Little bit,” he groans, reaching across the booth to take my hand in his much larger one. “I’ve always know where you were headed. Tried to get your old man to see it too, but he’s always been too stubborn to see what was right in front of him when it came to you. Told you then, and I’ll tell you now; you want to work for me, ink skin, share your art with the world that way, then I’ll make it happen. Your old man might be my b
est friend outside the club, but that doesn’t count for shit if he can’t pull his head out of his ass and support your dreams.”

  The relief I feel at Uncle Max speaking the words I’ve longed to hear is immense. Just knowing that someone, aside from Blake and Brendan is in my corner gives me more than enough courage to take this next step.

  “I think I need to move out.” At his guarded expression, I rush on to say, “I’ve been saving up, and even though I can’t afford much, I think it’s for the best. Mom and dad aren’t happy, which I could accept if there looked like there was any chance they were going to come around any time soon. But they aren’t budging on this, Uncle Max. They want me to go to college, and there’s no convincing them otherwise. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

  “You given any thought to where you’re gonna go?” He asks, as if I haven’t just dropped a major bombshell.

  “What? You mean, you aren’t going to convince me to stay at home?”

  Chuckling, Uncle Max shakes his head. “Nah, little bit. I learned early on there’s no changing your mind when you’ve got your heart set on something. All I want to know is what your plans are and if you need me to call in any of my brothers to help you out?”

  The brothers he’s referring to are the other members of the Devil’s Spawn Motorcycle Club he belongs to. I don’t know much about that side of his life, but I do know that if Uncle Max put in a call to them, they would drop everything to help me. Apparently it doesn’t matter they don’t know me from Eve, they’re a family and family helps their own.

  Must be nice, I mutter to myself. I wish my family were like that. Fair or not, what I thought I had with my mom and dad, their unwavering support and understanding was nothing more than a pipe dream the second I decided to go off script and against their wishes. And for the life of me, I don’t know how to get our relationship back on track without relenting to their demands.

  Pulling myself together, I reply, “There’s a small apartment available for rent above the dry cleaners, two doors down from Savage Skin. I spoke to the owner’s son yesterday, and he told me I would only need to pay one month deposit as long as I’m willing to sign a six month lease.”

  Simon, the owners son seemed nice, albeit a little creepy. The fact that he held an entire conversation while looking at my chest probably should have concerned me more than it did, but seeing as one of the first things he told me was that he wouldn’t be around much unless I needed him, I’m not too worried about him becoming a problem. Certainly not a big enough one to deter me from signing a lease.

  “If you decide to take it, I’ll send one of the boys over to check the locks and install a security system.” Before I can protest, he follows it up with, “Non-negotiable, little bit. A woman living alone is target enough, let alone one as young as you. But add that to the fact that joint’s a block down from a bar that gets a shit ton of foot traffic, and you’re just asking for trouble. Might not be as much of a hard ass as your folks, sweetheart, but that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you.”

  Uncle Max’s concern hits me right in the feels I tell you. I sigh and then nod. “Okay, but I haven’t given him my answer yet. I want to talk to Blake about it first.”

  “Blake, huh,” he smirks. At my incredulous expression, Uncle Max lets out a bark of laughter, causing more than a few of the diner’s nosy patrons to turn and stare. “The way you two have been circling each other, I thought this would’ve happened ages ago.”

  “You...I...What?”

  “That boy stares at you like you hung the moon, sweetheart. Only other time I’ve seen that look in a man’s eyes is when I’m thinkin’ about my wife and look in the mirror.”

  Wow. Just wow.

  If what he says is true, then I’m far luckier than I thought because the love my Uncle has for my Aunt Adelyn is truly something amazing to behold. He dotes on his wife, adores her to distraction.

  They may have had a rocky start, and that would be putting it mildly, but nowadays, their relationship is the epitome of perfection. Honestly, it’s what I’ve always wanted for myself. So now hearing I may have it, or at least the chance at something like they have, I couldn’t be happier or more excited.

  “Talk it over with the kid, then get back to me so I can put the boys on doing the upgrades. As for you working at Savage Skin, you can start as soon as you get done with school. No use in putting it off since you’ve got your heart set on it, but you’ve gotta know, it won’t be all tattoo guns and wicked ink, sweetheart. You’re gonna have to prove yourself, and to do that, you’re gonna have to work your way up from the ground floor. The guys will have you sweeping, cleaning toilets, and playing gofer for a while, little bit,” he warns.

  And I’m okay with that. Truly I am.

  I knew when I approached Uncle Max about working for him that I wouldn’t get preferential treatment. And honestly, I don’t want it. I want to know I earned my spot at Savage Skin, not that it was given to me because of who I know.

  “I can’t wait,” I squeal, launching myself across the booth and into his outstretched arms. “I promise I’ll do anything asked of me and then some. Hard work doesn’t bother me and neither do long hours. Whatever they want.”

  “They’ll hold you to that, little bit,” he grins. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a scrap of paper. “This is Dean’s number. He’s managing the shop and my most experienced artist. He’s expecting your call sometime this week, so make sure you get in touch. Any problems, you know you can call me any time, but he’s gonna be the person you directly report to. The other guys are good, Brittany too. She’s a spitfire and a bit of a smartass like you, so I’ve got no doubt you to will get on. Don’t let her looks fool you, though,” he cautions. “Brittany’s pint size but dangerous when riled. Her old man and big brother are ex-Rangers and taught her everything they know about taking down a man three times her size.”

  My stomach churns with excitement. My brain is going a million miles an hour, thinking about everything I hope to learn and one day, employ. Not only is this an amazing opportunity to learn from some of the best in the industry, but it sounds as if they are stand-up people too.

  “I won’t let you down,” I vow seriously. “Thank you doesn’t seem like enough, but it will have to do until I can give you a kickass tattoo to add to your collection.”

  “Don’t thank me, just live your dreams, little bit,” he says equally as serious.

  Chapter Nine

  Blake

  With her naked body beneath me, her tits pressed hard to my chest, and her pussy grasping my thick cock, I slam into Lani with a desperation I thought would fade after the first dozen or so times I took her. I was wrong, though. If anything my need for her has ratcheted up a notch since I found out my girl was thinking about moving out without me.

  According to her, Lani spoke to her Uncle about starting work at Savage Skin, but the conversation quickly evolved into her divulging her plans regarding her future living situation. To say I was pissed, still am if I’m honest, was a massive fucking understatement.

  Rationally, I get that I haven’t shared my vision of us living together in a place we’d call ours yet, but that didn’t stop the overwhelming surge of anger from coming when Lani told me of her plans.

  Our first fight where she looked hurt at my lack of enthusiasm and I yelled at her it wasn’t happening, quickly dissolved into a heated make-out session. Which leads us to now. My girl, my life, my princess writhing under my hands, moaning my name.

  “Tell me,” I demand, thrusting into her more forcefully. “Tell me you’ll move in with me and make our place a home.”

  When she doesn’t answer me immediately, with great effort I pull out of her tight heat and flip her over onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, I position her, ass in the air, cheek to the mattress as I tweak both her nipples. My cock slides along the crease of her ass before finding her center and sliding home.

  Lani’s rough exhale and my
growl are the only sounds that can be heard, aside from skin slapping skin, and the wet slide of my dick in and out of her cunt.

  “Spread your legs wider. I need deeper.” My command is harsh, but so is the desire strumming every nerve ending, putting me on edge.

  Needing to feel as close to her as possible, wanting to brand myself on her skin to show the world who she belongs to is playing havoc with my self-control. Every time I think about Lani moving into that shit hole apartment above a fucking dry cleaner, my brain switches off and my body takes over.

  Some people would call what we’re doing angry sex, a punishment fuck, but that’s not what this is. Instead, this is simply me claiming my girl, making sure she knows where she belongs and who she belongs to.

  “Blake. I’m close. I need more,” Lani breathes out, pushing herself back onto my cock.

  “I know what you need, and you’ll get it when you give me what I want,” I grunt, delivering a firm smack to her shapely ass.

  At her shriek, I slam all ten inches of my rock-hard cock deep inside of her, spanking her over and over again until she’s a quivering mess, begging me to make her come.

  I’d like to say her pleas are what has me reaching around to strum her clit, causing her to instantly detonate in my arms, but it isn’t. What forces my hand is Lani’s submission. The knowledge that she gets off on me commanding her body and owning her pleasure.

  This side of me came as a surprise to us both. Granted, I’ve always felt possessive and territorial when it comes to Lani, but I never realized it ran this deep. In hindsight, it makes sense, though. My determination and single-minded focus have forever been a boon and a curse. My Mom hates that I can’t multitask, but my Dad loves how it translates work wise. They always told me, one day I’d find the perfect outlet but I highly doubt they considered it would be Lani on the receiving end of it.

  “Tell me,” I growl again, making her shiver.

  Her back is now pressed to my front, her knees spread and the heat from her freshly-spanked ass is radiating against my groin. I don’t stop thrusting into her entirely, but I do slow right the fuck down when I hear the hitch in her breath.