by Angel Steel
Although my body has other ideas, this between the two of us needs to slow down. I need her to trust me and myself in her. When it comes to telling her the real reason I’m here, I know deep down that she’ll run away and never see me again. It won’t matter what we have between us, once I say the words to her why I’ve come into her life, she will hate me. Not so much that I want her, but the fact that what’s going to go down soon with her owning the shop, and the fact that I need to get close to her father. Yep, that's going to be the relationship killer.
I’ve had way too much to drink. I lean against the counter in the kitchen waiting for my next drink. I can’t remember the last time I’ve drunk this much and actually enjoyed being myself instead of being in pain. Shaking my head to remove where my thoughts were heading.
“Seriously how long does it take to make a drink, Lexi,” I whine. Yeah, I know, but I’m thirsty and having fun for the first time in a long time.
“Hold ya horses, babe. It’s coming,” Lexi answers me.
Leaning my head back, the music playing is seeping into my body, taking control over it and my body begins to move. Stepping away from the counter, I nudge Lexi on the shoulder as I start moving around her, stopping at her back while the guy in front of her is pouring our drinks. I slide my body down hers and back up gripping her hips and moving them with my own. My hips sway from side to side, as my hands travel from Lexi’s hips to her arms and lift them above her head. I’m never one to do this with a chick, well dirty dancing that is, but Lexi is my girl and well, shit, I’m drunk. So it happens when I’m like this.
Lexi starts to shake her hips with me still holding her hands above her head. I start to slide my hands down her arms and shift closer behind her, our bodies pressed together. The guy in front stops pouring the drinks and his eyes are glued to us. My hands trace down over her ribs close enough that I skim over the side of her breasts, her ass grinding against my thigh. Resting my hand over her stomach and guiding our movements together.
“Holy shit,” I hear behind me. Smiling, I turn us both in that direction and stop my movement. Several guys are standing there practically panting with the way we were dancing together, but that’s not what made me stop. Zane.... Zane stands there staring at me. His eyes travel over my body and in their wake a fire begins to follow until they land on my lips. I can’t help it as my tongue sneaks out and traces over my bottom lip.
His eyes change instantly. Darker.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I let go of Lexi and stand to the side. Zane is way too much for me. He actually scares me a little by the way he looks at me. Of course, I want him. I’d be stupid if I didn’t, but I can’t bring myself to move on from my dead husband. I’m holding onto a small hope that he really isn’t dead and will walk back into my life like nothing has happened. I know its crap, but I am holding onto him as much as I can. I never want to forget him. I know I need to move on with my life and be happy like he wanted me to, instead of continually mourning him.
Zane isn’t the guy I want to do it with. Yes, I’m sure I could forget everything if I was around him, but I know he isn’t the right choice. He isn’t going to stick around after he’s had enough of working at the shop. Plus, the fact is, I can’t handle my heart being ripped from my chest again. I’m never going to allow my heart to fall for him. My body… yes, but that’s the extent of it. Could I even do that? Doubtful. We are workmates, nothing more and it’s staying that way between us. I can deal with that more than giving my heart and body to him. Yep, that’s my plan. God I hope I stick to it because I can’t handle any more heartache.
My eyes stray to where Zane remains standing. His eyes still on me as he speaks to several of the guys in the kitchen. My cheeks heat up. Glancing away from him, I tap Lexi on the back gaining her attention. She turns around and hands me my drink. “Thanks,” I say before I practically swallow all of the contents in one gulp. I gasp at the burn that slides down my throat and begin to wave my hand in front of my mouth. Damn! What the fuck was in that?
“Water,” I rasp out. Everything in front of me suddenly blurs and I begin to sway from side to side then strong arms are wrapping around me from behind holding me up. My head’s spinning. Shit that was strong. Maybe I should’ve asked what was in it before I drank the whole damn lot like that.
“Are you all right?” Zane’s voice echoes in my head.
“Yeah,” I whisper and step away from him. I waver on my feet yet again and reach out to the countertop for support. A hard body shifts behind me, holding my weight against their own.
“No, you’re not,” Zane whispers into my ear. The heat from his hands resting on my hips burns me. His hot breath lingers near my ear as he breathes in and out. And the heat radiating from him as he stands too close behind me has me overheating. I’m too hot. My skin is burning up and I’m starting to see white stars on the countertop while I stare at it. Pushing Zane back and away from me, I stumble toward the back door needing the cold night air to cool my body down.
I hear my nickname being called out from behind, but I don’t care. I move quickly outside and drop down onto the wet grass, taking deep breaths trying to calm myself. Resting my forehead on the grass and closing my eyes as tears begin to form in them. I suddenly feel a hand slide up over my back and stop at my neck and start to massage it. Each breathe in, I hold for a second and then let it out. My head continues to spin, my stomach turns and I know I’m close to spewing. Still resting my head on the grass I remove the hand at my neck and kneel up. The world spins right in front of me.
“I don’t feel that well,” I mumble to whoever is behind me. I need to go home. I struggle to stand, then out of nowhere I’m being lifted into someone’s arms.
“Home?” I know who has me in their arms, but right now I don’t care.
Nodding my head against Zane’s shoulder I hear several people asking things, but I can’t quite figure out what’s being said. I hear Lexie’s voice to my side, ‘here, take her truck, it’s parked out front.’ Zane says something back and then he starts to move. I curl up into his body heat. Leaning on the wet grass was a stupid thing to do. I shiver as the cool air hits the water on my skin from the grass, so I shift closer into Zane’s body.
Seconds later his body heat is gone from mine and an engine starts up then a blast of heat hits me and I rest my head against something hard as we begin to move. I can’t bring myself to open my eyes, whatever was in that cup really put me on my ass. Next time I’ll be asking what’s in it for future reference. The engine noise begins to disappear from my hearing and my head becomes heavier, then in no time I’m out completely.
My dick is still hard as I stand on the opposite side of the bathroom door and listen while Hellcat has a shower. I’m not moving from where I am. The most important reason why, is that she’s still drunk and I’m trying to get her to sober up somewhat. But also the fact that she’s completely naked and dripping wet behind the door, has my cock straining painfully against my wet jeans.
It was a mission to get her in that damn shower. She fought me on it. Telling me to leave her alone, but I couldn’t. She’s too far wasted and I want to make sure she’s all right. I practically had to drag her kicking and screaming into the shower, resulting in my jeans and shirt getting soaked. Jesus! She really is a Hellcat, the nickname everyone calls her. A pain in the ass is more like the way she’s acting. Trouble with a capital T.
Resting my head against the closed door, I imagine the water cascading over her perfect body. Her hands gliding over her mouth-watering breasts and squeezing her nipples, pulling a moan from her lips. Her hand sliding down over her stomach and pushing between her legs as she begins playing with herself.
Moaning at the images flashing in my head, I bump my head against the door. Gripping the handle in my hand, wanting nothing more than to open the damn door between us and take her. But I can’t. I want her to remember everything that I do to her. Every moan that slips from her lips. Every touch of my hand. Eve
ry lick. Every nip. Every suck. I want her to remember that it will be my cock deep inside of her and not someone else’s.
The water turns off and I hear the shower door open, stepping back from the door I wait. It’s killing me not to open the door. I need a drink… bad. Spinning around not wanting to stand there like a lost puppy, I begin to make my way across the room. Resting my hand on the door handle I begin to turn it, but stop when the door behind me opens.
“You’re still here? I thought I said I didn’t need you here anymore,” she growls.
I can’t help the grin that forms over my lips. She really didn’t want me here at all, like I was really going to leave her in the state she was in. Turning around I face her, watching as she shifts toward her bed and sits down on the edge holding her head in her hands.
“Did the shower help?” I ask walking over and stopping right in front of her.
“A little,” she mumbles from behind her hands.
I take her in. Her brown hair dripping wet, water droplets running down her toned arms, her legs still wet, and the tiny white towel that’s wrapped around her delicate body sits high up on her thighs as she rests there unknowing what she’s actually doing my body.
Pushing the want down for her, I rest my hand on her head. “Do you want any Advil, water, something?” I say massaging her head.
“Just keep doing what you are now, please,” she whispers from behind her hands.
I step closer and raise my other hand and continue to massage my fingers along her skull. Gliding both my thumbs along her forehead as I dig the tips of my fingers into her hair. Her hands drop from her face and her head falls forward and rests on my stomach, while I continue to the back of her head and down her neck. Her sweet moans reach my ears, her fingers trace over my thigh edging up slowly. I groan and dig my fingers harder into her neck. This isn’t good. I have to move away from her, but my body isn’t listening to me. It’s happy where it is with her hands on me.
“Hellcat,” I say, stopping what I’m doing and lifting her face up with my hand. She looks up and her eyes land on mine. The words I want to say won’t come out. Not a word, not a single damn word. I search her eyes, wanting her to answer my unspoken words. She sits back still looking at me, the towel shifts from around her breasts and sits loosely against them just barely keeping them covered. Stepping back I rub the back of my neck, I need to get out of here. I can’t stay a minute longer or she’ll end up naked on her back with me between her legs buried deep inside of her, where I want to be the most right now. Turning away from the temptation of her, I start to make my way toward the door.
“Zane,” I barely hear my name on her lips.
“Yeah,” I reply without looking her way.
“Can you stay the night with me, please?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck! The words I want to hear the most pass her lips. But it isn’t the way I want it to happen.
Turning around I face her. “Hellcat, you have no idea how much I want to spend the night with you.” I stop, thinking carefully how to word the next part.
“Amelia,” she whispers. Frowning toward her. “My name is Amelia,” she says standing from the bed.
“Amelia,” I say with a smile. “If I stay here with you, in that bed,” I point toward it, “I won’t be thinking of sleeping at all.” Her eyes go wide at my words. “I want to bury my cock inside of you. I want to take you hard, in every position I can have you in and more. I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. I want you to squeeze my cock as I fuck you, and I want to watch as you play with your sweet pussy and come for me at my voice only. I want a lot from you Amelia, but it won’t be sleeping in that bed. I don’t think you’re ready for that from me.”
Her breathing is rapid, her chest falling up and down quickly at my words. Her tongue sneaks out and licks her lips while her eyes roam over my body and land on the front of my jeans. Her hands grip the side of the towel wrapped around her body as she continues to stare at my erection. Her eyes never leave my jeans as she climbs up onto the bed and kneels there at the end of it. Her hands fidget in front of her with the towel. I can’t take my eyes away from her as her eyes travel over my body. She looks up at my face and with a slight grin, unties the towel showing me her body and slowly drops it to the bed.
My body pulls taut at her kneeling on the bed facing me completely naked. Resting my hands at the side of my body, I watch on as she ever so slowly lifts her hands and begins to trace the side of her breasts, skimming her thumb over her erect nipple. A moan slips past her lips as her eyes close while she continues down the center of her chest and travels lower.
“Amelia,” my voice hoarse as I follow her hand until it stops and rests between her legs.
She spreads her thighs apart enough for me to see her glistening sex covered in moisture. I moan, my feet move forward, but I stop. My eyes glued to her pussy. Swallowing the lump in my throat, she lays down completely, thighs spread further apart, eyes locked on my own as her fingers dance over her clit. Her head falls back, a gasp breaks from her lips while her hips lift up at the pleasure she’s giving herself right there in front of me. Her left-hand rises to her breast and pinches her nipple.
Undoing my jeans, I slip my hand in and wrap it around my aching cock and stroke once. “Spread yourself for me, Amelia. I want to see that wet pussy,” I sigh. She grins slightly, but does what I ask of her. Her head comes up and gasps watching my own hand work over my cock. I take another step toward her, watching as she spreads her lips apart further for me to see.
Twisting the piercing down the shaft of my cock. “I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers. Show me how much you really want my cock, baby,” I don’t even know the sound of my own voice as I speak to her.
She gives me one more look and drops down flat on the bed and inserts two fingers and slowly begins to move them in and out of herself. Her hips rock up and down with every movement of her fingers.
“I want you to go slower, Amelia.” I was driving myself crazy watching as she continues to finger herself in front of me.
“God, I’m so wet, Zane,” she hisses.
My hand glides over my cock quicker at her words, taking another step toward the bed, my eyes zero in as her fingers slide from her pussy coated in her wetness and then disappear from my view. She stops for a second and slows her actions. I step closer till I’m standing right at the end of the bed. I can smell her, taste it in the air in the room. Licking my lips, I kneel down having a closer view of what she’s doing. Wrapping my hands around her ankles I slowly begin to stroke them up her legs, higher and higher and stop near the junction of her sex, rubbing my thumb in circles at the edge of her pussy.
“Please, I need you to touch me,” she whimpers as I edge closer to her pussy.
Removing her fingers, I lift them up to my mouth and wait till her eyes are on my own and insert them into my mouth. Never taking my eyes from her, I suck her juices from them slowly, drawing her fingers out unhurriedly, moaning at the taste of her. I inch her legs wider apart, running my nose above her pussy, breathing in her scent.
I’m done for!
My lips skim over her clit, once, twice. She gasps as I trace over her entrance with my tongue. Her body quivers at my touch then my mouth is on her, licking her clit, nibbling with my teeth, pulling slightly as I slip a finger inside of her. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes from my mouth as she tenses at my entrance.
“Ahh,” she groans.
“You taste so sweet,” I pant softly while I add another finger deep inside of her. “So fucking sweet,” I gasp my voice climbing.
Amelia whimpers as I massage her clit with my tongue. My fingers moving deeper inside of her, her sweet, addictive taste. A drug I will constantly want more of.
“Holy fuck… ” she mumbles. Her body jerking against the movements of my tongue, craving my full attention. “More,” she urges, her legs spreading even wider apart. Both of her hands grip my hair, pulling me further into her.
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nbsp; I push my tongue deeper inside her pussy, twisting, darting in short hard thrusts. My cock throbbing at the feel of her on my mouth. I start pumping my hips into the end of her bed, like a damn horny teenager. Her taste… fuck, it drives my desire higher, wanting to devour her entirely. She breathes out loudly, releasing my hair and drops them to her side to clutch at the sheets.
“God! Oh, yes. Yes!” she screams. Her legs tighten around my head, locking me between her thighs cutting off my windpipe, but I don’t care, I fucking love it. I continue to devour her, my fingers sliding inside her faster as her muscles constrict around them like a vice as she comes apart. I keep going, licking her slowly, not wanting to ever stop and prolonging the feeling for as long as I can. I know it won’t last that long.
I need to be inside of her and now. Pulling my mouth away, I kneel up and shift between her legs and above her and crash my mouth to hers. Her arms wrap around my shoulders pulling me in. Her tongue flicks at my own, tasting herself on me. Then her lips suck at my own tongue. Groaning, grinding my hips against her, I reach down and position the tip of my cock at her entrance, and stroke it up and over her now sensitive clit, drawing the sensations out.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now, Amelia,” I sigh. I wish I hadn’t used the only condom in my wallet earlier. Sitting up, holding my cock in my hand and slowly swirling the tip in the wetness seeping from her pussy, around her entrance then back up and over her clit. Her body trembles as I grip onto her thigh holding them apart.
“Fuck me then, Zane,” moaning around her words.
“I can’t. I don’t have a condom on me,” Fuck! I hated saying those words to her.
She reaches down and wraps her small hand around my own, flicking her thumb over the tip of my cock.
“That’s not helping,” I growl.