by Claire Adams
"Naw, this is better." He moved up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, pressing himself to my back. "There's more privacy here."
One strong hand moved up to squeeze my breast as the other slid down into my pants just over my panties. His fingers tugged at my sex before tapping lightly. His voice was low and thick with lust.
"Besides, with those laughing girls downstairs, no one will hear you scream my name, right?" He opened his mouth and pressed it to the side of my neck just under my ear, pushing his teeth against me.
I groaned and pressed my hands to the door, pushing back against him, undulating my hips. My nipples budded tightly under his teasing, and my skin became incredibly sensitive to his touch.
"I don't care what they hear." I slid my hand into my jeans and refocused his efforts inside of my panties. A cry left me as his cold fingers spread me open and played with the sticky wet entrance of my body.
"So fucking hot, Val. I love how turned on you are." He pressed his finger deep inside of me as his cock wedged between the curves of my ass.
"Get these clothes off. Now." I pulled his hand from me and turned as he lifted his fingers to his lips and slipped them into his mouth.
He groaned as he licked at them, and I thought I might come just watching him. So confident. Cocky. Blistering hot.
"Take off your jeans and go lay on the bed," he said as he tugged off his shirt, and I reached out and brushed my fingers over the tight flesh of his defined abs. "Now."
I nodded, not caring too much about who was in control. I'd have been lying if I said that I hadn't entertained the thought of this moment since the night I was stranded on the side of the road. It was half the reason I took the car to his shop.
After pulling off my jeans, I worked my panties down my legs, trying to be sexy about it. If I didn't fall forward, I'd be alright.
A yelp left me as he grabbed the front of my thighs while I was bent over at the waist.
"Stay there or put your hands on the bed. Whichever." His voice was commanding, deep.
His fingers dug into me as he ran his nose up the back of my leg, so close to my center that my muscles locked.
"You smell so good, Val. Like vanilla and lust." He licked at my swollen flesh, and I let out another cry, half jerking up and gripping the edge of the bed. His hand slid over my ass and up to the center of my lower back as he pressed down a little. "Arch so I can see all of you."
I tried to hold back the whimper that leaked from my lips as he pressed his mouth against me fully and flicked his tongue back and forth slowly. My legs began to shake due to the intensity of his attack combined with how vulnerable I felt in the position I was in.
He grunted softly and ran his hands up under my sweater, pushing my bra up as he continued to suck and lick at my flesh. His fingers tugged at my nipples before palming my breasts and massaging softly. I thought I'd taken all I could handle when he moved up, licking an intimate line to the top of my ass.
"I want every part of you." He pressed kisses along my flesh as he made his descent back to lap at my wetness.
"Take it," I whispered through my panting.
"Come for me. Let me taste it." He slid his hands down to my thighs again and started to work me faster, deeper.
It didn't take more than a few minutes of him putting everything into it before I screamed, my eyes closing and my breath rushing from my lungs. The delicious sensation of a deep hard pulse filled me, and Tate didn't relent until I moved up on the bed and rolled onto my back.
"Oh my God. That was so far beyond good." I wrapped my arms around myself and crossed my legs tightly as the sensation continued to tease with me.
"Yeah, it was." He moved up the bed and slid his hands over my knees and down my thighs, parting them. "I want more."
"No." I lifted my foot and pressed it against the sexy muscles of his chest. His tats were beautiful and extensive. "I want you on top of me."
He smiled before licking his lips and crawling back off the bed. "What the lady wants, the lady gets."
I rolled on my side and watched him pull a condom from his jeans before letting them drop to the ground. He wasn't wearing underwear, and I was a little surprised, seeing how cold it was outside.
His cock was thick and standing proud as he rolled the condom on. He glanced up at me while he stroked himself a few times.
"You sure you-"
"Shut up and don't ask me again." I moved to my knees and pulled my sweater and tank top off.
He was on the bed when I started to work on my bra, and he reached around me to take care of it for me.
I traced the outline of the tribal pattern that moved from the base of his neck to his thick shoulders, loving how dangerous it made him look. "Beautiful."
"Yeah, you are, and bossy as hell, too." He ran his hands up my sides and pulled me up to my knees before cradling me in the tight hold of his arms and kissing my breasts one at a time.
I ran my fingers through his hair and leaned down to kiss his ear and the side of his face. "You like dominant women."
"You think?" He flicked his tongue over my nipple before settling back on his knees. "Get up here and show me how dominant you are."
I straddled him as he pressed himself inside of me with three strong thrusts. His grip on my ass was delicious and the tension from him forcing himself inside of me almost threw me over the edge again. I kept my hold on his shoulders and moaned unabashedly as he used my body to work his.
"So damn tight." He glanced up at me before gripping the back of my neck and pulling me down for a long kiss. The taste of my own arousal ran across my tongue, and I groaned just thinking about how good it would have been to watch him fuck me moments before.
His hands squeezed as he grunted and moved back. His gaze dropped down to where our bodies met, and he pulled one hand to his mouth, licking at his thumb before positioning it to press against my clit. He stole my breath when he looked up at me. The intensity of his stare mixed with the dark lust on his face was enough. "Fuck me, Valentine. Fuck me hard."
I dug my nails into his shoulder and arched my back, rolling my hips to work the full length of him as he closed his eyes and used one hand to hold himself up on the bed behind him.
"Like this?" I continued to work him as he nodded.
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and the image of him laid back, thrusting into me, enjoying himself would forever be etched into my memories.
Fire burst from the center of my stomach, and I closed my eyes and bounced on him, pressing against his thumb and taking pure advantage of how open he was with our intimacy.
"I'm gonna come, baby." He moved so fast that I didn't realize I was on my back until he shifted up, hovering over me and pulling one of my legs up with him. "Take another turn with me. Come again, Val."
"I did. I already did. Twice." I panted as the pressure intensified and my body started to purr with delight. "I want it again."
He reached down and brushed my hair out of my face as he continued to fuck me slow and deep.
"Trust me." It wasn't a question, but a command.
"Yes." I nodded and reached up to cup the side of his neck. "Anything."
"Good." He pressed his hand to the center of my chest, sliding it up and gripping the front of my throat tightly. "Breathe through your nose and open your legs wider, baby."
A moment of terror ran through me as my airway became slightly pinched, but I focused on him and opened my legs wider, letting him sink in the final inch or so.
"There you go." He licked his lips and locked his eyes on mine. "Hold on."
I gripped him tightly as he started to pound into me harder and harder. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt in my whole life. His hand never got any tighter around my throat, but the hold was controlling. He owned me in that moment, and I relented and screamed his name as the bed shook with our love making. My orgasm caused bright flashes of color to dance around my vision.
He dropped down on top of me, slid
ing his hand between me and the bed as he cupped my slick flesh and pressed his mouth to mine in a long, hot kiss as he finished thrusting.
"Where have you been all my life?" He moved his hands back up to smooth my hair down as he rested against me. We were both breathing loudly and the light sweat that stretched across our skin only made the moment more delicious.
"Right here." I brushed my fingers down the sides of his face. "Stay with me tonight."
"I'm not going anywhere." He leaned down and kissed me, leaving off the one word I wanted to hear tagged on to his promise.
Ever.
Chapter Twenty-One
Tate
I lay in the bed awake next to her after we fucked a few more times wishing I could give her the world. I had no choice but to run from her, but my heart broke at the thought of it.
She snuggled against me and let out a content sigh as I lay on my side and held her. Her long brown hair was a tangled mess, her lipstick smeared, and her eye makeup not at all where she'd carefully put it the night before.
It wouldn't have been hard to tell her that I was falling for her. I'd been looking for a woman like her for so damn long, and yet...this was it. I laid there beside her until the alarm clock read five. After kissing her damn near 10 times, I crawled out of the bed as carefully as I could and got dressed.
I found a scrap of paper on her desk and left her a note letting her know that I had to get out to the house and then to work. I told her that I'd call her later, but I knew I wouldn't.
I couldn't.
Her father was going to make sure of that.
There wasn't anyone awake in the house as I snuck out the front door and jogged to the truck. I owed Sam big time for letting me take his vehicle overnight when we'd just agreed on a few hours. Though his parents were great, he hated being stranded at home. I told him that he should have learned to drive a bike and he could have taken mine out for the evening.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Typical Sam. Scared of everything that might leave him breathless, women included. Maybe he had things right and I was in the wrong.
Risks had consequences.
I drove out to his place and swapped out the vehicles without going up to the house. It was dark, which left me to assume that everyone was still asleep – and they should be. It was the ass-crack of dawn. I should have been asleep somewhere, too, but I couldn't have stayed with Val and not told her the truth, not after the night we had. She had been so willing to give me ownership of her beautiful body, and more so, of her heart. She didn't fuck, she made love. A tendril of pain ripped through me, stealing the air from my lungs as I got on my bike and pulled on my helmet.
I'd never been the type of guy to let anyone push me around, yet my hands were tied and my head was in a fucking noose. David Scott had far more power than any man I'd ever met.
"Figures." I started the bike and headed home, driving fast in hopes of bleeding out some of my angst before I made it there. My mother didn't need any of my attitude, and I sure as hell didn't want to unload any of my mess onto her. She had plenty of her own problems.
The ride home didn't last nearly long enough, and I was still a little antsy by the time I got there.
My mother's beat-up car was sitting on the side of the house when I drove up, which at least offered a little bit of comfort. Maybe I had the wrong idea in keeping everything from her. She was reasonable and had more sense than I could ever hope to. Talking everything through might help me find a way to get out from under Val's dad and yet still get to keep her in my life.
I chained the bike up and walked into the darkness of the house, feeling my way around for a light, but the lamp wasn't where it should have been.
"What the fuck?" I kicked something and moved down to find the lamp on the ground in pieces. My heart leapt into my throat, and I jumped up, running down the hall blindly. "Mom? Mom? Where are you?"
I flipped on the hall light and went room to room, screaming for my mother. My heart was beating a million miles an hour as I jogged back into the living room with no answers, and not finding her anywhere.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and called her number, but the damn thing was in the kitchen. Something had happened. I was sure of it.
"Ms. Crumms." I opened the back door and jogged down the stairs as I headed over to our next-door neighbor’s house. The little old lady never missed a thing. If something happened to my mother, she'd know it.
I banged on the door, trying to calm myself a little so I didn't scare her.
She opened the door and lifted her eyebrow. "Well, dang, Tate. You trying to raise the dead, boy?"
"No, ma'am. I'm looking for my mother. I was out last night and her car is here, but it-"
"That crazy bastard she was dating came back." Ms. Crumms shook her head in disgust.
Sickness washed over me. Not again. Not while I was out.
"And, the cops showed up, too. I guess they had a tracker on him, and he didn't understand what that meant. He beat your poor momma up pretty good, but she's going to be okay now, I think." She reached out and touched my arm. "Come inside and warm up. You're trembling."
"No, thank you, though." Rage pumped through me at not only over my own indiscretions to spend the night away from home, but more so because of Val's father staying true to his word. I turned as Ms. Crumms said something, but I didn't catch it. I lifted my hand and waved as I jogged back toward the house, mumbling my thank you.
David Scott knew I was with Val, and he wanted to make his point. And, he had.
"This is all my goddamn fault." I jogged up to the house and locked all the doors. I assumed my mother was back at St. Mark's hospital. There was no reason to call when I could be there in 15 minutes.
The torrent of emotions that raced through me was numbing by the time I reached the hospital. I felt murderous toward Mr. Scott, and yet he had warned me. I had made the decision to disobey him and in that one selfish moment thought that I could dance with the devil and win. That I was something special.
I needed to let Val go. It was the only choice I really had. Time to own up to it.
*
The nurse that showed me to my mother's room was nicer than she had to be, but I was grateful. I was close to losing it, and it wasn't just about all the shit that had happened with Val and her dad, but my worrying over my mother's mental state. I'd finally gotten her past being afraid of her own shadow and now this...three times in the last few weeks.
"Mom?" I walked into the room to find her in a reclined position in the bed, watching the snow fall outside of her window.
"Tate. Hey." She looked over at me and extended her hand. Her lips were busted up pretty bad, as was her eye. She had a few stitches, which was nothing new, and yet my stomach sickened over it. Tears burned my eyes as I moved toward her and pulled her into a careful hug.
"I'm so sorry," I mumbled against her shoulder. "Please forgive me."
"Baby, you're being silly. This was Daniel's fault. He's a bastard, and it's my fault for loving him as much as I did. I shouldn't have ever let him in the house. Not back then, and not today." She tightened her frail arms around me. "The cops said that there will be no more bail for him. He's not getting out again, no matter what."
I nodded, unsure that I trusted myself to speak without bursting into tears, which wouldn't help anyone. I held her against me for a second longer before moving back and wiping at my eyes.
"This is my fault. I should have been there." I glanced behind me and grabbed a chair to pull up beside her bed.
"No it's not. You need to live your life." She gave me a crooked smile and winced. "Damn stitches."
"It is my fault, Mom. If I was there-"
"Then, the idiot would have probably killed you. It's all good. He's gone, and I'm done being anyone's punching bag. When I get out of here, we're going to start looking for a new place to live." She reached up and touched the side of her eye.
I dropped down into my seat and gave her a look.
"With what money, Mom?"
"My raise." She tried to smile, but didn't pull it off too well. "I got a raise at the hospital, and Dr. Barnes said that if I fill out a few forms, he'll look into putting me into a sponsorship program for battered women. They do all sorts of stuff for you, including help pay for your degree."
"Really?" This was the best news I'd heard in forever.
"Yep. I'll be in college right beside you." She laid her hand beside her, palm up.
I reached up and took it, clasping my fingers around hers softly. "So, there's no way for you to lose your job?"
"What? Heavens, no. Dr. Barnes thinks I'm the one who tugs the moon into the sky every night. There's no way anything can happen to my position. I work too hard, and there is already too much stacked against me, which they're aware of." She patted my hand with her free hand. "Now...tell me where you were last night. With that pretty girl? Val?"
"Yes, ma'am, but we're not going to see each other anymore." Sadness like I'd never experienced filled up the cavity of my chest, and I took a shaky breath.
"Well, I think that's the dumbest thing you could do. It's a mistake. She's the one. I just know it." She laid back and narrowed her eyes at me. "What's really going on? Tell me."
"Nothing. I'm just a little butt-hurt over her not wanting anything to do with me." I pulled my hand back and slumped down in my chair. "She's a Scott, Mom. Those people are takers and abusers. She's no different. I'm not interested in being her puppet."
"You a puppet?" She snorted. "I think you're full of it, but you'll talk to me about it when you want to. Until then, suffer in stony silence like you always do."
"I don't suffer in silence." I rolled my eyes and leaned back farther, letting my eyes close. "I'm glad you're okay. I almost had a heart attack when I got home and you weren't there."
"I know. I'm sorry for all I've put you through." Her voice was soft, but I had a hard time hearing what else she was mumbling. Now that I knew she was okay and the rest of our lives were relatively intact, sleep was taking me under.