by Ellie Jean
Caroline does care for me. Coming to help me instantly when I messaged her. She’s there for me when I need her. Giving me strength I didn’t know I needed.
“Then there’s my mother, who has held onto her love for this man for the entire twenty-nine years they have been separated and surprisingly Tomme is as in love with her as he was the day he left. How does that happen, shouldn’t I be ecstatic my parents want to be together? But should she be in this dangerous world with him now he expects me to take over from him?”
“Hold up.” Her eyes widen. “You are taking over?” A slight tremble runs across her body and I notice it straight away. My hands have been stationary by my side, worried I would take advantage of her drunken state if I so much as touched her with my finger, but I can’t refrain after witnessing that.
Clasping my hand around her back, I pull her toward my body and after a few seconds, she melts into my chest. The only problem being, her eyes aren’t on mine.
“Are you okay, Blossom?”
“Yeah.”
“If you haven’t guessed by now, I like being near you, or hearing your voice.”
“I like it when you’re with me too, Chuck.”
“Do I make you feel special?” I’d been wondering what else I needed to do when I drifted to sleep thinking of her laying right beside me. “‘Cause I haven’t done the whole roses and chocolates yet.”
“I only need you, Chuck. Your touch and words have me zinging, alive with excitement and passion. You make me believe I’m special to you.”
“It’s the truth.” And it was. There’s no other explanation for the rage, passion and at times gentleness I possess. “You are.”
“One thing could seal the deal though.” Half awake, she giggles.
“Oh yeah?” Intrigued by her ability to stay awake while I rub my hand through her hair, she’s fighting hard.
“I want to show you my ball skills.”
“Blossom.” Holding her tighter I smile. “Not tonight.”
I feel her lips pouting against my chest.
“Let me take your breath away tonight, like you steal mine when I look at you.”
Not wanting to disappoint her, my lips travel to her neck and the taste of her skin is delicious. Taking all of my willpower to stop myself from ripping her bra off, I carefully push her so her back is on the bed and I have access to her stomach and her thighs. Running my tongue over her sensitive areas, her breathing increases and my hand itches to play a part in this, but I won’t let it. Because I would get out of control. I want Caro to feel cherished tonight, especially after our last round. It’s about her.
Using my teeth gently, I pull down her red lace panties, sucking her inner thighs, making her squirm. My tongue slides across her clit and her body jumps from my intrusion. Grazing her skin with my fingers, I slowly circle with my tongue. Blossom’s small gasps and moans spur me on, her sweet smell tantalizing my senses. My cock is fighting for release, but I won’t. Not tonight. She’s too far gone to take advantage of her.
This is for Caroline.
I alternate between licking and sucking, my mouth touching the softest skin. Lapping up her juices, I use my hands to keep her knees down, spreading her open. My body weakens watching her writhing under my touch. I’m one fucking lucky bastard. Grateful I found this woman.
I’m relentless and insistent, swirling around and around. Non-stop driving her higher and higher.
“You feel good.” Her hands grab my hair and hold my head there.
Her hips flex up with each stroke, I spear my tongue inside of her, my teeth rubbing against her sensitive jewel and she groans in pleasure.
“Chuck…”
A ripple of goosebumps spreads across her skin and her grip tightens pulling my hair. She’s so close.
An inferno engulfs mine.
Ramping up my assault, faster and deeper, her body holds on to her release until I clamp down on her clit using my teeth. Jolting forward, my head is caught against her pussy and I lazily stroke her with my tongue. Caro rides her waves without inhibitions, screaming her release throughout the apartment.
I want to prolong the bliss for her. Flattening my tongue, I run it back and forth gently, her hips rocking and slowing. Her knees tried to squash my head, but I hold them firm, heightening her release.
Raising my face, I explore my chin with my tongue, tasting her juices on me. “You’re exquisite.”
“And you’ve literally stolen the breath from my lungs.” Gasping for air, her stomach falls and rises quickly. I move up the bed so I can look into her tired eyes.
Unsure how many times I think it a day, but Caro’s so beautiful.
“Sleep, Blossom.”
With a more even breath, she mumbles something and her arm crosses my chest, trapping me against her. This feels right. I belong against her body and she belongs in my arms.
Reaching down toward my feet to grab the sheet, I try not to disturb her, although a freight train wouldn’t wake her with the large amount of alcohol running through her veins. Covering her curves, my fingers lightly run up from her hips to her neck.
Revealing my true name to her could be a dangerous move and opening my deepest worries to her could be deadly. My heart exposed and raw, are we at the stage I can trust her to treat it with gentle hands? Her ability to give me peace in my boggled mind is what’s been missing from my life for a long time. I can fight with my hands, with weapons, but if Caroline turns away from me, I will have nothing to fight her with.
My lips brush against her mouth. “Goodnight, Caroline.”
Caroline
Four-thirty a.m. reads on the clock when my eyes try and focus.
“Good morning, Blossom.” A tender kiss is purposefully placed on my lips and I enjoy it giving me relief from my pounding head. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Hmmm. The best,” I lie.
“Great news, you can come and train with me before work.” My special smirk creeps on his face and he knows I’m lying. Bastard. But looking at his face dulls my splitting headache momentarily, giving way to the thumping in my chest.
It feels right laying with Chuck in bed, surrounded by his hotness and concern for me.
“Gosh, I would but I wouldn’t want to show you up.” I giggle and stick my head down in my pillow, trying to hide.
Large fingers tickle my ribs and I squirm. “Stop, my head.” I twist and turn, kicking my legs, squealing in pain. “Okay, okay. You win, I’m sick. My head hurts like a ton of bricks landed on it and my stomach is rolling ready to empty my alcohol consumption from last night.” Sliding his arms around me instantly, my head rests on his torso.
“Is that better?”
Safe, warm, my naked skin on his. What more do I want or need? I must have passed out before he came to bed with no clothes on. I would move heaven and earth to see this.
“Much.” My fingers trace down his arm and there’s once again a calmness between us. “But why am I awake so early?”
“I wanted to say good morning to you before I set off for training. There’s not much time left and I wanted to see your captivating blue eyes and feel your mouth one last time in case I can’t get back to you before the craziness of fight week starts.”
“Does that mean I won’t see you?” My face falls slightly.
“Probably.” A finger props up my chin, his honey eyes gently penetrate mine. “Preparing, training and being with the team will consume my movements until the fight. My mindset needs to be focused completely on my opponent.” His face is grim. “If I think of you and this sexy body, I will cave.” Mischief lightens his gaze. “Thinking of your pussy. Fuck… it’s going to be torture. I want you constantly thinking about how my cock’s going to make you scream next time I see you. Make no mistake, you’re mine.”
Next to my leg, his cock grows and my hand runs across his silky skin. It thickens under my touch. My lips seek his neck out, kissing him gently. Moving up to his mouth, we move our lips in uni
son, taking it slowly confirming we both want this and we are both in it for the long haul. I will sort through my insecurities while he’s away, praying I can rest knowing he wasn’t a part of his family when I was taken. My father won’t like it, but I’ll deal with him when he realizes the truth.
My moans get louder and my hand firms on his dick, I want more.
Breaking his release from my mouth, I pout at him.
“Not now.” Both of his hands run up my skin and clasp either side of my face.
“I thought you wanted to see my skills?”
Giving me a smirk, I see the battle brewing in his eyes. “I want you to miss me, crave me and knowing I will be suffering the same as you. Delaying our gratification, but now I will visualize your delectable body when I close my eyes, waiting in pure agony until I hold you next.”
Ummm, okay. Wow! My heart freezes and then pounds harder than my head, giddiness sweeps through me and it’s not from the alcohol.
Leaning in, my face close to his, I whisper, “I’ll be waiting, desperate to pick up from where we are leaving it today.”
My normal world shifts slowly. Daily work obligations, walking to get coffee—exercising—sometimes if I can be bothered, socializing on the arm of some latest hot shot, or old wealthy man being used as eye candy, dinners with Dad, purchasing clothes, shoes and on occasions a new lipstick, nights out with Starcy but the past few weeks have been the same yet vastly different.
Endless thoughts of Chuck occupy my mind. Reliving his touch nightly when I fall asleep, his deep voice echoing in my mind, drinking and eating with him, sharing small parts of our lives, watching our bodies touch and blend together as one, sitting in quiet with shivers weaving through my body recalling who this alpha male man is, desperately needing to connect with Chuck so I can keep doing what I normally do. Bombardment of thoughts about a man who is consuming every inch of me spiraling within have changed my normal, mundane world.
I want this all to continue. I need it to continue. Waking up in the morning, thinking about Chuck, good or bad is exhilarating. I care about him. It’s clear I want there to be an us and he’s absolute I am his. I won’t argue.
Unexpected and quick but heartfelt and fierce.
Striking me to the core.
“I have to go.” Pushing his fingers through my long hair, cradling me in his arms, my face presses toward his. A small kiss feathers my lips as a parting goodbye.
Chuck removes himself from the bed and starts to dress, covering up skin I now have committed to memory. Staring at my body, his gaze runs my entire length. His serious face makes me tremble. It’s like he’s sizing me up for his next meal.
“I’ll be seeing you soon.”
Caroline
Bouncing into the office, smile covering my face, I hold my coffee and sit down on my red leather chair.
Euphoria envelops me and I’m floating on a cloud thanks to Chuck.
My cell buzzes.
Chuck—Four hours without seeing you and I already miss you.
Caroline—You should be training.
Chuck—I am but on a quick break. I thought of you.
Caroline—I’m thinking of you too. How I need a World Heavyweight Champion in my bed, who I can practice my ball skills on. Do you know of anyone?
Chuck—Keep your hands to yourself. I think your ass would look good with a red glow to it.
Caroline—Well, I don’t want just any boxer in my bed. Only the best will do.
A ping alerts me to a new message.
There’s a photo.
“Dear Lord, he’s going to kill me.” Spurting my mouthful of coffee on my desk from laughing.
Chuck’s huge cock, thick and ready by the look of the image that appears on my screen.
Chuck—Do you think this is the best?
Caroline—God yes! Now get your butt back to training so I can tell everyone what I already know, I’m dating the champion of the world.
Chuck—I like you said dating. But you’re mine. Unsure what you call it, but best I make it clear.
Caroline—Crystal!
Chuck—Good. Think of me.
Caroline—Who else would I think of? Don’t let anyone hit your gorgeous face.
Chuck—It’s on the priority list. Along with not ending up in the hospital. (winky eye emoji)
Caroline -Thank you.
Chuck—I aim to please. (lips emoji) x
Caroline—x
This man uses emojis?
Shaking my head in disbelief, staring at the cheeky picture of his gorgeous cock, I’m mesmerized.
“What the schnookerdookies?” I scream and jump when my door bangs open. My dad strides in and he looks worried. “Dad, it’s you. What’s so urgent you ripped my door off the wall?” My chest tightens, happiness swiftly gone straight out the open door.
“We need to talk.” Stern but restrained, I raise my eyebrows at him and blow out a huge breath.
“Okay.” My hand motions for him to sit down on the couch in the corner where I hold brief casual meetings with our employees. I hate sitting at the desk, peering over it being authoritative. I am severe, harsh and tough when it’s needed for the good of our business. Usually when reprimanding or firing. “What’s got you leaving your office?”
“Come sit with me.”
Moving to close the door then to be near him, my mouth dries and I cross my arms, sitting. We talk often, but it’s a rarity when he comes to my office unannounced and banging the door is unheard of.
“You’ve got me worried.”
Lifting his chin, he starts. “Are you seeing a new man?”
I raise my eyebrows in question. Heat burns up my back. I’m not a teenager, far from it, yet I’m under scrutiny from my father. “Yes.” I won’t elaborate unless I have to. I’m feeling highly protective of Chuck which should surprise me but it doesn’t after the morning we had.
Staring at Dad, I wait.
“Well, Caroline? Who is he?”
“And why should I tell you? You haven’t been interested in any past relationships, so why now?”
“Some information has been brought to my attention.” He calms his tone marginally, not firing his words at me this time.
“I didn’t realize you were keeping tabs on who I see.” I rush my words, shaking my head.
“You know we have security for a reason.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know it meant you were having me watched when I go out with guys.”
He doesn’t deny it.
Drawing in a breath, I try to settle myself down but this is outrageous. “How long has this been happening?”
Having the decency to look down, he knows he’s crossed the line.
“How long, Father?” I’m loud and the pounding of my head is starting back up. And I thought I got rid of my hangover.
“Always.”
My muscles tighten and I stand up, pacing away from him.
“Un-fucking-believable.” My arms fly up and down, my mouth opens and closes. Screaming won’t help solve this, but my stomach is churning and I may need to release the raging fury. “You mean from when I moved out of the house?”
“You have been followed by a security team since before your kidnapping. It hasn’t changed.” Remaining stoic, he leans back on the couch like what he’s done isn’t some sort of a private invasion on my entire life.
“And you’re only telling me this now?” I’m close to yelling.
“I thought you realized.”
“Why would I be okay with someone following me, watching every move, seeing who I was with and what the fuck I do with them? Explain to me, Dad. How would I see anything right with that? I’m twenty-seven years old.” Waves of faces, places, parties and not-so-pleasant memories come back to play in my head. To think his bloodhounds told Dad about the details with whom and where I fuck.
“It’s for your safety.”
“If I thought I was in danger, I would organize my own security, like I did in my apartment.�
�� My voice comes out loud and breaks. Shaking my head, I am in shock.
“I’m your family. We protect each other. That’s what we do and have always done since you were a little girl.” Rolling my eyes at my father, I understand this has come from a good intention but I’ve yet to completely comprehend it.
“Okay.” I sit behind my desk and sulk, looking up defiantly at him. I won’t win this.
“Your new man. I hear he’s a Basilio.” Sitting upright, he waits for confirmation.
“Were your hounds close to me and they heard me talking to Starcy? ‘Cause she’s the only person I’ve told. Unless you’ve wired my apartment.” A volcano is going to erupt if he has. Surely he can’t get into my place? Now I’ll be second guessing everything he does.
“They overheard. It’s true?”
“Well thank the lord you haven’t violated my rights even further.” My spine props up like I’m on a rigid pole. “No one knows and if you say a word, he could end up dead.” I wrap my necklace around my finger, my brows drawn tight. Air struggles to reach my lungs.
“It’s too late. My loyalties have to lie with the Ferraro family.”
“What?” Standing, I point my finger at him. “I would think your first loyalty would be to me. Clearly I am wrong.”
“You are my main concern. Their family took you, tortured you and probably would have killed you if you weren’t rescued. The Ferraros needed to know.”
“No, you need to butt out of my business.” Grabbing my bag, I stab daggers at my father and stride out the door, tears rolling down my face.
What if it’s too late?
My feet find it difficult to move fast, knees trembling and wayward tears clouding my vision.
I need to find Chuck.
Chuck
Thirty-two missed calls.
Five voice messages.
Numerous texts asking me to call her, trying to work out where I am and she has to see me.
What the fuck is going on with Caro?
Agitation rips through me, a lead balloon settles in my stomach.
My girl needs me.
And I missed her fucking calls.