by Tiana Laveen
What he didn’t say in words, his dick said in deep, nasty plunges. She held onto the railing, and when they reached the top, he navigated the hall to his master suite. She barely had a chance to take in her new surroundings before he gently deposited her on the bed, pressed his muscular body against hers, and pounded her pussy with such vigor, the large bed shook beneath them. She held on for dear life as he layered her breasts with kisses and pumped ferociously within her.”
“Yes! Fuck me, baby!” she purred, getting off on the fire in his eyes.
“Shit, baby, I’m about to cum!” he roared.
Instead of easing his way out, as he typically did, he went impossibly deeper, jerking and pumping like a piston. Within seconds, she felt the warm rush of his appreciation fill her vessel as he succumbed to fast spasms, his biceps and calves locking and releasing. He groaned and trembled in her arms. The last of him slipped away inside her, so she wrapped her legs tightly around him, not wishing him to go away just yet. They lay together, breathing hard, relishing the silence. Warm breath caressed her shoulder. He hugged her so tight, his big, juicy dick throbbing inside her.
“Damn! That was good…” he said breathlessly.
“You really aren’t shit, Maximus,” she teased.
“What did I do?” he asked lazily, his eyes closed.
“All I can say is, good thing I never forget to take my pill. You didn’t even try to pull out this time.” She laughed and shook her head as he carefully slid out of her.
With a chuckle, he disappeared to his en suite bathroom, then returned to her with a warm cloth. He gently cleaned her pussy and gave her a kiss on the lips, then bent down to kiss her inner thighs and pelvis before crawling back up her body.
“I don’t know why you’re mad. You’ve been lucky because I told you already that my pull-out game with you would be weak. I predicted this. This time, I proved that true. It was just too warm in there to leave, you know?” She rolled her eyes at the man. He was full of it. “Hey, don’t hate the dick. Hate the soft, wet pussy you used to seduce me.”
She hit him with a pillow and he fell back on the bed beside her. He wrapped one arm around her, dragging her close. Love lingered in the air, filling the room with happiness. He pressed his lips to her forehead.
“I love it when you give me forehead kisses. They’re the absolute best.” She leaned in and landed a peck on his lips.
“Why? It shows my tender side?” He reached for the remote and turned on the massive television on his wall.
“Maybe that’s it, I don’t know… I just like it.” She took a deep breath and lay on his chest, looking around the bedroom while he channel-surfed.
“I think I know what it is. It’s just one of those things where it’s like affection, you know?” he said. He stroked his chin as he stared lazily at the screen. “It’s just pure. I don’t think about it. I don’t believe it will lead to more or get me somethin’ from you that I want. I just do it when I feel like it… because I love you. You’re my VIP.” His voice sounded deeper than usual, gravelly, amping up his sexiness to the nth degree. She glanced at the television, too, running her fingers along his chest. He paused on a channel where some old cowboy movie played.
The screen was huge, the bed like a king’s throne. It all fit him to a T. His left leg, covered in black hair with a little scar on the knee, lay exposed outside the sheets, almost as if he couldn’t fit in the bed beside her. Her man loved big furniture, fast cars, expensive cigars and cologne, and anything that got his adrenaline pumping. His home was like him— overwhelmingly beautiful, and full of hard edges and sharp turns. Silly, yet serious. It reeked of masculinity, but there were two whimsical gold and green abstract statues in his bedroom by an enormous window with thick white and black curtains. They gave an interesting contrast to his otherwise testosterone-driven trappings. On the wall hung a majestic crest shield painting with a lion. A perfect touch.
Soon, she felt her eyelids getting heavy but was quickly snatched out of the clutches of sleep by his sudden movement.
“Sorry, baby.” He moved from beneath her and stood up.
“Damn… boy, you sure are fine!” she teased. She couldn’t help it; he was fine. Savage’s body was something she simply couldn’t get used to, not even after all this time. She took in his naked body and blew him a kiss as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He smiled. “How do you stay in shape? You don’t always eat healthy and I never see you work out.”
“I work out all the time.” He swiped his finger across the screen. “I run and lift weights at home. I just don’t like the public gym. You think with the way I drink, smoke, and eat I could catch these fuckers if I didn’t work out? You have to be fast and on top of your game. There’s a reason why you never see eighty-year-old assassins.”
“You’ve got a point there. So where are your weights at?”
“I have a home gym. That works for me.”
He put his phone back down and approached a large black dresser. Pulling out one of the top drawers, he removed something small that fit in the palm of his hand. He returned to the bed and stood before her.
“What?” She looked up at him with a smile, then reached for his dick to give it a lick. Instead of taking her up on her offer, he jumped back and laughed.
“Now hold up, wait a minute. We’ve got something important to discuss.”
That definitely got her attention. She sat up, resting against the black headboard.
“You’re refusing a blowjob? Oh yes, this must be dire.”
He smirked, showing his gorgeous teeth. “Open your hand.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because you love to play practical jokes on me! Just last week when we were at the theater, you put a whoopee cushion in my seat and made all of those people think I was farting!” The man burst out laughing. “It wasn’t funny, Max. Then, another time, you put marshmallows all over my damn house, like millions of them! I am still finding them to this day! Who knows where you got that many marshmallows from!”
“You had told me you wanted me to be more loving and soft! And I delivered.” His face turned red with mirth. Oh, how she loathed him right then.
“The list is long of the mess you’ve pulled: the fake coffee prank—it was actually warm root beer. Uh, let’s see, the plastic vomit in my car… It’s always something childish with you! So no, I won’t open my hand. You’re about to do something immature like put a damn bug in my hand, and then you’re going to find yourself cursed out and me gone, out the door! I mean it, too.”
He now seemed both amused and frustrated. “Come on, Eva, I’m serious. I’m not going to do something like that.”
“Don’t try to stand there and act like you’re hurt, as if that is somehow beneath you.”
They both laughed that time.
“Trust me. Open your hand.” After a brief hesitation, she did as asked. The man placed a silver key in her palm. “This is the key to my house.”
She gasped.
“Why did you give this to me?” she asked softly.
“Because every queen should have the key to her castle…” She swallowed and ran her fingers along it, in awe. “I won’t be upset with whatever you decide, baby, but, uh, I’d like for you to move in with me. Even if you don’t want to right away, that’s cool. Just come over a lot more then, okay? I don’t want you to ever feel like anything that belongs to me, is a part of me, is off limits to you again. I was doing a lot of thinking about how I’d never had you over here, and the reasons I gave you were legit, but it’s time for us to move forward.”
She placed the key down onto the bed.
“What about my house?”
“My house is like three times the size of yours, and don’t get me wrong, your home is beautiful. I love it, Eva, and that would be perfect if it was only going to be the two of us forever, but it’s not. We’ll probably have a family.” Her heart began to beat hard and fast. “I have a lot of
land. You could do all sorts of stuff here. The possibilities are endless and as far as your studio, I have two free rooms right now that have nothing but storage in them.” He paused, closed his eyes and ran a hand over his head. “It sounds stupid, doesn’t it?”
“No… No!” She shook her head.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to do this, I’m winging it, but eventually I want to get married to you and yeah, I’ve been thinking about the whole family and kids thing, too. It’s now or never. I’ve made up my mind. You’re the one for me, and I want us to be together, a real family. I could die tomorrow, baby.”
She looked down at her lap and shook her head.
“I can’t believe this. I am in shock right now, Max.”
“Well, that makes two of us. No one could’ve told me twelve months ago that not only would I meet the woman of my dreams, but I’d fall in love with her too and ask her to move in with me. Life is short. I was lying here thinking about that, you know? This wasn’t planned. I keep that spare key there for myself but as I was lying here next to you, smelling your perfume, feeling the warmth and softness of your body against me, thinking about the fight we had downstairs and how you really do know me, how you see through me just like I see through you, I realized something.
“I realized I’d practically give my right arm to have this feeling all the time… to know you’re by my side. I’m not promised anything, and neither are you. Everyone is going to die, including us one day. My father is gettin’ old, and I told you that bothered me. It reminds me that… I won’t have him forever. My mother is aging, too, obviously, and when they’re no longer here, I don’t think I’m going to take that too well. They were all I had.” She nodded. “I look at that man, my dad, and basically see a blond version of myself in thirty years, Eva. I don’t want to look like that, moving slower, aches and pains every day, and not have something else to hold onto besides my material goods and a prescription medication.
“My father needs my mother, and I understand that more and more. Not to take care of his ass, but to have someone to talk to, someone who accepts him for who he is. What the fuck is a million dollars going to do for me if I don’t have anyone to enjoy it with? I have all the money I need. And don’t get me wrong, I love money, but I love you, more.” His words filled her with warmth and joy.
“Money can’t buy me what you’ve given me since we’ve been together these last few months, Eva. I need something comforting beside me, with a fuckin’ pulse… a woman who understands me and just… wants to love me. I pushed you away, and like a trooper, you came right back. You weren’t afraid of me. The savage in me was trying to make you retreat, to make you live up to my fears… but you didn’t. You literally backed me into a corner! Your little ass stood up to me! I’ve got grown ass men who drive tanks and practically piss themselves when I walk onto the yard. I am one of the most feared men in our unit, but you…” He swallowed hard, his eyes sheening, and he blinked back the tears. “You confronted me, you let Maximus come out to play… I need you, baby.”
A tear streaked her face.
“What’s wrong? What did I do, Eva?” His voice shook. He actually sounded afraid that he’d offended her. It was the sweetest thing…
“You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. I am just surprised is all.” Relief washed over his face. “And happy… It’s all a bit overwhelming.”
“Look, I’m not trying to rush you.” He threw up his hands in resignation, maybe frustrated with himself. “I know it’s not what you were expecting. Is it the house?” He looked around. “I know the décor here may not be your thing. You can do whatever you want; you and the decorator or whoever can have at it!” He waved his hands about. “Just no pink or purple, please. Nothing like that.”
She smiled at his words. Speechless.
“Baby.” He took her hand in his. “I just want to see mail coming here in your name. I want to see your clothes next to mine in the closet… your lipstick on the dresser, your robe hanging on the bathroom door hook. Just think it over. I need to get ready to go.”
He bent down close, framed her face with his hands, and delivered a passionate kiss. Before she could form another thought, he was out of her sight, in the bathroom with the door closed behind him. Soon, she heard the shower and music playing. She turned back towards the television, smiling, feeling giddy, silly, scared, out of sorts…
Picking up the key, she brought it to her chest and pressed it against her heart. She wasn’t certain what had happened, but apparently she’d dozed off. She found herself waking up to the sound of an automated robotic voice and what sounded like buttons being pushed. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the bedroom and spotted a red rose on the bed. She smiled and picked it up, then noticed Savage standing in front of two large doors she’d thought lead to a closet, but boy had she been wrong.
They opened up, revealing a bright room. She watched in disbelief as he stood there dressed to the nines in a black Dolce and Gabbana suit. His shoes gleamed like black gold, catching the light of a small chandelier within the long closet. Black, red, silver and white dressers lined the walls inside the room and, one by one, Savage pulled out various drawers, exposing an assortment of big and small guns, knives, ammunitions, and other weapons she’d never seen. One side of the room revolved, revealing additional storage and a safe. On the wall hung several axes, bows and arrows, and a number of swords that looked deadly enough to slice a house in two with the greatest of ease.
“Are you scared? You can’t be scared now, baby. It’s too late,” he said, obviously feeling her stare. She was too stunned to answer. “Yup. You’re scared.” He chuckled. “Come here, Eva.” He bent down and opened another drawer. She slowly slid out of the bed, a sheet wrapped around her body, and made her way over to him. “You see these guns down here?”
“Yes.”
“These are perfect for a small hand. You told me a while back that your father taught you how to hold a gun, right?”
“Yes, he did, and how to shoot, too. He was always worried about break-ins and things like that at the time. He had a lot of friends who were police officers since he was in the fire department, and they’d tell him things… He was worried about his family.”
“Do you still remember how to use a gun?” He looked up at her from his stooped position.
“Uh, yeah, I believe so.”
“When I get back, I can give you a refresher course. I’m glad you’ve already taken self-defense classes, so there’s no need for me to start from scratch with that. It’s not that I think you’ll necessarily need it, but I believe in being more safe than sorry.” She nodded in understanding. “Everyone should know how to protect themselves, especially those people society sees as more vulnerable. The elderly, the mentally and physically disabled, children and women…” Her eyes glued to his every move as he stood and grabbed weapon after weapon, opening and checking out some of their chambers. With a somber expression, he counted the bullets, placing some in a large briefcase. Her pulse raced, her adrenaline soared. He grabbed a knife and jammed it into his suit jacket pocket, slid on a ring with a sharp blade embedded in it, and wore a watch that had some sort of odd timer. It went on and on…
He looked so sexy, beautiful, dangerous… smelling good from his freshly shampooed hair, cologne, and dark machismo. He fixed his cufflinks, then grabbed a pair of shades from a small eyewear display and placed them atop his head. Picking up the suitcase, he took her hand and walked her back out of the room. As soon as they exited, the doors closed with a loud locking noise. He placed the briefcase down at his feet and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He gazed at her as though Heaven lived within her.
He didn’t have to say it; his eyes told on him.
They said, ‘If I don’t make it back here, know that I love you…’ He kissed the tip of her nose, then her mouth.
“I’ll be back in a couple of days, baby. Three days tops, okay?”
“O
kay.”
“The alarm code to this house is 7239154. You’ll need to remember that. If you leave this house and don’t lock it up and set the alarm, it will lock itself up and set the alarm after five minutes of you exiting any of the doors. And then it will require you to enter two more codes and answer a series of security questions. You don’t want to have to go through that. Say the code back to me.”
“7239154.”
“Very good. Now, you can stay here for the rest of the weekend if you like. Invite your friends over, have a party. You deserve it.” He winked at her. “I’m sure Kim and Allison would enjoy that. They won’t be able to get into anything they aren’t supposed to, so don’t worry about that. The only area off limits is where my weapons are stored. You saw how I retrieve my stash. No one can get in there but me. This place isn’t a prison; it’s a home—just with special features for a man of my nature… Now look, my bar is fully stocked. Order whatever you want to eat. Go swimming in the pool, watch Netflix, whatever. Just enjoy yourself and relax.”
“That might not be such a bad idea.” She got the words out, despite the fact she was anxious as hell. She watched the man she loved go off and do what he was destined to do. She raced to him and threw herself in his arms. He hugged her, a firm, protective hug. “I love you, Savage!”
“I love you too, baby. I’ll call you when I can.” He pulled back from her, gave her a quick peck, then headed out the bedroom door.
She listened to him going down the steps, and then she could hear him no more…
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The Cat Burglar
Savage hit send on the text message to his parents. It was a simple message that simply read: ‘I love you.’ It had taken him over thirty minutes to type it, but it had to be done. It had been a long time since an assignment had had him this revved up and concerned. He loved the adrenaline rush, it was addictive, but things could turn ugly, and fast. Everything he did from that point forward had to be utter perfection. There was no room for error; even the slightest misjudgment or mistake could send him to an early grave.