by Khloe Wren
“Grab the door for me?”
Scout didn’t look happy, but the man opened the door and let me pass. I headed directly for the stairs and by the time I reached the top, she’d passed out against me. This woman was going to keep me on my toes, that’s for fucking sure.
I grabbed a passing prospect to unlock and open my door for me, then I was laying her on my bed. I closed and locked the door before I turned back to her. Fuck me, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I’d said I wanted her sleeping in my bed tonight. I roughly scrubbed both palms over my head before I moved to her. I carefully took her shoes and socks off, before standing back up. Should I take her pants off? She’d be more comfortable, and I really wanted to check her thighs for injury. I was fairly certain she’d be pissed at me in the morning for it, but she needed a good sleep more than I needed her not to yell at me.
Carefully, I undid the button and zipper, then rolled them down her legs. I tried not to move her around too much, but I had to a fair bit to get the pants down. I didn’t look at the flesh I revealed until I had the material off and on the floor. Then I moved my gaze to her thighs.
“Fucking hell.”
The whispered curse slipped free as I very gently traced a fingertip over the black and blue of her thigh. Clearly she hurt herself like that often. Shaking my head to clear the image, I pulled the covers over her and tucked her in. Before I forced myself to leave her be, I pressed a light kiss to her temple.
“I’ll be back soon, bunny. The door will be locked. You’re safe here.”
I had no idea if she could hear me, or if this sleep was due to narcolepsy or cataplexy. Either way, I felt better saying the words.
When I got back down to the ground level, I found Scout in the main room nursing a drink. Whiskey, by the looks of it.
“She all right?”
“Not real sure. She’s comfortable and asleep, that’s all I can tell you.”
“You claiming her, then?”
I eyed off his drink. “Let me grab one of those for myself, then I’ll answer that.”
It didn’t take long for the prospect manning the bar to hand over my own poison, then I headed back over to the table where Scout was sitting. I took a healthy swallow before I answered Scout’s question.
“I want her, like I’ve never wanted a woman before. Not sure I’m ready to commit to making her my old lady just yet, though.”
He gave me a nod. “Don’t want to rush into that shit. But this girl is in need of some serious protecting. You up for that?”
“Yeah. As fucked up as it sounds, that makes her even more appealing to me.”
In that moment I was tempted to tell Scout about my sister. He’d understand, he wouldn’t judge me for the call I made to avenge her. Maybe.
I threw back the rest of my drink.
“You know what? I don’t like the idea of her up there alone. Mind if we discuss the rest of this shit in the morning?”
He gave me a knowing look and a nod. “Sure, brother. It can wait. Especially since we now have her locked down here for the night.”
I didn’t say another word, just got up and headed back to my room where my woman was sleeping in my fucking bed. Pity sleep was all either of was going to be doing tonight by the looks of things.
Totally not what I had in mind earlier when I vowed she’d be in my bed.
CHAPTER 7
Zara
In the past three years, I’d woken up to find myself in all sorts of odd places. But this had to be the first time I woke up warm and comfortable in a strange bed with a thick, masculine arm resting over my stomach. I was lying on my back so I could easily trail my gaze from those callused, work-roughened fingers, up a lightly haired forearm to a beautifully colored-in bicep. Mac had tattoos from his elbow to up over his shoulder. My fingers twitched with my need to trace the patterns, but I was pretty sure that would wake him up and ruin my chance to really look at him.
He was lying on his side, so I couldn’t see much of his chest, but the bit I could see showed solid, defined pecs lightly dusted with hair. I quietly sighed when my gaze ran over his perfect six pack. When I noticed the track pants covering his lower half, a smile pulled at my lips. Mac was such a gentleman. A biker gentleman. Not only had he worn pants to bed, but he’d also slept on top of the covers. I flicked my gaze up to his face, soft in his sleep. His jaw had at least a few days’ worth of stubble on it, while his scalp only had tiny amount. I guessed he must shave his head every day, while his face only saw a razor once or maybe twice a week. The look worked for him. Roughly sexy, and all man. I loved how he’d left his chest hair natural too. So many men waxed themselves smooth. But men weren’t meant to be like that, they were meant to be rough around the edges. At least, in my opinion they were.
Another sigh escaped me and his arm tightened, pulling me closer to him.
“Like what you see, bunny?”
Busted. Somehow in the quiet of the morning, I didn’t feel embarrassed at being caught. And if he was awake, I could give in to touching him. I rolled to my side and began to run a fingertip over the swirls in his tattoos. His upper arms were silky smooth and rippled under my touch.
“Why have you started calling me bunny?”
“Because you get all timid, are incredibly hard to corner, but when you do get cornered, then you run like a rabbit. You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yeah, I like what I see.” I ran my palm down his arm before moving to touch his ribs. There was a jagged scar across them. “How’d you get that? It looks nasty.”
“I was in the Marines for sixteen years. I’ve got a lot more than that one scar.”
I nodded against the pillow. I bet he did. It made sense he’d been in the military. The smooth quiet way he moved, the way he saw everything. Speaking of work...
“What time is it?”
He rolled away from me to glance over his shoulder before he rolled back.
“Still early, just past five. You always wake up this early?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t really have a normal when it comes to sleep. You?”
“Not normally awake this early anymore, but I can’t sleep when I have a beautiful woman eating me up with her gaze.”
I chuckled. “Such a charmer.”
“Hmm.”
He moved over me, rolling me onto my back so he covered my body with his. Even with the bedding between us, he felt good on top of me. I palmed his cheeks and drew him down closer, and he didn’t need any more encouragement. He took my mouth with his, branding me with a powerful kiss. When I started moaning, he moved from my mouth to my jaw where he nipped and kissed up to my ear.
“I need more of you.”
“Please.”
I knew this was crazy and probably a mistake, but he made me feel alive. It had been so long since I’d been with a man. I’d been too busy caring for Mom, then too busy trying to learn how to live with my conditions for a relationship, and the odd one-night stand I’d managed to fit in never did much for me. I desperately wanted to feel something, anything.
A gasp tore from me when he moved fast as lightning to stand next to the bed. He tossed the covers off me and pulled me from the mattress until I stood in front of him.
“You took my pants off last night?”
“They didn’t look comfortable to sleep in, so yeah, I took ‘em off.”
His hands slid over my hips and up my ribs, taking my shirt with them. He didn’t stop until the material was over my head and off.
He groaned a masculine, gravelly sound. “You are so fucking sexy, bunny.”
I felt sexy with him staring at me like he was, with so much heat in his gaze. I was very glad I put on my matching lacy black bra and panties yesterday. I moved forward until I was pressed against Mac’s hard, hot body. At five feet five, I wasn’t a short woman, but compared to Mac’s six feet three, I felt like I was.
He delved his fingers into my hair, holding me still when I nipped along his
collarbone. I ran my palms down his sides, loving how his muscles rippled under my touch. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his track pants and lowered them an inch, teasing him. Moving my mouth, I kissed and nipped my way down his chest, and he loosened his hold as I moved. A groan vibrated his torso as I left a trail of wet kisses down his center.
Once I landed on my knees, I ran my nose up the side of his very impressive erection. Damn, the man was huge everywhere. His grip tightened in my hair and forced me to look at him.
“You do this, you know where we’re gonna end up, don’t you? If you don’t want me to fuck you, this, right here, is your last chance to stop.”
A tremor ran through my body and heat rushed from my core, further dampening my panties.
“I’m sure, babe.”
He continued to keep my face turned to his, his hot, blue irises locked onto mine, even as I pulled his pants down, shoving them, and helping take them all the way off as he lifted each foot. His thick, hard erection sprung free, the head tapping against my cheek. I licked my lips, desperate for a taste of him, but unable to reach him until he loosened his hold on my hair.
With a growl, he took one hand from my hair and gripped his dick. With the other, he guided my movements, completely controlling me.
“Open that pretty little mouth wide, bunny.”
I rested my palms on his thighs as he fed his dick into my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head, groaning when his taste exploded over my senses. He pushed deeper in, his whole body tensing the more of him I took. It was surprised at how turned on I was getting, being controlled like this. It was hot, thrilling... then suddenly it was too much. He was too big and I couldn’t breathe. He pulled back instantly, before I could truly panic.
“Fuck, that’s good. Again. Breath through your nose, take me a little further. I wanna feel your throat around me.”
My throat? I’d never liked giving head before, I’d certainly never even attempted to deep throat anyone. I’d gone down on a couple of boys in high school but it wasn’t something I’d enjoyed. Or known how to do. With Mac guiding me, controlling it, and filling me with him, it was fucking perfect. He pressed into my mouth again, and like he instructed, I focused on breathing through my nose. The head of his dick touched something that made me gag and again, he instantly pulled out a little.
My eyes watered but they were still locked onto his gaze. Flames burned behind his eyes. He was loving this. Hell, I was loving this. I couldn’t quite believe that I was, but this was totally getting me hotter than I’d ever been before. My body shook with arousal and my eyes continued to water as he keep thrusting deep into my mouth.
Mac
Holy fucking shit! Zara had the hottest damn mouth I’d ever been in. I thought kissing her was sexy as fuck, but watching her swallow my cock put that shit to shame. She’d stopped gagging on me and was deep throating me like a fucking pro on each stroke. Her eyes were wet but she didn’t take her focus off mine for a moment. The green in her hazel irises had grown stronger, the color so unusual and beautiful.
On my next thrust in, the little tease swallowed and that was it. I was barely holding off, but I was not coming down her throat this first time. I pulled her all the way off me and grinned when she moaned and frowned up at me.
“Next time I’ll let you push me over the edge with that wicked mouth of yours.” I ran my thumb over her lower lip. “You’d swallow me down, wouldn’t you, Zara? You’d fucking take everything I gave you, right?” She snuck her tongue out and licked at my thumb as she continued to gaze up at me, looking all sweet and innocent. She wouldn’t be either of those things for long. Not if I had any say in the matter.
Keeping my hand tight in her red-blonde hair, I gripped her elbow with the other and helped her to stand. As soon as she was on her feet, I pulled one half of her bra down, so one of her tits was pushed up for my view. Her nipple was already rock-hard as I tweaked it and gave it a tug.
“Take off your bra, I need you naked.”
I lowered my mouth to kiss and suck at her neck as she reached behind her back and unclipped the black lace. I moved lower, until I could get one of those hard nipples deep in my mouth. As I tongued and suckled her, I kneaded the other breast and tweaked her nipple with my fingers. My other hand smoothed down her belly and over her panties. Fuck me, she was soaked. The material was wet to the touch.
I ripped myself away and quickly lifted her, tossing her back on the bed. Before she could catch her breath, I had her panties off. With a palm on each thigh, I spread her wide for me. Glistening. Her pussy was smooth and wet and she was squirming on my bed.
Mine. All fucking mine.
“My turn, bunny. I need to get a good, long taste of you.”
I crawled onto the bed and lowered myself down until I could put my mouth on her. The first lick had me moaning in bliss. I moved my palms under her ass to hold her up for me to get deeper into her. Then I set about making a meal out of my woman. She tasted like heaven, and smelled like jasmine and sunshine. The first time I thrust my tongue in deep she shrieked. When I looked up at her, her head was thrown back, her tits thrust up and her hands were fisted in the bedding. Fucking perfect.
Watching her closely, I worked her body until she was on edge. I kept her there for a minute, loving the rosy blush that spread over her chest and face as she panted and thrashed her head against the sheets. When I was sure she was about to start cursing me, I thrust two fingers into her deeply to rub over her g-spot as I suckled on her clit. She blew apart with a scream an instant later. With a palm on each hip, I kept her thrashing body pinned to the mattress as I lapped up every bit of cream she gave me.
Now this was the perfect way to wake up in the morning. I crawled up over her body, planning on grabbing a condom and sliding in deep when I noticed she wasn’t moving. Like, not even twitching. Her eyes were closed and she lay dead still. What the fuck? Frowning, I pressed fingers against her throat, relief washing through me at her pulse that was still pounding from the orgasm. What she’d said to Scout earlier ran through my mind “When I experience intense situations, or emotions, my muscles fail and I go down.” Was this a cataplexy attack?
“Zara? Can you hear me? C’mon, wake up for me, babe.”
I stroked my fingers over her face, learning every dip and rise of her features, as I lay beside her, wondering what the hell I should be doing for her. About thirty seconds later, she stirred, moaning and rubbing her thighs together as she rolled toward me.
“Fuck, Zara. That scared the shit out of me. Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She rubbed her face against my chest. “Take it as a compliment. You’re so good, you left me paralyzed.”
I chuckled, despite myself. “That’s not funny.”
“Sure it is. Well, it is if you still want me. If that totally ruined the mood and your desire to sleep with me, then no, it’s not funny.”
“Sleep with you? We did that already. What I want now is to slide my cock deep in that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you hard.”
She blushed and ducked her head back against my chest, making me smile.
“C’mon, bunny. You swear all the time, you trying to tell me you’re not comfortable with some dirty talk?”
She shrugged. “I don’t mind when you do it.”
“Yeah, well, I’m gonna need you to do it too. So, how about you have another go at telling me what you want me to do to you now you’re back in the land of the living?”
I rolled her onto her back and moved to cover her body with mine once more, sliding my still rock-hard cock over her slick, bare mound.
“I want.” She paused to lick her lips and swallow. “I want you to fuck me.”
I grinned. That wasn’t good enough and she knew it. “Yeah, I caught that. But with what and where? Be specific, bunny. Dirty talk is supposed to be dirty and hot. And detailed. It’s also very fucking sexy.”
That blush of hers reddened her cheeks and her gaze flicker
ed away from mine. Then her chest rose and fell with a deep breath before she focused her gaze back on mine. I raised an eyebrow at her.
“I-want-you-to-slide-your-cock-into-my-pussy-and-fuck-me.”
Laughing, I leaned down to kiss her lips. She’d rushed the words out so fast, I barely caught them. But I had a feeling it was as good as I was going to get for the moment. I stretched over to grab a condom out of the drawer of my nightstand, then moved to kneel between her thighs.
“I can see we’re gonna have to practice a lot to get you comfortable with saying what you want from me.”
I opened the foil square and rolled the latex over my cock, slowing down when she started biting her lip as she watched me. Everything this woman did was a turn-on. Pressing a hand against the mattress beside her shoulder, I leaned over her. I gave each of her nipples a lick and tug before I moved to take her mouth again. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and when I started to press into her, she dug her fingers in deep. Deep enough to leave her marks on me, I was sure.
Her pussy was slick and tight. So fucking perfect. She whimpered and tensed up as I gently thrust into her. I paused to eat at her mouth until she relaxed enough I could get all the way inside her. When her heat surrounded the full length of my cock, I rested my forehead against hers with a groan.
“So fucking good, bunny.”
“Uh huh.”
She tried to grind up against me and I took the hint. I lifted up, putting my weight on that one arm so I could torment her tits with the other, while I thrust deep into her pussy. After a minute, it wasn’t enough. I needed to get deeper inside her. Pulling out, I flipped her over and lifted her on all fours. She whimpered and shuddered, but before she could voice her displeasure, I thrust back in to her all the way to the hilt. Fuck, that felt good. Better than good. Gripping her hips, I started pounding into her as I watched my cock slide in and out of her.
CHAPTER 8
Zara