by Ellie Jean
Springing onto her mid-flight up the stairs, I latch onto her leg and pull her face first down the four she manages to get up. My hair drapes over my face, I run my hand back through it getting it to stay behind my ears. My hand snatches her hair and I jerk it back.
“How do you like this, bitch?”
Dragging her around so I can see her disgusting eyes, my leg flies out, catching her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. My lungs expand fully, I should have kept up my workouts, but I kick her again, sending her to the floor. Her arms wrap across her body, protecting it.
“Nothing can protect you now.”
Come to think of it, where’s Tanner’s dad? Searching fast, I come up empty and continue.
“You tried to kill one of The Savage Shadows family and that shit doesn’t fly with them.” Once more, I strike and my foot connects with her plastic nose, blood spurts out. Adrenaline flows through me and I go for another, but large arms wrap around me.
“Caden’s got this.” Warm breath floats on my ear, and I turn to see my guy. My heavy breathing and darkened gaze lightens. “Ambulance is on its way. Let’s go.”
Drowning in his heated glare, sweat drips behind my hair, on my neck. I let him guide me toward his mother, who Caden’s talking to.
“Thanks, man. I think that pile of plastic can also be taken back. I may want to look over it later. Ocean and Slate may want to too.” Caden smiles at Mrs. Grayson and leaves, making a beeline for one of the evil sisters.
Sirens sound and I look at Tanner whose shoulders are raised, mouth grim as he looks down at his mother. “They’ll be here soon.”
“This is the one.” A small, but strong voice reaches my ears.
Smiling like a complete goofball in my flowing gown, shoeless, and disheveled hair, tingles spread across my arms and neck. Iris looks between Tanner and me lovingly as we kneel down next to her. My arm drapes over his back and shoulder. My hand roams it giving him comfort.
“This is Crystal, Ma.” I bump his side and he smiles. “My sunshine, my new beginning.” My lips peck at his cheek, while wings take hold of my heart. “She’s stolen my damaged heart. Removed me of every last breath. I exist now because of this woman.”
Bright eyes watch us and her wrinkled hand clutches Tanner’s, resting on her chest. “That’s what true love does.”
Two weeks later
“He’s gone where?” Emerald sucks down her fourth cider, Lace swings back a tequila shot, and I sip on water. The excitement of the last two weeks has left my body exhausted. Trying to get work back on track, assisting Tanner where I could with his mother, and ensuring his mental state is okay, has left me depleted. If I had alcohol, I would end up asleep under a table after one. I wanted to chat and enjoy my friends first and foremost.
“Packed up and left on a commercial plane to China, I think.” My head turns and I yell across my friends. “Was it China or Japan, Muscles?” My breath catches as I try hard not to laugh. Emerald’s been giving Tanner shit since I started using a nickname. Her cider sprays across the table.
“Shit. Sorry, not sorry, girls.” Lace hunches over and I burst laughing out loud.
Dominant and looking every piece of the intimidating fighter he is, Tanner leaves the game of cards, strolls across to us and leans his elbows on my shoulders, staring at Emerald. “Did you say something, blossom?” He flicks his tongue piercing against his teeth.
“You’ve done it now.” Ocean sniggers as Emerald stands, cracking her knuckles.
“I kinda like Typhy over Muscles.” Emerald strolls past Tanner, sizing him up.
My eyes roam around Emerald’s apartment, looking at what potentially could get broken. Slate and Caden are enjoying their joint watching the impending fireworks. Ocean drinks a beer and shuffles the cards. This had been our first night all together since Tanner found out his mom was still alive. The next day, he’d gone to her house, pulled down any remnants of the wedding, tossed them and all of Elektra’s belongings into a large pile outside, removed what was left of his dad’s items and burned them all. The furniture was next on the list of things to torch. He had it looking almost to the original way before his mom was taken. This was the first night of relaxation he’d allowed himself. Between hospital visits, bringing her home, bringing Ocean back to the apartment, the casino and taking care of the two loose ends from that night, oh and satisfying my greedy needs, all had been quiet on the social scene.
“And I like Cuppy Cake for you. It suits your soft exterior so perfectly.” Emerald launches and tries to wrestle Tanner.
She should know better but with alcohol fueling her thoughts, that would be impossible. Actually, I’m talking about Emerald here, she thinks she can beat anyone. Even a cage fighter who kills men in his pastime.
Tanner grabs her wrists before the slap comes and swings her over his shoulder. Slate won’t step in when she’s wound the situation tighter than a trampoline spring. Tanner would never hurt Emerald, but Em gives it a hundred percent effort when she attacks anyone.
“You brute, put me down.” Her fists connect with his ass.
“Hey Em, could you not bruise my man. I need him fit for tonight.” I jest, but in all honesty, she was punching him hard.
“This little birdie couldn’t hurt a fly.” Arms holding her legs, he turns toward Slate. “Do you want me to put her somewhere you can tame her? Lovebird’s fiery tonight.”
Slate huffs and grins but stays put. “Bring my Wildcat here. She’s not a very fast learner.”
Emerald’s head pops up and grins at Lace and me, giving us the thumbs up. Rolling my eyes, I claim another raspberry marshmallow.
“Do you think I could get some action, Muscles?” Dropping Emerald on Slate’s lap, he saunters back to me and spears me with intensity, need, and danger.
My pussy clenches and my pulse spikes. Like a tree in a wildfire, I am instantly scorched on the outside while flames take ahold of my insides.
“Your wish is my command.” Bowing down like a gentleman, he clasps his hands around my knees and as I blink, he lifts me skyward and I flop over his shoulder.
“Christ, I didn’t mean that, but it will do.” Upside down, my arms hang down and I wave. “Thanks for the great night and…” Unable to finish my sentence, Tanner slaps my ass.
“Ouch.” A lightning strike caresses my ass, spreading to my pussy and upward, or is it downward because I’m upside down.
“Oh.” Another lands on a different spot. My nails dig into his ass. He opens the door and I watch it close.
My monster might be back.
Gentle and slow.
That’s how I’d been making love to Crystal since my mom reappeared in my life and Crystal nearly walked out on my sorry ass, fourteen days ago. She deserves to be adored and worshipped. She will always be the sparkle in my gruesome world. I won’t jeopardize that.
Sliding her body down my front, I’m struggling not to throw my zipper open and take her harshly. “You know you’re beautiful, right?” My fingers flow through her hair, her eyes twinkle under the lighting and I know I’m the fucking luckiest guy alive to have this woman standing beside me.
A flush spreads over her face as I unbutton her short floral dress that’s been driving me crazy all night. “You know I’m not breakable.” My eyes shoot to hers and I frown. “You know I’m not going anywhere, no matter what you do. Each day we all sin, but I’m not your judge. Our life is what we make it together. Fuck what society says love or a couple should look like. ‘Cause you are the most unique man I know, and I wouldn’t expect our love to be any different.”
Crashing her lips on mine, we fight to taste each other. Holding her head to my lips, one leg wraps around my thigh. I don’t hold back, grasping her hair so I can kiss her cheek, nipping the skin down her neck, biting her. Our bodies lunge together with her plump breasts against me. Grappling at my chest, she rips the shirt, buttons flying across the room.
“There goes the best shirt I own,” I mock he
r.
“Christ, if that was your best one, I’m glad I ruined it. You need a new wardrobe.”
Struggling with my shirt, I move my arms to help her and laugh at her and her obsession with clothes.
“Freaking fudge cakes, I love this chest.” Hot hands run over my abs, wickedness enters her eyes. I reciprocate, massaging her heavy tits.
“Guess we’re a match, ‘cause I will never in a million years get sick of looking at, touching, and eating your succulent chest.” Twisting her pink pebbles, her knees weaken, I bite them next. Her body leans on mine.
“Christ,” she screams in my ears. “Hard. Yum.”
Dragging her one leg with me, I walk us back to the door. “Leg down.”
Doing as asked for once, I pull her panties down at the same time. Kneeling at her feet, I lift her silky leg over my shoulder, taking a quick taste of her inner thigh. Open, willing and ready for me, I inhale.
“I’ve fucking missed eating your pussy.”
Gliding my tongue over her sensitive nerves, she jerks. My tongue slides down toward her ass and back up over her jewel. The leg on the floor quakes and my hand holds her waist.
“You smell like heaven, Hotcakes.”
Pink and wet, her cunt invites me to taste more of her. Swiping my tongue across her clit, she buckles momentarily before propping herself up using the wall to steady her.
“You taste sweeter than those fucking marshmallows you like so much.”
Pushing her hips toward my tongue, I take the hint getting back to my main course. “Ride my face, Tiger. Take it all.”
My tongue licks up her juices, and my finger thrusts into her pulsing channel. She desperately cries out my name, but I’m not ready to stop eating her yet.
“Hold still.”
Taking my finger out, my tongue presses in, out, in, out. My head deep in-between her legs. One hand clasps my hair, yanking it, placing my face where she thinks she needs it.
Small groans and loud grunts, I sound like a wild beast. But fuck, I’m enjoying Crystal’s arousal. Her leg on my shoulder is tight, the one on the floor taking the strain of the tremors coursing through her.
“Holy fuck, Crystal.”
Nails dig into my back, and I squeeze her nipple harder, flicking my piercing over and over her jewel. My cock is aching and throbbing restricted in my jeans. He needs out.
Shifting my head back, Crystal moans and I rip my jeans down after taking her leg off my shoulder.
“I look good coating your mouth.” Crystal heaves and I take her ass in my hands and she clasps her ankles behind my waist. I hoist her to my cock, impaling her on it. We both sigh.
My hips flex, and my dick slides in and out of her wetness. “I want you to lean back.”
My hand presses back on her shoulder, her arms slacken around my neck, moving to my arms. I support her ass with my arm, sweat sheens on her naked skin and I want to lick it but admiring her bouncing tits will have to do for now. Pounding in and out, her hips swivel and I hammer in faster and deeper.
“I can never get enough of you. I could be inside you every second of each day, and it still won’t be enough to satisfy the hunger you create in me.” Panting fast, she rides my dick. “You did this to me. Created this beast.”
Breaths come out short, and an earthquake is rumbling up my legs. My thumb presses against her clit and I jerk forward. My heat strikes and her cunt clamps around my cock, squeezing me relentlessly. I jolt forward a couple more times and still. Ramblings leave my mouth.
“Hell.” Her pussy is on lockdown as I slide slowly in and out. “I’ve missed this.” Tightening her arms around my neck, I take her lips. Kissing is so new with Crystal. Passionate kisses. Demanding kisses. Sensual and gentle kisses. They give away her true emotions.
“You don’t like gentle and slow?” I’m a little confused.
“Anything with you is a dream come true. But if you’re asking for future reference, the harder, the better.”
I nod, breathing a sigh of relief. Exactly what I’m an expert at. Smiling my full megawatt smile, she snuggles into my chest. My arms encase her, my languid head rests on hers.
“I don’t want you to worry about me though. You’ve still got so much on your mind with having your mom back in your life. I’ll be here, ready for you, however you want. Just as long as your cock fills me, and I blow your socks off every night in your bed. I’ll be happier and luckier than a girl who scores front row tickets to a Christian Dior fashion show.”
Kissing her head, my heavy legs take us toward the bedroom with Crystal in my arms. Cum drips down my leg and I realize this is now my life and I don’t want it any other way.
“You can blow me any time. No permission needed for that.” I drop a small kiss on her nose, and I lay her in our bed, disconnecting our bodies. “And you, in our bed, isn’t even a question. It’s a command I told you three weeks ago, you were moving in. You belong here.”
“Yes, you did, but with your mom back, now might not be the best timing. Plus, I’m a pain in the ass to live with.” Shrugging her shoulders, accepting herself for who she is, I lay down next to her and try for a serious face.
“How?” Her finger strokes my ink on my chest and inside, I’m bubbling with joy. Am I really allowed to be this happy?
“Hmm.” Her finger taps her mouth like she’s thinking hard. “I don’t put the cap on the toothpaste. I only wash clothes once a week. Sometimes I’ll get up at four a.m. and do a quick fitness regime. I don’t use a plate when I eat chocolate mud cake leaving crumbs everywhere and I eat it at least once a week. It has to be Starbucks.”
I nod and relish the tingles floating through my skin with the tip of her fingers still running over me.
“I require a makeup drawer bigger than your entire vanity. I need to wake early to brew coffee and tea so I get my chai latte before I eat a balanced breakfast. It takes me over an hour in the bathroom to get ready for work. I come with extras that this place doesn’t cater for. My clothes will take all of your wardrobe plus another full size one and then my shoes.” Pausing, she looks to the roof and sighs. “Dear Lord, there’s not enough space here for them.”
“Well, fuck. That is a problem.” Heaving back a laugh, my face is stoic. I furrow my eyebrows for added dramatics. Crystal’s fingers stop moving and her bright blues look at mine. “Thank you for pointing all of that out. I kinda feel as though I’ve dodged a bullet.”
Corners of her mouth fall, she looks down at my abs and shuffles her ass back a little from mine. I continue, “Maybe it’s for the best we keep our separate places.”
Silence extends between us, except for our breaths.
I’m a motherfucker putting her through this. I know she’ll get her own back.
Seconds pass, and I already am missing her touch. Sliding my cock toward her, taking her ass in my left hand so she can’t move farther from me, I whisper, “Look at me, Crystal.”
Flicking her eyes up, her cheeks are still pink from coming on my cock earlier. How could I not want to see that every day and night?
“Tiger, some nights, I come home with blood on my hands. Other nights, torn and battered. I may be gone for days at a time with work. Men and women hunt me and now possibly you. I deal with scum, illegal items and since two weeks ago, a mother who I need to see daily so I can ease my own fucking anxiety, convincing myself that she is really alive.” My arms pull her warm body closer to mine. She relaxes, and my muscles follow under her intense gaze and soft touch. “I can deal with a few crumbs and coffee. What I cannot deal with is you away from me.”
Less than an inch from her, I breathe in Crystal’s breath watching her closely.
“You’ve called me a monster. I am.” A hand warms my cheek, her eyes sparkling again. “You’ve called me your monster. Which I always will be. But from today on, I am your bulletproof vest, your partner, your kitchen hand if you need it, your sex slave, and the man who will always love you more than the universe and life put together.�
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A drop of water leaks from her eyes, the brightest smile shines as I thumb it away.
“Do you think you could fit one more in that bulletproof vest?” Fluttering her lashes, a few more tears roll down her cheek. Her smile is wide, but tentative. My air catches, and I raise my eyebrows, staring at my woman.
“What?” My mind’s in limbo, yet my heart whacks. I told you she’d mess with me. It didn’t take her long. But I still look at her beaming face trying to guess what she’s trying to tell me. There’s no way Crystal will tell me the other words I thought I’d never hear because I wouldn’t allow myself to love one woman. It is impossible. Well, technically it’s not for sex addicts like us. And dark, ravaged men can even find some goodness if they choose to allow it in.
“Why?” Someone could drop a nuclear bomb outside and I wouldn’t deviate from this magnificent sight in front of me that’s got me on the edge of a mountain cliff.
Curling her lips up, she opens her mouth and my hand tightens on her waist.
“We’re pregnant.”
Our little marshmallow is a fighter already.
At nine weeks, I was spotting and we both feared the worst. Shredded with dread, his voice betrayed his dangerous demeanor when I called Tanner in the middle of the night. He left a job to meet me at the hospital. Arriving with red knuckles and spots of blood, he swaddled me in his arms until the doctor told him he had to lay me down. He still huffed and puffed though, but when we saw our small miracle on the screen, heart beating strong like its daddy, everything melted away.
Telling Tanner what I had confirmed only a few hours before that night, was like watching in slow motion a person who had won the lottery. Shock, disbelief and understanding swarmed his features. But the last one, pure and unconditional adoration tore at my limbs, my organs, and mind. He deserved this in his life. Happiness and a loving family is a right. Not a privilege, not something you have to work for, not earned. It should be a given. Tanner had missed that from his teen years, but no longer.
