Stone (Savage Hearts Book 1)

by C. S. Gunn

  “Well, it makes you look hot.” Ashe says. “Doesn’t it, Stone?”

  “Yup.”

  “You boys sure know how to make an old woman feel beautiful.”

  “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.” He smiles at her.

  Betty laughs. “Oh, now you’re just teasing an old woman with a good time.” She slaps his ass when he walks by.

  “Don’t start something you’re too old to finish, Bett.” he winks. Why he flirts back, I’ll never know.

  It’s almost eight o’clock now and the bar has been busy as fuck since an hour after Betty showed up. Ashe is closing the bar tonight so I’ll be leaving soon….thank god. I look up and see Callie walking through the door. I know what, or rather who, I’ll be doing as soon as I get out of here.

  “Hey stud. Can I get a beer?” She says when she reaches the bar.

  I get a beer out of the cooler and pop the cap as I hand it to her. “What brings you to my humble shithole?”

  “I needed a drink. What time are you off?”

  “In about an hour.”

  “Good.”

  “You can follow me up to my place when I’m done here.”

  She smiles as she looks down at my crotch and notices I’m already getting hard. “Sure thing stud.”

  When I finish up I look over at Ashe “You got this? I’m about to leave for the night.”

  He sees Callie and gives me a knowing grin. “Yeah, you go ahead. Don’t make the lady wait. She looks like she could use a good dose of Stone.” He says, thrusting his hips.

  “You’re an idiot.” I shake my head.

  I look over at Callie and nod toward the exit and start walking. She follows closely behind me as I make my way up the stairs and through my apartment door. “You want a beer?” I ask her once shes’s seated on the couch.

  “Yeah.” I get two beers out of the refrigerator and hand one to her after opening them. “Thanks.” She smiles and puts the bottle to her lips. “I see you haven’t been taking house cleaning very seriously. Those beer bottles on the end table were there the last time I came over.”

  “They add to the ambiance.” I raise my beer. “In fact, I plan on adding more.”

  She laughs. “At least the clothes are off the couch this time.”

  “Leaves room for activities.”

  “Oh really, and what activities would those be?” She knows damn well what activities I have in mind.

  I take her beer out of her hand and set it on the coffee table along with mine, and lean close to her. “Activities that involve you naked and on your knees. Take your dress off for me.” She pulls her dress over her head and kneels between my legs, instantly working on the button and zipper of my jeans. I lift my hips and help her slide them off and then toss my shirt to the side. She begins to suck my cock, head bobbing up and down, hand stroking me in unison...she’s fucking good at this. I fist her hair and start thrusting into her throat, when I feel her gag a little, I pull her away, not wanted to come just yet.

  She gasps as I pull her on top of me, her legs straddling mine. I wedge my hand between us and shove two fingers inside her and start pumping in and out while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She moans and tosses her head back.

  “I need more, Stone.” I add a third finger and start pumping faster, causing her to start grinding on my hand. “Oh fuck. I need you to fuck me!” Not yet. I want her right at the edge.

  “Shit! I’m going to come!” I pull my hand away before she has the chance. “Dammit.” She protests.

  “I don’t want you coming until my cock is inside you. I need to get a condom. I want you bent over the kitchen table with that wet pussy on display when I get back.” I shift her off of my lap. She lets out a whimper and pinches her nipple with one hand while the other sinks into her heat. “And if you come before I get back, you’ll be leaving unsatisfied. Am I clear?”

  “Hurry.” She whines.

  I go to the bathroom to look for a condom, I search the cabinets but nothing….fuck. Did I use them all? I go into the bedroom and start looking through drawers, there has to be one here somewhere. I look in the hamper and find one in the pocket of a pair of jeans….she’s right, I do need to take cleaning more seriously, my dick is about to go soft because it took so long to find a fucking condom. I get to the kitchen and find her bent over the table like instructed. She still has her fingers in her pussy, fucking herself slowly. I can see her wetness dripping down her inner thigh. Definitely not going soft anymore. I wait for a minute to see how far she’ll go waiting for me. Her ragged breaths pick up and she starts fucking herself faster…..is she going to make herself come? She suddenly stops as if she can sense me behind her. Looking back at me with her big blue eyes she removes her fingers from herself and sucks them into her mouth, lapping up her juices, my cock jumps at the sight. “Good girl. I would have been disappointed if I didn’t get to fuck that pussy because you misbehaved”

  “Please, Stone.” She whines.

  I walk toward her, sliding the condom over my hard shaft on the way. I position my cock at her entrance and enter just the tip, she wiggles her ass to encourage me to go deeper….I didn’t need the encouragement. I grab her hips and slam into her to the hilt. “Yes!” She cries out. I start moving, thrusting slowly in and out. She starts fucking me back, letting me know she wants me to go faster, so I pick up my pace. “Just like that. Ahhh!”

  I grab her hair and wrap my arm around her waist pulling her up against me. I bite her ear lobe and growl. “You like my big dick fucking that pussy, don’t you?” I ask as I thrust fast and hard.

  “God yes! Oh fuck yes!” I can feel her shaking, she’s close to coming.

  “Come on my cock.” I grunt into her ear.

  “Ohhhh fuuuuck!!!!” She screams as she comes. She rides out her orgasm, grinding against me as I keep pounding into her until I find my own release. Grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise, I empty my load into the condom as her pussy contracts and milks me dry. I slump on top of her over the table, feeling sated. Breathing heavy I pull myself off of her and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get a wet towel so Callie can get cleaned up. Making my way to the couch, I toss the towel to her and sit down, taking a swig of my now warm beer.

  “That was great, Stone. Nobody’s ever fucked me like you do.” She says breathlessly as she cleans herself.

  “Yeah, it was pretty good.” I say when she comes over and sits on my naked lap throwing her arm around my neck.

  “That’s it? Just pretty good?”

  “It was really fucking good.”

  She smiles. “Do you want to grab some dinner?”

  “No, I’m good, kind of tired actually.”

  She sits up on my lap “I need to eat, Stone. We never do anything that doesn’t involve us naked and you inside me. I know this really great place that makes the best burgers. And it’s open twenty four hours….Then maybe I can stay the night.” She says that last part in a shy whisper. Fuck.

  “Look Callie, I like fucking you, a lot.”

  “But?”

  “But you know I don’t want a relationship. We have great fucking sex, but that’s it.” I can see the disappointment in her eyes. “I’m sorry. You’re a great girl, and someday you’ll make some lucky guy very happy. It’s just not going to be me.” Since we’ve started this I’ve been clear with her about my intentions. I should have cut her off months ago when I started to notice the shift in her feelings, but she really is a great fuck….yeah, I know, I’m an asshole.

  She gets off my lap and grabs her dress off the floor and starts pulling it back on. “It’s fine, really. This is my fault. I should go. You probably have other girls to fuck.”

  “Callie, don’t.”

  “Don’t what, Stone? Don’t leave? Don’t be angry? Don’t be hurt? Don’t what?!”

  “Don’t act like I’ve lied to you. You knew what this was.”

  “I can’t do whatever this is anymore.” She waves her hand betwe
en us. “I’m in love with you, Stone, and I have been for a while. I can’t be around you knowing you’ll never be mine. I can’t watch you bring other women up here to fuck. I thought maybe you were starting to love me too. I’ve been so fucking stupid.” A tear slips down her cheek as she walks out the door.

  Callie is a great girl, and gorgeous. I should feel bad for breaking her heart, but I don’t. She knew I never wanted anything serious with her. When we agreed to start fucking she said she felt the same way, just a way to blow off steam and have some fun. Hell, we’re still fucking other people…or at least I am. Now she flips shit on me and wants love. She knows I don’t do that bullshit, my fucking heart is dead.

  Chapter Two

  Aspen

  “Wake up sleepyhead!” Aly yells as she swings my bedroom door open.

  “Why are you so damn chipper in the morning? What time is it anyway?” I look over at my alarm clock trying to see the time with one eye.

  “Eight am. Come on, I want to go out and get breakfast.”

  I throw my pillow, attempting to hit her in the head, but with only one eye open my depth perception sucks and it lands at her feet. “I hate you.”

  “It’s not my fault you stayed up all night reading that romance book. Look, I came with a peace offering.” She hands me a steaming hot cup of my favorite coffee.

  “Okay, hate is a strong word.” I sit up to grab it and take a sip.

  “Now stop being a bitchy whore and get up.” Back to hating her.

  “Don’t think just because you’re my best friend I won’t stab you.”

  “You have to get out of bed to get the knife, Aspen.” She laughs.

  “Fine, I’m getting up.” I roll my eyes.

  “Be ready in thirty minutes, I’m starving.” I love Aly like a sister, but right now I want to gouge her perfect blue eyes out.

  I finish my coffee and get out of the bed, looking at the clothes in my closet I realize I might hate everything I own. I settle on a pair of light wash skinny jeans and an off shoulder baby pink sweater with white canvas shoes. I throw my hair into a messy bun and decide it was too early for makeup of any kind. “Alright, let’s go.” I say as I walk out of the hall into the kitchen. And of course, Aly is looking perfect as ever with her red hair done in a high ponytail, gray sweater dress complete with black heeled boots and perfect makeup. She always looks like she stepped out of a magazine. Is it possible to love and hate someone at the same time?

  We walk to our favorite breakfast spot, The Skillet, and are seated almost immediately upon arriving. “Wow that was fast, they aren’t busy at all this morning.” Aly says in shock. This place is usually crazy busy, so it’s great that we were able to get a table so quickly.

  The waitress comes over with a huge smile on her face and sets our menus in front of us. “Hi, my name is Tracy and I’ll be your server. Can I start you off with anything to drink?”

  We both order coffee and thank the waitress. “I’m so hungry! I can’t decide what I want.” Aly says looking over the menu.

  “I already know what I’m getting.” I shove my menu aside.

  “Let me guess, the eggs benedict?”

  “Don’t make fun, the eggs benedict is amazing.”

  “You have no sense of adventure.”

  I stick my tongue out at her.

  “Jay is coming over at noon to pick me up for lunch, he has a conference tomorrow out of town so he’s leaving this evening and returning on Monday.”

  “Who has a conference on a Sunday?”

  “It’s a medical conference, they’re always on weird days.”

  “Aside from the fact that you knew I’d love hearing that since he’s at our apartment ALL of the time, why are you telling me this?”

  “Are you guys ready to order?” The waitress asks as she sets our coffees down.

  “Yes, I’ll have the mushroom omelet, and my friend here will have the eggs benedict with a side of grapes.”

  “Coming right up.” She smiles as she grabs the menus and walks away.

  “He’s not there ALL of the time.”

  “You’re right, sometimes you’re at his place, my mistake.”

  She tosses a sugar packet at me. “Anyway, since he’ll be gone, we can have a girl’s night out. You know, like we used to. We can have a few drinks, maybe dance. It’ll be fun.”

  “I don’t know Aly. I have absolutely no rhythm and nothing to wear. We could stay in and watch a horrible chick flick in our pajamas like when we were kids and fill up on wine instead of soda.”

  “Come on, Aspen, you never go out. Ever since that idiot Chad cheated on you, then dumped you because you wouldn’t put out like those sluts he usually dates, you’ve been a hermit. You have to get back out there, it’s been almost a year, babe. I won’t even make you talk to anything with a dick, just come out and have a good time.” She’s right, and I freaking hate it. “Please?”

  “Okay, okay. I’ll go.” I give in…..a little too easily, but whatever.

  “That’s the spirit! You’ll have a great time, I promise.” She says with a victorious smile.

  After we get home I gather my laundry and toss it in the wash. I have no idea what I’m going to wear tonight so I need everything clean so I can sift through every article of clothing I have. “Jay is coming a bit early, so I’m going to meet him downstairs. I’ll be back in a few hours.” Aly says from our laundry room door.

  “Okay, I’ll see you in a little while.”

  “K, love you!” she blows me a kiss on her way out.

  “Love you too!” I wave her off.

  Once the laundry is done I lay everything out. Ugh…I have no going out clothes. I pick through the back of my closet and find a beautiful red cashmere sweater that I completely forgot I had…my mom got if for me for Christmas years ago. I decide to put it together with dark skinny jeans and a pair of black heels that Aly made me buy when she caught me eyeing them at a boutique she dragged me to. I protested because until now, I never thought I’d wear them.

  By seven o’clock we’re almost ready to head out, just a few more finishing touches. I decided just to curl my hair, it’s thick but only takes about fifteen minutes to curl and stays forever. The only makeup I’m wearing is red lipstick, some mascara and a tiny bit of blush to color my pale cheeks. I grab a black diamond pendant necklace and the matching earrings from my jewelry box and put them on. They used to me my mom’s, and I adore them. I look in the mirror to make sure the look is complete, and I have to say, I don’t hate it. Aly is still in the bathroom putting mascara on, how many coats does she need? “Are you about done?”

  “Just a sec, one more coat.”

  “Any more and your eyelashes are going to look like tarantula legs.”

  She finishes her makeup and puts on her jewelry, “alright done. How do I look?”

  “You look amazing.” She always does. She’s got her hair in an elegant bun with curls cascading on either side of her face, a short black sequin dress and three inch red heels making her long legs look even longer. Yup, fresh out of a magazine.

  “I forgot you had that sweater, I love it.”

  “I feel a bit under dressed now.” I look down at what I’m wearing.

  “Don’t, you look stunning. You are absolutely gorgeous, and have amazing T&A.”

  “T&A?” I wrinkle my nose.

  “You know, tits and ass. I would kill for your curves. Any girl would. In fact, if I was into girls we’d skip going out and I’d be going down.” She winks.

  I laugh. “Okay you perv, let’s go before I change my mind.”

  We arrive at a dance club called The Lair and order our first drinks of the night. Dirty martini for me and Cosmo for Aly. We find a pub height table in the corner and make our way over. “This place is nice!” Aly shouts over the music.

  “Yeah, it is. The drinks are bit pricey though!” The martini was twelve dollars! But, the place is really nice. The floor is glossy black, three walls are lined with cru
shed purple velvet and one is adorned with hundreds of framed mirrors. There are crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candles everywhere. It has almost a gothic feel to it.

  “Do you want to go dance?” Aly asks.

  “Maybe after another drink or two.”

  “Liquid courage. Got it.” She nods.

  We’re on our third drink once we finally head to the dance floor, and I think I’m just buzzed enough to ignore the fact that I probably look like I’m having a seizure trying to keep up with the beat. I feel a hand on my shoulder and hot breath against my ear. “Your ass looks sexy as sin in those jeans.” The mystery man says.

  I turn around startled and notice how good looking the stranger is. Sandy blonde hair, honey colored eyes, tall, at least six feet. And from what I can tell, he’s got a pretty nice body. He’s dressed nice too. He’s wearing a navy blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and black slacks, they look expensive. “Does that line usually work?”

  “Sometimes.” He chuckles. “Sorry, but your ass does look pretty hot. You’re easily the prettiest girl here.”

  “See, I told you.” Aly mouths with a huge smile and a thumbs up….I think she might be crazy.

  “Um, thank you.” I blush.

  “My name is Jake.” He extends his arm so I can shake his hand…weirdly formal. “Can I get you a drink? We can sit down and talk”

  “I’m Aspen.” I take his offered hand. “Sure, dirty martini please.”

  I sit back at our table and he comes to join me a few minutes later with two drinks in hand. “So, Aspen. You from around here? I haven’t seen you before.”

  I take my drink and nod. “I’ve lived in town for a while, I don’t get out much. You?”

  “I come here all of the time. It’s the only dance club in this small town and the drinks are good. What do you for fun since you don’t really go out?”

  “Nothing exciting. I read a lot and I don’t drink much. I prefer to stay in.”

  “What brought you out tonight?”