Turning my head, I press my lips to his without even thinking. He freezes for a moment, then his hand lifts from my hip to the back of my head and he holds me still while he kisses me back. His tongue slides across the seam of my lips, dipping inside when I gasp.
DICE
Juliet’s timid tongue slides against mine. My fingers tighten against the back of her head. I’m unable to hold back the moan that erupts from my chest. Fuck me, she tastes good.
She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted all wrapped up in a tight little package. It feels like I’m disgracing Clara’s memory by even thinking that, but fuck me, Juliet is a surprise.
She breaks the kiss, her breathing labored and her eyes wide with surprise. “I-I-I…” she stammers.
Smiling, I reach up and touch the tip of her nose with my finger. “You don’t have to say a word, baby. I get it, boy do I fuckin’ get it. Watch the sunset, then we’ll get some dinner.”
She nods, resting her head against my shoulder, her body melting against mine. No longer is she stiff and shaking with trembling fear of what’s to come. She’s relaxing, and once I fill her belly, then make her come, she’ll be sated, too.
I may not fuck her this weekend, but this girl is going to come, she’s going to see how a woman should be treated. She’s going to become mine, whether she realizes it or not.
The sun sets, but we don’t immediately stand to get dinner out. We stay in the one and only rocking chair, staring into nothingness. Only when the wind starts to blow that cold frigid air, do we stand and go inside.
We’re silent, but I’m going to get her story from her. I need to know exactly the extent of her abuse with that Bastard. I need to know what she suffered through, and how deep her trauma goes. I know that she still has nightmares, she’s still scared of a leather cut, even if it’s from a different club. But the way she kissed me, the way she trusted me without even knowing me and is standing in my kitchen, that makes me believe that she is stronger than she’s letting on.
Dinner doesn’t take long, it isn’t fancy. I grill a couple of steaks and vegetables while Juliet broils a loaf of garlic bread. I’m a simple guy, meat and carb kind of man. The vegetables are solely because she’s here with me.
“Tell me about Rabbit,” I state as soon as we cut into our steaks.
“Nick,” she breathes.
Lifting my gaze to hers, I tilt my head to the side. “Baby, you give him power over you when you don’t talk about him, about what happened, and when you live in fear.”
“I don’t live in fear,” she bristles.
I snort, shaking my head. “You don’t live, Juliet. I’ve done my research on you, I was afraid you were too fucking broken to pursue, but baby, you ain’t done shit but work in the past five years. He broke a piece of you, and I fuckin’ get that shit, better than most. But he did not break you.”
“How do you know he didn’t break me?”
Reaching across the small two person table, I take her hand in mine. “You’re here with me, you let me stay the night last night, and you kissed me like a woman who wanted to ride my cock into that sunset we were watching.”
Juliet gasps, her face turning pink, but I don’t let her pull away from me, no matter how hard her hand tries.
“Baby, I fuckin’ loved it, and I can’t wait for more. All that just proves you ain’t broken. He didn’t break you, not completely. Now, tell me.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
JULIET
Our food is consumed, the kitchen cleaned, Nick’s declarations made about how I’m not broken. Now, now I nervously pace the small bedroom. He’s outside doing something, what, I don’t know. I don’t care much either. All I can think about is the kiss we shared. All I can think about is the fact that I want more of it, and I’m terrified.
I have felt broken for years, irreparable, yet one kiss with a few kind words, and I’m about to fall head-over-heels for this man. I shake my head, closing my eyes and trying to breathe. I don’t know what I’m doing, or why. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be here with him. He stands for everything that I hate, everything that I fear, yet the man beneath the leather doesn’t scare me like he should.
“Waging a war with yourself, baby?” his voice rasps.
Turning my head, I look over at him. He’s standing in the doorway, his shoulder leaning against the jamb. His eyes are focused on me and he’s absolutely breathtaking. He’s taken off his cut, his shirt is tight and stretched over his broad chest.
“I am,” I admit.
“You make a decision yet?”
I watch as he pushes off the wall then slowly stalks toward me. The room is small so he’s right in front of me, just inches away in seconds. He lifts his arm and my tongue peeks out to wet my bottom lip as he tugs his shirt off of his body. My fingers itch to touch him, to feel his warm muscular body beneath my palm.
“Juliet, if you want me, you have to make the first move,” he murmurs.
“Why?”
He tilts his head to the side, his lips twitching in a smirk and his eyes focus on mine. “Baby, you’re the one who’s been hurt, I want you to have the power, take it away from him.”
My entire body shivers from his words. Take the power away from him. He’s right. Rabbit has power over me, he’s held it for over five years. Dead or alive, he has his hold over me, over my future. Inhaling a deep breath, I lift my hand and place my palm against his chest, just above his heart.
I can feel the thump of his heart against my palm, I feel it beat, slamming against me and I wonder why it’s racing and beating so hard. Lifting my gaze up to his, I wonder if he can really be as affected by me as I am by him.
“Nick?”
He smiles, it’s not a smirk or anything remotely cocky, it’s almost sweet, if that was possible for a man like him. “Let me make you feel good tonight, Juliet,” he rasps.
DICE
Her eyes immediately shift from mine, she looks to the side, out the window and then slowly swings her gaze back to me. I think she’s going to say no, that she doesn’t think that she’s ready. I know that she is, but there is no way that I’m going to ruin this and pressure her.
She takes a step back, her palm falling from my chest, a move that I immediately despise. But what happens next, it shocks the fucking shit out of me. She reaches for the hem of her shirt and peels it from her body, leaving her standing in her jeans and bra.
Slowly her hands find her jeans and she pops the top button, then drags the zipper down at an aching pace. I lick my lips, unable to look anywhere but where her fingers tug her jeans over her hips, and she shimmies out of them.
Juliet stands in front of me, her thighs trembling wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of cotton panties. “Say something,” she breathes.
Lifting my gaze from her tits, I look up into her eyes. “You’re gorgeous, baby,” I state.
It’s a fact. Sleeping next to her, her only wearing her pajamas then seeing her the next morning in them, I knew that she was small. I could see the slight curve of her tits beneath her tank. I knew she was a sight to behold, but I didn’t imagine, I couldn’t imagine, that the sight would be this fucking good.
Naked. That’s what I crave next, but only when she’s ready. Fisting my hands at my side, it takes every single fiber of my being not to reach for her, slam her on the bed and fuck her until she comes all over me. Patience and control are my weaknesses, but they’re something that I need to obtain with her.
She shifts her arms behind her back, I watch with rapt anticipation as she unhooks her bra and drags the straps down her arm. Her tits are revealed. They are beautiful. Tipped with pink hardened nipples, smaller but big enough that they would spill over in my hand.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
A small, nervous laugh, escapes her lips. A small smile plays on her lips as she hooks her fingers in her panties and tugs them off of her body. I watch as they pool at her ankles, then lift my gaze to her pussy.
She’s ba
re, I imagine if she opened her legs, I would be able to see her slick center from where I stand, wet with desire. Her breathing comes out in pants, her body trembling slightly, but her nipples are hard and there’s a layer of goosebumps that cover her entire body.
Unable to stay still a moment longer, I reach for her. Wrapping my fingers around her small waist, my other hand finds her neck and I dip my chin taking her mouth with my own. Her lips tremble beneath mine. Slipping my tongue out, I tease her seam, wishing it was her cunt. She opens her mouth with a sigh, allowing me entry.
She tastes delicious, like temptation, like bravery, too. She tastes like she’s going to be my woman. Her arms lift, wrapping around my neck and she presses her tits against my chest. Fuck, they’re warm and soft, her nipples just hard enough that I feel the sweet buds against my skin.
With a moan, I shift my hand from her waist to her full ass. Squeezing her flesh, slowly I back her up until her legs hit the side of the bed. Without being guided, she bends at the knee and slowly eases herself to sitting on the bed.
Lowering to my knees, I slowly break the kiss, my mouth grazing down her sweet neck. “Open for me, baby,” I rasp against her neck. Without hesitation her legs open, moving my lips down the center of her chest, I use my fingertips to circle her nipples as my mouth licks and sucks down her belly until I’m right above her pussy.
Lifting my gaze to hers, I find her eyes, watching her breath come in short pants. Her thighs tremble, but it isn’t in fear, it’s with desire. She wants this, she wants me, and I aim to give her every fucking thing she desires. She’s had enough shit shoveled her way that’s for fuckin’ sure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
JULIET
Nick blows air against my aching pussy and I whimper. I can hardly breathe, I’m panting as my eyes slide closed. His lips wrap around my clit, his tongue flicks me, and I shake my head. It’s too much, I should make him stop, but I don’t want him to. With one long stroke, he tastes my entire center, then fills my pussy with his tongue. He fucks me, alternating between attention on my slit and clit.
His hands wrap around the insides of my thighs and he gently holds my legs open. My arms begin to shake behind me, unable to hold my body up much longer. I’m so close, my entire body is completely wired and ready to explode.
Nick hums, the vibrations flowing throughout my entire being. My elbows bend, unable to hold up my weight, falling back against the bed, I lift my hips and come. It’s a slow rush that fills me from the inside and my back arches as my hips jerk against his face.
He laps at my center until my tremors have completely halted. His mouth slowly kisses up my belly, and when he’s lying on top of me, I notice that he’s still in his jeans and his hard length is pressed against my belly.
Slowly my eyes flutter open as I look up at him. I have no words, just a small smile that will not leave my lips. It’s frozen there as I watch him. His mouth is glistening with my release, his eyes searching my own, questioning, probably wondering what will come next.
Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek. “Make love to me, Nick,” I exhale.
He shakes his head. “No, baby. Not yet,” he grinds out.
“Why not?”
He leans against my palm then turns and kisses the inside of my wrist before he pushes off of me. “Gotta make sure you’re good,” he announces.
Reaching for his jeans, I grasp ahold of his waistband. His eyes widen, falling to my hands on his jeans then moving over to mine. “I’m good, Nick. I want you,” I boldly announce. I don’t know when I got so bold, or how, but here I am, practically demanding that he fucks me.
“Juliet,” he warns.
Sitting up, I tug him closer to the side of the bed, my fingers working the button open. Without breaking eye contact with him, I tug his zipper down, then reach inside of his underwear and grasp his hard length. He lets out his breath in a puff, his jaw clenched and his eyes focused on mine. I watch as his nostrils flare. It only makes me want him more.
This restraint that he has, I want to break it, I want to watch him come undone. I don't know when the meek girl disappeared, the scared girl. She's all but gone though, at least right now. More of the old Juliet is shining through and I have to admit, it feels really good.
His hips shift as I stroke his hard length. My mouth waters, wanting him deep inside me, practically feeling an ache that only he can fill, an ache that I didn’t think existed any longer. Leaning forward, I keep my eyes on his and kiss the tip of his cock with my lips.
He sucks in a breath, one of his hands immediately tangling in the back of my hair. “Juliet,” he hisses. “You start this, and baby, I won’t be able to walk away.”
Swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, I release him and tilt my head back. “I don’t want you to, Nick. I want you, I want all of you.”
DICE
She’s looking up at me and fear has disappeared in her gaze, the only thing that stares back at me is desire. Raw need and desire. Taking a step back from her, she releases me as I shove my jeans down my legs. Once I’m completely naked, I close the distance between us again.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I slide her body up the bed, then climb between her legs. With my knees pressed into the bed, I look down at her. Sliding one of my hands up the center of her body, her stomach then her chest, I loosely wrap my hand around the front of her throat.
“He does not live in any bed we share, Juliet. Do you understand that?” I ask.
Her eyes meet mine, she nods, then licks her lips. “He doesn’t exist for me anymore, Nick,” she whispers. “You won’t let anything happen to me, will you?” she asks sounding unsure, even a little scared.
Rubbing my thumb up and down along the column of her neck, I shake my head once. “Never, baby. You’re mine now,” I state.
“You’re the only man that exists for me,” she breathes.
Then, and only then do I drive myself inside of her sweet cunt. I bury myself inside of her, one hand wrapped around her throat, the other her waist. My fingers flex as I tip my chin down to look at her.
“Nick,” she exhales, her eyes wide.
“Hold on, baby,” I warn, gritting my teeth.
Pulling out slightly, I slam back inside of her. I fuck her without the ability of self-control. It’s fucking gone, flew out of the window the second my cock felt that warm pussy wrap around it. Sweat beads on my forehead as I look down, watching myself slide in and out of her warmth.
My cock is soaking wet, she stretches around me, so tight, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The fact that it feels better than it did with Clara, and the fact that I am even comparing, makes me a special kind of fucking asshole, but she feels better, Juliet feels right.
“I’m close,” she cries as her head shifts from side to side against my hold on her neck.
Moving my hand from her waist to between our connection, I find her clit with my thumb. Rubbing firm circles around it, she gasps, and her hips automatically jerk. I would chuckle if I wasn’t trying to hold back my release. She’s so close, and so am I. I want to feel her cunt squeeze me, so fucking tight like I know it will.
“Oh God,” she moans just before it happens.
Her pussy clamps down around me and my own climax is forced from my body at the sweet sensation. I come, long and hard, buried deep inside of her. Releasing her neck, I slowly lower my body, burying my face in her neck to inhale her scent. My body involuntarily shivers against her hold as she wraps me in her arms.
Fuck me.
This bitch owns me, no question in my mind, she was made for me.
CHAPTER NINE
JULIET
Rolling to the side, I slip one leg over the edge of the bed before a strong arm wraps around my middle and I’m hauled against a hard chest. My eyes pinch closed, wondering if this was a mistake. Maybe I shouldn’t have given in to my physical desires. Maybe I should have run before we ever got started.
Nick’s lips touch my shoulder,
his tongue tastes me, and I immediately melt. “Good morning, baby, where you going?” he whispers against my shoulder.
Closing my eyes, I relish in the feel of his warmth at my back and around my waist. His hand moves up and cups my breast, which sends a thrill down my spine. He massages me, his tongue making a pattern around my shoulder. I let out a long sigh.
“Nowhere,” I exhale.
He hums against my skin, his fingers plucking my now aroused nipple. His fingers dance down my stomach until I feel them nudging between my legs. Thankful that he can’t see my red face, I widen my legs, hooking one foot behind his knee. His thigh slips between mine, just as two fingers find my clit.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” I admit with a moan.
He chuckles. “That’s the plan, baby. You come, you come a second time, then I come. After that, we’ll eat, then head back on down the hill toward home.”
“Must we? Can’t we stay here forever?”
He nips my shoulder with his teeth, his fingers working me faster. My hips buck, joining his rhythm. With a long moan, I come undone in his arms. He grunts, then he fills me with his cock from behind.
I gasp in surprise, he doesn’t skip a beat though. His finger continues to work my sensitive clit while his hips shift, fucking me from behind.
Arching my back, I push against him, enjoying the sound of his own groan as it fills the small cabin’s bedroom around us. Lifting my arm, I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck.
His fingers work my clit faster, he gently taps me and that’s when I fall over the edge for a second time. Before I’m able to catch my breath, he fills me with his release as well.
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