by Wyatt, Dani
“Sure. I don’t mind. She’s in prison back in Oklahoma where we lived for the last six years. She drinks. That’s the biggest problem.”
I see Geo shake his head, then look at me with sadness in his eyes.
“That’s why I don’t drink. I’ll never drink. I watched it ruin her. Ruined our life, over and over. She sold drugs sometimes to pay the bills too. Hung around a lot of not so nice people. I’m not feeling sorry for myself though. I got out fairly unscathed. Nothing horrible happened to me. I just want a different life. I dropped out of high school when I was sixteen to go to work because I was tired of us losing our housing.”
“Wow. You’re wicked smart, baby.”
“Maybe.” I look out the windshield to see the first drops of rain hitting the glass. The sky is darkening, and there’s a dim flash of lightning in the distance.
“I’ve got you now. You’re safe.”
“Yeah. I just made it my purpose in life not to repeat her mistakes. I’ve never committed a crime, at least that I know of,” I giggle as the car speeds as we enter the freeway. “And I won’t hang around anyone that does. I mean, it’s okay.” I look over at Geo. “I know you’re speeding, but I can forgive you. Just watch it.” I jab a finger and narrow my eyes his way, and he cracks a half smile, raising his eyebrows.
“I’ll watch myself.” His words are flat, and the odd feeling he’s hiding something comes over me again. But I shake it off, realizing we still need to figure each other out. He could just be nervous or unsure how much to share with me.
Who knows, I mean, he’s clearly got money. Maybe he’s worried I’m a gold digger. I don’t want to pry, to make him think I’m trying to play him in some way, so I settle myself and put my other hand on top of his, telling myself just to let things happen at their own pace.
“Good.” I smile, feeling that tingling tension as I look over at him.
He’s magnificent, and I can see how people would be frightened of him. He’s not conventionally handsome, that’s for sure, and his size is awe-inspiring. But he radiates this masculine, don’t fuck with me kind of energy that I’m sure is off-putting to a lot of people, but I find so attractive I can barely contain the little orgasm that threatens to overtake me just from looking at him.
The rest of the way to his place, he asks me all sorts of questions. He’s so interested in everything about me I feel like a celebrity around him. Like I’m someone special.
Which I’m definitely not.
Or maybe I am. To him. And that sends a shiver of pleasure reverberating all the way up my spine.
When he slows in front of a driveway, pulling in and punching a code into the box on his side, I can’t help but be impressed. A second later, a massive iron gate swings open to let us in. The same iron fencing crosses the front of the property, and I wonder for a split second if he’s trying to keep something out or something in.
I sit up, and he finally lets my hand go after kissing the back. The property is heavily wooded in the front, and it takes a few seconds driving up the driveway before the main structure comes into view.
It’s still hard to believe that just this morning, I was laying in the hospital ready to meet my father for the first time. It feels like a lifetime ago.
When the house finally comes into full view, I think Geo must be the celebrity.
“Oh. My. Gawd. Is this an apartment building? Or a tourist attraction?”
“I got a good deal,” he says as he winds the Suburban into the circular drive. “Investment.”
“How long have you lived here?” I stare up at the three-story stone mansion. “How many people live here?”
“Ten years. And one. Unless you count the ghosts.” He turns the car off, turning to me with a smile. “Just kidding, no ghosts. An occasional mouse though.”
“Oh, I love mice. You don’t kill them, do you?” I give him a playful glare.
“Actually.” He bobs his eyebrows. “I don’t. I use live traps if I need to and then take them to the back of the property and let them go.”
“You are perfect. You know that?” There’s a lilt in my voice that I can’t hold back. I’m done playing it cool.
“Back atcha, baby.” He reaches over to run a thumb down my nose. “Now, I want to show you around. Then, we’re going to finish what we started at the restaurant.”
As fire flames behind his eyes, my heart leaps in my chest.
9
GEO
I DON’T THINK I HONESTLY ever considered getting out of my line of work before today.
It’s not that I actually enjoy it. I don’t. I’m numb to it. Indifferent.
It’s the way things are, and I guess in a way I just always saw myself carrying on doing it until either I couldn’t any longer, or someone stopped me.
But here’s the thing. I have enough money saved to live more than comfortably for the rest of my life.
I made a deal for this house with a client who was in foreclosure. I paid off what he owed the bank, he signed over the deed to me and got to keep all his bones intact. Win-win. I’m not here that much. I haven’t gotten around to doing anything with it.
But I’m also happy as hell I never finished decorating the place. Because now, I want her touches everywhere. Sure, there was a comfortable living room, the kitchen has a table and chairs, and my bedroom is nice, but the rest of the place is practically empty, and I finally know why it never felt right to finish it.
Even the house was waiting for her. Waiting for our turn to have the life we never allowed ourselves to dream of.
If she wants a different life, so do I. I’m going to give it to her. To us both.
Listening to her talk in the car about her mom. Her life. My heart didn’t just break, it changed.
It was a shriveled, half working organ before. Now, it feels as though I’ve received a transplant. I don’t feel like the same man I was this morning when I got the call from the hospital.
I watch as she walks around the foyer looking up at the three-story ceiling painted like clouds and blue sky. She spins, and the skirt of her dress flows with her movements, making me hard.
Harder, I should say, because my state of near constant erection would probably baffle the medical community.
“And you live here? Alone.”
I chuckle and take her by the hand, leading her down the hall. “Yes, baby. Alone.”
“It’s sort of empty.” She screws up her face, crinkling her nose.
“I know. I guess I was waiting for someone to help me with that.”
Her sweetness is already changing the way the house feels. Thinking about how she grew up, I’m amazed how she’s retained this innocence. There is nothing hard about her.
When I think about that fuck at her apartment, I get red flashes in my vision, and all the rage I felt when I saw him put a hand on her comes flooding back, all the anger at the way he talked to her making me want to snap his fucking neck. If his fingers ever manage to find their way to her again, I’ll break every one.
Slowly. Painfully.
Then I’ll shove them into his eye sockets for looking at her the way he did.
I know that look. He was being an asshole, sure, but in his eyes, I saw the lust. No way is she going back there, not while I’m breathing.
I shake away those negative thoughts. I don’t want any of that between us now because all I can think about is getting her under me. Under my tongue, under my body, under my control.
My cock is pressing upward to my belt buckle, demanding to get at her. But, it’s more.
For the first time in my life, I want my seed inside her. I want to take root and watch her belly swell and know it is our love that is growing inside her. She’s so tiny, and I’m so freakish.
She’s soft and cute and kind. I’m hard and scarred and jaded.
But, it’s like I’m the key and she’s the lock. I’ve been searching for her, and I didn’t even know it. I’ll change my life for her. I’ll make our life for
her.
Something new. Something wonderful. It’s our turn to have something we want, and I’m going to make sure it happens.
“Love,” I whisper the word and shock rocks through me.
“What?” Nicci twists her head upward to look at me.
“Nothing.” I stall my steps, and she spins when my hand holds hers back. “No, not nothing.” I stiffen my shoulders back. “This is fast. I get it. I think I’m insane. But you can’t say this isn’t real. You are mine, Precious. And I’m yours. Tell me, the first time you saw me, what did you feel?”
I spin her around and place my hands on the sides of her neck, feeling her pulse race. When I look in her eyes, all I see is her looking up at me when I slide into her for the first time. Calling my name, buried deep in her pussy, filling her with me.
“This is crazy.” She licks her lips and puts her hands on her cheeks. “But I felt like you were the one I’d been waiting for.”
“Yes, baby. I am the one you’ve been waiting for. And I’m going to show you just what that means.”
NICCI
“GEO.” HIS NAME TUMBLES from my lips as he moves his hands under my arms and lifts me up and onto him like I’m a feather.
It’s hard to breathe, and the heat between us multiplies. The sheer power that he has should frighten me, but it makes me feel safe. As though he will only use it to protect me, never to hurt me.
His dark suit makes him even more intimidating, but the way the white cuffs of his shirt rimmed the dark sleeves while we ate dinner, exposing the hint of dark hair on his arms, was as sexy as anything I’ve seen before.
“I’m going to take you, Nicci. You know what that means, right?” He begins to walk us down a long empty hall, and my heart races and my belly flips and flutters. “Since the first day I saw you on the bus, you were mine. I’ve watched you. I knew there would be no one else for me but you. I waited, but I’m done waiting.”
I gulp and try to swallow the lump in my throat as he takes me inside a massive bedroom. It’s fully decorated, unlike the majority of the house I’ve seen so far. There are floor to ceiling windows along one side, overlooking a shimmering pool and gardens that look like they belong at a palace. Orderly, groomed and controlled. Just like Geo.
But I feel that control snapping and it’s because of me. The thought has me dizzy, the power I didn’t know I had over a man like him is making me feel drunk.
His eyes look wild like he’s restraining something deeply violent and primal, keeping it buried within, but I can sense it clawing its way out, unsure if I want to flee or throw myself against him. His scent is manly, lusty and as it hits my nostrils, I realize just how much I want him.
He presses his lips to mine as he kicks the door shut and my nipples pebble, wetness drenching my bare sex.
“I’ve wanted this,” I manage, my voice shaking at the honesty. “You. I’ve wanted you. So much. I’ve never felt anything like this before I met you.”
“Good,” he growls. “You’re going to be mine. Say you want to be mine, Precious. I need to hear it.”
He holds me tighter to his body, my hands moving to the coarse hair covering his jaw and a shiver radiates through me.
I want to answer, but the words bank in my throat.
He rests his forehead against mine. For such a brutal looking man, the sweet kindness he radiates toward me has me melting.
His voice is a whisper when he insists, “Say it, Nicci.”
His arms wrap completely around me, making me feel as though I am an extension of his body, that I am no longer just me, that we are becoming part of each other.
I swallow hard. “I want to be yours. Please, make me yours.”
“I’m going to. In my bed. In our bed. I want to do this right. You are precious to me, and I’m going to show you just what that means.”
Inside the room, he whirls around, spinning us and approaching the mammoth bed centered on the wall opposite the windows. When we are next to the bed, he lowers one hand and sweeps back the chocolate brown velvet comforter, exposing the crisp white sheets beneath.
“I want your bare skin on these white sheets. I’ve changed them every day since I met you, wishing I could have you here. I’ve been planning for us for so long.”
He lifts me up and off of him, placing my feet on the edge of the bed, so I’m standing in front of him. Even standing on the bed, I’m only a slight bit taller than him, and I rest my hands on his broad shoulders.
“Do you like this dress?” He rumbles as his hands come to the neckline, his fingers gripping the thin fabric.
“Yes.” I look down, then at the passion in his eyes. “I actually do.”
He swallows, and I sense the effort to maintain his control, to be able to speak. “Fine. Then I won’t rip it off of you like I want to, but it’s coming off.”
His hands work the belt, and in a few seconds, he’s got it open as he drags it down off my shoulders, exposing me to him. A rumble tears from his throat and his eyes darken. He reaches around and works the clasp of my bra, and a moment later that is gone as well.
Next, he silently removes my shoes, and I’m standing naked in front of him.
“Fuck, baby.” He eyes me up and down, rough fingertips gliding from my shoulders, down my sides to my hips, making me shiver and turning my nipples to tiny rocks.
His hands slide upward again, this time to the back of my head and into my hair. His fingers tangle there and tug until my head is pulled back and it makes me whimper with desire.
The ceiling is painted in this room as well, and as my eyes dance upward, I see the fresco above is a lake with trees and a tranquil meadow, extending from the doorway to the wall of windows, covering every inch of space. It should make me calm, but instead, it drives heat through my body. It’s nature, raw like our passion, and I sense the wildness in this man.
His lips find my nipple, and I yelp as his mouth closes around the sensitive flesh, sucking and biting as his hands slip to my rear and pull me forward.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls into my flesh. “I’m sure your pussy is sweeter. I bet you’re dripping aren’t you, little girl? You dripping for me?”
He works the other breast with the same ferocity as the first, only this time he drops a hand between my legs and unapologetically pushes them apart.
I moan as his tongue traces around my nipple, and his fingers slip back and forth in my folds.
I hear a low moan rumble from him as his fingers move to my clit and give it a soft pinch, making my hips buck forward.
“That’s my girl.” He tips his head back, looking up at me, and loosens his grip in my hair. “Look at me.”
I do as he asks, an orgasm building quickly as a thick, rough finger slips inside me, curling and pressing at a spot that has me immediately on the edge.
“God...” I gasp, squeezing my eyes closed as my hips rock into his fingers.
“This sweet cunt is a mess.” He plunges his finger in and out, his thumb circling my clit, making it almost impossible to stay standing. “How’d that happen, Precious?”
My hands clutch at his shoulders as I try to steady myself.
As if he can sense when I’m right on the place where I’ll tip over into my climax, he eases back, eyes narrow and focused on me like he’s playing a fine instrument.
“You’re doing it.” I manage to gasp as I focus my gaze, watching his jaw tighten.
“That’s right. I’m doing it. I’m the only one that will ever do it. You understand?”
“Yes.” I bite out as he rolls my clit between two fingers, then slips them back inside me. Back and forth until I’m a panting, begging mess. “Please.”
“You want to cum?” he grunts, his hand once again grabbing at my hair and pulling, as his mouth meets the flesh of my breast and he bites down, sending a wave of pain through me.
“Yes. Please.” The words come out in a stuttering whisper.
“Good girl. I like when you say please.”
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br /> With that, as if he knows the exact button to push to set me free, his fingers work inside me, and I explode in a shaking, yelping orgasm. His hand releases my hair, gripping me around the waist as my knees give out. My legs begin to tremble, and I nearly pass out from the pleasure.
As I convulse, I feel his mouth on me. Biting and sending the jolts of wicked pain over my skin, which only serves to intensify my orgasm.
When I finally start to come down, I feel his tongue gently tracing over all the hot spots where my skin throbs.
I’m panting as he lowers me down onto the white sheets, his hands moving to work his tie loose.
“Now, I’m going to kiss that sweet cunt of yours until you make that pretty mess all over my face.” He strips off his jacket, then his shirt, and is standing before me like a monument to masculinity. “Spread your legs, Precious, it’s time for me to feast.”
10
GEO
I SEE THE FEAR IN HER eyes as she looks at my cock.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to get you ready first.” I center her tiny frame in the middle of the bed, her ass just teetering on the edge of the mattress.
She’s displayed for me on the white sheets, just as I’ve imagined it for six months. All the nights here in my bed, thinking of her. Violently stroking off, wondering what she tastes like, how tight she will be once I get inside her.
Now, she’s here, it’s real, and there is no comparing the reality to my fantasies. She is on another scale.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I drop to my knees, my hands winding around the tops of her thighs and working them over my shoulders.
The rest of the world disappears at the sight and scent of her pussy.
“Geo.” Her tiny voice drifts down, and I hear the uncertainty there.
“Precious, I’m going to take good care of you. Your pussy is as important to me as your heart, trust me.”
