by Lexy Timms
She was enervated from the multiple climaxes she’d experienced already. Every touch felt like it had the potential to set her off again. Though she was very excited, stimulated in all ways—mentally and physically—it might take a little time for her to climax now. This time, she really got to thoroughly savor the moment.
Sasha lifted her hips off him slightly, so he could pump into her. As she rocked steadily on him, every so often he would thrust firmly upward. He picked up the speed, jackhammering into her at such a pace, making her bounce on him.
He then sat upright so they were laced together, pressed together as tightly as possible. He worked her hips, moving her back and forth in short, effective motions. Sitting up this way, her breasts bobbed against his chest. The light contact tickled in a good way as she wiggled and wobbled with their passionate movements.
Sasha leaned forward to shut the water off, nearly displacing it all. He had to quickly release the water, so it could drain off. The tidal wave he caused by moving made them both stop and burst out laughing.
The tension and release of their amusement caught Kallie sweetly off guard. She then spontaneously climaxed. Her laughter transformed into helpless gasps of delight in his ear.
Sasha tilted her, pressing her at the tub’s edge as he pumped into her through her pleasure.
It became blissful torture. Kallie slumped while ecstasy took her over. She rode a euphoric cloud. Sasha followed her as her pleasure triggered his. He cried out as he released. She gripped his slick, wet shoulders as she rode out the rhapsodic wave.
Now Sasha kissed her, like he owned her; like he was claiming her, praising her for the amazing sex they shared. They stood and he turned on the shower so they could bathe properly. He doused her with rich-smelling liquid soap, massaging the stuff over her until she glistened. He was very attentive and thorough.
Kallie relaxed against him; he was so broad, solid, and warm. She enjoyed this bath much more than the first one she took.
Next, Sasha conditioned her hair and gently untangled it, slowly and patiently. The massaging to her scalp made her knees weak, and he even had to catch her to keep her from falling.
Kallie sighed in complete sated satisfaction while resting in his warm embrace, against those massive arms of his. Sleep teased the edges of her mind and she let it pull her down.
She realized as began drifting off that she’d fallen for this man, and it wasn’t just a physical attraction. He was like a knight come to rescue her.
Chapter Nine
Sasha kissed her and smiled gently as he tucked her into bed. She’d nearly fallen asleep in the tub and he’d carried her out, dried her off, and set her naked on the bed. He kissed her again and turned to get dressed.
“I’d love to stay and taste you again, baby,” he whispered huskily as he stared at her naked body, “but I need to get to work. You have some time.” He dressed and was gone before Kallie had the energy to open her eyes.
She checked her watch. There was just enough time for her to steal a quick nap before she had get dressed for work. Suddenly, she felt exhausted.
Kallie then remembered she hadn’t asked him about the camera in the bathroom. She rolled onto her back. How could a woman think straight around a man like him? She sighed. Shrugging as if she had no other cares for once in her life, she slept and awoke refreshed just before her alarm went off. She dressed quickly for work and focused on her hair. Her locks tended towards tangling; since they were long and straight, it took forever to brush out. This time, though, since he’d done such a service to her hair in the tub, she was relatively tangle-free. So, she decided on a long French braid. It had been a while since she did one of those. She braided her hair all the way down the length of her back instead of brushing it back into a ponytail. It was different, and when she wore it like that people paid her compliments. She hoped Sasha would like it, too.
He sent her a text to let her know he was sending a car to pick her up for the bar.
She wondered why he wasn’t coming to pick her up, but he had a bar to run and it beat taking a taxi.
Though he’d been open about her staying at his place and she showed up in his car, Sasha played it cool when she arrived, keeping his distance from her. It had to be obvious to those who worked at the bar.
Kallie didn’t say anything and played her part as well. She was a waitress, not his girlfriend. He’d done her a favor by giving her a place to stay and she’d…she’d thanked him in kind. Shit! What had she just done?
She kept stealing secret glances at him, and quickly looked away when he glanced up to look at her. What am I doing? she asked herself. Then refused to give an answer. Why overthink it? It had felt amazing and today seemed brighter and better than yesterday. Much brighter. Finally, she allowed herself some breathing room from her past problems. To just have one roll in the sack with a man like Sasha had helped her immensely.
Kallie felt like she was turning into pro handling the crowd at Darkness. She maneuvered through the small tables packed with customers, crowding the floor. It was business as usual tonight and she had no problem keeping up.
She stepped on her tiptoes, sliding between the back of a chair and a table top, when she felt the unmistakable stroke of a hand on her ass. This was followed by a grope which nearly had her stumbling. She instinctively looked to Sasha for safety.
He noted her alarm and engaged. His eyes connected the dots and witnessed the bold, molesting customer in the act, reaching to touch her again.
Sasha charged like a bull across the bar.
Kallie felt obligated to warn the offending customer that he was about to be toast. “Move,” she urged the man firmly.
Like a tsunami Sasha was over them, massive and powerful. He lifted the customer up by the shirt collar. The color drained from the man’s face as his feet left the floor.
The customer was out of line, but in no way did she want the man to be hurt or for Sasha to get arrested over her. “Sasha, stop!”
He hesitated a moment, and slowly lowered his fist that was cocked and ready to go. He shook his head and released the customer.
The guy crumpled to his seat, his mouth gaping with horror and relief.
Kallie pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to catch her breath. The rest of the bar began to move, slowly.
Sasha leaned over into the guy’s face. “Don’t touch the waitresses, ponyal?” he said through gritted teeth, and then straightened. He turned and faced Kallie. “You okay?” They shared a smoldering exchange as their torsos grazed. He didn’t say anything to her but she felt a conversation was on the horizon.
“F-Fine.”
The man who’d felt her up dropped a twenty on her tray.
Sasha gave his nod of approval. He then resumed his seat at the end of the bar counter, opposite where the waitresses picked up their orders. He grinned apologetically at her when she came up to place another order a few moments later.
Though it was a scary, ridiculous overreaction, she couldn’t help but giggle. She sidled up to him with the slightest bit of flirtation. He put his arm around her waist possessively and she leaned into the crook of his arm. “What did you say to him?” she asked as she waited for Sal to mix the drinks.
“You heard me,” he said lightly. “I told him to leave you alone.”
“I mean the other thing. The word I couldn’t understand?”
“Do you understand?” he replied.
“No, I don’t. That’s why I’m asking you.”
Sasha laughed. “It literally means ‘do you understand?’”
“Ohhh,” she said, finally getting it.
“It’s Russian.”
“I gathered that,” she said, and smiled. “Except, how do you know he speaks Russian?”
“Because I just do. Because he understands.” His eyes went dark again with anger.
“I think it was something else that delivered that message,” she teased. “So how did you know I don’t speak Russian?”
Kallie thought she would melt from the inside out. He all but disarmed her with a single sentence. Her breathing rose and it suddenly got hotter in the bar. The man himself might be complex in nature, but damn, he spoke his mind easily. With another flush on her cheeks, she went on her way hustling drinks.
The more she worked and thought about it, the more the incident made her hot. She wasn’t about violence at all, but there was something erotic about the sight of the hot man she’d had even hotter sex with avenging her honor.
At least for now, no matter what came of this thing they were dabbling in, Sasha was her hero.
Again.
Chapter Ten
Throughout the night, every time Kallie moved or bent over to set drinks on a table, Sasha’s eyes were on her. He had the look of a hunter and a lion at the same time. When the bar was finally closed for the evening, he sat waiting at the bar as she carried empty glasses over. His gaze swept over her body, leaving her instantly warm and out of breath.
He reached out and a finger touched her arm. “Can I come by so we can talk about this thing?”
It amazed her how just that little bit of contact set her on fire. He transmitted an ache so deep within her. It astonished and excited her. “Which thing is that?” she asked coyly. She wrapped her arms around herself and pressed into the bar, trying to cool herself. Was he referring to the incident that happened today at the bar, or what happened between them at the house? She was betting on the latter.
He smiled, clearly playing along. “Umm, the thing that happened between us earlier and the thing that just happened here tonight.”
“You just want to talk?” She giggled. “Or you going to role-play and pretend to be a customer and I serve you?”
“It’s not funny,” he growled, sounding jealous. “He had his hands all over you. You don’t even know the guy.”
The teasing instantly left as Kallie raised her brows and waited for what he said to sink in. What? He was going to go off the deep end because some guy tried groping her ass while she worked? How many barmaids had that happened to in the life of this bar? He wanted to make it like this was her fault? “Really?” she paused, letting him think about what he’d said, “You do realize I don’t really know you either, right?”
“Hey.” He sighed and motioned to her clothes. “This is just asking for trouble.”
“Then you’d better talk to Sal about our outfits. This is not my fault.”
He stood and moved close to her. Extremely close. Kallie could feel the heat of his body brush against her skin. She swallowed. He raised his brows and stared at her face, and at the same time he placed his warm hand on her breast rising from the push-up of the bustier. “I kinda like this on you,” he whispered.
Kallie stepped back, trying to gain back some of her composure. This man could be so infuriating one moment, and then seductive in the next breath. “See you there, Sasha.” She turned to untie her apron.
“Oh, you will,” he said wickedly, his words warm on her neck as he moved closer to her again. “I’m taking you there.”
“You going to give me a ride, big guy?” she asked, clearing meaning two things.
He growled and spun her around, his hands pressing on her hips. “I’m about to throw you over my shoulders and hike up your skirt. Take you on the bar if I want to.” His eyes smoldered with desire. He grinned cockily when she sucked in a sharp breath. “Too bold?” he teased.
She knew her face was burning and hoped the low lights in the bar hid it. “Nah,” she fibbed with amusement. “Not the least bit over the top.” She didn’t want to admit part of her wished he would do as he said, even if people could see them.
He ran his hand over the side of her ribcage, feather-light with his fingertips. “Go. Finish up. I’ll have the car brought ‘round to the front.” He turned and left without another word.
Kallie watched him go, her teeth pressing against her lower lip, and she caught herself sighing.
“Careful with that one, love,” Sal warned from behind the bar.
She turned to look at him and he winked. “What do you mean?”
“Just be careful.” Sal seemed suddenly very interested in the glass he was wiping dry.
She shrugged and hurried to finish before clocking out.
Sasha hadn’t been kidding when he said he’d have the car waiting out front. A driver sat waiting in the front seat, and Kallie assumed Sasha sat in the back behind the dark windows. She wanted to rib him that he wasn’t taking her, the driver was. She hesitated before opening the door. Something about getting in the back of the Town Car made her pause; a sense of danger made her shiver. Like riding in the back with someone she didn’t really know could only bring trouble. She pushed it away. Sasha was a good man, crazy hot, and he wanted to come back to the place he’d set her up in. A safe place that was massive! She didn’t need to be afraid. The man was built to make people feel safe—or scared, depending on what side of him you were on.
He was on the phone as she crawled in and didn’t notice her hesitation. Clicking the phone off, Sasha gave instructions to the driver in Russian.
Kallie laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“It kind of sounds like you’re speaking backwards.” She settled in close beside him, enjoying the touch of his thigh against hers and the leather of the seat on the backs of her legs.
He gripped the sensitive part of her knee firmly, making her squeal. “Oh really?” he challenged.
Kallie giggled. She was extremely ticklish there and on her feet. “Stop! Please!” she cried. “Mercy!”
“Baby,” he kidded before his voice grew dark, “if you’re looking for mercy, you’ve come to the wrong guy.”
“Aww,” she mewed. She knew he was just being funny but, again, what he said made her think. She didn’t know him. Was he the wrong kind of guy?
He kissed the top of her head. “It was a joke, Kallie.”
The long, luxurious car pulled up in front of her new place. Kallie felt like she was arriving in a carriage, like she should be wearing one of her vintage Halston gowns. She mused over a role-play where she really was a princess and Sasha her prince; maybe more like her black knight.
Again, he spoke to the driver in Russian. Kallie sat as the two of them chatted until, finally, Sasha reached over and opened his door and then helped her out. Once they were on the walk approaching the front door, she asked him, “Doesn’t he speak English?”
Sasha reached around her to unlock the door. She had a key but he took charge, it appeared, whenever he could. “He does,” he answered plainly.
Kallie waited for an explanation, but that was all Sasha had to say on the subject. “Well, okay then,” she said. The words had a slight bite to them, probably because she was tired, and maybe because it annoyed her that if the driver spoke English, it was kind of rude of Sasha and him to converse in Russian in front of her.
“Good, I got you’re okay,” he said, his tone matching hers.
She opened her mouth, ready to argue, when he suddenly swept her up and moved up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m tucking you into bed and then we will have a conversation,” he said in a clipped tone. He came to a graceful stop when he arrived at her bedroom. It was such a regally appointed room with silvery curtains sweeping to either side above the headboard. The white bed linen was simple and understated, with tailored lines and faint silver stripes.
Kallie was used to fine things, but the elegance of the town home felt overwhelming after the dump she’d been living in.
In a single move, Sasha had the bar’s uniform off her. A negative thought flickered in her mind that he must have had a lot of practice. She didn’t like thinking that way, especially before sex. She loved the magical spontaneity of how th
ey came together. It was so good it was addictive. It would be difficult to measure up to that kind of magic after this. He pressed his lips to the base of her neck and lit her body with erotic shivers.
He needed a shave, but against her neck it felt teasingly sexy. On her cheek, though, it felt sharp and she shifted away from the tender touch.
He chuckled. “Did I get you there?” He quickly kissed the spot he’d agitated.
“I think you get me every time.” She trembled as she whispered the words.
He needed no more encouragement. A hunger filled his eyes as he dropped her onto the bed. His hands roamed over her, resting on the flatness of her stomach, stroking the imaginary line up to her breasts.
Kallie noticed he wasn’t undressing. Before she could ask why, his mouth was on hers.
He tasted so good. Too good. He’d had a drink or two at the bar and it made his mouth taste sweet. As he plunged his tongue in and claimed her, her arousal swiftly rose. She was hot and tingling all at once. He strummed the length of her torso, each time turning around lower and lower until his fingers were on the spot where she most craved them to be.
The lightness in his touch vanished. He was firm and sure as he cupped her. His tongue found her ear; he nuzzled her hair as he worked her, pleasuring her.
Kallie arched upward, her desire escalating. All other thoughts were erased from her mind as she closed her eyes and focused on reaching that one point, that pinnacle that would send her flying. When his motions slowed, she opened her eyes and caught him watching her.
She needed more, so she helped him, swinging her hips to and fro purposefully. Then she pressed her hand over his and directed him.
“Show me,” Sasha whispered hoarsely as he withdrew his hand and watched her.
Kallie was momentarily self-conscious but then she went for it. With the lightest contact, but constant motion, she brought herself to climax. She’d never been so bold in front of a man before.
