by J, Bella
“Turn around.”
I hesitated.
“Turn around, Alyx.”
Slowly, I turned to face him.
His eyes bored into mine. “Why are you naked?”
“I, uh, I thought I could…you know.”
“No. I don’t know.”
“Granite—”
“Tell me,” he insisted. “Tell me why you’re naked.”
I could practically feel my cheeks turn red with the heat that spread all the way from my chest and up my neck. “I thought I could do this.”
“Do what?” He stepped closer, eyes scrutinizing me. “What did you want to do?”
I bit my lip. “I thought—”
“Alyx.”
“Fine.” I wiped the hair from my forehead. “I wanted to make pancakes, and Ink said you didn’t have anything in the house but beer and leftover pizza. I asked him to get some ingredients, and he said you would never allow me upstairs to use the kitchen in any case. So, I thought,” I swallowed hard, “I thought I could, you know, seduce you and maybe get you to let me make you some pancakes.” Jesus. If stupid had a sound, my rambling would have been it.
Granite held up a finger, cocking his head to the side with a frown on his face. “Let me get this straight. You wanted to seduce me so you could make me pancakes?”
“Oh, God. It sounds stupid, I know. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I don’t even know if you like pancakes. For all I know, you hate pancakes, and I made a complete—”
“Shut up.”
My mouth snapped shut.
He stalked closer, and with every step it seemed like his presence slowly sucked the air out of the room. “Let go of the sheet, Alyx.”
“What? No.”
“Let. Go. Of the fucking sheet.”
My heart pounded against my ribs, my skin warm and cold at the same time. The way he stared at me, eyes dark and lips wet, I could feel the primal urges bubbling beneath the surface, and I knew what he wanted, what he needed. So, I did as he said and dropped the sheet, letting it pool around my feet.
Granite sucked on his bottom lip as he allowed his gaze to sweep slowly down my body. “I came here thinking I had the shittiest day. But right now, thinking you have waited here for me, naked, wanting to seduce me,” his eyes snapped up to meet mine, “it makes me feel a whole lot better.”
Removing his cut, he didn’t take his eyes off me. “So, tell me. While you sat here naked waiting for me, what were you thinking about?”
I swallowed, my thighs already clenched as I watched him take off his clothes. “I thought about what you might like, what you’d like me to do.”
A wicked grin spread along his face, and he stood tall and proud, not the least bit shy of being naked in front of me. His cock was already hard, the girth thick and swollen.
“Come here,” he demanded, and I stepped lightly toward him, my body already primed for him to take me. Knowing the kind of pleasure this man was capable of giving me already had me on the edge, and I was certain it would only take a single touch to push me over.
“Turn around.”
I did, closing my eyes, desperately trying to steady my rapid breathing.
“I’ve watched you dance.” His fingers slowly trickled from the bottom of my spine, all the way up, barely touching me at times. “I know what this body of yours can do. How it can bend and move, how supple and flexible you are.”
A shudder rang throughout my body, my core heavy and aching for what I knew he could give me.
Granite stepped closer, and I gasped when I felt his cock press against the hollow of my back, his skin warm against mine.
“I want you to bend forward for me, as far as you can go without bending your knees.”
I wasn’t fooled by his softly spoken words. The demand was still there, merely coated with a touch of smoothness.
His fingers reached the back of my neck and slowly moved back down. But this time he applied a little pressure, urging me down.
Easing forward, bending my body at the hips, I breathed in deeply as he increased the pressure, his touch traveling down my back.
“All the way down, baby.”
My sex started to throb, my skin heated and sensitive.
I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes as I continued to bend…down…down…all the way down. Having a super flexible body was the most important thing when it came to ballet, and it made it possible for us to reach positions not everyone could.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed, and it thrilled me to know I pleased him.
“Touch your toes—just like I’ve watched you do so many times.”
My fingers reached my feet, legs perfectly straight and spine relaxed. Tension caused stiffness in the body, and in order to pull off the perfect positions in ballet, you needed to learn how to shake tension like it was nothing but dust.
Granite’s hand reached between us and slowly rubbed the tip of his cock against my ass. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this, seeing you bent down and spread wide open just for me.”
My sex clenched, my insides wound tight with anticipation.
Up and down, he dragged his cock through the slit of my ass, then dipped lower, brushing it against my sensitive folds, all exposed and swollen with need.
I moaned, and it was hard to control the overwhelming urge to move my hips in search of him.
With leisurely circles, he continued to tease my flesh with his cock, nudging at my entrance, taking me to the point where my body would ready itself to take him, but then he would move away, leaving me panting and needy.
Abruptly, his hands gripped my hips, and he forced me back up, swinging me around to face him.
I gasped when I met his eyes—dark and wild, almost menacing, like there was nothing but wicked fantasies hidden behind them.
“Now lean back.” He tightened his hold around my waist and pushed a thigh between my legs, earning a sinful moan from my lips. “Let me see you stretch this beautiful body of yours.”
I sucked on my lower lip, loving the way his hard body felt against mine. He pressed harder with his thigh against my sex, and my eyes rolled closed.
Leisurely, I started to lean back. The more I bent backward, the more pressure his thick thigh applied between my legs. It felt so good, my core fluttered while my body craved more friction. More pleasure.
I let my arms fall to the side, and with a gentle tug, he pulled me up as he came down, taking a hard nipple in his mouth.
I whimpered and moaned as his tongue lapped and licked. Gently, he moved me up and down, rubbing me up against his thigh, never letting my nipple slip out of his mouth.
My hips started to join the rhythm, my body too eager, too hungry to find the crescendo of pleasure I knew waited for me.
“Your pussy is so wet, I can feel it coating my thigh.” His lips clasped over my other nipple, this time sucking harder, nipping with his teeth as he let it go. “You like working that pussy of yours against my leg?”
I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop rubbing against him, wanting so much more.
His hand flattened against my back, and he brought me back up, a rush of air escaping my lungs.
“Get on the bed. On your stomach.”
“Granite, I need—”
“Now.” With a violent jerk, he spun me around and pushed me on the bed, my body slamming against the mattress.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder, trying to look back when he grabbed my hips and pulled me down to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side.
“I need you to spread those legs of yours, ballerina girl. All the way fucking open.”
I grabbed hold of the sheet, twisting it between my fingers while he pressed against my inner thighs, splitting my legs open as he pushed them on the bed. “Every fucking time I watched you split these legs, this is what I imagined. Having you face down, legs split, and pussy weeping for me.”
I pulled at the sheets. My eyes close
d while my body hummed with so much sexual tension, I could feel it vibrating all the way to every goddamn bone.
His hands disappeared from my thighs, and when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw him standing straight, staring down, gripping his cock in the palm of his hand.
“Granite—”
“Shhhh. Let me enjoy this fucking moment.” Up and down he pumped his cock, taking his pleasure in his own hands.
I buried my face in the sheets, squirming on top of the bed. The thought of him pleasuring himself while watching me was intoxicating, and I moved my hips, rubbing myself against the mattress.
“Look at that,” he murmured. “My pretty ballerina’s pussy seems quite needy. How does that feel, grinding your cunt against the sheets?”
“Not as good as rubbing it against your thigh.” Breathless and completely possessed with lust, I lost control of myself. The moment was too intense, the air around us palpitating and exhilarating.
He slipped a finger through my cleft and inside me, twisting his hand as he filled me with a second digit. I cried out, pushing my hips back, wanting it deeper, fuller, faster.
“Soaking. Fucking. Wet,” he growled, pulling his fingers out of me, leaving me panting and my body aching.
“This is the most perfect split you’ve ever mastered, I swear to God.”
His palms grabbed my ass, and he plunged into me. It felt like he tore right through me, impaling me with his length and thick girth. Instinct made me want to close my legs, but he grabbed my thighs and kept them open for him. I pinched my eyes closed, his merciless thrusts making it feel like he was tearing me apart.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.” I let out a breath with heavy exhalation.
“Good.” He reared back before sinking back into me. “The sooner you get used to this position, the better.” He reached over my back and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling my head back. “Because I think I prefer you like this, split open, soaking wet, with cries ripping from your throat.”
The more he delved into me, the more pleasure started to push through the pain.
“Do not close your legs, do you understand me?”
I whimpered, and he tugged my hair hard.
“Understand?”
“Yes.”
He let go of my hair, placing his palm on the slit of my ass, spreading them. “Get ready to scream for me, ballerina girl.”
When I felt his thumb slip down, prodding against my tight opening, I tensed.
“Relax, beautiful. I promise this will make you feel good.”
He slowed his rhythm in and out of me, his finger gently nudging, coaxing me into welcoming his intrusion.
I let my head down, relaxing my body, focusing on the sensation of his touch against a place I never could have imagined letting anyone get near. But the more he played, massaging the pad of his thumb against the hole, the more I liked it—especially with the feel of his slick length filling me over and over again.
“That’s my girl. Lift your hips for me.”
Moving his other palm between my body and the bed, his finger found the sensitive pearl that had me crying out instantly.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it.” He moaned, the sound mixed between arousal and self-satisfaction.
“Granite, it’s too intense.” My knuckles whitened as I clutched the sheets, my cheek flat against the bed. “I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can. And you will.”
It was sensory overload, and my mind could no longer focus. I felt dizzy, my body shaking as I fought the urge to close my legs. My hips faltered, and I couldn’t hold them up anymore.
As I trapped his hand between my pussy and the bed, he kept working my clit, his thumb pushing harder against the tightness between my ass cheeks.
“Now, let me hear you.” The top of his thumb slipped in, and pleasure erupted between my legs, an intense release that caused my entire body to quiver. The climax that ripped through me took complete control, and my hips started riding his cock, pushing back as he slammed into me.
A cry rolled over my lips, and that was the moment Granite’s own search for pleasure took over.
He gripped my waist, pulling me back, forcing me to meet him thrust for thrust.
Our moans crashed together, and I could feel him come inside me.
Spent and exhausted, he fell on top of me, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his warm breath exhaled onto my sensitive skin. I was completely possessed, and the euphoria so powerful I was certain it would linger within my bones forever.
He placed a chaste kiss on my spine, the sensation tingling across my flesh.
“All that for pancakes?”
I laughed. “Yup. All that for pancakes.”
He got up, and a crack resounded around us as he slapped my ass. “Then you better go make your man some pancakes.”
16
Granite
“How did it go this morning?” Ink slipped into the seat next to me.
I tore my gaze away from Alyx moving around the kitchen making pancakes.
I shifted. “Not good.”
“Yeah, I bet. Guess it’ll be a stupid question if I asked if they were okay.”
“She kept asking questions. Questions I couldn’t answer.” I took a sip of my strong, black coffee. “She wanted to know if it was the Pythons. If it was club related.”
Ink leaned closer, glancing at Alyx. “What did you tell her?”
“That it was an attempted hijacking gone wrong.”
“Son of bitch,” Ink cursed. “Sucks that we can’t put the blame on the real fuckers. Tell his wife what really happened.”
“Yeah.”
Ink tapped his finger on the table in front of us. “They’re gonna need protection.”
“Already done. Dutch has a crew staying put in the area. Although I doubt they’ll go after Junkyard’s family. They don’t got nothing to do with this.”
“With the Pythons, you never know. God,” he sighed, “I feel so fucking torn, you know? I wanna get back out there, fuck up more of these assholes.” He shook his head. “But I can’t leave her. Not for long, anyway.”
I sat back, watching Alyx again. “You love her, don’t you?”
“I dunno, man. I just feel like I have to make this right for her.”
“Yeah.” I patted him on the shoulder. “We all feel that way.”
Dutch and Manic came strolling into the kitchen, and Manic paused when he saw Alyx at the stove. He pointed at her but looked at me. “What she doing?”
I grinned. “Pancakes.”
“Hell, yeah. About time we eat something other than fucking pizza.”
Dutch took a seat across from me, and Manic slipped in next to him.
Manic shot me a cocky smirk. “Your woman is making pancakes for us.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’d say that’s one step closer to her becoming your old lady, huh?”
“Manic,” I glared at him, “shut up.”
Dutch folded his palms together and placed his hands on the table. “Where’s Onyx?”
I took a deep breath. “I dunno. I’m not exactly his favorite person at the moment.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever been his favorite person,” Manic chimed in, and Dutch knocked him with his shoulder.
“What? Just saying it as it is, brother.”
I shook my head, and Alyx came sauntering over with plates. “Just a fair warning, I was, like, ten when I last made pancakes. You might be getting rubber on a plate.”
The guys laughed, and Manic rubbed his palms together. “Girl, it can’t taste worse than Dutch’s cooking.”
“Fuck you.”
Alyx let out a laugh, and at that moment, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. Her face lit up, her smile reaching those amazing sapphire blue eyes. Everything about her was so light, airy, like she didn’t have a care in the world. It was the first time I saw her like that. Even before I took her, she always seemed like she carried the world on her shoulders.
Hardly ever smiling. And since she came here, I saw her cry more than I saw her smile. If I had a brick for every goddamn tear this woman cried the last few weeks, my path to hell would be perfectly paved by now.
Alyx placed the plate with pancakes in front of us. The sweet scent of sugar and cinnamon was tantalizing, and I was pretty sure Manic started to drool.
Alyx tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. “I hope it tastes okay.” The shy tinge of pink on her cheeks was exquisite, and when her eyes met mine, time stood still. It was there, in her eyes, the confirmation that she was mine. Completely. Wholly.
Manic was about to grab a pancake when I slapped at his hand and grabbed the plate. With my attention fully focused on her beautiful face, I held the plate out to her. “Ladies first.”
What was a pink shade on her cheeks had now turned a bright red. She glanced from me to the plate, then back to me like she was searching for courage, or permission in my eyes.
I simply nodded. “She’s not here anymore, Alyx.”
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. For everyone else, this moment would seem futile and insignificant. But as she reached out, taking a pancake from the plate, I knew it was a huge motherfucking moment in her life. A huge step. No one was forcing her to eat, or not to eat. She was making this decision on her own. No threats. No deals. Only her.
I gave her a half smile as she took a bite. God knew I wanted to watch her as she ate that motherfucking pancake, every bite one giant ‘fuck you’ for her psychopath mother. But it was a big moment for her, and she was already uncomfortable enough just by eating. She didn’t need me to gawk at her as well, so I played it down and placed the plate back on the table. The guys dug in like savages, eating like they were the ones who had been starved half their lives.
As I glanced from Alyx, to Ink, to Dutch, to Manic, watching the looks on their faces as they passed the syrup and butter around, eating pancakes. Talking and laughing, they seemed like men without a care in the world. I couldn’t remember the last time the atmosphere around us felt so light, having my brothers seem so relaxed.
I looked back up at Alyx. “Thank you,” I silently mouthed, and she shot the most heavenly smile that crashed against my chest, ricocheting to my heart. The moment was fucking perfection. It was like her being here managed to make the air not so goddamn heavy. Even Ink smiled, chatting with a mouthful of pancake, like he managed to forget about all the shit that had happened.
