by Dee Ellis
“Two things are going to happen now, Lola Bear. You’re staying with me until I say otherwise. And I’m setting Diggs on the hunt for this fuck. Better hope he finds him before I do. That motherfucker lays a finger on you...if he so much as breathes in your direction, I’ll kill him. You get me? You going to be soft and gooey like I love and do what I say?” Hunter’s voice was hard and serious; the voice in me that always had to argue was super quiet. Hunter was taming me.
“Super gooey, baby. Besides,” I made a show of settling in, taking in his place, “Your place has plenty of room for me and Gerdie Girl.” I laughed when he made a sound, burying his face in my neck.
“I can’t promise to never hurt you,” Hunter sobered, cradling my jaw in his hands, pretty eyes expressive with emotions, “Because we’re human, and we hurt people. You are the last fucking person I’d ever want to hurt, Lola. God, the idea of hurting you....” I pressed closer, my cheek to his, my mouth at his ear.
“Just promise if you hurt me, you won’t mean it. I can take it if you don’t mean it, Hunter. Mean your promises, though—I couldn’t stand if you made promises you didn’t mean. Besides, I just need one. Promise I don’t have to share you; with your past or with anyone else.” Between us, the air stirred with something; the two of us had walked a fine line since this began, and it felt like we were ready to obliterate it.
“You never have to share me. Ever. My ex—though not as brutal and deserving of the pain I’d like to deliver yours—is not part of my present,nor our future, Lola.” I believed that; or at least I wanted to. But, he wasn’t getting off so easy.
“Tell me. You said both of us needed to get it all out. You listened to my Greek tragedy. Now yours, Pumpkin.” A darkness shifted over him. I knew it was his past and I hated it; I liked the light in his sea green eyes, and I’d do anything to keep it there.
“After tonight, we won’t need to discuss it, Lola. Ever again. Tonight, we SOUTHERN ABOUT POISON. Then move the fuck on; together, you get me?”I nodded and snuggled into his massive chest, loving the way his arms locked around me tight before he started talking,“In Brookhaven, we were the king and queen. Football star and Beauty queen; as cliché as a town like Brookhaven could get. I don’t know if we wanted to be together so much as it just made sense. I thought we had it made. I was going to join the Navy and Holly would be at home while I took care of us,” Hunter sighed and hugged me tighter for a moment.
“I got hurt; I couldn’t join the Navy, couldn’t provide the same life. Deacon Cooper knew my father from college and suggested to him I volunteer at the Fire Department to see if it was for me. I loved it, baby. I always wanted to do something important,and I was fucking good at it. I spent my senior year planning for a new life,” Hunter paused his story, pressing his face into my neck as if gaining strength.
“Deacon suggested a job here. I think he knew I wanted better than that town. I mean, I love my folks and my sister, but...I just wanted more. Something that wasn’t about my failed Naval career, or what Holly and I were. I thought I could make her happy here. I knew our first Christmas here that it wasn’t going to be enough for her. Back home, Holly stood out, she was special,” I grimaced because I’d known his wife. We’d run in the same circles for a while here. I knew plenty of women like her, too.
“Here... I guess she didn’t expect a city full of Hollys. Girls who dream big but don’t know how to make it happen. I couldn’t make her the Prom Queen or Miss Mississippi in Chicago; instead, she looked for someone to make her special by fucking her, using her. I forgave the first time because I thought it was my fault.” Hunter was trembling, but I realized he was angry, not struggling with fond memories of his high school sweetheart.
“A girl like that, no one is ever enough. They can pretend for a while, but they need their souls fed so frequently,no one could keep up.” I shoved at his broad shoulders, watching his eyes in the sunlight.
“How can I be enough for you? Lola, baby, you light up fucking everything. You make people laugh, and you’re so damn smart and talented, and you’re so goddamn gorgeous. How could I be enough for you when you deserve everything, and a woman who didn’t, I couldn’t give enough to?” I was shocked to hear this, to see the vulnerability in his handsome face, the sparkling of sadness in his eyes.
“Oh, Pumpkin. Because you, you are exactly enough for me, Hunter. I told you, I am not that flavor of girl. I like the way the two of us taste,” Hunter growled and the darkness in those eyes flamed different,“We are fucking delicious together. Us—this thing we got going—it is huge and deep and wide, and I believe it’s more than enough to keep me fulfilled, Pumpkin. My cup runneth over.” Before I could say more, although I was pretty proud of my speech, I was on my back.
“You said I anchor you. Fuck, baby, you make me soar. Like the wind in the sails, I feel like I can breathe again. Because of you, Lola. Because of you.” There was no more talking after that.
But if he had asked, I would have talked for days. Because I wanted him to know all the shadows, all the light and dark. I’d give it all to him if he asked. Because he did anchor me, in the most splendid way possible.
Although there were still words to give him. They were ones I didn’t know if I could give anyone, not even him. But, he made me feel like maybe, some day, I might find the way to give them to him.
We forgot about everything, the shadows that scared me, the bright light that had nearly eclipsed him. Suddenly, Hunter had us bare in more ways than one.
The soft leather of his couch was cold against my heated flesh as he angled himself over me. His strong hands shoved my knees open. Those pretty eyes went stormy seaside green as he lowered himself between my legs. I cried out as one, long, slow lick of my slick sex opened me to him.
“Hunter….” I breathed, gasping instead of finishing whatever I was about to say.
His mouth opened and closed over my swollen folds, kissing me as deeply in my most sensitive spot as he did my mouth before. Deep, slow strokes of his tongue have my legs trembling on either side of his head. Just as I feel the wave of an orgasm cresting, my toes digging into his shoulders, he stops.
I cry out so loud, I should be embarrassed. I’m not. I want that edge he was leading me to. The edge he drives me to so damn easily. I need it. Just as I lift my head, barely able to move at all by then, his low chuckle rumbles against my thighs and I moan softly.
My fingers are laced at the back of his head and I tug gently. Hunter obeys, bending forward. This time, it’s his teeth and two fingers that take over. I’m bucking, grinding against his mouth, and the pump of his two fingers. It feels so dirty at the same time it feels like the most connected love making I’ve ever felt.
“Hush, Darlin’. Let me taste you for a while. I love it so much. That sweet pussy is so god damn delicious.” That does it.
My nails pierce his bald scalp, I briefly worry about scars, and I scream as I do, in fact, let him taste me. I come hard and long. It rips from my core, through my limbs, leaving even my fingers and toes numb. I can’t see anything. Can’t hear anything for a moment, even.
When I start to worry he just ate me out into a coma, I see him looming over me. Hunter shoves my thighs back until they are parallel with my chest. One big hand moves between us and I let my gaze follow. Jesus, his cock is so gorgeous. I watch him pump a few strokes before he fists it.
“Look at me, baby.” I lick my lips and he growls, slapping my swollen clit with the head of his swollen cock.
“Baby…” I moan as I manage to meet his heavy gaze.
For a moment, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just presses close enough that I feel his weight. The throbbing of his hard cock. The pulsing of my hungry pussy. No, for almost too long, Hunter just gazes down at me, the air changing.
It could have been dirty. His mouth glistens with my wetness. His hand still pumps his heavy dick. And those eyes are almost black they’re so dark green. The moment is anything but dirty, though. Because, it’s heavy with all the
words we’ve spoken. Some we haven’t.
“I’ll anchor you to me, Darlin’.” Hunter’s voice is thick, rough as sand paper and the words wash over me, soothing my edges just as effectively.
Without looking away, he thrusts forward. One long movement and he’s deep inside me. It’s the most fulfilled I’d ever felt. Filled and complete and fucking whole. The couch cocooned us as he took me for hours. Kissing me reverently, telling me how soft I was, how hot and tight, how good I felt against him.
I was absolutely ooey gooey. I whimpered his name, told him he belonged inside me, and that I wanted him to mark me forever. Because that’s what it felt like. Like he was anchoring me to him and truly, finally, claiming me for good.
I was cuddled into his big chest, his back against the couch, when I realized what time it was. I had skipped out on work and made him come home from the same. I started to sit up, embarrassed and anxious. Hunter refused to let me move, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he cupped between my legs.
“Taken care of. Stay. Later, we can grab some of your shit; that goddamned bird too.” I giggled and he laughed too, licking the marks his teeth left behind.
It was too easy to forget about seeing Seth, that he knew about Hunter. Too easy to snuggle into the dark tattooed arms circling me, and let it all melt into nothingness.
I let him anchor me to him.
11
Lola Von is the best thing about Chicago. You have the Navy Pier, Field Museum, Soldier Stadium, but none of them measure up to Lola. Not to me, anyway. Coming home to that woman, spending most my nights balls deep in her sweetness, and waking up with her tangled around me, that’s the best shit I’ve found in Chicago.
Since the run in with the ex-husband, who I have Diggs looking into, I’ve insisted she stay at my place. Not that she wasn’t already before, really. But, I let her bring that damn bird over and smiled as I watched her clear a spot in my drawers and closet. Then, she cleared a spot everywhere else and I fucking loved it.
Lola liked her breakfast, and she liked her coffee. At least three days a week, she ordered out for us before I could fix us something. I let her have it because it was better than my lady trying to cook. Even Gerdie knew better. On one such morning, I realized how crazy I really was about the minx who was carving herself a spot in my life.
“Darlin’, you know I love to cook for you.” I’d groggily murmured when I heard her ordering again.
“And I love to eat everything you feed me, Pumpkin.” Lola had winked back.
I was barely awake; until I registered her bare, plump ass bouncing as she rushed to the door. In nothing but my shirt and her just-fucked flush. I was at the door, slamming it shut before she gave the delivery boy an improper good morning.
“Darlin’.” My voice was lethal, possessive, and her pretty eyes lit up. Lola fucking loved the beast she stirred in me.
“Pumpkin.” Pressing her softness close, her hand snaked through my arms, reaching for the door.
“You open that door, looking like you do...you might be asking for it. You asking for it, Darlin’?” Lola pressed closer and twisted the handle, but didn’t open it.
“I. Am. Always asking for it, Pumpkin.” I snatched the breakfast out of his hand, growled about tipping him double next time, and slammed the door.
Needless to say, breakfast was almost always an event. I’d licked more syrup and honey off Lola’s body than I’d actually ate with said breakfast. Her sweet pussy tasted even better bathed in warm honey, her cream coating my tongue. I could feast on that woman all day and never lose the hunger I had for her.
It wasn’t just dirty breakfasts or naughty texts—which she was a fucking pro at—or the middle of the night blowjobs she woke me up with. Which she was also a fucking pro at. The dirty was downright epic, hotter than any fire I’d ever fought; it was the rest of it that mattered, though.
It was her brushing her teeth next to me in the mornings. Arguing with that fucking bird about what to wear. It was the way she tucked herself into the corner of my couch to watch movies. The way she doodled on every spare piece of paper, including my department schedules. It was just, very simply, her.
After the first week, Lola started to talk. About her family. About her sister, Poppy, who she had once adored. Her best friend, Brynn, back home in Maine. How they had systematically been taken from her. I’d made a promise to her; I was going to give her back everything he had taken.
I happen to be a man of my word.
By the second week, I’d made a few calls, and her sister was arranging a visit to Chicago. On the third week, she was Skyping with Brynn nearly every night. My first weekend off, I came home to her in a Bryant jersey, Cubs game on the TV, and dinner on its way.
“What’s going on, beautiful?” After a lingering kiss hello, I quirked a brow at her.
Lola fit in my life better than I had ever expected, and it scared her at first. Terrified me too, but for different reasons. I was serious as a fucking stroke about this. About us.
With the past she’d had, the trust issues others had left her with, it wasn’t so easy for her. I wanted to make it easy, though. That night, it seemed like she was ready to start letting me.
“Just excited for a weekend together. Mmm, I love how you smell. Dinner is takeout from Hopleaf, the game is on...” I’d let her lead me to my Daddy’s recliner, laughing when she pushed me into it.
My laugh turned into a moan when she dropped to her knees in front of me. With a gleam in her pretty eyes, she undid just two buttons of that baseball jersey, her full tits spilling out.
Lola made quick work of my jeans’ fly, and her mouth surrounded my already hard dick before I could argue. Not that I would, by the way. I quite liked the sounds of Lola feasting on my cock and the game being called in the background.
Lola watched me as she pleased me, and that shit drove me crazy. My fingers wove into her dark hair, pink in it that night, and I watched her lick, suck, and swirl that sexy fucking mouth around my hardness. One hand lowered to the back of her head, angling her where I wanted her, but I let her have control.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Especially while she was pleasing me. I loved to watch her submit control, loved to watch that look in her eyes when she gave herself over to me like that. That night though, I was submitting to her.
“Fuck, Darlin’,” I tried to hold that heavy stare, but my eyes were heavy with the orgasm that was firing up my spine, “I love your fucking mouth. Jesus. Look at you, so fucking sexy when you’re on your knees for me, baby. Fuck. I love it. Take it all, Darlin’.” Like a pro, she swallowed my length to the back of her throat, one hand cupping and stroking my balls. I saw stars.
Also, I saw the pleasure in her eyes. Lola got so hot when she got dirty for me. Turning me on, making me weak for her, it got my lady wet and soft. I almost held out, almost long enough to lift her to my lap and take care of that for her. Until she did that thing.
“Oh shit...fuck, Lola.” As my head fell back, my fingers tightened in her curls.
Lola did the thing that promised I couldn’t last long. Shoving between my legs, her soft tits cocooning me, Lola took me to the back of her throat, pumped with one hand, and licked my balls. All at once.
It was a fucking feat; I was on the larger end of the dick spectrum. My lady swallowed me down like she was ravenous. I never lasted, and she moaned around me as I came down her throat.
Then she fed me dinner, sitting in my lap with those lush tits on display. We got through four innings before I was fucking her in my Daddy’s chair. Nights like that became our routine and, fuck, what a routine.
Every night I was off, she welcomed me home. Not always with head, but I got welcomed home just the same. Lola didn’t cook or clean much, that bird of hers was mouthy as shit, she never hung her towels up and I lost more than half my bed to her.
What I got, though, besides the way she welcomed me home, was worth losing the space in my closets, and gaining a few pounds becau
se loved her breakfasts. Because, I got Lola.
I got her laughing with me as we watched reruns of Doogie Howser Sharing breakfast, dinner, and even nights out. I got that tiny body wrapped around me, those little hands working my shoulders when I was exhausted, and that fucking bird telling me on the sly how crazy Lola was for me. I. Got. Lola.
It had been nearly three weeks since she’d spotted her ex. Diggs hadn’t found shit; not that he was exactly Columbo. Lola never talked about going back to her place, but I was prepared to deny her that option. Lola was going nowhere without me. The woman was stuck with me, and I loved being stuck with her.
“You heard anything from Captain Obvious?” Lola wondered one night as she sat wrapped around me on the couch, rubbing my shoulders.
“Nope. I mean, other than the obvious, of course.” I returned the favor, my big hands massaging the long legs wrapped around my middle.
The obvious was what little information Diggs had given us. Seth Fairchild came from old money, which allowed him to fly below the radar. The handful of arrests for drug possession and disturbing the peace had gone away with a little money in the right hands.
Seth played the game well. He played the doting son to his wealthy parents for photo ops and press events. They, like Lola’s parents, were respected politicians. Which turned out to be the reason Lola had lost contact with her parents. Despite his abuse, his obvious drug use, and his nights spent living the rock-star lifestyle that landed him on the cover of tabloids, they had expected her to fix their marriage.
It made him even more dangerous, because he had their blessing to try and mend things with Lola. Diggs found out he owned a penthouse downtown, and had since Lola had moved here two years before. We both suspected her being mugged, her apartment break ins, and possibly even the fire were all his work.
Seth wanted to scare Lola, then come in like the knight on a white horse.
Too fucking bad for him, I’d beat him to it. I was going to protect Lola against that dick, no matter what it took. Not just because I was fucking crazy about her. But, because I realized I was the first person she trusted enough to let them try to protect her.
