by C. M. Steele
Grumbling, I find that after leaning on a neck pillow, I feel slightly better. “I told you, Sammie. Damn, he’s going to laugh when he finds out he drives you to drink.”
Twenty minutes later, I feel the tendrils of sleep take over. The next thing I know, I’m being woken up by big, strong arms. I open my eyes to see Danny looking down at me. “Vixen, it’s time to go.”
“Wait, what? I must be dreaming. You weren’t on the plane.”
“I just couldn’t wait to have you in my arms.” He scoops me up in his arms and I sigh, loving this dream. It’s not until I hit the cool air outside as he carries me down the stairs that I realize I’m not dreaming. I freak out and nearly send us both falling down. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. Whoever fucked up your head is going to pay. One day I want to know who that piece of shit is.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now that we’re on the ground, let me go.”
“Fine, but remember, soon that lie you keep telling yourself about us will be one you can’t deny anymore.”
“I want you to fuck me, but that’s it.”
“Vixen, I might need to carry your ass to hide how hard you made my dick.” He drags me in front of him before we get to the SUV, and I can feel his thick ridge pressing into my back.
“Well, not my problem,” I mutter as I hop inside the backseat. He follows and sits beside me. Boomer and Crystal are behind us in the third row of seating, while Danny’s twin brother, Mike, drives.
“Hey, Sammie. What are you doing after the wedding?” He wags his brows at me and Daniel snarls at him, dragging his hand over my thigh.
“Mind your fucking business or I’ll beat your ass.”
“Territorial much?”
“Damn right, Sammie,” he growls against my ear. My entire body shivers as his breath grazes my neck. “You’re mine.”
Chapter Seven
Daniel
I’m about two minutes from pounding Mike’s head in. The bastard hasn’t let up all day. I’ve been forced to spend the day away from Sammie as the women prepare for the wedding, but I want her naked and in my bed with my dick buried so deep inside of her that we can’t be parted. Fuck, I can barely breathe just thinking about being with her. Envisioning her long black hair wrapped around my fist as I take her mouth and then demand she admit that she’s mine stiffens my cock to the point it feels like it’s going to break.
Throughout the family dinner, I stare at Sammie. Joe is so damn preoccupied with my sister that he doesn’t see the way I can’t keep my eyes off his sexy sister. And like the vixen she is, she takes her bites with sexual innuendo and intent. I’m ready to jump across the table and take those sultry lips, tasting her mouth and letting my tongue swipe against hers.
By the end of the evening, I’m so worked up, I don’t know how to speak. I remain quiet, watching her from a distance as she talks to her brother.
I go to my bed, hoping to get some sleep, but I can’t stop pacing the place. She’s at the hotel with her brother now, so my ass is going to have to wait one more day.
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As the wedding comes to an end, I get my chance alone with her. She’s heading upstairs to Sophia’s old bedroom. Before she can reach the door, I slide my arm around her waist and carry her to my room, closing the door behind us.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“Kidnapping me, but you know they may come looking for me any minute.”
“I just want a minute alone with you. Tell me you haven’t missed me.”
“I haven’t.” She smiles at me, sliding her hand over the bulge in my pants.
“Little liar,” I grunt out, closing my eyes and absorbing her touch.
“Tell me something. Have you been with anyone since we met?”
My eyelids fly open and I look down at her. “How can I when all I want is you?”
“I’m leaving in the morning.”
“I know. I’m sure I can’t make you stay, but I’m coming back for you at Christmas. Then I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with my cock, coming deep in your womb so you can never leave again.”
“Why do you keep teasing me?”
“Teasing?” I remove her hand from my cock and slide mine down under her dress. “Teasing?” I ask again, pressing my fingers against her panties, feeling the drenched material as a soft moan escapes her lips. “Teasing would be walking away with your pussy begging to come, but I don’t want to leave you like that. I want you coming with my name ripping from your parted lips. Do you want to come?”
“Yes, I want to come for you, Danny.”
“Good girl.” I push one finger past her soaking wet folds, feeling the way her pussy sucks it in. “That’s what I want to hear. Moan for your man. I’m going to make you come, and then we’re going to join the rest.” She falls apart in my arms, crying out. I slam my lips onto hers, stopping the sounds from escaping, and let her ride my finger until she drops forward, slack and boneless. We stay like that for a few minutes until I hear movement outside of the room.
“Hey, bro, Doc’s looking for his sister. I told him she’s lying down in my room.”
“Thanks, Chris,” I groan out, resting my chin on the crown of Sammie’s head.
I pull back after another minute passes. She’s refusing to move her head from my chest. “It’s time to go, Vixen.”
“Oh, my goodness,” she sighs.
“Please look at me.”
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispers, finally giving me her pretty eyes. I stare at her wondering how the fuck I can let her go when I’ve waited so long to see her.
Instead of begging her to stay, I say, “Well, there’s more of that to come.” I wink at her, trying to ease her tension.
“What about you?” she asks.
“Oh, I’m okay.” I kiss her forehead and open the door, peeking out to make sure the coast is clear. I lead her to Crystal’s room and add, “I’ll be back later.” I steal another kiss, then run down the stairs and outside to my SUV. My dick is so hard, I’m likely to burst soon, but I have to get away before someone sees me this way. The drive I take helps calm the lust, but it’s not enough to stop me from coming back to claim my woman.
An hour later, I see that Doc’s rental is gone, so I rush into the house. I’m going to fucking come so deep inside Sammie that we’ll never be apart again, and her brother can’t do anything about it. I take the stairs two at a time and then go to my room to shower before I hunt down my woman.
As I open the door, I’m shocked, but pleasantly surprised. Sprawled out in my bed is my Vixen in just her panties, her long black hair over one shoulder as she looks up at me with hungry eyes. “I thought you’d never come back.”
“Sorry, baby. Couldn’t walk around the house with my dick stiffer than fuck while your brother was here.”
“Well, he’s gone now.” I nod because all brain cells have depleted, and the blood has gone with them Her large tits make my mouth water as her nipples stiffen. I swallow the lump in my throat. I feel like a virgin—eager to fuck, but this moment has to be amazing. She deserves more, but I promise to make it up to her.
I lift off my shirt and kick off my shoes, forgetting all about my shower for now. We’ll both jump in after I spend the next hour making her filthy. “Part them thighs for me.” She rubs her legs together, slowly, sensually before she spreads them open. I want to thrust my hard cock deep inside of her almost as much as I want to taste her pussy on my tongue.
Crawling between her silky thighs, I press my face to her mound, breathing her in as she squirms with anticipation. My fingers hook around the crotch of her panties, sliding them to the side as I swipe my greedy tongue over her wet slit.
Her moans hit my ears and send a jolt of possessive need down my spine. Unable to control myself, I lean back and tear her panties off and then stand to lose the rest of my clothes. I stand in front of her with my aching cock coa
ted in pre-come and the tip dark with desire.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, Vixen,” I growl, dropping down onto the bed, perching myself right at her entrance. “You’re mine, Sammie.” I jut forward, thrusting my cock deep inside her warmth. We groan together as I bottom out. Falling onto my palms, I lean in and steal a kiss like I stole her innocence. I try to push that out of my head because she’s already in her twenties, but I’ll take the gift I was given with pride.
“Danny,” she moans, trying to hide the pain from me. My name coming from her lips is almost my undoing. She doesn’t realize that I’m only hanging on by a thread, but I need to do my best to make it special. Fuck. I slowly pull out, feeling every little ridge of her tight walls.
Just leaving in the tip, I whisper, “Forever.” She may not believe me, but she’s my forever. I pump forward, slamming into her again and watch the last vestiges of pain leave her face. Bending down, I suck one of her perky, hard nipples into my mouth like our baby is going to do. The thought of coming deep inside and leaving my son in her warm, perfect body sends a primitive emotion through my veins. My pace picks up as she rolls her hips up, begging for me to be deeper. I can feel the head of my cock bang against her cervix, ready to breed her like a wild bull.
Her nails rake over my biceps as she takes everything I’m giving her.
The word love presses on my tongue because that’s what I feel, but it takes everything in me to hold it back. She’s not ready, and I’m not trying to have her run on me. It’s not like she’ll get away. I’ll follow wherever she goes.
“Sammie, come for me. I want to feel your tight pussy clench around my cock.” I reach one hand down, sliding it over her mound, stroking her clit with my thumb. Her hips roll and her back arches, bringing her tits to my face. I take advantage, licking one and then moving to suck on the other. Fuck, she’s got me so wound up that I’m starting to do some math in my head to stop myself from coming before she does.
Her hands slide over my shoulders and down my back, running her fingers over my ribs. She throws her legs around my waist, rubbing her heels over the back of my thighs.
“Fuck…I’m coming,” she cries out. I crush her mouth with mine to prevent anyone from hearing her come. It’s not that I don’t want anyone knowing that I’m fucking her brains out, but the caveman in me doesn’t want her orgasm shared with anyone else. My hips rock steadily as she squeezes my release out of me. I still and my vision blurs as the last drops of come fill her womb.
Her lips against my jaw stir me from my passion-induced haze. “So perfect.”
“Yes,” she says with a yawn.
I pull out of her tight heat, missing her warmth already, but I feel the exhaustion hit me too. I roll onto my back and drag her onto my chest. She nestles in like a tired kitten and I whisper against her soft hair, “Sleep, my Vixen.”
“Goodnight, my beast,” she sighs on my chest.
Chapter Eight
Sammie
I’m going home this morning, and the notion of leaving is gutting me. I still want to be wrapped up in his arms, but I won’t give in to the temptation. It’s a battle that I have mentally fought for the past three months, but now I’ve lost myself in his passion. It was fantastic; however, sex isn’t everything.
“Are you ready?” Danny grumbles. He claims he doesn’t want me to go, but at the same time, how long will it be until he gets tired of me? I have a job, and I can’t throw it away to spend the weeks away in his bed.
“I am. My suitcase is right there.” He picks it up and walks me out to his vehicle, holding my hand the entire way to his SUV. He only releases my hand to open the door and let me inside. He’s silent the whole time, but I can see the wheels moving in his head.
As I wait for him to put my suitcase in the back and get inside, I text my brother and let him know that I’m going back home. He’s always concerned about my safety, but with the whole Sophia thing, he’s been a little laxer when it comes to my comings and goings.
“He’s calling already,” I tell Danny, who nods as if he agrees with my brother’s behavior.
“What’s going on?” I ask while rolling my eyes at Danny. He slides his hand over my thigh and up higher. I hold back a moan and then scowl at him.
“Nothing. We’re already on the way there. Shouldn’t you be busy making babies?”
“God, can you not talk about my sister fucking?” Danny barks, leaning against my shoulder so Joseph can hear him. He cups my pussy through my jeans, feeling how soaked I am. Bastard.
My brother whispers back, “He’s not hitting on you, is he?”
We’re way past him flirting with me, so I respond with a truthful yet misleading answer. “No. Relax. Have fucking fun.” Danny takes my phone and hangs up for me.
I scowl at him and snatch it back. “Shouldn’t you be driving instead of all up in my conversation?” I pointedly look where his hand is.
“I’d rather be back in bed, all up in you, but you’re being difficult.”
“I know. Being a responsible adult can be so hard for a rich athlete used to having fun when he’s not training for a fight.”
He pulls his hand back onto the steering wheel. “You sound like you’re itching for a fight, but I’m not going to let you do that. I want our last few hours together to be happy ones.” Is that because he doesn’t plan on seeing me when he comes to visit? I know that I act like I don’t care, but I do, and thinking that this is a one-time deal hurts even if I knew that walking in. I stare out of the window, thinking about the fact that I’m slipping and letting my heart fall into his hands, waiting for it to be crushed.
“Stop. Stop that shit. Wherever your head has taken you, drop it. I’m going to be in Texas in less than a week. I’m not going to let you get away from me that easily. I have to get something done along with bringing Sophia’s shit down, but I’ll be there, waiting for you to fall into my arms.” He brings my hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, and then hits the road.
By the time we arrive at the airport, I don’t want to go anymore, although I know I have to. It’s the hardest thing for me to do, but it’s the most sensible. I refuse to make the same mistakes my mother did, and those were plentiful and costly. I can never forgive her for the years of time lost with my brother. I would say she did him a favor by abandoning him, but after learning the truth, she benefited from a lucky happenstance.
“I’m going to miss you, Vixen.”
“Good. I’ll see ya,” I say, snatching my suitcase and spinning around before he can say anything else to me, but the guy is fast and he turns me back, pulling me into his arms and crushing his mouth to mine.
“The Beast,” some guy shouts, attracting the attention of onlookers.
He lets me go and growls. “Go inside. Be good and call me when you land.” He spins me back around and pats my ass, scurrying me into the TSA checkpoint. When I make it through, I look and see that he’s gone.
Be careful and don’t let no fucker get close to what’s mine or I’ll show everyone how quickly I can lose my cool. ??
Fool. I’m going to miss you, too.
The flight feels like it happens in a flash, like even the plane wanted us to be apart. When I land in Dallas, one of the Steele Riders is waiting for me. “I’m here to give you a ride home.”
“Thanks. How are things?”
“Busy.”
“You know, Beast, for a lawyer you don’t talk a lot.” They call him Beast because he’s massive in size, especially for his profession. I doubt they make the courtroom chairs big enough for him. I wonder if he sits on the edge of the seat.
He chuckles. “Not unless I have to. Spending most of my day talking in court drains my will to blab like a girl all day. Sorry.”
“Whatever. I think I like you better silent.”
I don’t turn on my phone yet because I don’t want Danny to call me while I’m in the car with Beast. I know Boomer hasn’t told my brother anything, but I can’t guarantee that Beast wo
n’t let my relationship slip. Although as a lawyer, he’s likely to keep it to himself. Then again, the man is a walking contradiction.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime, but don’t make it a habit.” I flip him off and go into the main house. I have to pack my shit and move into the carriage house so Joseph can have some privacy with Sophia. I’d hate to be the third wheel.
Boomer has already scheduled some of the guys to come over and help me move into the carriage house tomorrow. Now it’s off to packing.
Two hours later, I remember to turn on my phone. There are two calls and three texts, all of them from Danny. Shit. I text him back. Sorry. Misplaced my phone while packing. Just turned it back on.
He calls right away. “What the fuck, Sammie?”
“What? I forgot to turn it on.” I didn’t forget at first, but when I got home, I saw my filthy room. All around are clothes strewn all about as I’d tried to pick my cutest outfits for the trip.
“You were quick to forget about me.”
“Oh hush. That’s not the case. I was waiting until I got inside my house.”
“Why? You didn’t want to let the bastard taking you home know that you have a boyfriend?” he challenges.
“Actually, yes. What if he told my brother? Why start trouble when this isn’t anything serious?”
There’s a long pause before he says through gritted teeth, “Fine. Not serious. I’ll see you on Christmas Eve.” He hangs up without a goodbye, and I know that I’m going to regret my words. I pack up my bedroom with greater effort than before to stop myself from thinking about Danny. I decide to take a walk down to the empty carriage house, and the first thing I notice is that it needs a Christmas tree. Yep, a tree, so I leave the confines and drive up to Dallas for a tree.
By the time I get home with my giant fake tree, I feel the pain of Danny’s words when he doesn’t call. Spending the night decorating with the help of Crystal and Roxie, I manage to turn my new carriage house into Christmas paradise.
