by Jordan Marie
I jerk my cock harder and faster, in rhythm with the fucking I’m giving Dani in my mind. My balls tighten, and my heart is thudding heavily in my chest. I’m so damn close. I imagine her calling my name out as she shatters into a million pieces, and I can’t stop her name falling from my lips as I come. It feels good for the space of a minute, maybe two, and then I hate the fact that my cock isn’t inside of her. I lean against the shower door, wishing she was with me.
It’s then I see her body shadowed through the frosted glass. She’s outside the shower watching.
“You could come in if you want, Hellcat. It’d be a lot more enjoyable than staying out there.”
“I…uh… thought I would brush my teeth before we go to bed,” she stutters, and it’s damn cute— just another piece of the mystery.
She can be such a hard-ass away from here. The boys at the club have nicknamed her Ice, because they swear her pussy would freeze a man’s dick. They don’t see the side of her I do, and that’s fucking fine with me. I don’t want them to. I want to save all her sides for me and me alone. I don’t want those horny bastards anywhere near her. Which hasn’t been an issue because, Nicole got out of the hospital yesterday, and Dani still refuses to go to the club. They talk every day, and Nic has tried and tried to reach Dani and ease her guilt. I don’t think it’s working, but I know the fact that Nic isn’t blaming her outright in front of the club, is making things easier for Dani.
You could say the devil made me do it, but I open the door and let her see me. My dick should be good after just coming, but the instant I lay eyes on her, it begins to harden. She’s got on a long white t-shirt… fuck, it’s my t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back in a pony-tail on her head, and she doesn’t have a trace of makeup. It’s official, this is how I like her best. Jesus.
“Crusher, you’re naked….”
“Say my name.”
“What…I just…”
“I’m not Crusher to you. Say my name, Hellcat.”
She watches me closely, her eyes dart down to my dick and then back up to my face. There’s heat in her cheeks. She blushes. Another piece to the mystery that is Dani. I feel like I just keep unraveling them.
“Zander…”
Why does it feel like I won a fucking war when she says my name? Her eyes go back to my cock and stay there. She’s killing me.
“Come here, Hellcat,”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea…”
“I think it’s the best one I’ve ever had. Now, get your ass over here.”
I wait to see what she does. I’m convinced she’ll turn and run. I’ve not pushed anything between us this last week, but hell, everyone has a breaking point. I’ve reached mine.
When she takes a step towards me, stands in front of me, and looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, that’s when I tumble. I don’t do relationships. I don’t even chase after women. Dani made me break that second rule, and right here, right now with her looking at me as if I might destroy her, she still does it? I fall completely for this woman. There is no rhyme or reason. There hasn’t even been a great build-up. It just happens. She owns me in ways she’ll never know, because I’ll never tell her. The only thing she needs to know is that she is mine.
I reach out and run my fingers through her hair, letting the dark curls weave around them, then I gaze into her eyes.
“Tonight, you’re mine, Hellcat.” My voice is hoarse and full of need, but I notice from the look on her face she’s pulling away because of panic. Before she can run away, I use the hold I have on her hair to pull her in closer to me.
“Zander…you’re all wet…I…”
“I’m about to make you just as wet, sweetheart. Just. As. Wet,” I whisper each word as if it was its own sentence, right before my lips touch hers. I forge into her mouth, intent on conquering it. After a week of thinking of nothing else but getting inside this woman, I don’t have time to make it pretty, all I can show her is my need.
11
Dani
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, Oh God. What am I doing?
The refrain plays over and over in my head.
“…Now, get your ass over here.”
Those words should make me run. I should tear out of the house and not look back. Instead, I’m walking towards him. Can I do this? I want to. Oh God, I want to! Acknowledging that alone, scares the hell out of me.
I’m scared…no, check that. I’m terrified. I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing, and then…he kisses me. It’s not like our previous kiss. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever had before. I didn’t even know kisses like this existed. He takes over my mouth. His hand is pulling my hair and pulling me into him. My body is not my own, it’s frozen. I can’t move, so when he pulls, I fall against him. His body is wet and warm to the touch; my hands rest on his stomach, and he continues owning my mouth. I’m lost in the soft feel of his skin beneath my fingers, the taste of him, and the way his tongue completely devours me. I’m lost in the moment, and it feels…great. What have I been afraid of?
His hands move down to my thighs. The pads of his fingers are rough and calloused as they tease against my skin, sending goose bumps down my spine. He breaks away for a minute and looks at me. I have always wondered what they meant in books when they said someone had obsidian eyes, but now I can see it—dark, mysterious, and sexy as hell.
This last week has been torture. It’s been so long since my body has even had an interest in a man that I’ve spent each day wondering what I’m doing. I want the day to hurry and end, all so that I have an excuse to get in bed with Zander and let him hold me. When his arms go around me, I don’t worry. I don’t panic. I don’t do anything, but lay here and listen to him breathe, taking in his scent, his touch and feel at peace.
Still, it’s been building—this feeling to be closer to him, this need to touch him, taste him, and see if he can make me feel normal. Is he someone I can trust? He’s giving up so much to stay here and take care of me. They captured Irish, and really any threat there might have been to me is gone. Still, he insists on staying here to keep me safe.
When I’m in his arms…I forget the past and all the reasons I shouldn’t want to get close to a man. I remember that I’m a woman, and I have… needs. Zander awakens those needs. He has since I first laid eyes on him, but it’s worse since we’ve been living together. I’m tired of fighting it. I’m curious to know if it could be…good…
So, I’m standing in front of a naked Zander, his hands on my thighs, his fingers brushing underneath the rim of his t-shirt I’m wearing, and he’s looking at me as if I’m his next meal. I’m nervous, I’m scared, but I want him to consume me too. For once, I want to let go and experience…to feel.
“You’re sure, Hellcat?” he asks.
“Not really,” I answer honestly, and his sigh echoes in the room. He starts to pull away. “But, I want to try…,” I add to stop him.
His hand comes up to the side of my head, he massages his fingers into my hair, keeping his intense stare-down aimed at me.
“Time for truth, Hellcat. What are you hiding behind those beautiful eyes?”
“I don’t want to think about the past. Not right now, Zander. Not with you.”
“Will you tell me someday?” he asks.
My stomach sinks. “This was a mistake,” I tell him, feeling let down.
“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Don’t run, not now. I just need to know that someday you’ll be able to trust me with those damn secrets that haunt you.”
I take a deep breath. His words turn over in my brain. They mingle with the want, need, and fear…lots of fear.
“Before I got shot, we barely had a conversation, Zander. I don’t want to even think about my past. For once in my life, I want to know what it feels like to have a man between my legs that I don’t hate. You have a reputation for being the Savage MC stud. The one who satisfies and makes them beg for more. Tonight, I just want to see what makes all the girls throw c
aution to the wind for a man and not regret it. So, if that’s not you…forget it.”
I’ve said too much. I always do when my anger and fear mix, but I don’t want this from him. I want him to take. I was trying to shore up the courage to offer and not fuck it up with all the other shit that always stays in my head. I turn away from him, taking this as just another sign that I’m not a normal woman. I never will be. I get to the bedroom, pulling clothes out of my dresser. Tonight, is not going to be a sleeping night. I’ll go study the dancers or something. It’s time I wake back up to reality. This past week with Zander made me forget who I am.
I slide my jeans on, button them, and then try to remember where Nailer left Nic’s car keys when he dropped it off a few days ago. I keep Zander’s shirt on. Screw him. I’m claiming it. When I go to leave the room, I realize Zander is standing in front of the door, a white towel swung low on his hips.
“Come here, Hellcat.”
“I think the time for that is gone, I’m heading out to Pussy’s.”
“What the fuck for?”
I wonder what he would do if told him the truth? Fuck it, tonight seems to be the night for truth.
“I go to study the dancers.”
“The dancers? Is that it, you like chicks too? Cause sweetheart, I’m okay…”
“God, how did I forget you are an asshole? I go to study the dancers, so I can be better.”
“I don’t think you should be dancing.”
“I don’t actually care what you think. Anyways, I’m heading out. I’ll talk to you later, Zander.”
“Why does it matter if you dance better?” he asks, and this time the tone of his voice changes. I don’t know what it is, but it makes me feel like he really wants to know, and apparently tonight, I’m in the mood to tell everything—almost.
“Because, my body is all I have to depend on. If I’m good at dancing and make sure I stay in shape, then I’ll be able to take care of myself wherever I have to go.”
He frowns, like he doesn’t like my answers, but then…why would he? He doesn’t know who I am.
“Is that why you starve yourself all the time and drink that damn tea shit that stinks to high heaven?”
I shrug, “It’s called a cleanse. It keeps my metabolism up, and I don’t starve.”
“Hellcat, you have so many twists and turns you make me dizzy.”
“Don’t worry about it Stud, not like it matters. I’ll talk to you later,” I say, feeling defeated now. I got up the courage to take the plunge and it didn’t happen. Now, I just feel stupid, and I need to get away from him.
“I accept your terms,” he says, just as I begin to push through him to leave the room.
My hands freeze on his chest, and I look up at him.
“My terms?”
“Yeah. You don’t want the past brought up. You want to use my dick, I say absolutely. I just have one question. You answer it, and we’ll get this party started.”
I take a step away from him, wondering exactly what he’s got on his mind now.
“What’s the question? I already told you, I’m not discussing my past.”
“I get it, but what I have to ask you is very important on how we proceed here.”
His answer confuses me, but I’m curious and I still…want… him.
“Okay shoot, but I’m not promising to answer.”
I thought that would make him smile, it doesn’t. He looks totally serious and asks the one question, that I kind of hoped he would never ask.
“You said you have never had a man between your legs you didn’t ha….”
“I told you I’m not talking about this,” I interrupt him.
He puts his hands up before I continue and moves so that he is completely blocking the door. Blocking any hope of escape.
“I’m not asking for details, sweetheart. I’m asking you to tell me one thing and one thing only.”
I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel exposed—like I’ve given too much away. I can’t take it back now, it’s too late. I let my guard down, and all I can hope is that it doesn’t come back around and bite me in the ass.
“Go ahead and ask me then.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
I don’t want to answer. I don’t. I also can’t forget how sweet he’s been this week. How he’s taken care of me, how he’s been watching out for me, protecting me, and most of all…how he makes me feel.
“I don’t see how this…”
“It makes every fucking difference in the world. So, I’m going to ask you one more time Hellcat, and you’re going to answer.”
“Has a man ever made you come?”
I drop my gaze and stare down at my feet. My toenail polish is chipped. I should fix that before I go out…
“Hellcat, eyes. Give me those eyes. Has a man ever made you come?”
“I…no. There are you happy now? Jesus. If using a man for sex is this difficult, I have no idea why women don’t just remain virgins.”
He gives me a kind of cocky half smile, and the little lines at the corner of his eyes crinkle. I get that damn feeling in my stomach that he’s been giving me all week. Damn it.
“I’ll show you why in a minute. Now, I have one more question.”
“Oh no. No way Stud, you said one question, and that’s what I agreed to. One question.”
“That question, necessitated the next.”
“Necessitated? Jesus Zander.”
“Have you ever made yourself orgasm, Hellcat?”
My heart stops. There’s a question I wasn’t expecting. If I tell him the truth, will he see how truly pathetic I am? Shit.
“No, and that’s all you’re getting. Do not bother asking me why, Zander, or so help me, I will take that lamp you’re standing beside and bang it over the side of your head.”
He doesn’t say anything in return. Instead, he walks to the bed, turns the covers down, and turns back around to look at me.
“Get up here on the bed, Hellcat,” he orders, and his voice has that rough, gravely tone he used when he said my name in the shower… when he… God, he got himself off, and mine was the name he had on his lips. That has to mean something, right? Shit. What am I doing?
12
Crusher
“Come here, Hellcat.”
“Zander, I don’t…”
“Dani? I’m not repeating myself again. Come here,” I order her. It’s probably completely the wrong way to handle her—hell, to handle this entire situation. Yet, it’s who I am, and I can’t change, even for her. She’s the one. I feel it in my bones. I need her to accept me, because I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for the long haul with this woman.
I watch as those big beautiful eyes fill with panic. I’m going to kill the son of a bitch who did this to her, and when I do, I’m going to do it painfully slow. There’s a moment when I think she’s going to run screaming out of the room. Then, I see resolve flash in her eyes.
“I’d like to point out, you did in fact just repeat yourself,” she says in that sassy little tone she gets, even though fear is making her voice shake, I smile. She walks to me, looking anywhere but my face.
“You make me weak, what can I say?” I tell her, and I’m not just talking about right now.
She looks down at our feet, still not looking up at me. I want this, I want her, but she’s going to have to give me certain signs.
“Strip.”
That gets her attention. She looks up at me like I’ve lost my mind. Hell, the last week of touching her, having her so close and doing nothing but sleep, I probably have.
“What?” she questions.
“Strip.”
“Zander, this is not…”
“Damn, I had you pegged wrong, Hellcat,” I tell her, hating that I have to do it this way. Sometimes you gotta do, what you gotta do.
“What does that mean?”
“I thought you had fire, Hellcat. I gotta say I’m more than a little disappoi
nted.”
She looks at me, and then, just like I knew she would, her eyes shoot fire at me. She whips my shirt over her head and throws it at me. It takes all I have not to grin. God, she’s beautiful. I let the shirt fall to the ground and wait.
When I don’t give her the reaction she’s wanting, she unbuttons her pants and pushes them down her hips before kicking them at me. With her leg hurt, they barely lift off the ground. I can tell that annoys her by the way she lets out an angry snort. Her breath blows her bangs up and she’s so damn cute in that moment. Then, I take her in. She has on this sea green and black lace bra with matching panties, and it’s so fucking sexy my dick is as hard as steel. At the same time, the childish look on her face makes me want to turn her over and tan her ass.
“Are you happy now?” she huffs. Damn, it’s like she’s daring me to slap that ass.
“Depends on if you have the guts to finish what we’ve started, Hellcat. It just depends,” I answer, doing my best to sound bored.
She gets on the bed. She’s got her hand draped over her breasts, trying to keep me from seeing anything, which considering she goes out half-naked most of the time, is confusing as hell and just another reason she keeps me on my toes. Dani is such a contradiction. On the surface, you would think she was this badass, and then when you look closer… she’s so innocent and scared to show me her body. I’m going to do everything I can to make this good for her—to make this all about her. I’m going to have blue balls after this shit, but I need her to know that she’s special. That I’m not what she thinks—not by a fucking long shot. I climb on the bed beside her, starting with wrapping my arm around her, and pulling her to me so her head rests on my shoulder, so I can breathe in the scent of strawberries on her hair. It soothes me. It gives me a sense of belonging. I’ve never had that in life—not even with Melly.
