by Elisa Leigh
“No. It’s fine. I know what you meant.”
“How old are you?” She is a nurse, so I reckon she has to be at least twenty-two.
“Twenty-three,” she breathes.
“Let’s get inside, and we can figure out what to do from there.”
“Okay.” We get out of the car, and she sticks close to me, holding my hand. There is something so right about her hand in mine. Her curvy body has to be at least a foot shorter than my six-foot seven height. The elevator I lead her to opens right into my living room.
She looks around with wide eyes. “Crews, your place is really nice,” she says sounding surprised.
“Thank you. I think it lacks a woman’s touch, but no woman has ever been in here, except for my mother.”
“Did you just move in?” she asks, moving around the room.
“About five years ago,” I say.
Her wide eyes pop up to mine. “Really?”
“Yeah. I haven’t had time to decorate it. Not that I would know what I am doing.” I say as I pour us both a shot of whiskey. She’s standing there fidgeting, looking around the room like a scared kitten. “Addison, have a seat on the couch.”
She walks over to the couch, and once she’s sitting, I hand her a shot before sitting beside her. I clink my glass against hers, and we both drink it down quickly. The burn of the liquor helps soothe some of the rage that’s been warring inside me. She winces, and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve seen all year, I doubt she drinks much. I take her glass and set mine and hers on the coffee table in front of us.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, looking at her clenched hands she has resting on her lap. Her trembling hand moves up her face to feel what he’s done to her. “I’ll get you some ice.”
I stand and go to the freezer and put some ice into a clean kitchen towel. When I come back Addison isn’t where I left her, she isn’t anywhere. Fear starts to consume me. “Addison!” I shout worried she’s ghosted on me or worse, Denny has somehow found his way back to my place and taken her.
“I’m right here.” She calls from the hallway. “I wanted to wash up and see what I looked like.”
She comes back into the living room and takes the ice from my hand and presses it against her bruised cheek and winces from the pain.
“I’m going to make that fucker pay for what he’s done to you,” I say more to myself, but she ends up hearing too.
“No. I can’t have you caught up in all of this. Thank you for getting me away from him, but I need to do the smart thing and get the police involved. I should have done it long before now, but I was hoping this was just a case of unrequited love. Then I need to call work and let them know I’m okay and get home to rest for work tomorrow.”
“You’re not leaving,” I tell her.
“Excuse me?” She asks, standing with wide eyes and flaring nostrils. She’s cute when she’s pissed, but I don’t think she’d appreciate me telling her that yet.
“Addison, what happens when he wakes up? Do you think he’s going to just give up and leave you alone? You need someone to take care of you and protect you.”
“What I need is to keep my job.”
“You’re not going back there. No way in hell am I letting you work at that place. Do you know the kind of people who go to a place like that?” If I thought she was pissed before, that doesn’t have anything on the way she’s looking at me now.
“I didn’t ask your permission Crews. Now get out of my way.”
She tries pushing past me when I don’t move out of her way, but I hold out my arm to keep her back. I grip her neck and wait until she’s looking up at me. “He’s already attacked you once. He won’t stop until he’s gotten what he wants. You’re going to wind up dead. Stay here, until I have dealt with him, then you can go back to your perfect little life.”
“You want me to stay here with you?” She asks, sounding defeated.
I nod. “I guarantee this is the safest place in the city for you.” She looks torn. “Please let me take care of this for you and keep you safe. After everything you did for me, this is the least I can do.”
“Okay, I’ll stay.” She whispers.
3
Addison
It’s been three days, and I don’t know how to feel about the situation I’ve knowingly agreed to. I’m torn in too many directions and worrying about it is only making it worse. The first night I was here, Crews set me up in one of his guest rooms and made sure I had everything I would need to be comfortable, including one of his large t-shirts for me to sleep in.
The next day, his housekeeper arrived with bags of clothes and toiletries, all in brands I have been accustomed to my whole life. The gesture was sweet, but I would have rather spent time getting to know him instead of sitting around his house, twiddling my thumbs while he was away doing whatever it is that he does. There is only so much television a girl can watch.
I called my parents that morning and told them I would be staying with a friend for the next few days while she was going through a bad breakup, then I called work and told them what really happened. I told them I wouldn’t be back until Denny had been caught and asked them to save my job for me. Dr. Murray assured me the job was mine when I was ready for it. They know about Denny because we have seen him so many times over the past couple of months. He had been one of the patients at the clinic, but once the appointments became a regular occurrence, Dr. Murray realized that he was only coming around to get pain medication. Dr. Murray refused to see Denny after that, but it wasn’t the last time we saw him. I tried brushing it off as him just wanting to get pain meds, but he started leaving me little trinkets on my car and notes saying we should be together. He had never done anything illegal before the other night, just gave me unwanted attention, the attention that from someone I was interested in would have been appreciated.
The first couple of days, Crews would be gone before I woke up and would come home late in the night. I thought when he brought me back to his condo that there was something building between us, even if it started off in the most unconventional way. Now I have no idea what’s going on. If he were interested in me, then he would want to see me more than he does, right? I should know better than this. I should know that we’re from two different worlds, that neither of us belongs in.
I wonder where he goes all day. Is there someone he’s spending his nights with? Am I an utter fool for agreeing to stay in a stranger's home until the evil that assaulted me has been snuffed out? I’m not stupid. Crews asked me not to involve the police and to give him time to handle this on his own terms. What does it say about me, that I’m willing to go along with his plan? What kind of person is okay with that? There is so much about this man that I don’t know, but I’m dying to. If I don’t get answers to my questions, I’m leaving. I’ll go home to my parent’s and contact the police like I should have done from the start. I knew that if I involved them, they would have insisted I quit the urgent care clinic and come home again. I had just got my first ounce of freedom, I wasn’t ready to give that up. If that’s what this comes to then fine, I’m not a woman without options, and I won’t stay here waiting for a man to solve my problems while I sit idly by. With my mind made up, I wait for hours and hours for him to show knowing he usually shows up around nine. I even set the table and prepare a nice, late dinner for us to share, stupidly still wanting his approval. At ten-thirty at night, he still hasn’t shown. I’m done.
With my stuff already packed, because what else did I have to do than prepare for the inevitable, I grab what is mine and call for an Uber to meet me out front of his building. Getting into the elevator, I push the button for the lobby. Once I reach it, I walk out of the elevator and into the lobby where a man in a dark suit is sitting reading a book. There’s also an older gentleman at the front desk who spots me and smiles warmly before going back to what he was doing. I wait patiently for the next fifteen minutes for my Uber to arrive, although it’s already ten minutes late. I check
the app and see that my driver has been canceled. What the hell? If I wasn’t the person who did this, then who did? Was there a glitch in their system?
Frustrated and tired of the uncertainty of the past few days, I decide to walk and catch a cab along the way. I don’t make it more than ten steps out of the lobby before someone clutches my upper arm, stopping me. I look back, ready to let whoever thought they could put their hands on me have it, and see Crews staring down at me with hard eyes.
“Where the fuck did you think you were going?”
I try shrugging out of his grasp, but he’s too strong. Tears prick at my eyes. All I want is to escape, but the man who has been driving me crazy for weeks won’t let me go.
“Let go of my arm,” I grind out between clenched teeth.
Ignoring my demand, he takes my bag from me and releases my arm, then without saying a word, laces his fingers through mine and tugs me toward the door. The right answer is to demand that he give me back my things and leave, but my stupid hopeful heart can’t tell the man no.
Silently, I follow him into the building and watch as Crews nods to both men who were in the lobby with me. He pushes the button for the elevator and the doors open as if the elevator has been waiting for us. We’re both quiet during the ride up to his condo. When we enter, Crews stops as we pass the dining room and he stares at the dinner I left there.
“Did you do this?” He asks.
I shrug my shoulders. I might have wanted him to know what he missed out on. What he could have had if he would just let me in.
Crews drops my bag and spears both of his hands into my hair and pulls lightly, just enough so that I’m looking up at him. “No one has ever done anything special for me before. Thank you, Angel.”
He searches my eyes for a long moment, and I hope for the hundredth time that he’d just kiss me already. Not surprisingly, he releases me and walks away toward the bar where he pours himself two fingers of whiskey and knocks it back. He pours himself another drink and is just about to take a sip when I snort.
Why is he holding himself back? Am I such an inconvenience for him? “I didn’t come back up here, just so you would ignore me again. You should have just let me go Crews. I don’t know why you chased after me if this is what you wanted. You don’t have to protect me, I can do it myself.”
He chuckles darkly and turns to look at me. “If you ‘protecting’ yourself is what you did the other night, then I’ve got grave concerns about your abilities.”
I glare at him and cross my arms over my chest while in my mind, I’m calling him every name under the sun. How dare he talk to me this way.
His fists clench against the bar. “Is that what you think I’ve been doing?” He growls. “Is that it, Addison? Tell me that’s not why you put yourself in fucking danger tonight.”
I swallow hard at his intense look, while my pussy floods, soaking my panties. I blush and hope he won’t be able to notice the wet spot in my jeans or the smell of my wet pussy. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life, never wanted someone’s hands on me as badly as I want his.
“Tell me the truth, Addison. Don’t lie to me, not ever!” he says sharply.
I fidget with my hands as I stare at him. I’m in some sort of trance, unable to look away, unable to get out the words that need to be said. Crews walks closer, stopping only an inch away from me. He strokes a curl out of my face and tips my chin up, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “Tell me.” He rasps.
My cheeks burn in embarrassment, but I’ve had enough. Whatever is going on between us needs to be addressed, if not for his sake, then for mine. “I thought you wanted me, but then you’ve barely spoken more than a few sentences to me since I’ve been here. I never see you. Have you caught Denny?”
“Don’t say his name. Don’t say any man’s name ever again.” He growls.
My pussy clenches and my clit throbs. “Why am I here Crews? You said you wanted to keep me safe, but you’re barely around. What is the point if you’re not even going to be here?”
“There is a man at every entrance of this building at all times, keeping an eye on you. Protecting you in case he finds out where you are.” He rubs his thumb down the base of my neck, staring at the path his finger takes. My pulse is beating out of control.
“And where have you been?” I demand.
“I’ve been hunting that fucker down, unable to rest until he’s been found. I was chasing down another lead tonight when Mateo called me and said he turned away an Uber and you were sitting in the lobby of my building, waiting.”
“Your building? Like the building where you live, or the building that you own.”
He shrugs. “It was a good investment.”
I run my hands up his chest. “Who are you, Crews Santiago?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, leaning down, close to my lips, searching my eyes.
“Who do you work for?”
4
Crews
Straightening back up, I war internally with how much I should tell her. If she decides that I am not worth the trouble, she would have all the cards, but I decide the risk is worth it. It’s not like I am letting her go anyhow.
“What I am about to tell you goes to your grave, do you understand, Angel?”
“I understand, Crews.”
“Good girl. I work for Alberto Diaz," I start, but her eyes widen in recognition.
"As in the Diaz Crime Family?” she asks incredulously.
"The very same," I confirm nodding. She looks like she's about to bolt but straightens up instead. I reach my hand out and place it behind her neck, pulling her closer to me. She licks her lips, then bites down on the bottom one. I am done.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask, needing to know.
“You,” she whispers, sealing her fate.
Lowering my head, I kiss her gently. She moans, and I can’t help myself from deepening the kiss.
She really is a good girl. My good girl. My only thought is that Addison Winston, RN is mine. I wonder how soon I can make her my wife. How soon can I breed her?
I know that feasibly, I won't be able to continue as I am. I can't keep coming home shot or stabbed. Though I know my Angel could fix me right up, I need a real job. One that won't stress my woman out, but that isn't something I am going to worry about tonight.
Tonight, I am going to worship my curvy queen and tomorrow I’ll find that fucker who dared to touch her and make him pay the ultimate price.
"Crews, please. I am achy. So achy."
"I am going to take care of you, mama. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah,” I reply, lifting her into my arms.
“Put me down, Crews. I can walk.”
“Nonsense. I got you. I’ll always have you.” She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck. I carry her into the bedroom and place her on the bed. I pull her little flats off and toss them to the side. I run my fingers up the outside of her legs. Her jeans are like a second skin, taunting me with a glimpse of her curves. I reach the button on them and tug it open. Slowly, I pull the zipper down. Teasingly, I pull the jeans down her legs and toss them away as well. Again, my fingers stroke the outside of her legs. Fuck, her skin is so soft.
“Crews, please,” she says as I reach the lacy edge of her white panties. I can see how wet she is and it’s making my cock even harder than it already is. Her t-shirt has ridden up, and the creamy expanse of her belly is visible. Her chest rises and falls with the deep breaths she is trying to take. I place gentle kisses on the tops of her thighs, moving up her body. After kissing her belly, she leans up, like she is trying to hide herself from me.
“No te escondas de mi,” I demand softly. She smiles at me, takes her shirt off, and lays back down. Her pretty tits spring free.
“You are lucky I speak Spanish,” she says.
“I am a very lucky man indeed,” I say, not caring an ounce that she speaks Spanish. My eyes are feasting on all of the gl
oriousness that is her. Standing up, I quickly shed my clothes and lean down over her. Her arms go around my neck again, and I can’t help kissing her plump lips. I want to do everything all at once, but something inside me says I need to take my time. The beast in me wants to devour her, but I also want to learn every curve of her body.
I kiss down her neck and over her tits. I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. Her back arches off the bed, and she moans under me. I grin, mouth full, and move to the other one. Her skin tastes like vanilla, and I can’t get enough of it.
Pulling back, her arms fall limply at her sides. I grip her thighs harshly and pull them open. The wet spot on her panties has gotten bigger. I have to taste her. Gripping the edge of her panties, I pull them until they rip in my hands. I bring the lacy scrap to my nose and inhale her spicy vanilla scent. Fuck. I throw them across the room and look down at her completely bare pussy. I can see the evidence of her arousal smeared all over her pussy lips. Leaning forward, I run my tongue through it. The first taste of her juices hit my taste buds, and I am hooked.
“Fuck, Angel. This seals it. You are mine,” I growl, diving back into her cunt, face first.
“I know, Crews. I know.” She moans.
Damn right. I eat her pussy until she comes on my face.
“Good girl,” I say moving to line my cock up with her opening. I pause, looking down at her. I kiss her again and then pump my hips forward, slowly entering her.
“Oh, God,” she says quietly as I breach her innocence.
As if I would have before, there is no way I can now, she is mine forever. I don’t give a flying fuck if others think this is crazy, I love this girl and I don’t care who knows it. I give her a minute to adjust to my size. Waiting is the hardest thing I have ever done, and long moments later, she moves under me, letting me know she’s ready. Pulling all the way out of her tight pussy, I slam back into her. Over and over. There is no way I can last this way, her pussy feels way too good. Without another thought, I come, filling her with my seed. I feel her pussy tightening on my cock as she comes around my release.
