I’d been careless.
The door clicked open, and I stiffened. I pushed myself up, so I leaned on my elbows. Tanya stood in the doorway, wearing only the large shirt. It was so big it hung down to the middle of her thighs. The t-shirt hugged her curves, showing me a lot more than that diner dress had. She clutched the doorknob in one hand, another hand flat on the doorjamb.
“Saxon?” she said softly. “I know this is very inappropriate…is it okay if I sleep in here with you?”
I nodded without saying anything, and she stepped into the room.
CHAPTER 11
The slacks were too big for me. They kept falling off, and I twisted out of them when I turned on the couch. The shirt was big too, but it hung down far enough that I could go without the pants. I’d taken off everything, including my underwear. I wore only the shirt, and I felt naked and vulnerable.
When Saxon had stopped in front of me in the alley, he’d scared me to death. He looked really menacing as a rule, but his face had been paler than usual, and his eyes had held threats. I’d only realized those threats were aimed at Kenneth behind me when he glared over my shoulder and ordered me to get on.
I had had to think about it, too. Going with a stranger, a stranger as dangerous as Saxon, was looking for trouble. But I’d already been in trouble. Kenneth had been after me, and I’d doubted that he’d just wanted to talk. The way he’d set after me had made me feel like I was really in trouble.
A lot more than I’d felt when I’d been with Saxon in Kenneth’s office.
I’d thought that the video had set him off and he’d thought I was loose. But when he’d gone after me after I’d made it clear I wasn’t interested, I’d started to wonder if it wasn’t more than just a misconception. Kenneth had always creeped me out, but it had gotten a lot worse.
There were cars driving up and down the street beneath the window. At one point, I heard footsteps—as if someone was running. And then there had been gunshots. Not close, but I’d still heard them.
I was scared. The fear from earlier had subsided, but it didn't go completely, as I was lying on the couch in a strange apartment. The darkness felt complete. I could make out the shapes of the furniture but only the outlines.
Saxon was in the next room. Just behind that closed door. I could almost feel his presence in the apartment. I doubted he was still awake. This was his home, and he had nothing to fear, not the way I did. He was a badass biker. He would laugh at fear like this.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. The ceiling made a cracking sound, and my eyes shot open. I pulled the blanket to my chin and focused on breathing steadily. When it made that sound again, I got up.
I tiptoed to the window and peeked out. The street was ominous and empty. Long shadows danced, as the breeze rustled some leaves, and shadows moved as if they were alive. I stepped away from the window and turned, looking back into the room. Everything looked different now than it had before, and there was a big round shape at the door that I couldn’t remember being there before.
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, trying to calm myself. I was an adult, a grown woman who didn’t believe in the bogeyman. I wasn’t going to let a bad week and a strange apartment scare me.
The wind picked up and branches scraped against one of the windows. I stiffened, and fear pounded into me, and like I child I ran over to Saxon’s bedroom door and turned the knob. The door clicked open. If he was in there, sleeping, like he probably was, I was going to go back to the couch. I was being stupid anyway.
When I peeked in through the open door Saxon came up onto his elbows and looked at me. He wore boxers, his chest bare, and I could dimly make out the lines of his tattoos over his arms and chest. I suddenly wanted to be in there with him. I wanted him to protect me. It was ridiculous, but it was the truth.
“Is it okay if I sleep in here with you?” I asked. He nodded, and I pushed the door open further, walking into the room.
Saxon’s eyes slid over my body, and I was aware of how little I was wearing.
“The pants were too big,” I said.
“It’s fine,” he said and scooted over to one side of the bed, so there was space for me. I wasn’t supposed to be sharing the bed with him, but I wasn’t going to say no to myself. Not now.
I crawled onto the bed and lay down on the pillow, my face turned toward Saxon. He lay on his back, head turned to me. The streetlight fell through a thin crack in the curtain, making a yellow line across the bed that bound Saxon and I together like connect-the-dots.
“Thank you,” I said softly. Saxon rolled onto his side, so he was facing me, and it put him a lot closer to me than he was previously. I let my eyes slide over his chest, looking at the markings. He had some kind of tribal design over his two shoulders that curled onto well-defined pecks. Tattoos came up from underneath his boxers, making me wonder where the rest of it went. I let my eyes linger on the package between his legs just a moment before I looked back up at his eyes.
He’d been watching me look at him, and he seemed completely relaxed about it. This was a man that was completely assured about who he was and what he looked like. I tugged at the hem of the shirt, covering my ass now that my knees were pulled up. Saxon’s eyes were almost glowing in the dim light of the room, and they were on me, sliding over my body.
And I wanted him to look. Not because I was craving sex so badly, or I just had to jump his bones, but because the way he looked at me made me feel beautiful. He looked at me as if I was the only woman, and I knew for a fact that wasn’t true. A man like Saxon, so sure of his sexuality and his appearance, would never just settle for one woman.
And that just made me want him so much more. It made me not just want his body, but him as a person. Even though a part of me knew that it was a bad idea.
“Thank you for getting me away from Kenneth,” I said, because the atmosphere was getting thicker between us, and I felt like I had to break the silence somehow before it got too heavy to breathe.
“It was my pleasure,” Saxon said. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned back so that he was staring at the ceiling. He was an arm’s length away from me. If I stretched out my arm, I could touch him with my fingertips. And somehow he felt miles away. I was aware of the span of the bed between us, the white sheet, the mattress where it dipped under his body weight. I didn’t want to come across wrong; I didn’t want to seem inappropriate. However, I wanted to be closer to him, so I shifted so that my body was almost touching his. I still lay on my side, facing him, but I was so close now that I could feel the warmth coming off his skin.
He turned his head and looked at me. He reached over with his far arm and brushed his fingers through my hair, and I closed my eyes. A moment later, his lips came down on mine. My eyes shot open for just a moment, and when it confirmed that Saxon was actually kissing me, I closed them again.
I’d expected a kiss in the office the first time. I’d half-expected a kiss when we’d been smoking weed together. Every interlude with him had been laced with expectancies, but it had never come. I figured he wasn’t the type to kiss. However, he was kissing me now. His lips pressed against mine with purpose. He kissed me twice, lips sliding over mine, and then he traced his tongue across my lips. I opened my mouth, and he slid his tongue inside, entering my mouth.
I met his tongue with mine, and he danced in lazy circles around it. He turned on his side without breaking the kiss and his hand that had been stroking my hair grabbed a handful. It didn’t hurt but was commanding. A thrill rippled through my body, and heat pooled between my legs.
I remembered how Saxon was, demanding and sure, knowing exactly what he wanted and how to take it. I remembered what a turn on it was; I felt what a turn on it was now. I gasped into his mouth when he did and arched my back, pressing my breasts out toward him. He took the invitation and shifted so that my breasts pressed against his chest. My skin burned where it touched his—through the material of his shirt I
was wearing.
Saxon let go of my hair and moved his hand away, down the curve of my spine, and finally onto my hip. He held my body tight and pushed his hips against mine, scissoring his legs between mine so that his body was pressed against me. I felt him, rock hard through his boxers, grinding against my pubic bone. The heat that came with it washed through my body, and a hunger woke up inside of me. He slipped his hand under the shirt, pulling it up so that my lower body was exposed, and placed it back on the bare skin of my hip.
I put my hand at the back of his neck, fingers in his hair, and kissed him like I meant it. The kissing went from unsure to urgent. The heat seemed to spread from my body to his, and he kept up with the rocking motion, pressing himself up against my now bare skin.
His boxers were wet where he leaked through them, oozing lust and painting my body with it as he moved.
His hand moved up under the shirt, his hips calming down so that he was just pressing against me, and he found the curve of my breast. He slid his fingers over the skin of my breast until he reached the nipple. He took it between two fingers and tweaked it so that my body jerked and shuddered. At the same time, he bit my lip, just hard enough to make me squeal softly. This was a man who knew how to please. He knew how to take what I had to offer and make it work for him. He was rough, I knew it. I could feel it in the way he was on the verge with me. I knew it in the way his eyes had turned stormy when he looked at me, and his body screamed sex.
And still I didn’t feel threatened by him. I felt safe. I wanted him to do with me what he wanted because I knew that he would never really hurt me.
He’d proven that in the diner when we’d smoked together and he hadn’t tried anything. He’d been the one to save me from Kenneth when Kenneth was sure it had to be the other way round.
My body warmed in a different way than sex, something that was emotional.
I looked into Saxon’s eyes, and the way he looked at me made me wonder if he felt something, too.
While he looked me in the eye, he slid his hand over my breast, squeezing it and massaging me with his palm. He pressed his hips harder against me again and shifted closer so that he was kissing me again.
He rolled me onto my back and straddled me, sitting just above my hips. He tugged the shirt all the way up, and I lifted my arms so he could pull it off. He threw it on the floor next to the bed and looked at me.
I was completely naked in front of him, his eyes lingering on my most private parts, and I didn’t mind. I wanted him to look at me, to drink me in the way he was doing.
He pushed up and off me and got rid of his boxers. He was naked now, too, hard and standing up. He was bigger than I remembered. Although I had never really seen him the way I did now, I knew very well what he felt like.
He got on top of me again, rubbing his hands up my arms until his hands were around my wrists. He held them down against the pillow on both sides of my head and moved, parting my legs with his. I couldn’t move my arms. I was at his mercy, held down on the bed with him leaning over me, and I wanted it.
I felt myself getting wetter; I felt the cold breeze in the room brush between my open legs; I anticipated him.
He pressed against my entrance, not a question but a warning of what was to come. I gasped at the contact, electricity surging through my body. I craved him and wanted every inch of him inside of me, his chest with all the markings against my breasts.
He knew what I wanted. He pressed into me, opening my body so that he could slide in. My body took a moment to yield and stretch to accommodate him, and then he slid in, to the hilt. A shudder traveled through me. He was pinning me, with his hands on my wrists, his cock buried deep inside of me. And God, I wanted him.
“Saxon,” I said, and my voice was breathy. As if his name was a code word, he started moving inside of me. He moved out, the friction driving me wild, and then he pushed back in, harder than before. It was delicious. The heat inside me caught fire, a small flame kindled from the movement, and I moaned.
Saxon moved in and out harder and faster, pounding into me. He held my wrists all the while, and his face was close to mine. He dipped his head and buried it in my neck. He took skin into his mouth and sucked and nibbled on it. I moaned and gasped.
Saxon let go of my wrists and slid his one hand down my arm, leaning on the other to hold himself up as he thrust into me. His hand landed on my breast, and he squeezed and tugged at my nipple. He pulled hard enough that I took notice, but he didn’t hurt me.
The flame inside of me built into something bigger, and with his strokes in and out of me, Saxon coaxed it into a roaring flame. At some point, he slowed down, still inside of me but not thrusting so hard anymore, and he took my nipple into his mouth. The sensation of his mouth on a sensitive part of my body and the length and thickness of him between my legs made my body go numb. I cried out.
Suddenly, Saxon let go of me and pulled out. I felt his absence and the orgasm that he was building came to a screeching halt, leaving me feeling frustrated. He pushed up and off of me and took me by the hand. He pulled me up and then turned me, pushing me back until my back hit the closet door.
It was so close to the sex dream I’d had of him. He pushed me up against the door, pinning me with his hands against the door. He stood in front of me, hard and glistening, breathing hard and erratic. I couldn’t go anywhere. He towered over me, a pillar of sex and lust.
He leaned his body against mine, kissing me hard so that his lips mashed against mine. My breasts pushed against his bare chest.
He slid both hands down to my thighs and then picked me up so that my legs were around his waist and my back pressed against the door. I gasped when the cold wood touched all of my back. Saxon’s shoulders were bulging with muscles, with the strain of holding me up. He lowered me just enough so that I felt his cock press up against me, and he followed the wetness until he slipped inside of me. He lowered me until he was buried so deep I cried out. I had my arms around his neck to help hold myself up. He bounced me on his cock, using the door to hold me up, and he pumped into me again.
This time, the orgasm returned, stronger than before, and he had me teetering on the edge of bliss no time. I moaned in time with his thrusts, and then the orgasm came and shattered through me. It was like a cup of warm water, filling up and then spilling over. White light exploded inside of me and washed to my extremities. I curled around Saxon’s body, digging my nails into his back, legs clamped around his hips. I could feel my body clamp down around his cock, and then it started flowing slowly out of me until I was limp in his arms.
Saxon’s mouth was by my ear, and he was breathing as hard as I was. I hung onto his shoulders, my body spent. He held me like he was cradling me, and I felt safe and secure and satisfied.
CHAPTER 12
She was limp in my arms, her pussy clamped around me and all I knew was that I wanted more. I wanted all of her, and in the way that made me feel like I was the boss. She’d been okay with me taking control, with holding her down. If anything, that had made her lust stronger. I’d seen it in her eyes, her dilated pupils and the way her mouth had opened slightly as if I could just shove myself between those lips.
But I’d behaved because I hadn’t wanted to scare her off.
But now my cock was twitching and I was edgy, wanting my release. She hung onto my shoulders as if she was going to slip to the ground if I didn’t hold onto her. But I wasn’t done yet. I was still rock hard and solid, and I wanted my way. And I was going to get it because for some reason this woman wasn’t scared of me.
It was the ultimate satisfaction, knowing that no matter how bad I was, this woman still wanted me. In fact, it seemed to make her want me more.
“Can you stand?” I asked. She nodded against my shoulder, and I let her slide down my body. My cock slipped out of her, and I felt her breasts against my chest, nipples hard. My cock came to rest against her stomach. I held her hips, making sure she was okay. She gave me a smile that was a mixture betwee
n sexual pleasure and something warm and sweet and innocent. And it made me throb and ache for her.
“I’m going to turn you around,” I said. Not a question, a warning. She didn’t have time to respond. I spun her around and held her hips with my hand so that her knees didn’t buckle and her ass pointed at me. She planted her hands on the bed so that she wouldn’t fall on her face. She looked back at me, but she held still, as if she knew what I wanted. I positioned myself behind her and pushed into her.
She cried out and her knees threatened to buckle, but I had a grip on her. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was so fucking tight now; it was going to take concentration not come straightaway. But I wanted to do her like this. I’d been thinking about her ass, about seeing her naked and taking her in all sorts of different ways. This was one of my favorites.
I started pumping into her. Her ass moved against my thighs, her cheeks slapping together in the same rhythm as my balls hit her pussy, and she moaned and cried out every time I slammed into her. I kept one hand on her hip to help her keep her balance and traced her spine with the other. She was so damn wet; she was an orgasm on wheels. But I was going to hold out. I wasn’t done yet. I wanted all of her, every inch, and I was going to ride her out until I got it.
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