Fated Love (Stone Pack book 3)

by Harper Phoenix

‘What are you doing’ she squeals.

  ‘Gonna taste the goods.’

  ‘The goods?’ she queries.

  ‘Yeah, your goods.’

  ‘My…oooh,’ she giggles when I throw her on the bed.

  I part her bare legs, and my greedy eyes take her in from the tips of her toes to the honey pot at the centre. A small triangle of hair is pointing down like an arrow to what I want the most at this moment in time. I want to fucking devour her. I’ve never been much of a talker during sex or after for that matter. I’ve never really wanted to please a woman without an ulterior motive. It’s just never been that way for me. But with Willow, it’s different. I want her to feel all the pleasure I can give her. And I want to feel it too. I’ve heard men say that giving a woman pleasure is, in turn, one of the biggest forms of pleasure for a man. I’ve not experienced that. Never wanted to even think about feelings or any shit like that—never really cared if the woman orgasmed until now.

  Now, Willow is going to get her first orgasm at my hands. But I need to know a couple of things first, so I don’t cause her pain. I look into her eyes, lidded with desire. I almost cave and dive straight in. Lifting her right leg, I push it over my shoulder and begin kissing, nipping and licking my way slowly toward her pussy. I can see her arousal dripping down her lips, and I have to take a deep breath and calm myself down before I just take her right here.

  ‘Have you ever used anything when you’ve touched yourself?’ I ask between kisses. Her teeth take in her bottom lip as she shakes her head.

  ‘Fingers?’

  ‘Yes,’ she says all breathy.

  ‘If I hurt you, tell me okay?’

  ‘Mmhmm,’ she says, her eyes not leaving mine. I get closer to her core, and I can feel her legs trembling—anticipation or maybe nerves, but I smell no fear.

  ‘You okay?’

  A nod of her head is all the answer I get. I’m almost there. I close my eyes, savouring the scent of her arousal. Jesus Christ. It’s an aphrodisiac. As my tongue takes one long sweep from bottom to top, I savour the taste too. Her clit is swollen as I nip it between my teeth, making her yelp in surprise. Our eyes meet, and her pleasure radiates back at me as she watches exactly what I am doing to her. I lap at her clit and her breath hitches. A small flush heats her cheeks, and even though I’ve barely started, she’s already well on her way to coming. I haven’t even got my fingers in play yet. I explore with my tongue, pushing inside as I press down on her clit with my thumb. Her legs tighten over my shoulders, and her heels dig into my back as waves of pleasure flow through her.

  Now I get why men love doing this to their women. I’ve barely touched her, yet this is the most pleasure I’ve ever gotten from doing this. I might come in my fucking boxers like a teen having a wet dream. The colour of her skin, her half-lidded eyes, her lips as they form a perfect ‘O’. She’s fucking beautiful—like the best piece of art I’ve ever laid eyes on. I press my thumb harder, giving her clit a little more pressure. I’m desperate to taste her orgasm. I press further inside with my tongue, sweeping it around and across her walls. This taste has me dizzy and wanting more. I slide a finger inside as I lap at her clit. I feel that barrier I’m so desperate to break. When I press against it, I feel her tense slightly, so I pull my finger back.

  ‘Don’t stop,’ she pleads. I know if I break it, she will feel a slight pain. I don’t want her first time to be like that. So I only push in a little way, but I increase the pace, flicking my tongue across her clit as I push in and out. I feel her legs start to shake and her hands grip my head.

  ‘Oh… oh… my god… Howard,’ she pants, and it’s like music to my ears. I see her through her climax, bringing her down slowly. I don’t want to push my luck today. I move up to kiss her, and she takes my tongue and sharing her juices is the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt. It’s everything I wanted.

  ‘Please, Howard, I want all of you.’

  I close my eyes, pushing my forehead against hers I breathe in deeply. Knowing this is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my whole life.

  ‘Sweetheart, don’t make this any harder than it already is.’

  ‘Howard, stop being a pussy and fuck me, damn it!’ I stare at her for a second, not really believing what the fuck she just said to me. All of me wants to take her right now. But a part of me, way back in the depths of my fucked-up mind, wants to wait.

  ‘Your birthday isn’t—’

  ‘Howard, I dare you to tell me to wait once more.’ Her eyes are alight with frustration. I want what she does and yet, here I am trying to play the noble man. I am anything but noble. Anything but a fucking gentleman. I pull up to look at her. She’s still flushed with passion. Looking hot as hell.

  ‘We should—’

  ‘You know, I never took you for a chicken shit,’ she blurts. I check her face for any sign of humour. There isn’t any. ‘If I weren’t a virgin, you wouldn’t hesitate, right?’ I just stare at her because I don’t know the answer. ‘So, if my virginity is the problem, that’s easy to solve, I’ll just go and get laid by—’ I crush my lips to hers because she isn’t talking that shit to me. I can’t hear it. I won’t. And she’s being fucking stupid if she thinks I would let her do that. I am trying to show respect for her brother, but if she’s giving me a choice between me taking her virginity and some other motherfucker who I couldn’t allow to breathe after, then the choice is simple. It’s going to be me.

  I don’t voice my decision. And I don’t make the decision because I think she might go and fuck someone else. It’s realisation that I may get caught doing the police station job, and be taken away from her, which has me thinking about life and how I should grab it by the balls. Fuck it. Right now, in her bed, I am going to take her virtue. Right or wrong, it’s happening. I’m a motherfucker. And I don’t care. I cup her hip, splaying my fingers, and I squeeze her arse cheek. It’s fucking perfect. I look into her eyes and inhale.

  ‘You sure you want this?’

  ‘Yes!’ she demands. I nod and take her lips once more.

  Pulling back a little I ask. ‘You know it will hurt?’

  She rolls her eyes. ‘I’m going to take you against your will in a minute if you don’t fuck me already.’

  I burst out laughing. I shock myself. And I know she’s shocked because her eyes are round like saucers. I’m not known for my humour, and I don’t really laugh much. I have a feeling that might change if I’m around Willow much longer. Her hands slide into the waist of my boxers, her fingers delve into the skin of my arse, and she slowly moves them down over my hips, looking into my eyes the whole time. I’m naked and fully erect. I could hammer fucking nails with it. I’m that hard. Her hands snake around my front, and she grasps me firmly with one hand and cups my balls with the other. My eyes widen at her knowledge—she notices and blushes a little.

  ‘Porn hub,’ she tells me with a little smirk. I smile back and nibble on her bottom lip. The position is awkward, and all my weight is on my lower arms. I want to touch her, so I move to my left side, freeing up my right arm. She gets up though and crouches on her knees. Getting closer to my dick. I know what she’s after, and I’m good with it, but this time it’s meant to be about her not me. I pull her chin up, so her eyes meet mine, she licks her lips, and all I see is hunger shining back at me.

  ‘Come here,’ I tell her. She takes one last longing look at my dick before she shuffles up the bed to face me.

  ‘What’s wrong. I thought—’

  ‘Don’t worry,’ I tell her, straightening her forehead with my fingers. ‘This is your first time, and I want it to be perfect for you.’ She smiles, and my fucking cold heart melts a little.

  ‘It will be,’ she reassures me.

  ‘Lay back on the bed.’ She does, and I move so I am straddling her hips. Looking down between us, she looks a little worried for the first time, making me stop what I’m doing. ‘What’s wrong?’ I ask, thinking maybe she’s changed her mind.

  ‘Nothing, jus
t wondering if you’ll fit. You’re really big.’ She blushes again, making me laugh out loud for the second time.

  ‘We can stop at any point, okay? Even now, if you’ve changed your mind?’

  ‘I haven’t.’ Her eyes stay on mine, and with one hand, I lift her leg higher, so it sits above my hip. She does the same with the other leg. Looking down between us, as my dick sits tightly against her core, a growl escapes my throat. I want to get inside her so fucking badly my balls are hurting. I grind myself against her, feeling the wetness on my cock from her orgasm. I slide it up and down, using the head to tease her clit. Her gasp has me pressing harder against it. I push a finger inside and curl it, hitting her spot. Her back arches off the bed, and she moans. The sound is like no other woman’s. It’s like a bird’s song after being set free. I pull my hand away and suck my fingers into my mouth. Fucking delicious. Willow has begun grinding up against me in a rhythm. I pull back and press the head to her opening. She stiffens slightly, but then her legs fall to her sides, knees up and bent, giving me perfect access.

  ‘Take me, Howard, make me yours.’ I push in only a half inch. She holds her breath, most likely expecting pain.

  ‘Sweetheart, breathe, relax, or it will hurt, and I don’t want to hurt you.’ Willow does as I ask and she relaxes, so I push in a little more. About three inches in, and I feel that resistance. I let her adjust to my size before I move anymore. I’m about to move really slowly when her heels dig into my back, and she grabs a handful of each arse-cheek, pulling me in hard and fast. There’s no longer a barrier between me and her virginity. I look at her wide-eyed. There’s not a glimmer of pain in her eyes. Instead, she wears a grin.

  ‘Like ripping off a band-aid, huh?’ She smirks.

  ‘And I thought I was the one in control.’ I smile back. I’m seated balls deep, and she’s grinning up at me. ‘Any pain?’ She shakes her head. I move slow and gentle, but she thrusts up as I do and we get into a slow rhythm together. Anyone would think she’d done this before. She’s confident and knows what she wants, so I give it to her. Although I do set the pace. Hard and fast isn’t right for today. It needs to be tender and memorable for her. And that’s what she will get. Maybe next time I will ruin her for all men. Ensuring she never wants another. Only me. Jesus Christ, I’m already hers. I’m all in. Never in my life have I felt this way. I don’t even know how to describe it—what she does to me. A small moan leaves her lips, followed by my name. Oh, fuck yeah! I could come just from that alone. I feel her quivering walls around my dick and quicken the pace slightly, making sure she goes over first. And she does. It’s fucking exquisite. Her back is arched, her nipples hard against my chest, her fingers gripping me so hard her nails break the skin—my name on her lips as her eyes flutter closed. Perfection. I explode like it’s my first time. And I groan as I slow my pace. Not wanting to stop and just wanting to bask in this feeling of bliss. We slow to a stop, and I rest my weight on my forearms. I take in her wide-eyed look. She’s smiling, and I can’t help but smile back.

  ‘You smell that?’ she asks.

  I frown as I inhale.

  ‘Oh shit. My brother is going to kill you.’

  WE GET TO the kitchen just after lunchtime. My brother knew Howard was with me last night, but he obviously doesn’t know what has happened between us since then. Thankfully, he isn’t in the kitchen when we walk in. Jordan is though, and the look on his face will stay with me for a long, long time. He looks hurt as he gets up to leave. I don’t say anything. It’s not like we were together or even dating for that matter, and I really don’t feel like I owe him an explanation. I like him but not like that. He is good to be around, fun, and we laughed, but that’s as far as it went. My feelings are for Howard. And that’s it. The simple truth. Howard doesn’t say anything either as Jordan leaves. I expect him to. I’m shocked that he doesn’t gloat, especially after his performance with him this morning, but instead, he just pulls out the bench for me to sit and gets the orange juice from the fridge. Turning with it and two glasses, he pours each of us a drink.

  ‘How are you feeling now?’ It is about the tenth time he’s asked me since we had sex.

  ‘I am still fine, just like I was before you went Google crazy.’ He had given me a massage, which I’m not going to lie, was to die for, and then he had drawn me a bath so I could relax and soak my newly broken-in vagina.

  He is acting strangely. And the fact he didn’t even bat an eyelid at Jordan is especially weird. ‘Are you okay?’ I ask him, but what I’m really saying is ‘you’re acting really strangely.’

  ‘I’m great, why do you ask?’

  ‘Well, after your little dick-measuring competition with Jordan this morning, you didn’t say a word to him just then? I expected you to, and you’re being all… I don’t know the right words… all dithery. Is that even a word?’

  He laughs. ‘Yes, it’s a word, but not one you’re allowed to use to describe me,’ he admonishes me. ‘There’s a difference between taking care of someone and being dithery—an old woman is dithery. I am not. What I’ve done this morning is make sure you’re alright after…’ he waves his hand around to avoid saying what we did.

  ‘After you fucked me senseless until I screamed your name?’ I say, making fun of the fact that he can’t even say ‘sex’ to me. He looks at me with wide eyes before he laughs at my wiggling eyebrows. I like that sound on him. His whole face lights up when he laughs. The smile goes right to his eyes. He leans down to kiss me. It’s a chaste kiss, and he straightens up just as Brad and Jared walk in. They both split into huge grins. Brad wolf whistles and Jared pats Howard on the back.

  ‘’’Bout fucking time you wised up,’ he tells him winking at me. I roll my eyes as Brad nudges my shoulder with his and he sits beside me.

  ‘So, are you keeping his sorry ass or was it a one-time deal?’

  I giggle knowing full well he is just winding Howard up. Howard smiles too.

  ‘Fuck off, Brad.’ He turns, launching an empty orange juice bottle at him. Brad’s reflexes are on point though, and he catches it mid-air.

  ‘I’m pleased for you, brother,’ Jared tells him seriously. Howard doesn’t say anything in return, just nods his head in reply.

  ‘Are we all set for tonight?’ Howard asks, and they all slip into a very sombre mood.

  ‘As ready as we are going to get, so we’re good to go.’

  ‘Every angle is covered. I’ve gone over every possible scenario with Brody, and we have the best way in mapped out, and all entries and exits covered. We’ll get you in and hopefully out as quickly as possible.’ Howard nods.

  ‘Umm, I’m not sure what you’re all talking about here, and I know it’s not my place to question, but I feel like I need to, so can you just explain why ‘hopefully’ is even a part of that sentence? Because I’m not going to lie, I am NOT comfortable with hopefully! If he is going ‘IN’ then he needs to come ‘OUT’. Not hopefully, maybe, or possibly. He has to, it’s non-negotiable.’

  ‘Sweetheart—’

  I turn and look Howard in the eye.

  ‘Wow,’ Brad starts, ‘I thought I had it bad.’ He sniggers and Howard chucks him in the arm.

  ‘Shut the fuck up, dickhead,’ he growls. Then he turns to me. ‘Sweetheart, I’ll explain everything later, but for now, just know it’s fine, and I’ll be okay.’

  ‘Hopefully, isn’t fine or okay, it’s hopefully, as in, shit may go wrong, but we’ll keep our fingers crossed that it won’t. Don’t look at me like that, Howard.’

  ‘Willow, you need to know that we don’t leave men behind, ever, and whatever happens, we will get him out. The only thing we’re hopeful about, is it being quick.’ Jared looks me in the eye, and I see honesty there. He means it. Howard is his second in command and best friend. I sigh and nod in answer. But I chew the inside of my cheek and worry my fingers in my lap until we’re alone again. I want to know what the hell is going on. And when this is happening. As soon as they turn the corner out of
sight, I ask. ‘What is it you’re doing? And why is it you that’s going in?’

  He looks me straight in the eyes when he speaks. ‘Sweetheart, I don’t want to keep anything from you, and I swear I’ll tell you everything, but right now I just want to spend today with you and enjoy it, okay?’

  I’m not happy about it, but I agree. I’ve been his all of five minutes—I can’t start throwing my weight around already. So I nod and pout just a little bit.

  ‘Promise you will tell me before you leave tonight?’

  ‘Okay, deal. You wanna go out for a run?’

  ‘Oh my god, I’d love to—’

  ‘YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!’ I hear as the back door swings shut. Howard groans as Brody’s fist connects with his face, but he doesn’t go down.

  ‘BRODY!’ I holler at him, but he’s already across the table and swinging to hit Howard again. Howard dodges and Brody’s fist misses by a hair’s breadth.

  ‘I’ll allow you that one—’ Howard starts calmly. Brody is not in the right frame of mind to listen though, and he tackles Howard from the bench. They hit the floor with a thump. Brody sits on Howard’s chest and hits him twice more in the face.

  ‘Fuck you, you bastard… my baby sister.’ I try and pull him off—try to make him listen, but it’s like he’s somewhere else. He shakes me off his arm and lands another blow to Howard’s jaw. He keeps raining punches down. I’m screaming for him to stop, but it seems to take an eternity before he is being hauled off by Brad. Jared stands, looking furiously at Brody, but he still doesn’t give a shit. He goes after Howard again, but Brad has him in a stronghold. Howard gets up and wipes his lip. I go straight to him, checking he’s okay. He doesn’t seem too put out by the whole thing. He can certainly handle himself, and I’ve seen him handle Brody before, so, I’m not quite sure why he didn’t retaliate, but I’m glad he didn’t. My brother might be acting like a complete ass right now, but I love him all the same. I don’t want them fighting.

  ‘You can have that, but come at me again, and I will put you down.’