Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2)

by Stevie J. Cole

  “Damn it,” he murmured as he fumbled with the top button that didn’t want to pull free from the fabric. He pushed the dress from my shoulders and ran his hands along the curves of my body.

  “You know you’ve just gotten yourself in trouble, aye?” he said, one eyebrow arched in a sinister look.

  “Is that so?” I asked as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his arms.

  Loosening the black belt he had on, I quickly moved my hands to the fastenings of his jeans and unzipped them. I forcefully pushed both his jeans and boxers down at the same time, baring him fully to me.

  Each brush of his hand, each caress from his lips commanded my body to submit to him. I became possessed by my want for him.

  I persuasively pushed him back against the table and knelt down, pulling his dick to my mouth. I barely touched my lips to the tip of the head while I stroked it with my hand. The plumpness of his head sent ripples of heat down my midsection.

  Gavin tensed up. His hands gripped my shoulders and squeezed. One hand fell to the table and held on to its edge. I delicately licked around the outline and glanced up to meet his stare. I wanted to watch his reactions as I sucked on him. His mouth hung loosely open and his eyes glazed over as I pulled my tongue underneath and made one long, hard stroke with it. Gavin let out a desperate breath when I pushed him inside of my mouth.

  “Your fucking mouth,” he groaned, unable to finish his sentence.

  Dropping his head back, he let out a sated sigh. I continued to wrap my tongue around him, methodically making my way down on him, twisting the base of his dick while I moved my mouth up and down.

  A long, primitive growl slipped from his lips and he reached down, grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of my head and pulling my face up to his while he grinded his body against mine.

  “My turn,” he whispered. The heat of his breath falling over my neck as he tugged harder on my hair.

  His fingers scratched lightly across my skin as he unhooked my pink lace bra and laid it to the side. The cool air coursed across my bare flesh. Squeezing my breasts, his hands skated down my stomach, moving faster as they neared my thighs. His mouth sucked down my neck, and his fingers traced along my sides until he reached my panties. He worked his thumb underneath one side of them, feeling the slickness his touch created before yanking them down.

  The thrill of being completely naked in front of him in that room sent a bolt of electricity through my body.

  Gliding his hands between my legs, he traced my cleft with his fingers. A sadistic smirk covered his face. “You make me behave so badly. What am I supposed to do with this? So greedy – so inviting,” he groaned before slowly slipping his fingers inside of me.

  He forced me down onto the wooden table top. The shock of the cool surface sent chills splintering up my back. Gavin pushed me further down onto the table and spread my legs apart, his fingers sliding over me, teasing me, making me want him. The ends of his hair brushed against my face as he covered my body with his and all I could think about was how I needed him inside me.

  Looking at me intently, he panted between kisses, “I want to taste you.”

  With those words my legs fell weightlessly to the sides, granting him the access he requested.

  Gavin worked his mouth down my body and I watched as his tongue flicked around the edges of my opening. His eyes burned into me, never leaving mine as his tongue glided inside me. One of his hands slowly wove its way up my stomach and he ran a finger across my naval, tugging on my piercing. I sighed as his hot tongue darted in and out, caressing every part of me. Every so often he’d pause and blow long, blistering breaths on me, causing my back to arch. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he sucked hard on my clit, his fingers flexing and bending inside of me.

  Standing up, he grabbed onto my ankles, pulling hard on my legs and bringing me back down to the edge of the table. “I’m not even close to done with you!”

  My skin caught friction, screeching against the cold wood when he drug me toward him. A devious smile etched across his face and he slowly slid his fingers into his mouth. He moaned satedly as he licked the taste of me from them.

  I craved him in a way I could never justify with mere words. Feelings that intense – in a million years I would never be able to find the proper words to describe them, not even in the slightest.

  He pressed himself to my entrance and pushed inside me with one deep and hard thrust. My skin flushed as a rush of ecstasy released throughout my extremities. He fucked me so hard, I was scooted back to the middle of the table. Gavin placed one knee up onto the table, and then the next as he positioned himself on top of me. Moving deliberately, he made small circles with his hips as he coerced pleasure from me.

  I opened my eyes and watched his shadow above me, the only way I could describe how he looked was that he embodied sex itself as he fucked me.

  He angled his head back; the glow from the hallway catching the outline of his jaw. There was just enough light that I could see him bite his bottom lip as he exhaled a long, satisfied breath; it was almost like he was holding back.

  He powerfully held my thighs apart while he slammed himself into me. By this time he’d pushed me from one end of the table to the other. I leaned my head back over the edge and let my hair fall to the floor. I was nearing the point of release.

  Sitting up, I grabbed onto his broad shoulders and pushed him back onto the table. I frantically straddled him and placed my hands on his stomach to steady myself. My feet steadied underneath me, my high heels clicking against the wooden tabletop. Gavin wrapped his hands around my calves as I crouched on top of him.

  I moved steadily, my breasts bouncing as I bore down on him as hard as I could stand. I circled my hips with each movement and fought to keep my heels from sliding out from underneath me. My thighs started to burn as I continued to move on top of him with ruthless and uncontrolled movements. The way he grasped so needily at my body made me feel like he’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted me.

  Often “damn” would fly from his lips and his grasp on my calves would stiffen.

  I wanted to fuck him the way he fucked me, relentlessly, savagely – like nothing else could satisfy this impure hunger.

  Both of Gavin’s hands groped at my breasts, his fingers digging deeper into my flesh.

  “Fuck,” he yelled, his fingers flinching into my skin, threatening to break its surface.

  My body grew warm and limp. Tossing my head back, I let out a long, pleased moan. I was no longer able to support myself as my body was defeated by the punishing wave of pleasure that slammed its way over me. My legs gave way beneath me and my knees hit the table hard. At the same time, Gavin groaned and pushed on my hips to slow me down. I could feel myself tightening around him and he let out another moan.

  “Shit,” he groaned through a clenched jaw. He exhaled and closed his eyes and his head hit the table. His grip loosened and his jaw tightened. Gavin’s arms fell to his sides as his muscles relaxed from the endorphins now coursing through his veins.

  I covered him with my body; the contact from his damp skin satisfied that last piece of need I had as he lazily traced his fingers along my spine. My nerve endings were still sensitive and the sensuality of his touch made my back arch again. We lay on the cold conference table for a moment, the only sound, our rapid, uneven breathes.

  Gavin sat up, laughing slowly as he rubbed his fingers along his hairline. He looked down at me. “I don’t know how I’m going to handle the staff meeting on Monday. Every time I look at this table I’m going to think about how damn good you feel.”

  He smiled as he rose and reached for my hand, pulling me up. I sat on the edge of the table with my feet dangling and I drank in the sight of him standing completely naked at the end of the table.

  I was thoroughly pleased with myself.

  Pulling my dress up, I buttoned it. Gavin spun me around and fastened the top two buttons, gently pushing my hair to
the side as I turned back around. He placed his hands on my waist and gave me a sweet, sensual kiss. “I’ve never enjoyed sex so much as I do with you,” he said.

  I rested my head on his chest briefly, “Me either. It’s unbelievable.”

  “Well, I guess we better go meet your friends then, aye?” Gavin asked as he pulled his jeans on, shaking his shirt out before pushing his arms through the sleeves.

  Smoothing my hair out, I replied, “Yep. It’ll be interesting to see how Ashley acts.”

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Brooke

  My nerves were on edge and I felt lightheaded from the pending introductions.

  Gavin opened the door to the bar and I ducked under his arm to walk through. I was afraid to find out what Gavin would think of my friends. He seemed so poised and sophisticated, and my friends were — anything but. I’d envisioned Constance complimenting him on his “mad skills” in the bedroom; feared Ashley would get so drunk she’d use a horrible, slurred English accent to imitate some of the dirty things I’d told her he’d said; and Colton and Adam – well, I was just praying that I had on more makeup than them.

  Scanning through the dimly lit room, I spotted Constance and Adam at the bar. I took a deep breath and grabbed Gavin’s hand, leading him toward the bar. Constance looked over and a humongous smile formed on her face.

  “Well, nice of you to show up, Brooke,” Constance said and stretched her right arm out, placing it around my neck. “So, you must be Gavin?” she said, her eyes skimming over him and then blatantly focusing on his crotch. Her smile stretched even further across her face.

  I pulled my lower lip in and tried to control the urge I had to whack her in the back of the head.

  Gavin pulled his hand out of his pocket and extended it to Constance. “Yes, Constance, right?”

  Constance cut her eyes over at me and smirked. “Uh-huh. So nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

  My eyes widened and I tried to subconsciously tell her to shut the hell up. I didn’t want Gavin to know I’d been having shower fantasies about him since my first week at work.

  Gavin’s gaze darted over to me as he smiled. “Oh, is that so?” He put his hand back in his pocket and jingled his keys. “Only nice things, I hope?”

  Constance took a swig of her beer and set it back down on the countertop. “Oh, yes, very nice things!”

  Stepping between the two of them, I pointed at Adam. “This is Adam. Adam, this is Gavin.”

  Adam shook Gavin’s hand and said, “Nice to meet you, man.”

  “Brooke mentioned that you play in a band, what do you play?” Gavin asked.

  “Oh, I play the guitar.”

  With that Adam and Gavin started talking, which was a relief for me. Not only did it get him away from Constance and her blubbering mouth, but it proved that Gavin wasn’t awkward in a social setting with people he didn’t know, taking the edge off of my nerves.

  I leaned against the back of Constance’s chair. She flipped the bottom of my hair and moved over to me.

  “He’s fucking hot. Holy shit, Brooke, it almost hurts to look at him! I’m not gonna lie — I got a little moist when he shook my hand and opened his mouth. That accent tipped my bucket right over.” She drew in a short breath to try and calm herself down. “I mean, you seriously have had sex with him?” Peeking over at him, her eyes widened as she turned back around. “Oh, my God, I think if I just saw him naked I could get off,” she paused. Her eyes blazed in an eccentric plea as she asked, “Can I smell him?”

  I shook my head. “What?” I knew she was nuts, but this was a little odd, even for her.

  “I just want to take a quick little whiff. I bet he smells like hot sex and money!”

  I continued shaking my head at her as I said, “You’re crazy. No, you can’t smell him!”

  “Oh, come on, Brooke, don’t be so selfish.”

  “Uh-uh. Nope. Don’t even try it! I don’t need him thinking you’re psychotic. If I thought you could do it without being so obviously creepy I would say yes, but I know you and you’ll go over there and take a long sniff, roll your eyes back in your head, and say something like, ‘oh, yeah, that’s fucking awesome.’ ”

  Gavin made his way back over to me and I glared at Constance. “No sniffing,” I said sternly. She hung her head in disappointment and then tipped her bottle back in an effort to savor the remaining drops of her beer.

  Gavin placed his hand on my shoulder. “What’d you want to drink?”

  “A mojito.”

  Gavin walked to an open spot at the bar to order our drinks. I turned back to Constance and saw Ashley and Colton come in.

  “Oh God,” Constance snarled. She sounded disgusted as she glanced over at the two of them. “I swear to God, they better just keep their hands off of each other. They’re so gross. No consideration for the public.” She made a gagging sound in her throat before continuing, “They’ll just shove their tongues down each other’s throats anywhere. We can’t even go out to dinner without her grabbing his crotch at the table.”

  “Whoa, grossing you out a little there?” I tried not to laugh at her.

  “Uh, yeah, it’s a little ridiculous.”

  Ashley spotted us and headed our way. She was dressed provocatively in a tight white dress and gold heels. Colton was holding her hand as they snaked their way through the crowd. He had on a black t-shirt and jeans and of course his eyeliner, and his hair was spiked with gel that made it look like it was made of plastic.

  Here we go.

  “Hey, Brooke,” Ashley dropped Colton’s hand and pranced over to me. Her eyes shot over at Gavin standing by the end of the bar and lit up with anticipation, and, trying to match her face with each emotion, she asked, “So, what’s the deal? Should I act like I’m shocked, stunned, amazed, or like I completely expected to see him here?”

  “He knows you know,” I said. She looked slightly disappointed and then I saw a gleam in her heavily eye-shadowed eyes. “No,” I insisted. “Don’t be trying to make crude comments, and I swear if you make blow job motions behind his back I will take my damn shoe off and hit you in your head.”

  “Fine. Just take all the fun out of it.” Pouting, she went to the bar and took a seat next to Colton.

  Gavin came up with our drinks. He handed mine to me and then tilted his beer bottle up.

  “Beer?” I asked. “Now, that doesn’t scream British — excuse me — English, doctor,” I smiled at him.

  He glanced over and spotted Ashley. “Well, this should be interesting,” he groaned before taking another quick swig of his beer.

  Ashley smiled, waving shyly as her and Colton headed toward us. “Hey, Dr. Hunter.”

  “Ashley, you can call me Gavin. Please don’t call me Dr. Hunter, especially when we’re in a bar,” Gavin said.

  Her cheeks blushed and she nervously chewed on her lip. “Sorry…habit… Oh, this is my boyfriend Colton.”

  Gavin put his hand out to shake Colton’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

  “Nice to meet you too,” Colton said, shaking Gavin’s hand.

  Silence fell over our group. Everyone was staring at us, not exactly sure how to act. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Gavin placed his beer on the bar top and said, “Okay, well, shall we go ahead and get this out of the way?” Yanking me to him, he gave me a long and passionate kiss. As he pulled away he smiled, his hand rubbing across the top of my arm as he turned to the group and said, “Now, since that’s out of the way, you can all stop acting so peculiar.”

  “Well, that was pretty damn hot. I could totally get into voyeurism,” Constance said with her bottle pressed up against her lips.

  Ashley stood motionless, an expressionless stare on her face. When she noticed me eyeing her, her lips strained up into halfhearted smile.

  We all sat around the bar talking. Gavin, Colton, and Adam seemed to get along pretty well. Gavin was so easy going that I couldn�
��t imagine him not getting along with anyone.

  Me, Constance, and Ashley excused ourselves and went to the restroom. I was standing at the sink freshening up my makeup while Ashley and Constance continued to express their jealousy of me scoring such an attractive man. My phone beeped and I pulled it from my purse.

  “If that’s him sending you some gushy text I’m going to strangle myself,” Ashley called out from a stall.

  I pulled my phone out and glanced at the screen. “Shit,” I screamed when I opened the text message.

  Constance and Ashley flushed the toilets and came out. Constance was still trying to button her jeans as she staggered out to the sinks. I stood there and stared at the message. There were three attachments and all of them were pictures of me and Gavin; one of us kissing.

  “Shit, shit, shit!” I ran my hands through the top of my hair.

  “What?” Constance asked. “It’s Dan, isn’t it?” Her eyes grew larger and she threw her arms in the air. “What the hell is his fucking problem?”

  I was on the verge of crying because I knew that these were damning pictures. “He sent pictures of me and Gavin kissing,” I blurted out.

  “What?” They shouted in unison as they crowded around me, glaring down at the pictures on my screen.

  “Holy fuck!” Constance yelled. “That’s from tonight. Is that psycho here again? What the hell? He’s seriously stalking you, Brooke.”

  Ashley covered her opened mouth with her hand. “Oh, my God. He truly is psychotic.” She shook her head. “Why would he do this?”

  I was in shock, racking my brain trying to figure out what to do.

  “Uh-uh.” Constance paced the small area in front of the sinks and hand dryers. The sound of her heels bounced off the tiled walls. “Not gonna happen. He’s trying to blackmail you.” She stopped suddenly, biting the thumb of her left hand as she fumbled through her purse with her right.