A Hard Man To Love (A Dark Alpha Romance) (Nice and Dirty Series Book 2)

by Lola StVil

  She makes a strangled sound as I bang into her again. There is no respite now; she’s going to take every inch of me.

  “Take it, Ava,” I say, as I ram into her again and again, holding her hips, controlling her counterthrusts.

  The thickness in my voice, the desire, surprises even me. This girl does something to me. She makes me feel something I have never felt before. I release her hips, and she keeps the pace up, thrusting herself back onto me. I move one hand onto her back, running my fingers up and down her spine. The other hand I move around to the front of her. I find her clit and push my fingers against it. I move my hand in time with our rhythm, and within seconds I feel her starting to tighten to around me. I reach out and grab her hair, pulling her into a standing position.

  She is still clenched around me, tighter and tighter, and I know I can’t hold back much longer. I pull almost all of the way out of her and stop thrusting. Her hips keep thrusting. I pull her back so her whole body is pressed against mine. Still her hips try to move.

  “Don’t move,” I say against her ear.

  “I … I have to,” she says.

  “No, you have to listen to me, Ava. Stop.”

  It’s not a request, and she does as I say. She is practically whimpering now, she is so close to the edge. I push all the way into her again, and I stand like that, stretching her, claiming her, making her feel my power.

  I’m still holding her hair in one hand, and I give it a tug, pulling her head back. She gasps. I reach around her body with my other hand and grasp her right nipple between my thumb and my forefinger. I roll my fingers over it.

  Her whole body is shaking as she tries desperately not to move. I move my hand to her other breast, and this time, I pull on her nipple, making her suck in a breath that’s almost a hiss. I move my hand lower, cupping her pussy.

  “Who does your pussy belong to?” I ask her in a growl.

  “You,” she says, between pants.

  “Damn right,” I say. “You are mine, Ava. Don’t ever forget that.”

  I pull all of the way out of her and grab her hips again, spinning her to face me. I cup her ass and lift her, plunging back into her warmth. I slam her against the wall, and she makes an oomph sound, and for a horrible second, I think I’ve hurt her, but then she looks me straight in the eye and runs that tongue over her lips.

  “Fuck me, Rex. Make me yours,” she says.

  That does it. I pump into her faster and faster until her panting breaths become a long, drawn-out moan. I still keep going, pushing her past the point of a single orgasm. I feel her pussy tightening around me, clenching and relaxing. Over and over she clenches, sending out warm spurts of liquid. I can’t hold back any longer, and I bury my face into her neck, nuzzling the skin there as I orgasm.

  It rips through me, almost painful in its intensity. It takes everything I have not to drop to my knees as the sensation courses through me, turning my veins to fire, my muscles to mush. I hold on, holding Ava’s weight as well as my own, and then I am assaulted by another rush as Ava clenches around me once more.

  My whole body goes rigid as I coast back down to normal. I can hardly breathe; she has completely emptied me of everything – my seed, oxygen, everything. Fucking hell, this girl.

  She finally goes limp as her orgasm recedes. She is panting for breath, clinging to me. I put my palm flat against the wall while I get myself back under control. Ava unwraps her legs from around me, and I set her down. She wobbles, and I think she might go down, so I pull her close and hold her in my arms.

  She leans into me, giving herself over to me completely. I kiss her neck, and she turns her face toward me. I kiss her lips, her nose, her forehead. The glassy look begins to leave her eyes, and she smiles at me.

  “Well, fuck me, that was worth waiting for,” she says.

  For all her body responded to my touch like she’d been waiting all of her life for this moment, I have to admit, I was worried she would look at me in disgust and tell me I was too much for her. I should have had a little bit more faith in her.

  “Oh, Ava, that’s only a taster of what’s to come,” I say.

  She makes a little hmm sound and kisses my shoulder. She rests her head there. I’m ready to go again. I want her so badly already, but I know she’s not ready for more. Instead, I bend down and wrap one arm around the back of her knees, scooping her up. I head for the stairs with her still in my arms. She allows herself to be carried up the stairs, but as I approach the bedroom door, she stops me.

  “Wait,” she says.

  “Do you want me to leave?” I ask.

  She laughs. “No. I just want to use the bathroom without an audience,” she says.

  “Oh. Yeah, of course,” I say, laughing with her.

  I release her, slowly at first, making sure her legs won’t buckle. They hold her up, and she points to a door. “In there,” she says. “I won’t be long.”

  I don’t go into her room immediately. Instead, I stand and watch her walk, appreciating the sway of her hips, the way her ass moves from side to side. She doesn’t lay it on quite as thick as she did the other day. Her legs are open slightly where she’s swollen and sore and is trying to avoid friction on the area.

  Oh, just you wait, Ava. Your eyes are only just being opened up. You are mine now, and we’re just getting started. If you think you’re tender there now, just you fucking wait.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  AVA

  As my eyes open, the first thing I note is that I’m alone. I roll over just to check, but Rex’s presence would be felt. Last night, he brought me to bed and we lay in each other’s arms, and there was no question he was there. I could feel his heat on my back, his cock grazing my ass when I moved.

  He’s definitely not in the bed. I get up and wince a little as I feel my pussy sting. Last night was amazing. Rex was on fire, and he took me way past what I thought was the edge. But he didn’t let me fall. He kept me safe to feel things that I never dreamed were possible. And the best part? I have a feeling he was holding back, that this was just the beginning. He told me as much himself.

  I was kind of hoping for more this morning. I think he could soon make me forget I’m sore. He could kiss me better, make me ready to take his huge cock again. I feel a rush of wetness between my legs just at the thought of it.

  I grab my robe and throw it on. The bathroom door is open and he’s not in there. I go down the stairs.

  “Rex?” I call.

  No answer. A quick wander through the rooms tells me he’s gone. His clothes and shoes are gone too. I feel lost suddenly. Were his words just talk? Did forever to him mean just last night? He didn’t have to lie to me. I wanted him like I’ve never wanted anyone before, and I would have willingly given myself to him without the promise of more. But he seemed so genuine. So real.

  Ava, get a grip. He’s probably just popped home for something and didn’t want to wake you, I tell myself. I sigh and wonder whether I should call him. It feels too soon. I don’t want him to think I’m some clingy kid. It’s only just gone nine; it’s not like he’s been AWOL for a week.

  I gather up my clothes from off the floor and go to get ready. I’m sitting drying my hair when the landline rings. I almost ignore it, but it might be my dad. If he’s tried my cell phone and got no answer, he’ll be worried.

  “Hello,” I say when I grab the phone.

  “Why the fuck aren’t you answering your cell phone?”

  It’s not my dad. It’s Casey. She doesn’t give me a chance to respond.

  “Left it at Matt’s place, huh?”

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “Oh, come on, Ava, don’t play dumb with me. He answered it when I called you. I just wanted to see if you’d admit it. When Belinda told me you left with him last night, I thought it had to mean something, but you were so adamant you didn’t want him.”

  “I didn’t. Casey, I didn’t stay the night with Matt. He told me you left me and offered me a ride home.�
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  “As if I would have left without you. Damn, Ava, I know some of the bitches around here wouldn’t think twice, but you should have known I’d never do that to you.”

  “Yeah. I should have. Anyway, I got my just desserts for doubting you. Matt groped me in his car, and when I punched him, he drove off and left me in the middle of nowhere. My purse was still in his car.”

  “What the fuck?” Casey says. “He didn’t come right out and say he fucked you last night, but he sure as hell implied it.”

  “Well, he’s a fucking liar. I wouldn’t use him for practice. Seriously. I mean, I was never into him, but the way he changed when we were alone, I was scared of him.”

  “Shit,” Casey says. “Are you all right? How did you get home? I can come over if you want me to.”

  “I’m fine. You don’t have to come over. Spend some time with Jason. I called Rex. He came and picked me up.”

  “And?”

  “And let’s just say he rocked my fucking world. Honestly, Case, he made me orgasm so many times I thought I would die.”

  “Death by orgasm. I guess if your number’s up, it’s the right way to go. I seriously can’t believe Matt lied to you about me being gone.”

  “Let it go. I’m going to.”

  “You’re not going to the police?”

  I bark out a laugh. “Why? So they can ask me how much I had to drink, raise an eyebrow at my dress, judge me for getting in the car with him? No thanks. I don’t need to end up on trial.”

  “It’s fucking bullshit the way they treat woman, I swear,” Casey says.

  “Not all the time,” I reply.

  She laughs. “Yeah, clearly you’re not exactly scarred by the experience. It sounds like Rex kissed it and made it all better again.”

  “You have no idea,” I tell her. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for days.”

  She laughs. “Way too much information, Ava.” She gets serious again. “Did you ask him? About being a murderer?”

  Casey is my best friend, and I tell her everything, but I know I can’t tell her this. It’s not my secret to tell, and I won’t betray Rex’s trust.

  “Yeah,” I say. “Because that’s a totally normal thing to ask someone. He’s not a murderer, Case. Don’t believe the rumors. Remember, they were started by someone like Matt, who is currently turning ‘I assaulted her and she punched me’ into ‘she slept over last night.’”

  “Fair point,” Casey says. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your fantasies. Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?”

  “I’m sure. Thanks, though.”

  We end the call and I finish getting ready. I’m on my way down the stairs when there’s a loud knock at the door. I smile to myself. I should have known Casey would take no notice of my protests and come over anyway.

  I pull the door open, a wide grin on my face.

  “I said …”

  The smile dies on my lips, the words sticking in my throat. It’s not Casey. It’s Matt.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I blurt out.

  He shakes his head and tuts at me. Patronizing bastard.

  “Is that any way to talk to a friend?” he says.

  He holds out my purse, which I hadn’t noticed he was holding. I snatch it away from him.

  “I came to drop this off. And I thought maybe we could talk. We both had a bit too much to drink last night, didn’t we?”

  I don’t respond. He can apologize all he wants, but I’m not going to let him off the hook that easy. Everyone at the party had a bit too much to drink last night, but the rest of them didn’t feel the need to grope me.

  He waits for a second until he realizes that I’m not going to say anything else.

  “I’m just saying, if you wanted to apologize for punching me, you don’t have to. It wasn’t a big deal. You were drunk. Let’s just consider it forgotten.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap. “You think I should apologize to you after what you did? Get the fuck off my property, Matt, and stay the fuck away from me.”

  I start to slam the door, but he puts his foot in the gap, stopping me from closing it. I feel the first cold fingers of fear grip me. He shoves the door, pushing me backward. I stumble but keep my footing.

  He comes inside and shuts the door behind him. He looks at me with narrowed eyes, a predatory gaze that makes me feel sick. The fear in me is quickly turning to panic. I frantically look around for something I can use as a weapon. There’s nothing.

  He smiles at me coldly. My blood turns to ice.

  “I was right about you, Ava. You’re nothing but a cold-hearted, stuck-up little cunt. You’re not fucking better than me. And to treat me like something you stepped in? That was a big fucking mistake.”

  He takes a step toward me, and I scream as he grabs my shoulders and throws me to the ground.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  REX

  I wake up. I know instantly where I am. In Ava’s bed. She’s snuggled against me, and my cock instantly springs to life. She mumbles in her sleep as it presses against her stomach. I debate waking her. I need to be inside her again, to claim her once more. Last night was an awakening for both of us. We became one.

  My arm is around her waist, and I move my fingers, caressing her back. She mumbles again, but she doesn’t wake up. I grin to myself. I’m not surprised. I really put her through her paces last night, and she must be exhausted. I’m still half-asleep myself, but I know one look from her would wake me up.

  I move my arm, telling myself I’ll give her another half an hour. I roll over and look at the bedside clock, shocked to see it’s just past six. It must have been after four when we finally fell asleep.

  I try to go back to sleep, but my cock is having none of it, and I slip out of bed, making sure not to wake Ava. I go to her bathroom and jerk off, thinking of her pussy clamped around me. My pussy now. The thought of plunging into her, hearing her gasp as I take her over the edge, makes short work of it. I really want to go and wake her up now, but I remind myself of the time and that she needs to recover from last night.

  I can’t just hang around here. If I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing her until she wakes up and rides me into ecstasy. I go downstairs, put my clothes back on, and then go outside. I go over to the car I’ve been working on and pull the tarpaulin off. I might as well get a head start.

  Looking at the car reminds me of Max. I feel a wash of guilt. I betrayed him last night. But did I? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know he won’t ever approve of Ava and me. He’ll say I’m too old for her for starters. He’ll say I don’t have the finances to give her the life she deserves. And then there’s my record. It’s one thing him turning a blind eye to it out of loyalty to my father to give me a job, but to give me his daughter? I don’t think so.

  But it’s not like I just used her for a good time. This is for life. One day I will marry Ava. She will be the mother of my children. And maybe then Max will see I make her happy. And maybe that will be enough for him. In the meantime, the least I can do is excel at my job and have this damn engine working by the time he gets home.

  I swore I wouldn’t let him down, and maybe I already have, but I won’t let him down when it comes to the job I said I could do. I’ll make sure I get this engine working today if it kills me, and then I’ll move on to the next one.

  I’m going to really push it for the next few hours, and then, when Ava gets up, I’ll go and get us some breakfast—and then I’ll take her back to heaven again.

  ***

  I stand in the shed, putting the tools away. It’s almost ten, and I’m going to head out and pick breakfast up, and if Ava still isn’t awake when I come back, then I’ll wake her with coffee and pancakes.

  I look down at myself. I’m covered in grease and oil, and I’m conscious of the fact these are yesterday’s clothes. For work, fine. For Ava, not so fine. She always looks stunning, immaculate. Maybe I should go home and change while
I’m out grabbing breakfast.

  I step out of the shed and lock it. I whistle to myself as I head for my car, still trying to decide whether to go home and shower and change or just hurry back to her and have her see me like this.

  All the thoughts leave my head when I hear Ava scream from the house.

  What the fuck?

  I turn and run toward the door. I burst into the house, and it takes me half a second to work out what’s happening.

  Ava is on the ground in the entryway. There’s a guy on top of her, pinning her down. She’s not screaming now—she’s whimpering.

  “Fucking whore,” the guy, who I’d bet my last cent is Matt, shouts.

  He reaches out and wraps his hand around Ava’s throat.

  Who the fuck does he think he is? How dare he come into my girl’s home and put his dirty fucking hands on her!

  I close the gap between us in two strides. Matt is so intent on what he’s doing that he doesn’t hear me approach, and he makes a surprised cry when I grab him under his armpits and launch him away from Ava. He slams onto the ground and then jumps back up. We stand facing each other, sizing each other up.

  I’m not going to kill him, as much as I want to. I don’t want to put Ava through that. I’m going to make sure he knows to stay the fuck away from her, and then I’m going to take him outside, smack him around a bit, and that will be the end of it. I’m no use to Ava in another prison cell.

  Ava scoots away, staying on the ground. She scoots until her back presses against the wall. She brings her knees up, hugging them to her chest. Tears run down her face.

  Seeing her like that, small and broken, my logic goes out the window. I see Matt through a haze of red anger, and I move toward him. I hear an angry, animalistic roar and realize it’s coming from me as I reach Matt and my fist connects with his face. He swings back, landing a decent punch on my jaw, but through my anger, I don’t even feel it.

  I punch him again and again, feeling his face turn to mush under my fists. He goes down, and I follow him, punching him again.