Snake Charmer (Rawkfist MC Book 2)

by Bijou Hunter

  Poppy looks at me and then smiles at the cat. “Good thing her vibrator is waterproof, huh?”

  My sister’s words irritate the crap out of me. Mostly because she’s right.

  21 Snake Charmers

  Journey

  Donovan leaves me puzzled. I’m normally pretty solid on reading people. Though no mind reader, I can usually figure out a person’s mood. With Donovan - a man I think of twenty-four hours a day like an obsessed stalker -remains a mystery.

  Right now, as he watches me in the car, I can’t tell if he plans to kiss or kill me. I mean, the answer is logically one over the other. Still, his gaze lingers on my face, and I remain unsure of what he wants.

  “Ready to go inside?” he asks when I stare back at him.

  “I don’t want to go to the movies.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t like watching movies at the theater.”

  Donovan’s body tenses next to me and he asks, “Did you forget that fact when you agreed to go to the movies?”

  “No. I wanted to spend time with you and was trying to be easygoing.”

  “What changed?”

  “I’m not easygoing.”

  “But you still want to spend time with me?”

  “Yes.”

  “So what do you want to do?” he asks, relaxing again.

  “We could sit in the car and stare at people passing by.”

  Donovan gives me a little grin and nods. “Or we could drive to my place. You could meet Kitty. We could sit out on the back porch. Drink a beer. Make out on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers. Watch a movie on TV like God intended.”

  “I’d like to meet your dog. If Kitty and I don’t get along, I’d like to dump you before I get too attached.”

  “Makes sense. A dog’s stamp of approval is all we’re lacking,” he teases, fighting a smile.

  “I haven’t met your family.”

  “Aren’t you lucky?”

  The drive from the theater to his place takes around ten minutes. I watch him during the entire ride. He knows I’m looking at him. We’re playing a weird game of emotional chicken. Who will crumble first? I want the answer to be him, but I sense I’m the one heading for a loss.

  There’s nothing particularly revealing about Donovan’s brick ranch on a quiet suburban street in an old community full of other small homes. I look for something about his personality shining through in the yard or façade. The house is achingly generic with a perfectly mowed yard. Besides a big oak in the front yard, there’s no landscaping.

  Inside the house, I find the same bland décor. He has nonspecific nature art on the wall that no doubt came from Wal-Mart. The couch is standard size. The chair looks like it was part of the same set as the couch and side tables. The house is clean and well-kept like the yard, but anyone could live here. I even wonder if this is his house at all.

  Only when Donovan opens the back door and calls for his dog does he let down his guard. I glance around his shoulder to see a basset hound poke his head out of a massive dog house. The dog named Kitty takes his sweet time standing up and shaking off his sleepiness. Once he’s fully awake, his tail wags and he trots over to us.

  “Journey, this is Kitty.”

  Unlike Hal who needs to growl at anyone intruding on his territory, Kitty immediately bumps into my leg and waits for love. I lean down to give him a good rubbing.

  “How does he not trip on these long ears?” I ask, now squatting so I can play with him easier.

  “I don’t know. It was even more of a mystery when he was a puppy. Tiny head and body, long damn ears.”

  Kitty follows us into the kitchen where Donovan shows me the fridge.

  “I don’t have much to drink. Beer, coffee, water. I think there’s some cola in the back.”

  “I’ll take water.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. The early days of autumn are still hot around here.”

  Donovan pours a glass of water from the fridge and sets it on the kitchen counter. He cups my face and runs his thumbs over my cheekbones. I don’t know what he’s thinking. I wish I could buy an instructional manual for this sexy man, so I might feel in control. Instead, I only stare into his eyes and wonder if he’ll kiss me or kick me out of his house.

  A smile washes over his face, and he presses his lips against my forehead. “I’ve wanted to have you come over, but it didn’t seem like the thing to ask.”

  “Why not?”

  Rather than answering, Donovan covers my mouth with his. The kiss is deep but lacking the heat of a man in a hurry to get to the bedroom.

  “Let’s take this to the couch where we can pretend to watch a movie.”

  Grinning, I carry my water into the living room. Donovan finds a Bourne movie on cable while I set my drink on a coffee table. Kitty jumps on the couch next to Donovan.

  “You’re a good dog,” I tell the light brown and white canine. “But you’ll need to learn to share.”

  I straddle Donovan’s lap and rest my arms on his shoulder. His blue-eyed gaze roams over my body, noticing the tight space between us. I wait for the feel of his fingers on my flesh, but he only takes in the sight of me and smiles.

  “What are you waiting for?” I ask in a grumpier voice than I intend.

  “I enjoy the thought of having you to myself in the privacy of this house. No one walking by. No one watching us. Alone with Journey Sheerer is a fantasy I’ve had for many long months. I need to savor it a bit.”

  “Well, in that case, take your time,” I murmur while wiggling on his lap to get more comfortable.

  Donovan groans at the feel of me pressing against his erection. “Savoring over,” he grunts, sliding a hand into my hair and pulling me closer for a kiss.

  For the first time since picking me up tonight, Donovan lets down his guard and opens up to me. His kiss is blistering hot. I press against him, craving more. If we could be this perfect always, I’d never let Donovan go.

  The sun sets earlier each day. I swear one minute I’m kissing Donovan in the brightly lit day. The next time I open my eyes, the house has grown gloomy from a lack of light. Donovan casually reaches over with his long arm and switches on a lamp.

  “Summer was my favorite time of the year as a kid,” he says, teasing my bare thigh with his strong fingers. “Now I’m more interested in autumn.”

  “It’s getting dark.”

  Donovan says nothing, but his eyes dart around the room. He’s looking for the hidden meaning to my obvious statement.

  “You don’t have anywhere to be,” he says as if pulling a Jedi mind trick on me.

  “I should probably head home.”

  “It’s only six in the evening. We could have dinner.”

  “We could,” I say, sliding off him. “I don’t think we should.”

  As much as my body craves more of Donovan’s touch, I’m wary of staying too long. I’d thought of losing my virginity earlier in the day when I first arrived, and the sun was high in the sky. Now my courage fails me.

  If I stay, we’ll have dinner and sex. Or maybe sex and then dinner, but the lack of sunlight along with sex will imply I’m staying the night.

  My mind flashes to my bed. I think of my house with my family and the pets. As much as I like Donovan, I don’t trust him. Evenings are my downtime when I can be completely unguarded. With this sexy yet shifty man, I might be ready for sex, but sleeping over is an entirely different beast.

  “I don’t want you to leave yet,” he says in an almost pouty voice.

  Glancing back at him while I go for my purse, I see him frowning. He looks ready to throw a tantrum over me leaving. Even prepared for him to try and talk me into staying, I never suspect how much Donovan wants to keep me at his place.

  “I can’t stay,” I say, walking to the door and feeling him follow me.

  “Not can’t. More like won’t because you’re reacting to your fear.”

  Rolling my eyes, I reach for the door. Do
novan slaps the handcuff on my wrist before I notice him moving. He locks the other end to the doorknob and then steps back.

  “What the fricking frick?” I cry.

  “I can’t deal with you running away.”

  “You can’t deal? Well, how will you deal with me grinding up your body and turning you into fricking cat food?”

  Donovan storms around the room before rushing back to me. He places his hands against the wall behind me. His size intimidates and I wonder for the first time if he’s capable of hurting me.

  “Do you want to be with me?” he demands. “I can’t tell if you’re playing along out of boredom or do you want to spend time with me? I don’t mind chasing. I fucking love chasing you, but I need to know you want to be caught eventually.”

  I refuse to back down. Staring into his blue eyes, I mutter, “When you were a kid, did you think you’d grow up to be cat food? Was that your dream and I’m the one to make it come true?”

  “I lie,” he says in a low, gruff voice. “Every day, I get up and lie my fucking ass off. I lie at work. I lie with my family. I’m a big fucking lying fraud. I don’t know why I’m a cop. I'm not sure if I want to be a cop tomorrow. I sleep with women who don’t want to know anything about me because I’m afraid to know anything about them. I pretend my life is fucking perfect, but I'm not sure if it is because I’m too fucking busy lying. Now I’m looking at you and trying to tell the truth. I want you. Do you want me?”

  “You’re asking me to be open and honest with you while you have me handcuffed to a door. Screw your rules. Unlock these and I’ll consider being straight with you.”

  Donovan cups my face roughly and stares into my eyes. “I have no one. Do you get that? I spend my time sitting in this house alone or eating out alone or driving around alone. My family doesn’t need me. My fellow cops don’t trust me. I’m alone, but I want you. If you want out, get out. If you want to try this thing between us, say something now. I can’t lie anymore with you. I’m not an easygoing guy, and I’m not good at relationships. If you bail with the expectation of me following you, just know I don’t have the skills to win you over. What you’ve seen is all I’ve got to offer.”

  Jerking at the handcuff, I look at my wrist and then back at him. “Unlock me.”

  Donovan exhales hard. He’s on edge in a way that feels more real than anything he’s shown me. I’m not frightened as much as curious. Who is the guy under the lies? He’s been so busy asking me a hundred questions and chasing me that I’d never taken the time to interrogate him.

  Once he frees my wrist, I shove him away. “Don’t ever restrain me again.”

  Donovan shows no reaction. His gaze is angry and demanding. I walk to him and grab his shirt aggressively.

  “I refuse to beg for your attention. If I’m too much to handle, feel free to frick off. With that said, I do want you to chase me.”

  The muscles in his handsome face relax immediately, changing his expression from irate to chill in an instant.

  “Was that so hard?” he asks as his fingers tease the tie on my sweat shorts.

  “Yes.”

  “Would you really feed me to your cats?”

  “Of course not. I don’t know where you’ve been. Can’t risk giving them a disease.”

  Donovan startles me by grabbing me under the ass and lifting me onto his hips. “I’m disease free. Your pussy cats would be safe.”

  “Oh, really?” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Do you have some kind of documentation to prove your claims?”

  “Sure. They’re in the bedroom.”

  Nuzzling my lips against his, I exhale. “Feel free to carry me to them.”

  Donovan sucks at my tongue while walking blind into his bedroom. He doesn’t lower me onto the bed right away. Showing his dominance, he pins me to the wall with his hard body. Between us, I feel the hard length of his dick and wonder if I’m offering him more than I’m prepared to give.

  His lips own mine. Every kiss tears away another layer of my resistance. His hands remain under my ass. He doesn’t slide our bodies together to give his cock a little feel. No, Donovan is completely still except for his ravenous lips.

  My hands grip his shirt at first, but I need to feel his skin and then run my fingers through his hair. Nothing about him seems like a dream. Donovan is a real man, right here at my fingertips. All I need to do is say yes, and he’ll give me what only my vibrator’s provided.

  22 Snake Charmers

  Donovan

  Journey wants me. Tonight, nothing matters more than those three words. She isn’t playing. She won’t run. I have her at my fingertips. All I have to do is take what we’re both craving.

  My hands slide down her hips before I lower to my knees and lift the oversized shirt covering her stomach. The flesh I reveal remains chilled from earlier. I exhale my hot breath on her skin, causing Journey to shiver.

  My lips kiss her soft skin while I slowly tug at the oversized sweatpants. Lower, I kiss her, and Journey’s legs open instinctively. By the time the pants hang below her hips, the moist heat of her pussy waits for me.

  Blowing on her dark wet curls, I can barely wait to taste her. I’ve craved this moment for months. Knowing no other man has savored her flavor yet, makes my cock even harder.

  I slide one finger between her damp folds, eliciting a pained moan from Journey. Pressing open her flesh, I inhale her sweet scent.

  Journey’s hands grab for her breasts over the shirt.

  “No,” I say in a husky voice while taking her hands and sliding them under her shirt. “Touch them the way I’m touching your pussy.”

  Staring down at me, Journey looks terrified. I can’t imagine what she’s thinking, but I know her body wants more. Her pussy sucks hungrily at the digit pressing deeper inside her.

  I yank off my shirt and throw it aside before leaning forward and inhaling her scent. My mouth watering, I slide my tongue between her folds and taste her juices.

  “Donovan,” she groans, tightening her grip on her tits.

  Smiling at her feverish tone, I lower her sweats enough to free her left leg. I leave the right one ensnared in the fabric, making it more difficult for her to run.

  “Take off your top,” I order in a gentle voice. “Show me your tits. I want to see you touching yourself.”

  A flushed Journey can barely get the shirt over her head. Lost in pleasure from my teasing finger, she finally tosses it aside.

  “Show me how you like to be touched,” I whisper.

  Journey’s fingers barely touch her small, perky tits. Even with her pussy flavor on my tongue, she’s shy.

  I stand quickly with my fingers still teasing her swollen clit. My lips cover hers, reassuring her enough for her hands to reach for her hard nipples. I look down at the hard flesh before spitting on each nipple.

  “Make them shine,” I whisper, kissing her again.

  Journey’s lips cling to mine, but I break away and lower myself between her legs again.

  “Tease your nipples. Show me you want me to make you come.”

  Her fingers move obediently against her nipples, tugging at the red nubs and causing her pussy to spasm around my finger thrusting deeper inside her.

  I watch her playing with her tits, spreading my spit over the supple mounds. The sight is perfection, but I can’t deny I need more of her pussy on my tongue. More than anything, I need her to come hard and drench my mouth with her pleasure.

  Lapping up the sweet juices, I keep a shaking Journey upright. Her legs wobble with every lick. My tongue presses deeper, drinking down her pleasure. Journey’s moans grow louder and more unhinged. She’s nearly screaming by the time I latch onto the clit and suck rhythmically. I don’t relent even when she begs. The waves of hot juice on my chin tell me how close she is to an orgasm.

  “Fuck,” she growls, coming hard and nearly collapsing.

  I hold her writing hips still and devour her hot juices. My cock nearly tears through my jeans, but I ca
n’t let it loose yet. Journey isn’t ready to fuck. Her virgin pussy needs more teasing before she can take my length.

  When I relent and remove my hungry lips from her pussy, Journey lets out a relieved sigh. I stand and look in her blue eyes. She’s spent, exhausted from experiencing a kind of pleasure she hasn’t known. I can’t imagine how she’ll feel once the night is over.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I say before kissing her and sharing the flavor of her pussy. “Every fucking inch of you is gorgeous.”

  Journey is limp in my arms when I lift her onto my hips and walk to my room. Suddenly, her arms wrap possessively around my neck and hold on tightly. In fact, I have to force them loose when I rest her on the bed.

  “I can’t,” she whispers.

  “You don’t have to do anything,” I whisper in her ear. “Except say yes.”

  Journey studies my face as I lean over her. She’s scared and pushing me away is her usual move. Not tonight, though, not when she wants to know what happens next.

  “Yes,” she whispers in a shaky voice.

  Kissing her again, I cup her right tit with one hand and nearly tear open my jeans to free my cock. I groan into her mouth and grip my dick.

  “Say my name,” I tell her before moving my sucking lips to her throat and down to the perky tits waiting for me.

  Stroking my cock to the sounds of her moaning my name, I latch onto her dark red nipples and suck like a starving man.

  Journey wiggles underneath me. Her moans grow louder when I stroke my leaking cock head against her slit. Every time, she says my name, I suck her nipples harder.

  A powerful, nearly painful sensation surges through my balls, and I can’t hold on any longer. The pleasure builds as I stroke my cock against Journey’s pussy. Blinded for a few seconds at the first orgasmic wave, I release her nipple long enough. I need to look down at where my cock coats her slit.

  My lips cover hers for a moment and then I stand so I can take in the sight of her spread open before me and covered with my jizz. The head of my cock still teases her slit, sliding up and down the wet flesh.