His back was almost completely covered with a tattoo of the club colors, a pair of praying hands clasping a Rosary with the legend ‘The Priests’ arching over the top in ornate lettering. He had another club tattoo that almost completely covered his upper right arm, a cross formed of long bullets, a larger representation of the cross in the club patch. His left arm was almost completely covered in ink, from his shoulder to midway between his elbow and wrist, a collection of skulls sporting various expressions in shades of black and grey. Thea found that ink a little unnerving. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed such dense and extensive ink before, but then, he often wore long sleeves.
Dizzy’s chest and stomach were completely clear of ink, which surprised her, although she wasn’t sure why. There were scars, though, dotted all over his torso, front and back, and his arms. She brushed one long, roughened line that looked to have been gouged out of his flesh, just over his right hip. The muscle there twitched under her fingers.
He allowed her to play for a few moments, then, as her hands traveled lower on his body, he turned. He did something, she didn’t know what, he swept one of her legs from under her, caught her off balance, and pushed, or rather let her drop, onto the bed. She shoved herself, half–crawled, until she was more on the bed than off it. Dizzy watched her all the while, until, moving like a feral animal, he knelt on the bed and moved over her.
She thought he might kiss her again, she reached for him in anticipation, but he didn’t. He held himself over her on one stiff arm and let the other trail over her body until it delved between her thighs. The rough pads of his fingers abraded her delicate flesh, feeling good, oh so good, as he stroked over her folds and plunged one, two and - oh god - three fingers inside her. Thea’s eyes fluttered closed as she concentrated on the sensations he was stirring.
“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it.” She blinked her eyes open to see him still holding himself up, watching her intently.
He bent his head and sucked her un-pierced nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t hurting her. Quite the opposite. She set her nails into the skin of his back, unsure whether she was holding him in place or simply tethering herself to reality. When he turned his attention to her pierced nipple, Thea shivered with tense anticipation. It wasn’t that they hadn’t been sensitive before, not at all, but the piercing had forged a direct and electric link with her clit. When Dizzy sucked the pierced nipple firmly into his mouth, just grazing it with his teeth, Thea came so hard, her body clenching wetly around his fingers, that she felt dizzy. She giggled at her unintentional mental pun and gasped as the movement increased the ripples of pleasure.
When she could focus again, she saw he was smiling quizzically, even though his eyes were dark with desire, as he knelt back to roll the condom on. She took a breathless moment to appreciate the body displayed before her. He was muscled, but not big, although her definition of ‘big’ and ‘over-muscled’ had been expanded drastically by the size of some of the men she’d been cohabiting with this weekend. Dizzy was lean, but there was no doubt of the strength contained under that chiseled, tanned skin.
She was reaching for him when he moved over her again.
“I wanna ride you.”
“No chance, sweetheart. You make me crazy. You’re just gonna have to lie back and deal with that.”
He was holding himself away from her, watching her again, but she wanted him closer, wanted their skin to be touching everywhere. And then she felt him, his cock pushing at the part of her that craved to be filled, and all the sensations in her body focused on that sweet, sweet feeling and oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. He was sliding slowly into her and it was a long, long time since she had felt anything so, so, oh. That stretch, that delicious sensation of being filled, wonderfully and completely. But she didn’t get chance to savor that feeling, he pulled out fast, and then slammed back into her body, over and over until she was moaning in one long, continuous wail.
Dizzy rocked back onto his knees and grabbed her hips, hard enough to bruise, not that she cared, and pulled her into his lap, onto his cock as he thrust. Thea’s spine arched with the change in angle, bringing her almost wholly off the bed. His breathing was harsh, and each solid slide of his cock into her was intense in its necessity, because if he stopped she was going to fucking kill him. From this position, with this angle, she could feel his shaft all the way up the center of her body, it seemed, and that made her back bow like a gymnast’s with a flexibility she didn’t know she possessed as she sought...needed...something, to be closer, to move, just to be more of everything.
She tried to lift up so she could sit in his lap, but kept her where she was by plucking at the nipple with the bar through it, which made actual thinking impossible. She threw her arms over her head, scrambling at the pillows, needing to hold onto reality, because it was slipping away from her. Seemingly satisfied that she was pliant once more, he returned his grip to her hips and got on with the business of fucking her.
He was so deep, the positions of their bodies revealing a spot inside her that Thea hadn’t known was there. But it wasn’t only the beautiful, glorious sensation of his shaft plunging into her over and over that was driving her past the point of sanity. She’d never had this before. She’d ceded control in bed, but never had it taken from her, never had it demanded of her. Dizzy wasn’t forcing her, but was most definitely in charge and the feeling of abdicating responsibility was almost as potent an aphrodisiac to Thea as anything, except maybe the look in his eyes, which could only be described as one of pure possession.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, welling up from her core and exploding out through her body, which tried to curl up, in on itself, of its own accord, but Dizzy wasn’t done with her yet. He pressed her down with the heel of his palm low on her stomach, which had the added effect of seriously intensifying the pressure of his cock within her and prolonging the pulses of ecstasy. She flung her forearm over her mouth and bit down, unable to contain herself and yet needing not to fly apart. As she keened her pleasure into her own skin Dizzy came with a roar, jerking her body in time with his own need until he fell forward and fairly collapsed onto her.
Thea welcomed the feel of his body on hers, the way that his chest heaved erratically, his breath coming in hot gasps against her neck. She indulged her craving to touch him and lightly ran her palms over his back in indeterminate patterns as they both recovered.
Eventually, Dizzy rolled over to his side; only then did his cock slip free of her body. Thea bit her lip to hold her whimper of disappointment at bay. They lay for a while, contentedly exploring, learning, playing, with light touches. Unfortunately the cool air reminded Thea she was naked, and she shivered. Crawling under the covers wasn’t an option, no matter how delightful it might seem.
She sighed. “I should get back out there. I don’t know about you, but I could eat a horse. I’m guessin’ the others’ll be gettin’ a little peckish, too.”
“You’ve done good this weekend, sweetheart.” Dizzy said as he brushed her bangs away from her eyes.
Thea hitched one shoulder, as much of a shrug as she could manage. “Well, I’m not exactly used to cookin’ for an army, but no one complained.”
“Not what I meant. You’ve had a lot to deal with, the kinda stuff most people on the street can’t even imagine. You didn’t let any of it beat you down.”
“It wasn’t a walk in the park, but what else can you do? It wasn’t all gonna go away just ‘cause I curled up in a corner and cried.”
“Some people would’ve.” Dizzy shifted, bringing their bodies closer again. Thea luxuriated in the warmth of skin against skin.
“Hidin’ from my shit never occurs to me until afterwards. I’m stupid that way.”
“Not stupid. Brave,” he rumbled before kissing her to the point that she didn’t care if everyone beyond the door had resorted to eating each other in a mass zombie-fest.
When they paused to breathe she murmured, “Than
k you.”
“My pleasure.” He grinned against her lips.
“No, not for that, well, not only. For what you did. It cost you, to keep us safe.” Dizzy was going to say something and Thea thought she knew what it was, so hurried on, “I know you needed to do it anyway, but thank you all the same.”
Dizzy brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “I’ll keep you safe, sweetheart, both of you. You’re part of this family now,” he kissed her gently, almost chastely, “with me.”
Thea was beginning to feel overwhelmed, and they were in danger of not making it out of bed before night fell, but a chill chased over her skin again and she used that as the incentive to rise and dress. At first, Dizzy lay back on the bed and simply watched her move about the room, which was distracting in itself, but eventually he swung off the bed and found some clothes, pausing every now and then to distract Thea some more with a touch or a kiss.
As they left the room, she nearly paused, unsure about how she felt about the majority of the people in the building probably knowing exactly where she’d been for the last however long and who she’d been with, but she swiftly decide that she refused to be embarrassed about that, unless maybe Josh made some sort of comment about it.
When they reached the main room, Dizzy pressed a kiss to her forehead before heading over to Cage. Thea found Annelle and Dana in the kitchen where they’d already started the meal preparations. Thea immediately pitched right in, not realizing she was humming a tune until Annelle called her out on it.
When she sat down to eat with Josh, Dizzy joined them. Josh was full of his opinion that Shaggy and Ferret were better pool tutors than Thea, even if they did argue most of the time. Once the men had eaten their fill, they disappeared, at Dizzy’s signal, into their private room. It was almost an hour before the re-emerged. When they did, Dizzy sought her out to let her know that they were heading to the garage to do some legitimate work, but they let Josh tag along with them all the same.
Thea spent the afternoon avoiding Annelle’s questions. She didn’t mind talking to her, but she didn’t want to discuss what had happened, what was happening, in this building where god knew what set of ears might be nearby. Her personal mother hen would have to wait for the gossip.
All the women pitched in again to prepare the evening meal, and afterwards the atmosphere developed into a genial family carnival. Again, it was tamer than Thea knew it could be, although couples did disappear discreetly every so often, but it was good, comfortable, familiar and easy. Even with some of the attitude problems she’d encountered over the past couple of days, there was no tension. There was no way Lucy and Britney were lining up to be Besties with her, but they weren’t holding a grudge at that immediate moment.
It was late when Josh began to nod off while waiting for his turn on the Xbox. Thea checked with Dizzy and then put her son to bed in Dizzy’s room. Feeling exhausted herself, mentally as well as physically, she curled up on top of the covers behind him and fell into a deep sleep. She was roused sometime later when the door opened and Dizzy entered, but she didn’t jump; she’d been expecting him. As on the first night, he stripped to his jeans and thermal and then joined them on the bed. But again instead of pulling her to him, he moved up next to her, throwing his arm over her and Josh. Thea felt his lips against her neck, but he didn’t tease her, he only placed a brief kiss on a spot that Thea hadn’t known was quite so sensitive until his lips pressed against it. Feeling completely worn out, Thea fell asleep, cocooned in protective affection.
Chapter Sixteen
The advantage of having the dorm room at the end of the corridor was that there was only one shared wall. That meant not having to listen to two sets of fucking on a rowdy night. The disadvantage was that being at the end of the building and having the external wall resulted in having the only dorm room with a window. Dizzy kept the heavy blind shut, but the small window was above the bed, and short of bricking it up, there was no way to stop sunlight filtering down onto the pillow. Normally, it wouldn’t have been a problem; he was usually up with, or before, the sun, but today he wanted to linger, and the spears of light were keeping him the fuck awake.
He did a quick mental check. Monday, yeah, he was fairly sure it was Monday. Had it really only been Friday that all this shit had started going down? Seemed like it should’ve taken longer. It had been a busy weekend, out and out warfare on a Mexican drug lord, down one brother, up one.... old lady, family? There were no labels being flung about yet, but Thea wasn’t a one-time deal for him, and if she was seriously coming to Louisiana with him, well, that pretty much said it all.
He felt Thea shift under his arm and knew that the intrusive day was waking her, too. She stretched, which pushed her back against his body. He felt a little numb down one side, the result of not having moved at all in his sleep, but even with that handicap he responded to what he knew now was in front of him. Jesus, but she had been worth waiting for. That simmering attraction that had smoldered a little more every time they’d come across each other had blown up like a landmine.
Trouble was, it wasn’t just her in front of him at the moment. Dizzy didn’t think Josh was awake, but there was no way he was feeling the kid’s mother up while he was in the same bed, well, not much anyway. He slid the arm currently lying over both Thea and Josh back until he could slide his palm over Thea’s waist and onto her stomach. She’d only taken off her sneakers and socks before curling up on the bed, so she was still wearing her jeans and t-shirt. Dizzy thought it was a pretty effective way, under the circumstances, of giving her kid some space to be a little grown up, even though they had to share a room. He’d pretty much followed her example and kept his jeans on, although he was shirtless, knowing that he would have gotten too hot in the night being so close to another body.
Dizzy slipped his hand under the hem of Thea’s t-shirt and rubbed it slowly over her so soft skin, just above the waist band of her jeans, low on her belly. He’d noticed the thin, silvery stretch marks there, the only sign that she’d ever carried a human being inside her. It was strange to think of her as a mama. It wasn’t strange when Josh was around, she was very definitely maternal around him, but she seemed so young to have a kid his age. It seemed to Dizzy like she should just be starting out on that journey, not be halfway through it, but he didn’t like to dwell on that, for many reasons. Thea turned onto her back, and he edged over to make room for her, but he didn’t still his hand as it rubbed her skin. She did that; once she was settled, she wrapped her hand around his wrist and held it steady.
“Right place, wrong time.” She was speaking so quietly it was almost as if she mouthed the words. He wouldn’t have made them out if he hadn’t been lying next to her.
“I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Just teasin’.” But he still slipped his fingers under the waistband. Thea tightened her hold on his wrist, but he noticed that she didn’t immediately pull his hand away. His cock began to fill out beyond the semi-hardness that it had already achieved. He had to remind himself that there was someone else in the bed, her kid no less.
He tried to pick a banal thought to concentrate on, rather than thinking abut what he wanted to do to the responsive body lying in front of him, because Josh began to stir.
Despite him being bleary eyed and blatantly not a morning person, Thea managed to get Josh washed and changed. As soon as he was done in the bathroom, Dizzy took his turn. Not least because he had a raging hard-on that needed some TLC. He was about to take matters in hand, when he heard Thea’s voice from the next room. He hadn’t thought that he’d left the bathroom door ajar, but he could just make out what she was saying above the noise of the running water.
“Don’t wake anyone up that’s asleep. I’ll be through in a minute. I’m gonna wait and wash up first.”
He lazily stroked his cock as he listened to the main door opening and closing and wondered if he’d heard right. The door to the bathroom opened fully, confirming that yes, indeed he had. A moment later,
the glass door to the cubicle opened, and Thea stepped into the cramped space. She’d bundled that uncontrollable hair on top of her head. There was barely room to move with two of them in the small space, but that was no bad thing.
She pressed herself against his body and nudged his hand out of the way, taking over from him and settling into a steady rhythm. Dizzy edged them around until he could put one palm on the tiled wall behind her. One of them was going to need to keep steady or he suspected there was a chance they’d end up crashing through the glass. As she worked his solid shaft, he stroked down her body, taking a moment to flick the pierced nipple that seemed to have the effect of a turbo charge on her arousal. There was something about the feel of that metal bar through the nub of tender flesh and the smooth coldness of the balls either side of it that had an effect on him, too, and his hips began to move in time to the tempo that Thea’s hand was setting.
He didn’t kiss her, although they were close enough that they almost were. Their mouths hovered over each other, sharing gasped breaths. Dizzy pressed Thea a little more into the cold tile before he slipped his fingers between her thighs. He headed straight to his target, pushing two fingers into her and plunged them in and out of her wet flesh as he worked her clit with his thumb. There was something intensely erotic about the way that they weren’t kissing, but were so close. His skin was heated from more than just the hot water, and the same applied to the woman trembling with lust in front of him.
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