Perfect Chaos

by Nashoda Rose

  “Fuck.” Deck pumped faster when I met his need with my own.

  I held onto his arms. “Harder.”

  He did. Again and again. I screamed as the wave of sensations took my body and threw it off the ledge. I was falling and Deck just kept going, pushing, shoving then suddenly he groaned as he thrust deep one last time.

  I lay beneath him for several seconds, taking in what just happened. “Epic,” I breathed in a rough whisper.

  His body quivered and the strain in his face was gone as he stared at me as if I was a stranger.

  I raised my hand and stroked the side of his face. “Baby?”

  He turned his head and kissed my palm then rolled off me and got up. He walked into the bathroom then came back, unabashed by his state of nakedness.

  He stopped by the bed and looked down at me. I felt the tension; it was as if a cold veil had descended over him. He picked up his jeans and slid them on. “Your back okay?”

  “It’s fine, Deck. They were minor cuts, not a big deal.” Kai was insistent on making sure they were minor, unlike Tanner’s that first year.

  His brows drew lower over his eyes. I didn’t think he liked that answer. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds and then he said, “You’re telling me fuckin’ everything.”

  I sat up.

  A sliver of fear made its way through my satisfied body and I grabbed the sheet to cover myself, not from discomfort but because I was chilly. All the heat had left me and the blood in my veins was running cold.

  He ran his hand over the top of his head. Shit. He looked—edgy. Then his eyes met mine again. A shiver coursed down my spine at his rigid, determined eyes. “You just give yourself to me?”

  I didn’t know where he was going with this, but I nodded. “Yeah.”

  He paused as if thinking on his next words. It wasn’t often Deck hesitated; he was direct and honest, no need to be careful with his words. “You understand what that means?”

  “Not really.” Because I had no clue what was going on in his head right now. We had sex. Deck broke his word to my brother, and I had some serious lies he was still digesting.

  “You should’ve before you spread your legs for me.”

  “Jesus, Deck.” I wanted to flip him the finger then beg him to kiss me. Both were not a good idea at that moment.

  “It means you’re mine—completely. There’s no running. No going back. And sure as fuck no lies. You have an issue, we talk. You have a problem, I’ll deal with it. If I need you to do something, I expect you to do it.”

  “Whoa, back way up.”

  His brows rose. “I asked if you were sure. You said yes. There’s no backing up. I didn’t hang around torturing myself for eight goddamn years just to take you and have you tell me to back up. There’s only forward with me. You knew what you were doing. I’m not letting you go, and that involves telling me everything.” He strode toward the door. “And I want it all.”

  I didn’t know why I was shaking. Turned on? Scared? I’d go with a combo.

  “What’s his full name?” he asked.

  Shit. This was the last thing I wanted, but I’d opened this can of worms and they were slithering all over me. Deck was taking over.

  “Robbie Krovakov.”

  His body stiffened and he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his phone.

  “What are you going to do?”

  He had the phone to his ear as he turned to look at me. “Stay here. When I come back, I expect you to be naked in bed waiting for me.”

  My eyes widened.

  “You have something to say?”

  I shook my head.

  Then he left.

  I STRODE OUT of the room. “Robbie Krovakov. Went to Georgie’s public school, German Mills. Find his location. I’d check the local penitentiary first. And Vic, this guy is mine.” I hung up and shoved the phone back in my pocket.

  I walked into my office and started up my laptop, checking through any correspondence I’d had with Kai.

  The truth was I was in my office to get away from her before I crashed and lost everything of myself in her. I got what I wanted. I made her mine. There was no backing down now, but what I wondered was if either of us was going to be able to handle it. I was feeling so fucked up after that. … Jesus, being inside her, feeling her, kissing her, it was like a brilliance of colors had burned through my darkness.

  I tried to concentrate, but all I could think about was thrusting inside Georgie. Feeling her tightness around my cock, how she stood in front of me and stripped. How she dug her nails into my back as I slammed into her over and over again.

  She was a fuckin’ virgin. A virgin. Unexpected and … it was a gift. Despite all the lies that surrounded her … she saved that for me. Jesus. I may have never … fuck Connor. Fuck everything. She was mine now, and I was never letting her go.

  My cock hardened as I thought of her lying in my bed right now, uncertain and a little scared, as she should be. I was still reeling with anger at her, at Kai and at myself for not seeing this. The drinking had been a lie? Fuck. Had I been so determined to keep her at a distance I missed what was staring right at me? I knew Georgie, at least I thought I had. It never sat right with me about the drinking. Georgie was stronger than that.

  “Damn it.” I slammed my laptop shut and leaned back in my chair, the creak of leather and my groan melding together.

  I hadn’t shut the door and I looked up to see Georgie standing in the baggy sweat clothes I had gotten her. She leaned back against the doorframe so I could see her side profile, her leg bent so her foot was resting on the wall. And she looked sexy as hell.

  She also didn’t do as I said. Complete opposite, in fact. I hid my smile because I sure as hell didn’t want her to see it.

  Even with blue streaks or whatever fuckin’ color she dyed her hair, I thought she was beautiful. Hadn’t changed since the day I met her. Her, too young to do anything about it, and me who’d become a killer who had seen far too much bad shit to ever let a girl so innocent into my life.

  My men from Unyielding Riot were the same; seen and done more than most humans could even bear hearing about, let alone experience firsthand. The path we were on was a rocky one, and I expected Connor was on one that there was no way back from.

  Fuck. Georgie could never know about her brother being alive. I sure as hell didn’t like starting what we had with a secret as big as this, but Connor wasn’t her brother anymore. There was only harm in telling her about him right now.

  She was fiddling with her hands. Not her usual cocky, sassy self. And it reminded me of the girl I’d watched eating the ice cream.

  “Told you to stay put.” And I also knew Georgie rarely followed instructions.

  Silence.

  “Also told you to be naked.”

  I saw her teeth snag her lower lip then slowly let it go. “Why do you want me now? I lied to you. I pretended to be someone I wasn’t—”

  “Stop.”

  She clamped her mouth shut at hearing the hard edge to my one word. I wanted her again so badly it was clouding my judgement on what I had to do here and yet … the years of waiting, of never thinking I’d have her, overtook needing answers.

  My cock swelled so hard it was painful. Jesus, yes. I’d fuck her for the next week straight if I could. She lifted her head and her veil of hair parted as she turned to look at me. Damn it, she knew exactly what she was doing looking like that.

  “Come here.”

  She walked over to me and I appreciated the sway of her hips and the slightly parted lips. Thing was, Georgie was sexy as hell and she didn’t even know it. Yeah, she played the part with her sass, but beneath that laid a vulnerable girl who hid behind a web of lies.

  But what Georgie needed right now was to know who was in control because this bullshit with her had ended.

  “Sit on my desk.” I pushed my laptop aside then my chair back as she came to stand in front of me. She placed her palms on the edge of the desk then sl
id her ass up onto the mahogany surface. I rolled my chair forward until I could touch her hips and then I jerked her to the very edge. “You sore?”

  She shook her head. I raised my brows and she amended her answer. “A little.”

  “Then I’m not fucking you.” Her look of disappointment made me smile, and for a second, I felt the sweet elation swim through my veins. It was unfamiliar and warming. Fuck, I liked it—a lot. “Up.” I spanked the right side of her butt and she raised it so I could tug her sweat pants off her ass then repeat on the other side. I dragged them slowly off her legs, letting my fingertips skim her soft skin.

  I noticed the goose bumps and her eyes closed briefly as she tilted her head back. I dropped the pants to the floor then ran my hand up her leg to her inner thigh. “Lie back. Eyes closed.”

  She was breathing hard now, anticipating my next movements. I didn’t like anyone knowing what I was going to do; it made me predictable and that was dangerous.

  I got up and heard her breath hitch. Fuck, I’d like nothing more than to pound my cock into her right now, or have her mouth on me while I pushed down her throat.

  But she needed a lesson and I intended to give it to her.

  I walked away.

  I heard the movement, didn’t even have to turn around to see she was starting to get up and say something.

  “Eyes closed. Do not move until I tell you. And if my instructions aren’t followed this time … you know where the door is.”

  Then I closed the office door to make it seem like I left her and quietly sat in the corner of the room and waited.

  I TREMBLED AND shivered as I lay back on the desk, my legs naked and hanging over the edge. I kept my eyes closed because if I opened them, I’d get up and run after him and Deck was doing this for a reason. I knew he’d never hurt me. I knew he’d look after me and in a way, the anticipation of leaving me here made me want him even more.

  I felt the aching between my legs build as I lay there. Throbbing. Pulsating. I knew I was getting wetter and suddenly wished I’d been wearing panties. My mind was reeling with thoughts of Deck, of his cock inside me, his hands on my skin, lips on my mouth and then trailing down my skin, tasting me.

  My body jerked and I parted my legs a little more, wishing a window was open and a breeze would hit me between my thighs. I was dying to be touched so badly I put my hand on my chest and was about to circle my nipple when his abrupt tone from behind stopped me.

  “No touching.”

  Shit, I’d thought he’d left the room. My eyes flew open, but I couldn’t see him. I opened my mouth to beg him, but he must have suspected.

  “Shhh.” His rumbling sound sent a wave of desire through me and I moaned, my hands flat against the hard surface of the desk, wanting to grab hold of something, anything.

  “Keep your eyes closed.” Then I heard the rustling of clothing. Was he undressing? I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Something hit the floor. Shoes? Had he been wearing shoes? Or a belt? A cold shiver raced over me and I almost bolted upright to look. I didn’t like the idea of a belt anywhere near me and I had to consciously stop myself from running. I trusted Deck, more than anyone in my life. I may have kept things from him, but it was to protect him.

  Then his footsteps walked across the room, the easy, confident stride I knew so well and could recognize even blind.

  A latch clicked open. The slide of wood against wood sounded and the smell of chlorine from the plunge pool wafted into the room on the wings of the summer breeze. It tickled my face and I moaned again as my legs quivered.

  “How wet are you, Georgie?”

  I knew I was soaking. I could even feel a drip on my inner thigh and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

  “I need you to answer me.”

  “Wet. I’m really wet.”

  I nearly bolted upright when he was suddenly there, his finger slipping through my wetness as if checking to make sure I was telling the truth. He must have anticipated my reaction because he put one hand on my chest to keep me steady as I tried to arch my back off the desk.

  “Nice to see you’re not lying to me.”

  Then his touch disappeared until I felt his finger tracing my upper lip. “Open.” I did and I tasted myself as I suckled his finger. He suddenly withdrew and his mouth replaced it. For a moment, it was soft as his tongue swirled and tasted the remnants of me, but then like a trigger going off, his weight was on top of me and he slammed his mouth on mine.

  Taking.

  Claiming.

  Fierce and almost angry.

  His chest was naked against mine, but the rough denim of his jeans rubbed against me. His fingers curled into my hair and pulled as he tilted my head slightly, a harsh assault as if he couldn’t kiss me hard enough.

  He was aggressive as he ground into me, the edge of the desk cutting into my upper thighs, but I didn’t care because I wanted Deck like this. It was him being out of control and Deck was never out of control. I made him this way, and it couldn’t have turned me on more.

  He growled low then pulled back. “Keep your eyes closed.” He sounded like he had some control back as his weight lifted off me, but I could still hear his heavy breathing and knew he hadn’t left me again. What I didn’t know was what he was going to do next.

  Then I heard the creak of the leather as he sat in his chair again, the wheels rolled over the hardwood. Was it closer to me or further away? What was he doing?

  “Open your legs wider so I can see your pussy glisten.”

  I swallowed and did what he wanted, my stomach on a never-ending roller coaster ride.

  “Wider.”

  I did and felt the strain in my thighs at the position. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable when all I wanted to do was lock my legs around his waist and feel his cock inside me again.

  “Good girl.” I felt his lips kiss my inner thigh and I nearly leapt off the desk and jumped him. Instead, I sucked in air and moaned, about to say his name when he moved away again. “Do you like this, Georgie?”

  I nodded. I’d never been so turned on in my life, and I had a lot of books and a vibrator I had used for my fantasies of Deck. But never had I had a fantasy like this.

  “Do you want me?”

  “Yes.” It was a breathless begging.

  “You’ll never lie to me again, will you?”

  I shook my head. He knew damn well I’d say anything right now.

  “One lie and this ends. I walk. And Georgie, I’m not coming back.”

  I stiffened. Now that I had Deck, I couldn’t ever imagine not having him, but it was going to be hard as hell explaining the purging. He’d never understand why I had to do it. Shit, I didn’t understand it. Kai seemed to. The charming bastard had one hell of a fucked-up mind. I didn’t even want to know what had happened to him to find out why he was the way he was.

  “You want to come?” Deck asked.

  “Baby, my clit is a grenade with the pin pulled.”

  He chuckled and I almost opened my eyes at the unfamiliar sound. Deck rarely chuckled and the warmth filling my chest was as if I’d been handed heaven in the palm of my hand.

  Then his tongue flicked across me and I sighed with relief. His hands gripped my thighs and he was licking between my folds, tasting, as the rumble of his groan vibrating against me made me arch into him. His hands tightened on my thighs and opened my legs even further.

  Circling, suckling then roaming slow and hard over my moisture. His hand left my leg and then his finger shoved inside me and I cried out. The pressure built into a cavalcade of emotions as he pressed in and out while his tongue flicked and suckled repeatedly until I screamed out. Arching into him and grabbing his head, my hands curled into his hair.

  He kept going, pressing my orgasm out longer until I was so sensitive I was pushing his head away. He growled at me and grabbed my wrists, forcing them down hard on the desk and locking them in place. Not even for a second did his tongue stop.

  My legs quivered and were c
losing in on his shoulders as I wiggled to get away from his mouth. “Deck.” It was hurting. Uncomfortable. Almost painful until suddenly it stopped and I felt the familiar pressure building inside me again.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God!” It hit me like a bolt of lightning and I banged my head against the desk as I came again, fighting against his hands as my body arched and tried to curl into him.

  Finally, he gave one long, slow lick up me then let me go.

  I WANTED TO shove my cock into her so badly it was like trying to stop myself from drinking a glass of water in the middle of the desert. I had no doubt she wouldn’t complain, but I knew she had to be sore after I fucked her like a crazed animal and she’d been a virgin.

  Jesus. A virgin. I may have kept men watching her, but I never suspected she hadn’t had sex before. She talked like she did. I’d hated it when her mouth would run off about fucking, licking or anything sexual. She even flaunted Crisis, the sex-crazed guitarist in the band Tear Asunder. Nearly sent me over the edge when I saw her arm around him.

  Crisis may be a flirt and a slut, but he wasn’t stupid and he’d backed off Georgie despite her protests. I had wondered if she’d ever slept with him, though. Now, I knew, and I realized the tightness in my chest was gone. She was mine. Completely.

  I sat back in the chair and watched as she slid off my desk then reached over and slipped on her track pants. Looking at her now, it wasn’t painful like it had been for years. Now, it was … freedom. For today—tomorrow. For-fuckin-ever.

  She climbed onto my lap, her knees on either side of me, arms linked around my neck. I put my hands under her ass and held her. I could already tell she was going to be sassy. Georgie had this sparkle in her eyes that was like the brightest fuckin’ star in the sky. Then she’d get this little pull at the corners of her lips; it was subtle now and I liked it better. Sometimes, I’d watch her and it was exaggerated, and I thought it had looked forced. Now … now, she looked at ease, even after putting her through the patience game of sexual denial. Nearly destroyed me and I’d be having blue balls for the rest of the afternoon.