There’s no way in hell I’m letting some douchebag frat-looking dude swoop in and snatch her up as if he’s enough to take care of her needs.
The thought of him putting his hands on her, touching her in places I’ve wanted to since high school, had my blood boiling.
“Who’s blondie?” I ask stiffly.
She takes a seat on the edge of my bed and looks up at me, confusion written across her perfect face. “Blondie?”
Walking over to her, I wrap my fists into the back of her hair. She gasps slightly, her legs spreading. I stand between them as I look down at her. “Blonde douche-looking guy that hangs out at your house.”
It takes her a moment to answer, but I see the realization on her face. “His name is Zachary.” She grips my arm and lets out a small moan when I pull back on her hair slightly, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “He’s one of Kevin’s friends. Sort of quiet, and has always given me the creeps if I’m honest. I think he’s had a thing for me. He always would watch me.”
My jaw tightens at the knowledge that he wants her. Creepy fucker. I’ll pluck his motherfucking eyes out. “I have a feeling he won’t be watching you anymore.” I help her farther onto the bed so she’s now slightly under me.
“Good,” she whispers up at me. “It made my skin crawl and Kevin never seemed to give a shit. It was as if he enjoyed knowing that his friends wanted me.”
Keeping my gaze on hers, I place an arm around her waist and pull her up the bed even more, allowing myself room to get on my knees between her thighs.
Her legs begin to tremble as I lay above her, holding myself up with my elbow. She swallows as I rub my thumb over her lip. “I’ll make sure no one fucking watches you again. Not this douche and certainly not Kevin. Now tell me . . .”
She closes her eyes for a few short seconds before opening them, her gaze locking on my lips as I breathe above her. “Yes. I mean . . . I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
“Where would Kevin be looking for you at?”
She inhales a deep breath and slowly releases it. “I had a feeling he wouldn’t be home, but I wasn’t sure. Kind of figured he would’ve given up looking for me after the first hour.”
“Where would he be?” I question again, but firmer this time, while leaning down to speak against her lips. “Don’t be afraid to tell me, Wynter. You better fucking believe I’m going to see to it that you never have to fear anything or anyone again.”
“He has a friend,” she says, breathlessly. “Lives here in town. Huge asshole who was always trying to get him out to bars to get fucked up and hook up with women. But . . . they haven’t spoken in almost two years. Not after Riley attempted to take advantage of me when we were all drinking one night. But I don’t know if he’d go there or not. They could be hanging out now that shit has fallen apart between us.”
Rage courses through me the moment the words take advantage of me leaves her lips. I reach out and grip the headboard, squeezing it so hard that the bones in my fingers feel like they could snap. “Where does he live? Tell me now,” I bark out.
She swallows and hesitantly reaches up to touch my face, cupping it with both hands. “Do you think you can just stay here with me for now? I just want a day to feel safe so I can get some rest. Would that be okay? I’m pretty exhausted both mentally and physically. Please . . . just stay with me.”
I find myself nodding, even though I want nothing more than to burn out of this damn property on my bike to kill that son of a bitch for trying to take her against her will.
My need to get revenge on both Riley and Kevin is strong as fuck but at the same time I want to be here for Wynter and show her that I’ll do whatever she fucking wants me to.
I want her to know that I’ll do everything to protect her, even if that means just waiting while she rests and recovers from all the stress Kevin put on her over the last few days.
“If you want me to, then I will. I won’t leave your side until you tell me it’s okay.” I release the headboard and grab both of her wrists, pulling her hands down from my face gently. “You never have to fear me. You ask me to do something and it’s done. Anything you want.” I kiss her fingers, her skin soft, sweet smelling. “I’ll never make you feel powerless like those sons of bitches did. The only power I need is in the bedroom.” I don’t know why I tell her that, but the words come out of me like this vicious beast, like this testament for her to know exactly what she’s getting into with me.
I run my hands down her arms before gripping her waist and lowering my body to hers.
“When we’re naked with my hard body above yours, I need to be in control, Wynter. I need to make you scream and tremble beneath me so you know I’m the only man you want buried inside you. Ever.” I lower my face to hers and bite her bottom lip, tugging on it before releasing it. “Think you can handle that?”
I feel her heart pound against my chest as her breathing picks up against my lips. “For you . . .” She swallows. “I wouldn’t want it any way but rough with you in control.”
“Good. I fucking love that response.” I run my lips up her neck before running my tongue over my mouth, tasting her skin on me. “I’ve been wanting to touch you this way for as long as I can remember, Wynter.” I squeeze her hip and press my erection into the warm spot between her legs. “And I won’t let go, not now that I have you.” I inhale her scent, take it into my lungs so it’s imprinted. “How long have you wanted me to own you, Wynter?”
She closes her eyes and digs her nails into my arm at the feel of my cock pressing against her pussy. “Since we were in high school and you used to watch me . . . as if you were protecting me, as if I was yours.”
“Fuuuuck,” I growl against her lips. “It should’ve been me and not Kevin. I’m going to make up for that mistake. Starting right now . . .”
WYNTER
My heart has never beat as fast as it is right now and my body has never been as hot and needy.
The feel of Sterling’s hard body between my legs, mixed with his alpha tendencies, has my entire being feeling as if it’s about to burst into flames.
As exhausted as I am—as I have been for days—I shouldn’t be craving his touch right now. I shouldn’t be dying to feel his strong hands on me . . . to have him taste me and take me any way he wants.
I want him to be savage and in control. I want to feel everything that is Sterling Locke and what makes him who he is. The darkness and all.
The fact that I’ve wanted him for years has this ache in me, this need that has claimed me like a chain around my entire body.
“I want to make tonight about you, to make you feel good, focus on you.” His voice is so low, so demanding yet gentle that I can’t help but moan softly.
I don’t know how tonight will play out, but I want this to last, want this to be the part that has us both coming undone.
STERLING
There is nothing more that I want than the woman in front of me.
Wynter is mine. She’ll always be mine and fuck anyone who thinks they can take her from me.
I should go slow, take my time, but I feel like a fiend right now. I push her top up, look at her big, round breasts, and my mouth waters.
My cock jerks at the sight.
Hell, I can jerk off and come from the very sight of her bared for me. But fuck no. When I come it’ll be deep in her tight little body.
I’ll have plenty of time to take in every part of her, to make her mine in all the ways that count. Right now is about her. Only her.
I see the way her throat works when she swallows. She’s nervous, but there’s no need for that. Tonight is about making her come with my lips and tongue.
“I want—need—you unhinged for me, screaming out my name, clawing at my flesh.”
“God, Sterling.” She breathes the words out, her chest rising and falling as her arousal increases.
I can’t help but growl low, this animal in me breaking free, coming undone. It wants out, wants to make Wynter fe
el so fucking good.
I move an inch closer. “I’m so fucking ready for you. I want to devour every part of you, want to see you break free and not worry about a thing.” I can see how she trembles for me. “You want me to make you feel good, to make you come using my mouth?” I want to hear her say she needs me. That she craves for me to taste her just as badly as I do . . .”Tell me how much you want to be mine. Tell me how much you want my mouth all over your body, Wynter.”
She closes her eyes and moans.
It’s music to my fucking ears.
“Look at me.” I need to see her expression, her eyes as I make her feel good.
She opens her eyes and I tip her chin slightly up with my fingers.
Jesus. She’s gorgeous.
It takes all of my control not to just say fuck it and be with her, part those pretty thighs of hers and align my cock with her pussy. I want in her so damn badly, but I can wait. I can sure as fuck make this about her.
I watch as she licks her lips, and I can’t take my focus off the sight. The dirty fucking images slamming into my head make me harder than a rock.
I’m a dirty bastard for imaging her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around my dick, her gaze trained right on me.
I find myself grinding my cock against her, the sweet little sound she makes in response making me groan.
Growling, I lean forward and run my tongue along the seam of her lips, loving that she tastes so damn sweet. I am already addicted to her. I grind myself on her again. “You see what you do to me, how hard you make me?”
She makes this needy, desperate noise for me and I love it. I slip my hand behind her nape, curl my fingers into her soft flesh, and tilt her head to the side. My mouth waters for her, for her flavor, her taste.
“More,” she whispers.
I lean down and run my tongue along the side of her throat, feeling her pulse jack up higher, knowing she’s wet between her thighs.
She digs her nails into my skin and my cock jerks at the pain and pleasure I feel.
“That’s it, baby. I need that pain, need you to do that over and over until you can’t breathe.” I push her shirt up even more, and let my fingers skim along the underside of her breasts. Her skin tightens slightly, goosebumps forming on her creamy flesh. “I wish I hadn’t been an asshole, and would have claimed you all those years ago.”
“I wish I would have told you how I felt too,” she whispers.
I close my eyes, never having felt before like I can be broken in two by one person. I pull back then and go on my knees, staring down at her. Before anything else is said, I help her out of her pants and panties. “I want to see you, all of you. Show yourself to me, baby. Let me see how much you want this.”
Once she’s completely naked before me, my gaze slowly scans over her tight little body, taking in everything that is Wynter Lowe.
Fuck, I’ve waited so many damn years to see this beautiful sight right here in front of me.
I could take hours, even days just tasting and admiring her sexy as sin body, taking my time on each and every curve. I want to corrupt her with my tongue, make her feel all my fucking sins as she screams my name.
“Fuck yes, baby. I love you this way. Bared to me, ready for me to pleasure you.” I run my hand over her hips before reaching up to gently grab her throat, running my thumb over the slender column. “Once I taste you . . . you’ll know you’re mine. No other man will get a taste again. Do you want that? Do you understand that?”
My words have her releasing a small gasp, her breasts quickly rising and falling.
“More than you know.”
The savage beast inside me has me letting out a deep growl, showing her without words she’s mine.
I’ll protect her and take care of her in every fucking way possible.
But I need to know that she can handle my roughness in the bedroom. I need to know that she can handle all that I can give her because there’s no changing me.
I’m Sterling Fucking Locke ’til the day I motherfucking die.
Her gaze locks with mine and stays there as I grip her thighs, roughly spreading them open even wider.
“Fuck me, Wynter . . .” I say to myself.
Seeing how wet her bare pussy is for me has me digging my fingers into her flesh as I lift her bottom half up to meet the tip of my tongue.
A moan escapes her lips the moment I run my tongue along her sensitive pussy, slowly tasting her arousal before sucking her clit into my mouth and growling against it.
Her hands immediately grip at the sheets, her body shaking below me from the vibration of my mouth against her pretty little pussy as I suck and lick it in ways I’m positive she’s never experienced.
“No man has ever licked or fucked you the way I will, baby. That’s a fucking promise.”
I grip her ass tighter and swirl my tongue around her clit one last time, before I quickly flip her over and spread her ass cheeks, running my tongue along her pussy more.
The way her body jerks beneath me shows me I was right. No man has ever licked her the way I am.
“This pussy . . .” I run my tongue along her soaking wet pussy, causing her to moan out my name and bury her face into the bed. “This is mine. And this sweet little asshole . . .” I reach up with one hand and run my thumb over her tight asshole. “Is mine too. I’ll take every inch of your body once I’m sure you can handle me.”
Panting, she sticks her ass further out for me, her body beginning to shake as I circle my thumb around her asshole, while tasting her pussy at the same time.
My cock is so fucking stiff from the sweet taste of her on my tongue that I can feel it practically ready to burst from my jeans.
I’ve never been harder in my damn life.
After a few minutes of making her squirm below me, I grip her hips with both hands and slip my tongue inside her pussy, slowly pumping it in and out of her.
Me fucking her with my tongue has her body collapsing from pleasure, but I hold her up and continue to pleasure her.
If her body has this kind of reaction from my tongue alone, fuck me, I can’t wait to see how it reacts to my cock taking her.
“Sterling . . .” she moans.
I roughly suck her clit into my mouth and growl again, knowing her body will thrash out, needing release.
“Holy . . . ahhhh . . . fuck . . . keep going,” she pants. “Just . . . don’t stop.”
Knowing that she’s close, I swirl my tongue around her clit then move up to lick her ass before shoving my tongue into her pussy again.
The combination has her body jerking below me as her sweet release coats my tongue.
I take my time licking her cunt one last time. She buries her face into my bed and pants my name over and over again as her orgasm washes through her.
Before she has time to catch her breath, I’m gripping her waist, flipping her back over, and pulling her on top of me so she’s lying on my chest.
Now that I’ve taken care of her sexually, I want to take care of her emotionally.
I’ve never cared about a woman’s emotional needs until Wynter. I’m not gonna lie; I’ve been a fucking dick when it comes to women. Because none of them have been her.
“What now?” she asks, still sounding completely out of breath.
I run my fingers through her hair and kiss the top of her head. “Now I hold you while you rest. Tomorrow . . .” I tighten my hold on her. “I take care of the assholes who hurt you.”
“What about your needs, Sterling?” She looks up at me, our gazes locking as she runs her fingertips over my chest. “I want to take care of you, too.”
I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath, slowly releasing it. My cock may hate me later for this, but I know damn well that she’s exhausted and just needs a day of rest. This isn’t about me. “I’m a man. My needs can wait until after you’re taken care of.” I kiss her head again before looking up at the ceiling. I plan to take this time to think of all the savage ways I can hurt those
motherfuckers for hurting her. “Just close your eyes and know that I’m here to take care of you. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to eat dinner.”
She nods and yawns, while gripping me so damn tightly that it has my heart skipping a few beats.
Wynter is mine and in the way that she’s holding me, I know without a doubt that she knows it too and wants it just as badly as I do.
WYNTER
I wake up to the gentle pressure of fingers along my bare arm. I stretch, the sense of completeness filling me.
The first thing that comes to mind is how Sterling made me feel, how he brought me to pleasure over and over again, focusing solely on me. He hadn’t even wanted me to take care of him, hadn’t wanted me to finish him off.
That had to take strength and self-control on his part.
I roll over onto my back and see Sterling watching me, this intense expression on his face. He’s focused right on me, his gaze locked on mine, his fingers still dancing across my flesh.
“I hated to wake you, but you need to eat.”
I push myself up and move the hair out of my eyes. Just then my stomach growls and I can’t help but chuckle. My cheeks heat, and I glance over at Sterling once more. He’s wearing a small smile. It looks good on him.
“Ace is cooking, so we might actually get to eat properly tonight.” He laughs harder and I can’t help but smile wider.
“Let me just wash my face and get cleaned up.” I get up and grab my clothes. I head into the bathroom, turn the faucet on, and splash the cool water on my face. It feels good, refreshing. But it doesn’t get rid of the heat that is still a constant presence inside of me.
The truth is I always have this heat because of Sterling. And especially after what he did just hours ago, it feels like an inferno burning inside of me.
When I leave the bathroom he’s leaning against the bedroom door, his focus on me, his arms crossed over his chest and causing his biceps to bulge. He’s so big and strong, so powerful.
He’s a man in all the ways that count.
When I get up to him he embraces me and pulls me in for a hug. For long seconds all he does is hold me, his big hand spanning my lower back, this feeling of security and safety filling me.
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