Dirty English

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

  I moved my attention to Elizabeth, who stood frozen as she watched me, her chest rising rapidly.

  Her eyes suddenly widened. “Your hands are bleeding.”

  I looked down, realizing I must have cut them when I’d hit the ground running.

  She picked them up to inspect them and dabbed at them with the end of her tank. “This is crazy. We need to get you to the ER.”

  My first instinct was to pull away from her touch, especially since my hands were swollen from fighting, but I didn’t move, the heat of her body intoxicating. She smelled like lemons or something fruity and I wanted to pull her to me and inhale deeply. “I’m fine,” I said gruffly.

  “You’re not fine!” she snarled. Angry.

  God, I loved that fire in her eyes.

  “Why do you care so much anyway?”

  She puffed up even more, blue eyes flashing as she dropped my hand and took a step back. I took in the soft curves of her breasts as she crossed her arms, the way her throat moved when she swallowed. My body tightened, my cock hardening. I told myself it was the usual leftover adrenaline, where I felt like I could fuck forever, but it was all her.

  I wanted her, my pride be damned. All the turmoil from the past few days disappeared, and she was all that mattered.

  I turned to Dax. “Go get my car. It’s three blocks east of here in an open lot on Chester Street. Key’s on the top of the driver’s side tire.” I paused. “And give us a few minutes before you come back.”

  He rose up, his eyes jumping between me and Elizabeth. “Okay,” he said uncertainly. “You guys good here in the alley? Elizabeth?”

  I cocked an eye at her, letting her see the heat in my gaze. You are mine, it said. “You okay alone with me?” I asked, a twist to my lips, daring her to say no.

  She nodded and Dax ran off into the darkness, but neither one of us watched him leave, both of us wrapped up in each other. She was still angry, and I was just horny.

  “Declan—” she started.

  “Come here.”

  She licked her lips. “Why?”

  “I’ve been fighting, my blood is practically boiling, and I need you … now.”

  Her nose flared and the pulse in her neck kicked up. I wasn’t alone in this, and I was done rolling over and giving up on her.

  If she wouldn’t come to me, then I’d go to her.

  I wiped the blood from my hands on my shorts until most of it was gone, seeing that my cuts weren’t as bad as I’d thought. My bruises would probably be worse. I glanced up to see her watching me. I moved closer to her until I had her backed her up against the metal building behind her, but I kept a few inches between us as I propped both arms up on either side of her head.

  “Now ask me to kiss you,” I said, staring down at her.

  She panted, her eyes filling up with darkness, her pupils telling me the truth. Her top teeth bit into her plump lower lip, and my eyes went straight there. I was going to suck that mouth hard tonight, and she’d beg for more.

  “Are you hot for me, Elizabeth? Did watching me fight get you excited?”

  She closed her eyes and shuddered as if just the sound of my voice got her off.

  “Are you?” I asked again. “Because I want you so bad I can’t even think straight. I see you walk across campus or on your balcony and I want to run to you. I see you in class and, shit, I want to scoop you up and kiss you until you can’t breathe. I think about you in your bed at night all alone and I want to slip inside, crawl in your sheets, and hold you. Fuck you.”

  I ran my fingertips across her lips. She moaned, her tongue dipping out to taste my skin. “Would you like that?”

  She nodded, her eyes still closed, her neck arching up to mine. “Kiss me, please, Declan.”

  “No. You kiss me. I need to know you want this too.”

  She made a whimpering sound in her throat and moved her mouth a whisper away. Blood pounded in my body as she looped her hands around my neck and arched up to press her lips against mine. She was tentative, like the first kiss she’d given me, but I wasn’t having any of that. Groaning in satisfaction, I gathered her closer using my forearms, my hunger rising with each stroke of her tongue against mine. The press of her breasts against my chest made my cock pulse with need. She sighed and gave into the deepness I wanted, her tongue rubbing against mine seductively, her breasts and hips pressed against mine as I rocked against her.

  “I want it all, Elizabeth.”

  Her hands grasped my shoulders and clung, her nails digging into my bare skin. “Me too.”

  We devoured each other, our lips searching cervices and hidden places. Our tongues tangled with open mouths.

  Fast and hot. Hurry, hurry.

  I nipped at her collarbone. “Take your shirt off. My hands are shit right now, and I’m trying to not get any blood on you.”

  “I don’t care. Touch me.” She lifted her shirt up at the hem and whipped it off, revealing a white lacy bra. My mouth went straight to her breasts, where I licked and bit her nipples through the material, the moisture soaking through, exposing her.

  She twisted and writhed against the building, her hands tangling in my hair.

  “You feel so good,” she murmured, her hands sweeping across my chest. “Can I touch you? Are you hurting anywhere?”

  “Not right now.”

  Her hands drifted across my chest, tracing down to my navel, the softness of her touch driving me crazy. She stopped at my waistband and I tossed my head back.

  Yes, baby, yes.

  “Wait,” I said and reached inside to take off my cup, throwing it on the ground.

  She slipped her hand in my shorts and fisted the pillar of my cock and pumped me, her fingers ghosting over the head, making me hiss.

  “I love this … the sounds you make, how you look at me like I’m the only girl in the world,” she said.

  “All for you.” I ripped the button on her skirt with my thumbs and shoved it down, my eyes heavy as I took her in with her lacy bra and panty set.

  She curled a leg around my hips to pull me back, and I went with her up against the wall again, my hips holding her hostage.

  “It’s damn inconvenient, but once again I don’t have a condom,” I said around her breasts, my mouth moving from one to the other, sucking the globes deep inside my mouth.

  “You trying to get me pregnant?” She let out a breathless laugh.

  I froze.

  She whimpered. “I was kidding. I trust you.”

  I trust you …

  So many things hit me at once. Her pregnancy comment, and how the thought of putting my seed in her to make a baby didn’t freak me out like I thought it would. The way her body felt against mine. How I’d been waiting for this moment forever. I rested my forehead against her face. “Look at me. I mean really look at who I am.”

  Her face softened. “I am.”

  “I’m the guy who’s going to take you up against this wall. I’m going to bury my cock in you and own your body and you’re going to love it. But I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.”

  She smiled. “I know.”

  I grimaced. “It’s killing me that I can’t put my fingers in you. Is my mouth okay?”

  Her eyes glittered with heat. “Are you kidding me? Yes. Please use your mouth.”

  I fell to my knees and tossed one of her legs over my shoulder as she arched back. She was soaked, and I centered on her nub, my tongue coaxing and flirting with her core, mimicking the motions of what my cock would soon be doing inside her.

  My hands itched to touch her sheath, to delve into its sweetness, but instead I cupped her breasts and squeezed. She gasped out my name and swiveled toward me. More.

  She pulled my head back and stared down at me, a wild look in her eye. “Declan, please. I can’t wait any longer.”

  I stood, my hands picking her up as her legs went around me. I knifed inside her, and my body sang in relief, the intense pleasure of sliding into her making me yell out.

  “
I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered in her neck as I pumped gently, easing in more and more of my length.

  “You won’t,” she whispered.

  I pumped soft then hard, seating myself until I was all the way in.

  Her fingers dug in my shoulders and spurred me on, her small hips jerking to get more, her body clenching and sucking me.

  I roared. She was mine, and I knew I’d never want another girl for the rest of my life like this. Using my chest, I pressed her further into the wall and pounded her with an unflinching rhythm, my cock bursting already to come. She felt so damn good bareback, her hot, velvet core wet with need. I hammered in and out, thrusting with powerful strokes. She moaned when I locked my arms on either side of her, holding her tight so I could angle down to press my pelvis against her sensitive skin. I rocked against her nub, my hands cupping her arse, positioning her to take every single deliberate stroke.

  She tugged at my hair and yanked my face up to hers. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

  “Never.”

  I snatched her lips and kissed her roughly while she clung to my scalp, her fingers digging in. My mouth went deep over hers.

  The sounds of us, her gasps, my grunts, the smacking of our bodies …

  “You, all for you.”

  She screamed out her orgasm, her legs locking around my hips.

  I let out a shout as I came inside her, the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt shuddering through me, a wave of heat and desire and need that culminated in one burst of sensation. My body rippled and jerked with aftershocks, and I panted over her, my chest heaving like I’d run a marathon.

  HE HANDED OVER my skirt and shirt, a little smile on his full lips as he watched me dress. I took my time, liking his hot gaze on me as I slipped them back on, my legs and arms loose from our crazy sex.

  “Orgasm aside, I’m really pissed at you right now.”

  He speared me with a cocked eyebrow as he adjusted his shorts. “Do I have to ask?”

  “That fight,” I called out, getting worked up again at his blasé attitude. “You’re taking a huge risk for money, I get that, but if you get caught you can go to jail. It might be hard to run a business from a cell, Declan.”

  “You’re gorgeous when you get your knickers in a twist, you know that?”

  I crossed my arms. Why was it so hard to be mad at him? He raked his gaze over me and rubbed his jaw, that intense look on his face like he was going to devour me. Again.

  He grinned. “I almost got my arse kicked, and I don’t even give a damn because we’re going back to my flat for the next round. I want you naked and in my bed, and I’m going to make love to you until you aren’t mad at me anymore.” He reached out and tentatively touched my face with his swollen hands.

  Well. I couldn’t say no to that.

  WE DROPPED DAX off at the Tau house and then went to Declan’s apartment. He immediately went to the bathroom to clean up the blood and wash out the cuts. Dax and I had tried to get him to stop by the ER, but he refused, saying he’d had worse, and in the long run, it meant less questions being asked.

  Speaking of questions, even though we’d had make-up sex in the alley, I still didn’t know where things stood between us.

  I’d been rummaging through his fridge when I heard him shout from the bathroom. I tore open the door and found Declan pouring a bottle of antiseptic over his hands. Bruises that I hadn’t seen in the alley before, ugly, purple splotches, decorated his ribs and back.

  Anger filled me. Dammit, I wanted to kill the Yeti. Declan wouldn’t even be paid for this fight. My hands fluttered around him. “You can’t do this again. Please tell me you won’t.”

  “We’re getting in this shower together, and there will be very little talking involved.”

  Oh, he was frustrating. I put my hands on my hips. “No.”

  He didn’t say anything as he packed up his gauze and put it back in the cabinet, his face a mask. With his back to me, he shoved his shorts down, his back rippling with hard muscle as he bent over to turn on the shower. Water beat down, tapping on the ceramic.

  “What? You’re just going to ignore me now?” I huffed, part of me lusting after his body, the other part of me wanting to smother him with my pitiful nursing abilities.

  “If we’re going to do this thing …” My voice trailed off when he bent over to get a towel, his forearm brushing against the skin on my shoulder. I hissed. God, he was beautiful.

  “And I know you’re trying to distract me, so just stop being all sexy and listen to me—”

  He stepped in the shower and closed the glass door, effectively cutting me off.

  I huffed and paced around, mulling.

  Why was he so stubborn?

  I came to a stop. It was no wonder we were in love with each other; we were just alike, neither one of us willing to budge.

  I stopped in my tracks. My heart jackhammered. Love? Had I just thought love?

  I realized a thousand things at once, as if they’d been there the entire time, just waiting for me to see them. Of course it was love.

  Loving Declan was like the rain storms I loved to dance in. Crazy and unpredictable, sometimes turbulent, sometimes gentle. I didn’t know if I was going to be struck by lightning, but one thing was for sure, I wanted him anyway. Fighting and all. Somehow we’d make it all work. If he could accept my past and love me anyway, then I sure as hell could handle whatever the future brought for us.

  I’d wasted so much time with my one-night stands and rules about life. It had never been about proving to myself I could be normal and have sex and not let Colby win. For two years, I’d been punishing myself. I’d hunkered down in my grief and tried to end it all. Why had I let a mere boy destroy me?

  I’d been scared for too damn long, denying myself the pleasure of falling, of that feeling you get when butterflies go crazy in your tummy. I’d been shoving them down, swallowing them whole.

  Not anymore.

  I jerked my shirt off and then my skirt, my hands ripping at my bra and panties. My body was already throbbing with arousal, but more than that—we needed to talk.

  I yanked open the glass door. “Do not shut me out. I have something to tell you …”

  I stopped and swallowed. He was wet, his hair slicked down as water coasted lazily down his throat to his chest, past the V in his hips and right to his hard-as-steel length.

  I stepped inside and shut the door. I sensed something big—other than the size of his appendage.

  “Are you ready to risk your heart, Elizabeth?” he said softly, watching me.

  “Wha—what?”

  He sent me a heavy look, laced with heat. “Right now, in this shower, you are going to tell me exactly how you feel about me.”

  I shivered at the authority in his voice. “Is that an ultimatum?”

  He stroked his hard length, eyes on my face. “Do you want this?”

  Yes.

  But first …

  “This—this is going to sound really weird, but …” I swallowed, getting my nerve up. I mean, I thought he was in love with me, but was he? I sucked in a sharp breath and gathered my courage. Be brave. “I—I have a mountain to climb in life, and I want you next to me. I want you to walk up it with me—behind me to give me a push or next to me when I need to hold your hand. And when there’s a jungle there, I want you to fight with me. We’ll have machetes, and it will be tough some days when I try to figure out who I am and what I need, but with you next to me, it’ll be okay. I want you to carry me when I’m tired, and I’ll carry you when you’re tired. I want you to rub my fingers when I’ve worked a hard day making pretty things, and I’ll rub your muscles when they get hurt. I want to be the blanket that covers you when you are cold. Or vice versa. I want all of it—all the blood, sweat, and tears—no matter what dream you decide to follow. I’m here. Forever. I love you.”

  “Unicorn Girl, God, I love you too.” Tears misted in his eyes and he blinked them away as I did a double t
ake. He wasn’t the kind of guy who’d ever cry. He gathered me in his arms and kissed me deeply, his mouth soft and tender.

  After a while, we pulled back. “And I’m sorry for ignoring you for the past few days and not seeing what was right in front of my face. I—I was scared.”

  He kissed my nose. “I knew you loved me—or I hoped you did. You couldn’t stand it when you saw me at Cadillac’s with Lorna. Hell, you couldn’t stand it when I deliberately flirted with her in class just to get you going. But you rejected me, and shit, it felt like you’d knifed me in the gut. I never want to have that feeling again. I never want to be without you by my side. And I hate to bring up Nadia, but you have to know that I never loved her—not really. Not like this need I have for you, to sink into you and never come up for air.”

  My heart filled with emotion, and I battled my own tears.

  He sighed, his face softening. “The moment that dragonfly landed on you, I knew you were going to rock my world. It was my mum, telling me to see you.”

  I traced my fingers across the tattoo on his neck. This beautiful Brit was hers. “Nothing matters without you. My past, my rules. It all seems so unimportant now.”

  He picked me up and kissed me while I laughed against his lips. “This shower is kinda on the small side. Let’s get out and get in the bed.”

  His slippery fingers skimmed down to cup one of my breasts, his touch circling closer and closer to my nipple. “Always in a rush,” he teased, his fingers finally making contact with the nerve endings on my nipple. I hissed, the sound reflecting part torture, part pleasure.

  I encircled my arms around his neck and leaned back, giving him more room to play, more skin to see. He slid his hands down to my waist and toyed with my bellybutton.

  “I’ll never have enough of you. I think about this constantly,” he said, easing his hand down further to palm me. “When I fought, when I worked out, when I ate, when I was in class. All I wanted was you under me and whispering how much you can’t live without me.”

  He slid a finger inside me. “This. You. Me. I want it forever.”

  I didn’t give him a reprieve either. I knew what made him sweat, my hands coasting over his chest, flicking at his nipples with my nail, making him groan.