Disconnect

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  Her eyes flutter shut and she leans into my hand. “Thank you.”

  If we don’t get out of here, I’m going to have her naked and bent over the couch in the next few seconds. Normally, that’s great, but I want to make her night special. Maybe I’m feelin’ some guilt over taking her away from the “normal” things she should be experiencing at her age.

  When we get to my bike, she eyes the saddlebags and compression pack strapped to the back, but doesn’t ask any questions. Fuckin’ love the way she trusts me.

  I take her back to the state park we’ve been to before. This time it’s too chilly for skinny-dippin’.

  “Oh, Dante, it’s so pretty here at night,” she gasps as she hands me her helmet. Of course, she kicks off her shoes and runs for the water. “Not tonight, baby girl. Too cold.”

  She purses her lips into a playful pout and comes running back to me as I’m unstrapping the bags. “What’s that?” she asks.

  “Sleepin’ bags.”

  “We’re staying?”

  “Yeah, isn’t that supposed to be what prom’s all about, staying out all night?”

  Her wide eyes and parted lips stop me. That face fucks me up every fucking time. We find a good spot and I set everything down. She’s still watching me as I roll out the sleeping bag. “Is that big enough for both of us?” she whispers.

  “Yeah, babe.” I’ve had about all I can take tonight. From picking her up in that so-fucking-modest-it-made-me-crazy dress to the fuck-me eyes she’s giving me, I can’t wait another second. “Take your shirt off.”

  Her mouth pulls up in a half-smile. “But you said it was too cold.”

  “Take. It. Off.”

  She’s got some lacy, push-her-tits-up bra on and I tell her to leave it. Leaves crinkle under my feet as I move around and behind her. Other than her increased breathing, it’s the only sound. I run my fingers down the smooth line of her neck, over her collarbone and down to cup her tits. Her hard-as-bullets nipples are begging for my fingers. I pull the fabric enough to expose her to the night air and she hisses, leaning back so her head’s against my chest. She moans softly as I cup her tits in my hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers. “Did you miss me last night?” I whisper against her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Show me.”

  She struggles to turn, but I keep her in place. “Take your jeans down.” She can’t bend over, with me holding her like this, but she pushes them over her ass. I get a glimpse of juicy, round cheeks and pull away to take in her barely-there thong. My hands gently squeeze her tits to get her attention. “Who you wearin’ all this sexy underwear for?”

  “You.”

  My lips find her neck, kissing and sucking until she’s squirming. “Touch yourself.”

  “What?”

  “Slide your fingers down and touch your cunt.”

  She squeaks in surprise but does it. Too slow for my animal needs. I swat her hand away, and work two fingers inside her. “Like this, baby girl.” Her eyes are closed and I doubt she heard me. She’s too busy whimpering and bucking against my hand. I pull back to rub my wet fingers over her clit. “You like that, don’t you.”

  “Yes. So much.”

  “Good girl.” I keep playing her, fingers in her cunt, hand squeezing her tits until she comes on my hand. A soft, trembling orgasm. She sighs and keeps grinding into my hand. “Not enough, baby girl?”

  “God, no. More.”

  My dick’s begging for release and I can’t deny it any longer. We tumble down onto the sleeping bag. My hands work her pants and sneakers off so fucking fast it isn’t funny. But she’s working my belt loose and shoving my pants down just as furiously. “You have any idea what you do to my fuckin’ dick?”

  “No. Show me.”

  Love the way my little bitch gets sassy when I’m about to fuck her. “Spread those legs wide and let me in.” I’m lost as I force myself inside. “Take it.”

  “Give me.” Love how she begs for my dick. Then we’re just animals, grunting, thrusting, and pounding. Her hands grip my shoulders and slide down my arms. “Harder.”

  “I fuck you any harder, you’re gonna be in the ground,” I grunt even as I slam into her. Her hands leave my arms to grip my face, pulling me down for a kiss. I kiss her long, hard, and deep. We keep sucking and nipping at each, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. And I’ve experienced a lot.

  I love her.

  Fuck.

  The burning want has nothing to do with how hot a fuck she is. I need her. All of her. A man like me. This girl. There’s no going back from here. Not after her. No bitch would ever measure up.

  We come together in a frantic, screaming rush.

  “Baby girl, look at me.” She opens her eyes, but I can’t meet them. I kiss her forehead instead.

  “I love you.”

  “Oh, my God.”

  And I burst into tears. Not just any tears, but breathless, ugly tears. It’s too much. Too many years of loneliness and hurt. Underneath all that an all-consuming—

  “I love you too,” I whisper.

  This is happening. We don’t make sense.

  Except we do.

  “Why you cryin’?” he asks as he kisses my tears away.

  Oh, my God. This man who is so restrained and downright frightening letting go. Telling me he loves me. “I don’t know.” The words come out garbled between hiccups.

  “You love me though?”

  Hic. “Yeah.”

  “Good.”

  I hook my legs around him and pull him closer. His lips find my forehead again. “Baby, I’m spent.” He presses more kisses against my cheeks and over the tops of my breasts. Lazily pushing in and out of me as if he doesn’t want to leave.

  We still stay that way. Eventually, Dante moves us into the sleeping bag.

  In the middle of the night, I wake up with my teeth chattering. “Dante,” I whisper, trying to snuggle closer. Trying to crawl inside his warmth. “I’m cold.”

  “I’ll warm you up,” he rasps, entering me again. I’m sore from how rough we were before, but he goes at a sleepy pace until the warm glow of pleasure pulses through me. “Better?”

  “Yes.”

  There’s no frenzy this time. It’s soft, sweet, and sleepy sex. He comes with a loud groan.

  “Warmer?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Let’s go home.”

  We pack up and leave the park in the middle of the night. Just as we pull up to the house, the sun’s starting to rise. “We should have stayed at the park,” I whisper as we walk up the stairs.

  “We’ll do it again.”

  And I hope it’s true.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  The world keeps right on spinning. I finally told my girl how I feel about her. She feels the same and that’s that. I end up having to make another run and Luck gets stuck staying at my house. This time at least I’m home early. I find him half asleep stretched out on my couch.

  “How’s she doin?”

  “Fine, went up to bed a while ago.” He sits up and lifts his chin at me. “How was it?”

  “Same old.”

  He runs his fingers through his hair until it’s standing up. “Shit, she’s sweet.”

  And I just stare.

  “Sorry,” he mumbles and looks away.

  “It’s fine. We hear anything about Hemi?”

  That’s a good topic.

  “No. It’s fuckin’ bullshit how he can disappear into thin air. Unless someone’s giving him shelter and lying to our fuckin’ faces.”

  Yeah, I’ve been considering that angle myself.

  “I’m thinking of taking a ride up to Bolt’s.”

  Luck’s eyebrow goes up. “I wouldn’t go alone, brother. We got peace with the Savage Dragons right now, but who knows. Smallest thing could set that off.”

  “How’s Amy’s ass,” I ask, just to be a dick.

  He snorts and looks away. “Fine. She’s a good girl. But she

’s not the type of sub I’m looking for.”

  I may be dumber than fuck. It takes a second to get what he’s trying to say. Then it makes sense why the fuck he was flogging the shit out of Amy hours after spending the night here.

  With my girl.

  “Karina is?” I ask quietly. It’s not much of a question. I already know the answer.

  “No, brother.”

  He’s got enough respect for me to lie. It’s weird, but I’m not pissed. Anyone else hinted at that shit would be getting the ever-loving fuck kicked out of him right now.

  “We’ll talk about it another time. I’m fuckin’ beat. You can stay if you want.”

  “Nah, I’ll head out.”

  My girl’s sound asleep when I make it upstairs. Curled up on her side. Just the barest glimpse of her ass in the dull moonlight gets my dick hard. Or maybe it’s knowing my brother’s lusting after my girl.

  Doesn’t matter. She’s gettin’ woken up either way.

  Dante slides into bed. And even though I don’t think he meant to, the motion wakes me. He rolls over sliding his hand under my shirt and over my hip. My body shies away. “Why ain’t you sleepin’ naked?” he rasps against my shoulder.

  I turn more and pull my knees up to my chest. “Can’t.”

  His big hand slides to my back, rubbing and kneading. Oh, why is he torturing me like this? A shiver of delight hardens my nipples. As if he’s in tune with my body, he reaches over and cups my breast, rolling and teasing my nipple until I moan.

  “Dante, stop.”

  “No. Want my girl. Come here.”

  “I can’t.”

  He hooks his arm around my waist and yanks me to him. Oh God, the hard, hot length of him is poking into my back. I want. My pussy throbs with need.

  “Why?” he demands.

  “It’s my time of the month,” I whisper, completely mortified.

  His body shakes against mine, and he slides my hair off my shoulder. Soft lips kiss and lick at my neck. “Baby, I don’t give a fuck,” he whispers in my ear.

  My body shudders from the raw desire in his voice. “Real men ain’t scared of gettin’ a little war paint on their dicks,” he says.

  “Dante?”

  He slides his hands under my tank and urges me to sit up so he can take it off. Gently, he brushes his hands over the hard tips of my nipples. A soft moan leaves my throat and he growls against my back. “They sore, baby girl?”

  “No,” I whisper.

  “Want me to suck on ‘em?”

  God yes. But I remain quiet. I don’t want to get any more turned on than I already am. Getting excited only makes my cramping worse. I don’t know what the hell he meant by war paint on his dick, and I’m too afraid to find out.

  His lips press against my shoulder, traveling down until he flicks his tongue over one nipple and then the other.

  “Could suck on these like candy all night,” he whispers against my skin. He keeps licking, nipping and sucking, until I’m panting and squirming under him.

  “Baby girl wants my dick.”

  “No,” I moan, even as my hand slides down his stomach, brushing against the hard length of him.

  “Yeah, you do.” The bed rolls as he gets out. He comes out of the bathroom naked, hard cock leading the way, and a stack of towels in his hands. “I got towels and a shower, baby girl, so I’m gettin’ in that pussy. You got fifteen seconds to do whatever you gotta do and get back here ready to be fucked.”

  His words scare and excite me at the same time. I throw back the covers and race into the bathroom. When I return he’s standing by the side of the bed stroking his cock. I hesitate by the bathroom door and we stare at each other from across the room.

  “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby girl. Look like a fuckin’ angel with all that light behind you.” My heart kicks up at his words. “Come here.”

  Slowly, I make my way over. When I’m within arm’s reach, he yanks me to him. I gasp from the sudden rush of arousal pouring through me. He twists his hand into my hair, holding me for a deep kiss. A soft whimpering sound leaves me as he works me into a needy frenzy. Big hands gather my hair in a makeshift ponytail and he tugs.

  “Knees.”

  I realize there’s s folded towel on the floor and I drop to it.

  “Suck.”

  Thank god. Maybe this is all he wants and I happily wrap my mouth around his cock, moaning at how good he tastes. He hisses in a jagged breath when I take him all the way to the back of my throat, then uses my hair to pull me off him.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Get up on the bed.”

  “Dante, no. I’m all gross.”

  His hand tightens in my hair. “Nothin’ gross about you.”

  “I’m all crampy.”

  “An orgasm or two will help.”

  Thinking he’s kidding, I snort.

  “It’s Dante recommended.” His low voice makes my insides shiver. “Better than any Advil. Now, I want that pussy. Get. On. The. Bed.”

  Dear lord, when he uses that tone, there’s not a molecule in my body that wants to resist.

  He’s laid towels on the bed and I gingerly sit on the edge. He climbs on and pulls me down with him. One of his arms draws me close and his other hand kneads and plays with my breasts. “So, fucking perfect,” he whispers, dipping his head to suck and tease each nipple until I’m moaning and writhing.

  “That’s my girl. Missed you,” he murmurs against my lips, rolling me under him. His big, warm, rough body covers mine and a thrill runs through me. It’s dirty and wrong. But he’s got me wanting it so bad now, I don’t even care. His cock rubs up against my pussy, and he groans. “It’s gonna feel so good, baby. You’re all slick for me.”

  My cheeks heat up and I roll my eyes, making him chuckle. My laughter turns into a gasp as he pushes inside me in one, long, slow thrust.

  “Oh, oh, Dante. That’s…that—”

  “Feels good, baby girl?”

  “Yes,” I sob as he thrusts into me a little deeper.

  “You want more?”

  I shake my head. I can’t say it. It feels obscene and nasty, but so fucking good. “I feel so dirty,” I whisper.

  He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “Baby, I’m the filthiest fucker you’ll ever meet. You’re my dirty little girl. I love fuckin’ you any way I can get you. Don’t ever say no to me because you’re embarrassed. Got nothing to hide from me.” He growls the last part against my neck.

  I can’t answer, because he adjusts the angle of his hips and each time he slides into me, he brushes against my clit. “Oh, fuck. Dante, right there.”

  He rolls us so I’m on top. “Wanna watch you ride me, dirty girl. Get me filthy.” I’ve lost the ability to think or form any thoughts other than up, down, grind, harder, more. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Dante.”

  “Come for me. You feel so good, dirty girl. So fuckin’ warm and tight and slick. Come all over my cock for me.” Tingles of heat travel from my breasts, where he’s caressing and pinching the stiff tips. My orgasm pushes against me, pressure inside, trying to find a way out.

  “I can’t,” I pant out breathless and frustrated. Dante’s hand cups my chin, forcing me to look at him.

  “Yeah, you can. I’m right here. We got all night. Relax.” His hands cup my hips, urging me up and down. “Ride my dick.”

  “Fuck!” The tension breaks, swift and hard enough to bow my back until I feel the ends of my hair tickling Dante’s thighs.

  “That’s it, dirty girl. Don’t stop.” I keep moving. Couldn’t stop even if I wanted to and my orgasm continues. “Ah, ah, ah,” I gasp. And it hurts, but in the best way.

  I fall down over him and he chuckles against my hair, running his hands up and down my back, squeezing my ass, while pumping up into me. “Can you take me, baby girl?” he asks with a sexy growl. “Can you take more of my cock?”

  “Yes.” I can do anything if this feeling lasts.

  He hammers up, hard and fast, gripping and squeezing my ass. His jaw drops and he throws his head back, jerking into me with a deep groan. I feel closer to him than any one in my entire life.

  His eyes open and he smiles at me. I think I’m the only one he smiles for like that. “Kiss me, baby girl.” I shift and from the liquid squish of things, I can only imagine the mess we’ve made. As if he’s reading my mind, he puts his hand at the back of my head and takes his kiss. He rolls us again, pinning me underneath him. Staring down at me, he kisses my cheeks and forehead.

  “You good?” he asks.

  I nod. “So good.” I’m still tingly all over.

  He places one hand over my belly. “Still hurt?”

  “No,” I answer before realizing it’s true.

  “Let’s get cleaned up. Wait here.”

  I close my eyes, because I don’t even want to know. But I can hear him run through the room and start up the shower, then return for me. “Okay, dirty girl. Time to get clean.” He chuckles and scoops me up.

  The loving way he soaps me up in the shower is a complete contrast to the dirty way he just fucked me in the bedroom.

  When we’re clean and back in bed, he pulls me tight to his chest. “Need you to meet me at Romeo’s tomorrow. I got a car for you to look at.”

  “Okay. Thank you.”

  This man makes my head spin.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Romeo asked me to come help him work on a few cars this afternoon. Since I’m not in the habit of saying no to my president, and I plan to meet Karina here, that’s where I spend my day. The car he got for her is perfect. Newer than the last one. I also put a tracker in that shit. Ain’t risking losing my girl again.

  Three o’clock my dick’s hard, like it knows she’s about to show up.

  What do you know? Two minutes later, Athena’s car pulls into the parking lot. Romeo, moron that he is, swaggers out to meet her. Karina gives me an uninhibited kiss right there in front of everyone and I’m a happy fuck.

  Two seconds later, I’m a homicidal fucker.

  “Tucker, what’s up?” Romeo shouts to Karina’s father.

  Karina’s big blue eyes blink up at me. “Tucker?” Her gaze strays to her father and the two of them stare at each other. Then his eyes shoot to the possessive way I’m holding onto his daughter.

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