by Nicole Fox
It felt like someone had been here while she'd been away. The whole place just seemed . . . off. But, like they hadn't cared about putting everything back the correct way.
Dread began to fill her. What if the intruder was still here? Waiting for her. Maybe he was going to pounce when her guard was down. For the first time, she wished she owned a gun. Or even a baseball bat.
But that didn't make any sense. She shook her head. She hadn't heard anything since she'd walked in, not even the neighbors. As small as this place was, and as thin as the walls were, there was no chance anyone could hide in here without her knowing it. A sneeze from the walkway woke her up sometimes.
She went back into the bedroom, her senses keen to take in any more small changes. She looked around, but didn't spot anything out of sorts, at first.
Then, she saw it.
On her nightstand. A piece of notebook paper folded over in half.
Sara walked over and picked it up, opened it. A short note was scrawled in black ink across the sheet: “Gonna start sleeping here myself if rent don't get paid soon.”
Her mouth dropped open.
She couldn't believe he'd invade her privacy like that! What kind person would do that to someone else? Unbidden tears began to form in her eyes.
She crumpled the note up into a tight wad and stalked out into the living room just as there was knock on her door. “Who is it?” she called out.
“Danny.”
Thank god, she thought. If it had been Martin, she didn't know what she'd have done, how she would have protected herself. She flew to the door, flipped the deadbolts, and threw it open.
Danny stood there, just as sexy as ever, with his tight tee shirt, tight jeans, and Fallen Knights vest. He took one look at her and knew something was the matter. “Tell me what's going on,” he said, his voice full of iron, as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
She tried to hold back the tears. She really did. But, having him appear just like that, just like a knight in shining armor. She couldn't help it. She just broke down, and let all her tears go. She buried her face in his chest, sobbing as all her money problems, family problems, and the argument with Penny came spewing out in one bawling explosion.
He took it in stride, though. He soothed her as best he could, stroking her hair as she began to explain.
Chapter Thirteen
Danny
The more Sara told him, the more upset Danny got. His chest tightened up, his eyes became narrower, his blood boiled at a faster pace.
He didn't know why her story was affecting him the way it did. It shouldn't have, that was for damn sure. After all, this was about fucking and making a baby, not about being in a goddamn relationship. But, even though his head was saying he shouldn't be getting this upset, the rest of him was screaming for blood.
Another knock came at the door. Sara stopped mid-sentence, her gaze swiveling towards the front entrance. “I think that might be him,” she whispered. “Please, just let me handle this.”
“Fuck no,” Danny grumbled. “I'll do this.”
“I'm not your girlfriend, Danny Reynolds,” she said as she got up and crossed to the door. There wasn't anything mean about the way she said. It was just a statement of fact.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. “Hi Martin,” she said as she opened the door a crack. “Saw your note just now. Nice of you to stop by . . . again. And so soon.”
Danny ground his teeth together. She shouldn't have to be dealing with this motherfucker. It should have been him doing the talking.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Martin said, his voice nasal and whiny. “Glad you got it, kiddo. Let it serve as your notice, okay? I want you caught up by the end of the week, or you got two choices. You can be out on yer ass, alone. Or you can be on yer back, with a partner.”
Danny stood up and started to pace. His hands were fists at his side. Fuck this guy. Fuck him and his stupid fucking rent. And fuck him for threatening to take back-rent in sex. Sara wasn't his ol' lady, but Danny would be damned if some sniveling piece of shit like this was going to take advantage of her or anyone else.
But, especially not Sara. Not the future mother of his child.
“What?” Sara asked, raising her voice. “Look, I paid you what you wanted, didn't I? I put off my other bills, so I could get caught up with -”
He cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Nah, I changed my mind, alright? Landlords are like women, got it? It's our prerogative to change our minds. I need the money by the end of the week, kiddo.”
That was it. That was enough for Danny. He crossed to the door in two big steps, ripped it out of Sara's hand and threw it open.
The door bounced off the drywall with a loud thunk as Sara and Martin both stepped back. Only Martin had a surprised look of terror on his face.
Danny was on him like a rabid dog. “You listen to me, you white trash cocksucking son-of-a-fucking-bitch,” he yelled as he grabbed Martin by the collar of his sleazy wife-beater and slammed him against the neighbor's front door.
Martin threw his hands up defensively, tried to shield his face.
Danny shook him like a pitbull shaking a rat, thumping his head back against the apartment door. “You leave Sara alone, you hear me? Her rent's fucking paid as of now! You're messing with the Fallen Knights!”
“O-o-o-okay,” Martin stuttered out, his hands still up in front of his face.
Danny gave him another shake. “We take care of our own, you shifty fuckface. You come near her again, you even fucking think of her, me and my crew will come down on you like a ton of pissed-off bricks.”
“Y-y-yes, I got it.”
Danny grinned into his face, into the terror there. “Yes what?”
“Sir? Yes sir?”
“Give me your wallet, Martin.”
“Wh-what? Why? You going to rob me?”
He shook the landlord again. “Give me your fucking wallet.”
Martin reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He held it up for him to take.
“Let me see your ID.”
Martin flipped it open with his shaky hands and held it so Danny could glance down and see it.
“3522 Culver Dr., huh?”
The landlord nodded.
“Nice place over there,” Danny growled. “Ms. Kowalski still live down at the end of the block?”
He nodded again, realization dawning in his eyes. “You know where I live?”
“I do now, Martin,” Danny said with a wicked, sadistic grin. “You come within twenty feet of Sara, I'll make sure you understand the meaning of pain. The deep, philosophical meaning of it. You get me?” He shook the man again, just to impress his point a little further.
“Y-y-yes,” Martin stammered out.
Danny sniffed the air. What was that smell? He looked down at the wet spot that had formed at the front of Martin's jeans. He looked up knowingly and caught Martin's eye. “I think I've made myself clear.”
The landlord nodded fiercely. “Yes. Yes, you have.”
“Good,” Danny said and released him. “Now. Fuck. Off.”
Martin scrabbled away from him, in his hurry knocking himself all over the neighbor's wall. Still looking back at Danny in wide-eyed fear, he slipped on the concrete, but caught himself and came up running.
Danny hollered after him. “Say hi to Ms. Kowalski for me!” He watched him hop in his old, beat-up truck and pull away with a screech of burnt rubber.
When he was gone, Danny turned his attention back to Sara's apartment. He walked back through the open door and shut it behind him. A wave of satisfaction washed over him. At least there were some problems he could manage to solve.
Sara was standing there, shock and surprise on her face.
He scratched the back of his head, wondering if he'd maybe overdone it a little bit. Sometimes, though, you had to act that way to protect your own, to keep them safe. He hoped he hadn't scared her too badly.
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sp; “Look,” he said, as she came up to him, “I'm sor-”
She cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips. “Shut up.”
“I -” Danny started.
“I said shut up.” She grabbed him by the hand and led him back into her room. She turned to him as she brought him to a halt beside the bed. “I want to thank you.”
“Oh,” Danny said. “You -”
But, she was already down on her knees in front of him, unbuckling his jeans and tugging at the zipper.
He let her drag his jeans and underwear down to his knees. He looked down at her, her perfect heart-shaped face, as she gazed longingly up at him. He was already twitching to life.
She looked down at his cock, took it in her hand, then looked back up at him and kissed the tip softly. She snaked her tongue out and swirled it around the head, wetting it, then took it into her mouth.
Danny's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation. He wondered why they hadn't been doing this the whole time. He could feel himself coming to full attention already.
Sara stroked him as he hardened in her hand, and continued her swirling tongue bath. After a moment, she withdrew her lips and pressed them to the underside, groaning as she began to stroke him with her mouth.
His hands wandered down to her hair. Most girls that gave him head, they wanted him to grab hold and take charge. Some even begged for it. He didn't want to with Sara, though. She knew what she was doing, and he wanted her to pleasure him the way she was comfortable. So, instead, he just stroked her hair.
Done teasing him to full length, she took him into her mouth. Danny moaned as she enveloped him in her wet warmth, as her tongue circled around his cock and her teeth gently grazed over his skin. He'd thought she was all prim and proper, before. Now, as she took care of him so expertly and eagerly, he wasn't sure.
She would draw him all the way in, then pull him all the way out. Each time she moved forward, she'd force the tip of his cock to part her velvety smooth lips.
His knees felt weak each time, as pleasure shot up from his toes to the tips of his fingers.
She took his cock from her mouth and replaced it with her hand. She stroked up and down as she angled him in such a way that she could get to his balls. She sucked first one, then the other, into her mouth, tonguing him all over.
He groaned and moved his hips with each of her strokes. It had been so long since he'd had a blow job this good, he couldn't even remember who it had been from. Already, he could feel his cum building.
“Are you close?” she asked just before she started to lick up the underside of his shaft like a popsickle.
“Uh-huh,” Danny grunted.
She took him back into her mouth and, with her eyes back on his, began to bob her head up and down his shaft.
He reached down, caressed her cheek with his thumb. She looked so beautiful down there on her knees, her eyes so full of longing. He'd never been with a woman like this before. So strong, but with such a strange past. Then, it happened. He couldn't control his hips anymore and let out a low groan.
She took all of him in her mouth, sucking gently and swallowing with each load. When he was finished cumming in her mouth, she stood, daintily wiping a bit from her sultry, smiling lips.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he groaned as all the tension drained from his body. He'd never had a partner like her before. Never.
“Don't thank me yet,” she said, smiling as she reached up and began to unbutton her top, “cause we're not done.”
Chapter Fourteen
Sara
Sara dropped her clothes in a pool at her feet as Danny busily stripped out of his.
She'd never wanted a man more than she wanted Danny Reynolds right then. His taste, sweet and salty, was still in her mouth, and she wanted more of him. This wasn't just about making babies anymore. It was about making him hers. She stepped out of her panties and beckoned him to the bed with a crooked finger.
He came over to her, took her into his arms. His hard cock pressed into her belly as he crushed her body to his and took her mouth with his own. They kissed, their hands running across one another's bodies, as their tongues explored each other's mouths.
Danny broke the kiss and pushed her back onto the bed. He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge.
“What are you?” Sara gasped as he dragged her to him.
“Just returning the favor,” he said as he dropped to his knees and pulled her to his lips.
Oh, he was good, too. Anticipation filled her as he his goatee brushed along her skin and he wetly kissed her inner thigh, as his tongue tickled at her flesh. She tried to move her leg, but he held it firmly.
“Not till I say you can move.” His breath was hot on her sensitive skin as he spoke.
She moaned and spread her legs wider. “Can I at least do that?”
“That,” he said and gave the spot just above her clit a swift lick, “you can definitely do.” He went down on her like a pro, his tongue swirling on the outskirts of her clit, teasing her. He'd switch every few strokes and give her a lick on the lips, suck them into his mouth.
Helplessly, she ground herself into his beautiful mouth and tongue, as she threw her head back and moaned. “Oh, Danny, God that feels good.” She twisted her sheets in her clenched fists, amazed at how close she already was.
He spread her lips with one hand and began to tongue her clit, setting off explosions in her head.
She thrust her hips forward, wishing he'd never stop playing with her.
A finger slid in and began to stroke her g-spot.
Fireworks went off in her body, her muscles losing control as she writhed and screamed out her orgasm under his expert hand and tongue. She continued to grind on him, the pleasure mounting again as he brought her to a new level of pleasure.
He smiled against her lips, and brought a finger up to encircle her clit. “Like that?” he asked.
“Oh. My. God,” she said between gasps. “Are you ready again?”
“You gonna doubt me, babe?”
“No,” she said, panting for breath. “Never again. Come here and lay down.”
He laid down and took her in his arms again, pulled her against his hard body. He roamed over her with his hands, rubbing a palm over her nipples, lightly scratching her back, squeezing her ass. They kissed again, their tongues entwining as they held each other close.
After a long moment of this, and his hard cock sawing against her wet slit, Sara grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.
“What are you -?”
“My turn to be in control,” she said as she slid a leg over his hips, mounting him like he mounted his bike. She kept her eyes on his, gazing deep, as she reached beneath her and grabbed his cock. She pointed him at her pussy and began to lower herself.
Danny threw his head back, groaning as she slid down and engulfed him to the hilt. He grabbed her hips with both hands, squeezed her tight, and began to guide her up and down his full length.
Sara could hardly believe how close she was to another orgasm. She threw her head back, moaning as she felt him bottom out in her. Every stroke down, she ground her clit against the base of his cock, and every stroke up his cock dragged over her g-spot. She rubbed her breast, pulled lightly at her nipple, and continued to ride him like a stallion.
He continued to lift her off his cock, keeping a steady rhythm. Soon, though, he started to speed up. She could tell he was close to losing himself, to just pounding into her. That was definitely not part of her plan, though.
She reached down and grabbed both his hands. “Not yet,” she said.
“What do you mean?” he asked, surprised, but not bothering to put up any resistance.
“I mean,” she said, her voice husky and laden with desire, “I've fucked you enough to know when you're getting ready to cum.” She gathered up both of his hands and leaned forward, pinning them to the mattress above his head. “I want to make you last, biker boy, and show you how I say
'thank you.'”
He just grinned up at her, and she rewarded him with a long, deep kiss.
She ground her hips on him, taking her time as she fucked herself on his hard cock. She arched her back, moaning as another orgasm roiled her body, sending lightning from her toes to her fingertips. She pulled her lips away and replaced them with her breast.
He took her nub between his lips, alternating between a light bite and a delicious swirl of his tongue. Still, she fucked Danny, riding him till she was ready to be done with him.
