by K. L. Savage
“He’s coming here. He knows she’s here. He’ll get her back.” Roscoe snaps his teeth together, creating a stomach-churning assault. “He’s going get his hands on her again.”
“As long as I’m here, no one is touching her again.” The high of blood, the scent of it, feeds the dangerous creature inside me.
“He isn’t even my father, is he?” Melissa asks. “You know, don’t you? You know everything.” I’ve never heard her so determined. She wants redemption. “Where is he?”
“On his way to you. You’re a money pit, darlin’. He isn’t going to pass you up, especially when these bikers don’t realize what a sweet piece of ass they have. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know if you sit on my lap. It’s that simple. I’m not getting out of here alive. Give a dying man his last wish.” He puckers his lips and blows a kiss at her.
Something in Melissa changes. The woman she never wants to be again sheds her old skin as she saunters up to Roscoe.
I lift my eyes toward Tongue, Skirt, and Bullseye, and they all have the same look on their faces.
What. The. Fuck.
She tosses her leg over his lap like she’s done it a hundred times, and I hate how familiar she is with him. She stretches her hand out behind her, and I slip the knife in her palm.
“Oh, there it is, baby. Are they not fucking you how you like it? I know how you get,” Roscoe purrs, and he tries to bucks his hips, but we have him tied down. The metal of the chair rattles, and I hold myself back from twisting his neck until his dead eyes only see what’s behind him.
Melissa doesn’t say anything, but with her free hand, she reaches between his legs, and he hisses. “Careful, baby, it hurts.”
“Does it?” she finally speaks, and the knife gives one last shine before she strikes, cutting through flesh until his cock falls to the floor with a soft thud. Blood cascades to the floor, and Roscoe shrills in pain. Tongue laughs maniacally. “Fuck you,” Melissa sneers, cleaning the knife on his cheek. She swings her legs off his lap, and all the men in the room groan and cup our dicks when we see that he no longer has one. The image is brutal, disgusting, but I’m proud of her.
“Fuck you! I hate you!” She launches herself at Roscoe who is screaming something about the bitch cutting off his dick, but she doesn’t hear him. She stabs him over and over again. “I hate you,” she sobs.
Ten, eleven, twelve.
She heaves, barely able to breathe as she stabs him again and again. He’s dead.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.
“Twenty!” she shouts at him. “For Holly.”
My knees almost give out when I realize what she’s doing.
She pierces the knife in his flesh where his cock used to be. “Twenty-one. For Ellie.”
Melissa stands, blood coating all over her arms, legs, even her face, and she quakes as the adrenaline starts to crash. I’m just about to tell her I love her when her eyes roll to the back to her head, and I fly toward her, catching her as she falls limp in my arms.
“Melissa?” I shake her, but her head lulls, and she remains dead weight. “Melissa!” I shout, but she says nothing in return.
“Get her out of here. Have Doc check her out. I’m sure she’s fine. We’ll clean up here. Go,” Reaper says. “She’s probably never killed anyone before.”
“I’m glad she killed him. She deserved to kill the first man who took advantage of her. This may give her peace.” I swing her into my arms, and Reaper opens the door for me.
Doc’s head lifts up from the medical chart he has in his hand. He throws it on the bed and sprints toward me when he notices Melissa in my arms. “What happened? What did you do to her?” he sneers and tries to take her away from me.
I pull her from his reach, not liking how he’s looking at her so protectively. Like he's protecting her from me. “I didn’t do anything. Physically she’s fine. She dealt with an issue, but she passed out. Is she okay?” I press my cheek against her forehead and do my best to regulate my breathing.
Doc checks her pulse and stares at his watch. “She’s fine. Pulse is regular; she’ll wake up soon. Just let her rest.”
“Thanks,” I say and push by him to make my way toward the staircase.
“Don’t hurt her, Poodle. She shouldn’t have to see any more bad shit. She’s been through enough.”
“I know exactly what she’s been through.” I readjust Melissa in my arms and hold her tighter. “And she knows what I’ve been through.”
Doc’s shoulders fall, and he lifts his arm to scratch the back of his head. “I’m sorry for your daughter, for your girlfriend. If you ever want to talk about it, you know where my door is.”
“Thanks.” I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. Maybe talking to someone wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I hold onto my sunflower tight as I climb up the stairs. I open the door and Tank, Tim the Braveheart, and Pirate are at the table. Candy is on Pirate’s lap giving him a lap dance, and Tank is guzzling a beer while he watches Candy grind her ass on Pirate’s cock. Tim is reading a book, not interested at all in the activities surrounding him.
Tank nearly chokes on his drink when he sees a bloody Melissa. “She’s fine,” I say. “She fought her past and won.”
“She’s a badass,” Tank states.
“The baddest.” I can’t help but agree. I carry her down the hall into the main room. Knives is playing the basketball game, and Slingshot is playing too, only using his slingshot to throw Skittles in the basket.
The man has a serious sweet tooth.
I manage to duck away from them, so they don’t stop and ask questions. I kick open my door, then kick it shut with the same boot, then flip the lock.
Melissa groans and I look down, and her eyes try to open.
“Hey, sunflower, let me see those beautiful eyes,” I whisper, running my hand down her cheek. I carry her to the bathroom and flip on the shower. I want to scrub the blood off her.
“Poodle?” she says my name with sleep and confusion as I sit her down on the edge of the tub.
I kiss her lips, quick with slight pressure, and lay my forehead against hers. “You scared me. I’m so glad you’re awake. Do you remember what happened?”
She nods, and her eyes wide, and her finger digs into the sopping wet shirt that’s drenched in my sweat. “I killed him.”
“You did.”
“It felt good. I hated him. What’s that make me?”
“Mine,” I say as I take off the ruined shirt. It falls to a heavy plop on the ground. Next, I take off her pants. Her long legs gracing me is a blessing after what just happened, and I toss the flimsy yoga pants aside.
I get undressed in a matter of seconds, and she stands and sways on her feet. “I can’t stand.”
Steam fills the bathroom with how hot the water is and my arm finds its home in the dip of her waist. “I got you. You can always lean on me, and I’ll lift you up. Standing alone isn’t an option for you anywhere, sunflower. Not while I’m here.” I want to tell her I love her, but the words are frozen on my tongue. I haven’t said those three little words in so long, I forgot how they sound.
I help her into the shower and tilt her head back to wet her hair. The water turns pink from the blood and twirls down the drain, around and around, just like a spinning top toy. We’re quiet. No words need to be said after what happened. She killed for me, for Ellie, for herself, and if that isn’t the biggest show of love, I don’t know what is.
Melissa lifts her head, her eyes red and full of fresh tears. “I feel him on me,” she sobs, and her hands touch all over her body to try to get his touch off. “He’s everywhere. Take him away, James. Erase him, please. I’ve never been with anyone who cares about me. Show me what it’s like.”
I swallow, my heart racing, my cock straining, pointing directly at her to seek her depths. I’m confident I can bring her pleasure, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous. Thirteen years is a long time to go without having sex. I don’t regret it, and even though Melissa has had sex be
fore, she doesn’t have real experience, not like I do.
I’ve been with one.
Many men have been with her, but she hasn’t been with many men.
I’m her first.
She’s my last.
And if she wants me to show her how sex feels when someone cares, then I’m going to show her how she taught me to be in love again.
21
POODLE
Blood coats our bodies still, and as I drag my hands up her body, skating along her wet skin, the water turns a darker shade of pink. I close the space between us and wrap my hands around her neck to control her as I bring my lips down on hers.
I’m not going to fuck her in the shower; no matter what porn or books show, water friction fucking sucks. I’m going to make her first time pleasurable. She deserves that much. Melissa is a virgin at heart, and I want to be the first to cherish her.
My hands tingle as her throat vibrates with a low groan. I lick around her lips, drinking in the water spraying down on us. While keeping our lips pressed together, I reach around and grab the loofah and then the soap.
“What are you doing?” The water falls onto her lashes as she blinks, her lips red and plump from our kiss. The skin around her mouth is a bit scratched from my beard, but she looks divine.
“I’m not taking you while you’re covered in blood. I might be a killer, but I don’t like to see blood touching you. You’re too good for such travesty.” I work my way down her arm, the soap bubbling pink and as the water sheds the violent skin she’s wearing. New, pure, clean flesh takes its place.
“I’m a killer now too,” she says.
“Not anymore. Not when you have me.” I drag the loofah over her tits, rubbing her nipples and watching the white foam circle her areolas and tight peaks. Her stomach tightens, and the loofah spills down her lean abdomen and right as she spreads her legs to welcome me, I dip down her left leg.
“Tease.”
“Only for now.” I smirk, ghosting my fingers up her inner thigh. My mouth waters for a taste of her pussy. I see the erect bundle of nerves, a sweet piece of candy peeking through her folds, just begging for my mouth. I dip my head closer and the water sprays against my hair, sticking it to my skull. I run my nose over her bare skin, no hair, and I lick my tongue just above her clit, feeling the soft tissue beneath my tongue.
Melissa trembles and tries to shut her legs, but I pull them apart and lick from the front to back, almost touching the forbidden pink star.
“James,” my name falls off her lips, nearly broken from the static of the water falling over her lips.
I lift her right leg onto my shoulder and latch on to that cherry beaconing me and suck it inside my mouth. I groan in approval as the sweet taste bursts across my tongue, and I’m instantly addicted. She’s so soft, velvet smooth, a craving like cake; there is no way I’ll ever be able to get enough. I’ll always want more.
My fingers dig into her ass, and I gather as much of the meat as possible and squeeze as hard as I can. There will no doubt be bruises tomorrow, and the thought of seeing my mark on her skin has me leaking pre-cum from the tip of my cock.
I dip my tongue into her heat and gather a dollop of her sweet cream, letting it coat my throat. Fuck. I forgot how good pussy tastes. I bury my head between her legs, barely able to breathe with my nose and mouth between her folds, the water flowing down her body, and crashing over my head.
Needing more, I pump my tongue in and out of her tight cunt and lick up her slit, plucking that cherry into my mouth. My fingers move along her thigh and slip into her hole, so damn silky. I’m going to come just from touching her if I keep this up.
“James, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
The only way I’ll ever stop is if someone kills me right now. It’s the only way I can get away from this pussy.
I pump my fingers faster, curling them at the last second to find that spot inside her.
No luck.
No luck.
“Fuck!” she screams, and her leg twitches on my shoulder as she comes.
Found it.
I’m a little smug about it too. I lift my lips off her delicacy and kiss her sensitive clit, and the intensity of the aftershocks of her orgasm make her shake almost violently. She reaches for the wall to hold herself up as she turns her head left, out of the water, to take a few deep breaths. Her chest rises and falls, her big tits jiggling from her body quaking. I want to see her fall apart again, only when she’s under me and filled with my cock.
I reach around her and turn the water off then scoop her into my arms. I push the curtain back and pinch the towel hanging on the rail at the last second before walking toward the bed. Gently, I set her on her feet and dry her body.
“I can do that.” Her voice is husky.
“I know you can, but if I can do it for you, you won’t.” I dip between her legs, and her body jerks from the towel rubbing against her swollen heat.
“James.”
I hum a response as I stroke her pussy with the towel, completely hypnotized by how her pink folds part.
She falls against the bed, bed and buries her hands in my hair. “Fuck me. I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m sick of waiting,” she groans when I linger on her clit, circling the sweet nub until her body is shaking.
Well, too damn bad.
It’s been too long since I’ve enjoyed sex, and she’s too accustomed to quick and dirty. The last thing I want is to make her feel used.
“James, I need you.”
“You have me,” I say, lifting her ankle and kissing the fragile bone, veering my lips up her calve. When I get to the bend of her knee, I lash my tongue at the crease and watch in fascination as her body arches of the bed.
“More. I want more of you.”
Impossible.
When she already has all of me.
I move along her body, kissing every dip and fold I can find. The crease where her thigh meets her pussy, the curve of her hip, her naval, every ridge along her ribs, the under curve of her breasts, the slender lines of her neck, until I’m finally face to face with her. Our noses touch, and our mouths are so close that we have no choice but to breathe in each other’s air, and her eyes…
Those fucking eyes. They get me every time. They’re lightning igniting fire by melting away the thick glaciers of ice I’ve had encasing my damn heart.
“You’re sure?” I ask to make sure she really wants this. I don’t want her to feel pressured or like she has to do anything. She’s been through a lot, too much for me to be selfish and inconsiderate.
Her hands rub over my shoulders, and from the way she’s looking at me, she’s admiring them, tracing the lines of muscle I’ve worked hard to build. Working all those years in Kings Garage will do that to a man. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life, James.”
I love it when she calls me by my name when it’s just the two of us.
I don’t wait another second.
I take.
Her lips are soft and giving when I steal them with mine. Plundering her mouth with my tongue, the kiss turns heated and needy. She whimpers into my mouth, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
My cock hurts it’s so hard. My hands drift down her body to cup her tits. The tension leaves my body, and sex possesses my brain. My cock is at her entrance, her warm liquid spreading over the tip, urging me to surge forward. Everything about Melissa calls to me. Thirteen years of pure reckoning, and time finally gives me a lifeline, a chance at redemption to prove I’m capable of protecting what’s mine.
Because Melissa is mine. She’s been mine
from the moment we laid eyes on each other. She made my soul shift to make room for her, and I fought it every step of the way.
The fight has fled.
Melissa has won.
I thrust forward and push every inch of myself inside her cunt. So wet and so goddamn hot. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I break our kiss and whisper against her lips, barely able
to breathe. She’s so tight, so perfect.
“James,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my back, breaking the skin, and leaving her own mark. “You’re so thick.” Her face pinches with pain, and I stay completely still so she can adjust.
Her words almost make me lose it inside her, talking about my size like that.
“Feel so good,” she moans, and her pussy relaxes. She tries to dive for another kiss, but I rear back and slam inside her. “James!” she cries out and holds on to me as I give her thirteen years of built-up fucking frustration and need.
Her shoulders are perfect as I curl my arms under her and lock my hands in the crook of her neck. “Fuck yes.” I roll my head when the wetness between her legs sounds with every plummet of my shaft. I do my best to root in deep every time, wanting to get further and further inside her until she can feel nothing but me stretching her, erasing all of the men who came before me.
And there won’t be any more after me.
I slip my cock out to the tip, fluttering along her hole, and I drive in until her nectar coats my swinging sack and the rocking against her cunt slides her slick all over my lower abdomen. I’m soaked.
“I’m going to come,” she cries, but I pull out of her so she doesn’t. Melissa shakes her head and reaches for me. “No! Why?” she whines and reaches for her clit to get herself off, but I pin her arms to her sides, my raging cock pointing at her, ready to spear and claim.
“Because you’re only going to come when I do.” I snatch her legs and flip her over onto her stomach. I bend down and lick between her ass cheeks, almost touching the pink star, and then I flatten my tongue up her spine. I keep her face shoved in the mattress and lean forward, nibbling the shell of her ear. “I’m going to fuck this ass one day too,” I inform her, sliding my fingers over her dripping pussy, getting my fingers nice and wet, then press my index finger against her hole. She wiggles underneath me, pressing her ass against my hand. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
She nods and whines, writhing that tight fucking body against the plains of my chest.
