“You two want to mind your manners.” I’m telling myself to keep my cool, but my teeth are clenched together so hard I can hear them cracking.
The cocky one laughs and stands up. “What’s it to you, grandad?”
A moment later, the whole place is silent as I slam him down onto the table, his “Surf’s Up” t-shirt, out of place this far from the coast, wrapped in my clenched fist, and it’s a wonder I haven’t broken his nose. If we weren’t in such a public place, I would have, and I wouldn’t have stopped there.
His friend takes a swing at me, connecting pathetically, and I turn to face him, scowling, a low growl escaping from deep within my chest. I see his eyes start to water as he backs away, raising his hands, and turn my attention back to the one on the table.
“Looks like you’re on your own,” I say, lifting him from the tabletop and then slamming him back down, watching his shoulders clench.
I feel her soft touch before I hear her voice, and it’s like my insides unwind in her presence. “Stringer, let him go. Please. For me.”
Turning, I look into her face. Raven’s sweet face is enough to cut through any amount of anger, but there’s something I need first. I turn my attention back to the piece of shit that insulted her.
“I suggest you apologize to the lady. You interrupted her song.”
“I… I’m sorry.” He spits out, his eyes big as full moons looking into my face, answering without hesitating which is smart and I appreciate it because beating him to death would put a stain on Raven’s evening out.
Me, I don’t give a shit. I’ve lost count how many people I’ve killed and one more on the pile is neither here nor there as far as I’m concerned.
But, my little feather has a different opinion.
“To her,” I tell him, jerking my head in Raven’s direction and he turns his eyes to her and even that makes me mad. “Look at the floor,” I grunt out as his eyes flick back to me in confusion as I bare my teeth and he quickly looks at his feet then speaks.
“Sorry, I… didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“Apology accepted,” I hear her say, as her small fingers wrap around my biceps and she gently pulls me back. Lowering her voice, she whispers, “Thank you.”
“Welcome,” I reply, and finger the remote control in my pocket, hearing her draw a sharp eep sound on her inhale beside me as I hold her close. When we take a seat at our table, I pull her chair so it’s touching mine and hand her the folded paper menu. “I would have taken you to a proper restaurant, you know.”
She laughs. “This is what I wanted though, and you did it for me and that means more than some fancy place where I can’t do this...” Ignoring everyone else, she climbs up onto my lap, straddling me, and I grab her ass, pulling her up higher.
“You can do that wherever we are, baby.”
She smiles, wiggling on my lap, drawing a few stares as I glare back.
As I’m sending death rays out of my eyes at anyone who is looking our way, she asks, “Will you sing with me later?”
“Eat something first, then we’ll decide.”
Her eyes light up. “The Final Countdown?”
I growl under my breath, imagining being up on the stage in front of people, trying to sing. I can’t hold a note to save my life, but if it’s what Raven wants, I’ll do it. For her. Hopefully, by the time we’ve finished eating the place will be emptier. “I don’t know what that is, but sure.”
“You’ve never heard The Final Countdown?” she says incredulously, narrowing her eyes.
“My life has been… secluded in a lot of ways.”
“Hmmm. Well, we’ll have to change that.” She glances at the menu she’s now holding above my head. “I think I’ll just have a Diet Coke.”
“No. That wasn’t the deal. I take you out, you eat a real meal.”
She starts to laugh, then falls silent as I stare at her. “I’m not hungry.”
“You haven’t eaten since lunchtime, Raven.” I take the menu out of her hands and glance down it. “You’ll have a burger, fries and a side salad.” I meet her eyes. “You want ketchup with your fries?”
“Sure.” She gives me a look, twisting her lips.
“I’ll go order,” I tell her, standing and starting to lower her onto the chair, then looking around the room and change my mind. I don’t want her sitting alone so I shift her over, crouch and spring upward mounting her onto me piggyback style. “Come with me.”
* * *
After we eat, there’s a couple on the stage screaming out some nineties pop song, and I’m secretly glad of the reprieve from having to go up there myself. Raven’s phone buzzes and she takes it out, her eyes lighting up.
“It’s Willow. Can I tell her where we are, so she can join us? Oh—” I don’t have time to answer before I see the look of concern fall over her face.
“What is it?”
“She’s telling me to look at a news article. She thinks she recognizes—oh, no, she’s right.”
“What?” I take the phone out of her hand as she passes it to me, and I can’t help the little surge of triumph that starts in the pit of my stomach.
There on the screen, is the face of the guy who got away. The news report says that he was killed in his hospital room this afternoon, and it doesn’t sound like it was quick. The Irishman did his job, and it was worth every cent.
But when I read the rest of the article, my blood runs cold and I start to glance around the room. There’s a short bit in the article about how he’d told the police about a man in the woods that attacked him. His missing friends and a burned-out vehicle…
“The description sounds like you,” Raven says, but I shake my head.
“It’s too vague to lead the cops to me,” I tell her, not mentioning it’s not the cops I’m worried about. The physical description is vague enough, just some guy in a suit with a limp, but coupled with his missing friends, the fact that there was no evidence when the cops went to check it out, it’s a big red flag to some of my old acquaintances.
“Should we leave?”
I nod. “It’s probably a good idea. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
10
Raven
Sitting here in Stringer’s private reading room, the scent of his scotch and cigars lingers in the air and emanates from the books that line the walls and floor. He was quiet on the drive home, but that is pretty standard for him, but once he sat me down in here, I’ve watched outside in the darkness as he’s walked the perimeter of the house three times.
Then I heard the sound of the security system setting and re-setting, little beeps coming from the window in here and more from out in the hallway.
He also says we are staying inside for a few days. Which means, we’ll have to find ways to entertain ourselves…
He assured me that the police wouldn’t find him from the bland description, and I want to believe him. But, I wonder how did Nev die? Apart from the morning after it happened, when I woke up to find myself all alone, Stringer and I have hardly been out of each other’s sight, so why do I think he had something to do with it?
And why does that thought make me feel so horny?
The idea that he made sure my attacker was dead should scare me but it doesn’t. It makes me feel like he’s standing between me and anything bad that might happen. I know in most people’s eyes, it would be wrong, they’d label him a sociopathic monster, but it makes me feel like I can relax, like nothing and nobody can touch me.
One time after moving back with my dad, one of his skeevy friends tried to get his hands underneath my top. My dad, drunk as he was, thought it was funny. I gave the guy a swift kick to the nuts, which my father also found hilarious but what if I hadn’t fought for myself, then barricaded myself in my bedroom? What if?
I know if that happened when Stringer was around, that guy would be missing any finger that touched me. Maybe more.
I hear him coming down the hall, then he steps into the small room an
d I reach for him and he gathers me up off the chair and into his lap. His body is thick and warm and I nuzzle into his neck.
“We’re safe,” he says. “Raven, there’s something I need to tell you.” He’s serious, more than usual, and I sense that this isn’t about our safety. He shakes his head. “I don’t know how to say this.”
“Words are a good idea,” I tell him, and he smiles that sort of uncomfortable crooked smile he has, like it’s grinding gears to get his lips to turn upward as he nods.
“It’s just I know I don’t deserve you. You’re young, fucking beautiful and perfect, and I’m such a monster in most people’s eyes. But—”
He falls silent, and I bite into my bottom lip as I meet his gaze. Tonight is the night, isn’t it? The night we take things to the next level. We’ve been dancing around it, doing everything but the full-on deed. I can’t say I’m not nervous, but I want it more than anything. I want him. I want to know what it feels like to have him inside me, looking in his eyes as his beautiful cock opens me up, taking something I can only give once and I want to give it to him.
“You’re not a monster,” I tell him. “Well, you’re intimidating, any football team would surely make you a linebacker, and the things you’ve done for me over these last few days aren’t exactly normal. But you’ve done them all for me, for us.”
“You have no idea what I’ve done. Once I take you, Raven…” He shakes his head and I see the twist of pain there. “I don’t know what I’ll become. If anyone even looks at you now, I want to hurt them. I’ll be possessed by a force I don’t know if I can control.”
“So, is that why we haven’t…” I twitch my shoulders upward. “Consummated things?”
He bobs his head back on another twisted grin. “Consummated? That’s a big word for a little girl.”
“I like big things and I cannot lie,” I sing-song, licking my bottom lip as I wiggle myself onto the hard-on I feel growing under my ass.
“I will hurt you, Raven, and I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for it.”
“I want that hurt. From you. Only you. I want it all, your cum inside me most of all.”
My words seem to ignite a flash of some darkness behind those molten blue eyes and he lifts me from his lap, standing me in front of him while he stares, I see the conflict hardening his jaw and I need to take control of the situation.
I take hold of the hem of my dress and lift it a little, teasing a peep of thigh, higher, lifting one side a little more, just a glimpse of my ass. The thong panties I was wearing when I went out are now in Stringer’s suit pocket. They were ruined, the vibrator he had me wearing leaving me shuddering and done more than once. If I lift the hem of my dress any further, I’ll be fully on display in front of him and I know he won’t be able to resist.
The outline of his cock is clear against his jeans. I can see its heavy girth begging to get free. With a grin, I lift the dress a little more, revealing my bare pussy lips, and see it spasm, a wet patch seeping into the fabric.
I spin and twirl, teasing, showing my ass then for my finale…I turn away, bend, flip my skirt up over my ass and grab my ankles. If that doesn’t push him over the edge, maybe there is no edge.
I’m pulling out all the stops.
“Fuck, Raven…” he murmurs, and a flush of excitement drips from my exposed pussy.
And a moment later, he’s on me.
* * *
Stringer
Her body melts into me as I carry her up the stairs and into my bedroom.
As I lay her down on the king-size bed, I know I’ll never deny her anything. I can’t. She deserves the world, and I’m going to be the one to give it to her.
Pre-cum is soaking the front of my pants as she wriggles her pussy against me, my cock painfully straining at the waistband as I reach up under her dress, feeling her bare mound, bare stomach, naked tits. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I want to be inside her.
It feels like a hand is clenched around my heart, looking down at her, so small and trusting. If she ever knew all the things I’d done, the way I’ve killed people with my bare hands. Watched the life drain from their eyes, unfeeling, as though they were no more than a cockroach crushed under my boot.
How could I have gone from who I was to who I am now? I know it’s her. Like some fated mate I’ve read about in books and fantasy lore, but this is real. As real as the thread of connection I’ve felt with Raven since that first moment her eyes met mine and I’ve been fighting it ever since.
I’m done fighting.
“It will hurt, baby, I can’t tell you it won’t. But you’ll let me do it, won’t you?”
She nods. “I know, but I don’t care.”
I think about the ring I had prepared for her, the speech I was ready to deliver. It was going to be perfect, I was going to make sure she knew that we were forever before I took her like this. But she’s desperate and needy, and I’m powerless to resist.
She leans forward to take hold of my belt, but I swat her hands away.
“I decide how much pleasure, how much pain you can stand.”
She watches as I slip the belt through its buckle, then unfasten my pants. My cock, eager as ever, doesn’t wait for me to lower my underwear before poking out at the top, ready to get to her. I give the head a quick stroke and watch as Raven licks her lips, spreading her legs wider, giving me a full view of her beautiful pink petals, opening just for me.
I lean forward over her, caging her with my arms, and let the tip of my cock glance her opening. “You want that cock inside you, baby? You want me to show you what it means to be a woman?”
“Yes. I want it. Feel how wet I am.”
“I know. I see.”
She smiles and I lean over and take the moment to kiss her. I deliver into that kiss everything I’m feeling, hoping she will feel it as well. How she came to me was complicated but all that matters is that she did come and I know she’s mine. I’ve known it since I saw her the first time, down into the core of me.
She’s pushed me to the edge of madness, but I’ll pay the price of insanity to know she will be with me forever.
Her fingers wind into my hair and tug me closer, our kiss full, mouths open, her soft warm tongue gliding around mine and she tastes of bubble gum and cherries. It will take everything I have to protect her from now on, but I’ve found my purpose and I will not seek to kill, but I will not hesitate either.
Not when it comes to securing our future. Not when it comes to making sure she’s happy.
She pushes me back, up on her knees on the bed, then breaks the kiss and flops down on her belly, her smile tugging on my heart as hazy lust fills her eyes.
“I want.” She pouts, her hands working my belt and my balls are already poised to explode.
“What do you say?”
“Pleeeeease.” She whimpers and I can’t resist her when she plays the innocent vixen.
“Then take me out.”
She does and I’m tugging and kicking off everything from the waist down. She grabs the base of my cock and gives it a hard squeeze, running her tight grip upward, forcing out drops of sticky cum which she rubs all over the tip before darting her tongue out and flicking it over the swollen head, making me wince as my balls jerk.
“Yummy.” She bites her bottom lip and crinkles her nose. “I’d rather lick your cum than the best ice cream cone in the world.”
I focus on her slippery tongue as it spins around the ridge and my concerns about moving us forward evaporate as I see the lust and joy in her face as her hand cups my balls. It feels too fucking good. My dick has been in shut down for so long before her and that thought makes me want to tell her something before I get myself inside her and fill her with every drop of my seed until she’s mine in every way.
“Baby.” I reach down and grab her hair, dragging that perfect mouth from my shaft. “There’s something I want you to know.”
There’s concern in her face, her cheeks a ripe pink a
s saliva makes her lips shine in the light of the bedroom.
“I’ve wanted you since the minute I saw you. But, that’s not what I need you to know.” I swallow, my balls throbbing, and I try to steady my voice and keep my tone less harsh. “You’re a virgin, and I’m so fucking honored that’s going to belong to me forever. But, know I’ve never been with a woman without protection and I haven’t been with a woman in damn near twenty-years. I’ve been waiting for you, little feather. Since you arrived on this earth, I’ve never been with anyone else. And that just tells me again this is meant to be. You are meant for me.”
Her eyes twinkle as she looks up at me with such admiration I know I’m not worthy. “And you were meant for me.”
She reaches out and strokes my thickness with one hand, her other still massaging my balls.
“You’re addicted to that cock already, aren’t you?”
She nods, her mouth open in a naughty smile. “I dream about it.”
“That’s good, because I dream about your sweet cunt. I can taste it all the time, even in my dreams. You have the cutest little pussy in the world.”
All the years I’ve put everything I have into my work, then withdrew from the world here, have led me to this. Even Olga, she was part of some grander plan, she eased me back into my humanity in her own way, getting me ready for this moment.
For my turn to love.
Something I never imagined I’d want. Or have.
I let her go and step back, feeling the need to show her what I’m feeling.
“I love you,” I grunt out, the words feeling foreign on my tongue, each one catching in my tight throat as I watch her face. Her eyes widen as she pushes herself onto her knees, staring at me.
Fuck, say something, Raven.
Don’t leave me hanging here, I can handle armed mercenaries and break a man’s neck with the flick of my wrist but I won’t survive if this doesn’t go the way I plan.
“You do?”
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