“Hey. It’s okay,” I said, though it was really a lie. Deep down where my feelings lived, I was hurt that she didn’t want me to meet her family. Then again, we’d only been together a brief time, and it was understandable if she wasn’t ready for the meet-the-parent thing.
Hell, I sure as fuck wasn’t ready for her to meet my parents. I didn’t know if I ever would be. My dad took some serious fortitude to deal with, and I hadn’t even talked to him in ages. My mom was in a long-term care facility because she’d been rendered a metaphoric vegetable after an accident when she was driving drunk. So I got it.
“Are you sure? I mean, I feel bad because Christmas is coming up in a few days, and well….” She trailed off, and her eyes fell to her plate again.
“Gwen. I understand. When will they be here?”
“Day after tomorrow. I pick them up at the airport at eleven. And tomorrow I need to go to the school with Alesha to enter final grades for the semester. I’ll have to stay at my apartment tomorrow night to get things in order.” Her voice was small, and I hated to see her unhappy.
Getting up and walking around the table, I stopped long enough to scoop her up and carry her to my bedroom. Setting her on her feet, I brushed her hair from her face. “Look at me.”
Her baby blues rose to lock on mine, and I framed her face with my hands.
“Do you want me to stay here, or am I able to stay with you at your place tomorrow night?”
“We’d have to sleep on the couch, well, futon, because I need to get cleans sheets on the bed for my parents. I only have two sets.”
“No problem. How about when you leave to get them, I change the sheets and lock your door on my way out?” Running my fingers through her silky hair, I watched it glide between them as I waited for her answer.
“You’d do that?” she said, so softly I barely heard her.
“Of course I would.” I debated how much to tell her. Swallowing my indecision, I continued, “After Grace, I didn’t think I’d want another relationship. I was bitter and hateful. Then you plowed into my life and shared a joint with me before some of the best beach sex of my life.” Her face flushed a cute as fuck pink. “Things are still new with us though, and I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable. I also know your breakup wasn’t an awful long time ago either.”
“Okay.” She still looked uncertain.
“What do you say we go to bed early and you let me be your naughty nurse?”
She giggled, and it brought a smile to my face.
With a squeal, she continued to laugh as I tossed her on the bed and crawled up to rest between her spread legs. Her bottom lip was held in her teeth as she looked up at me with bright eyes.
“Umm, Mr. Nurse? I have a problem.” She batted her eyes and tried to look serious.
“Oh, really. Can you tell me what’s going on?” I played along.
“I have this ache,” she said. The tip of her tongue slid sensually over her bottom lip.
“Can you point to where it is?” One corner of my lips tipped up.
Opening her eyes wide, she dramatically fluttered her lashes, then slid her hand down her body, forcing me to push up off her. Then she continued down to between her legs. “Here,” she breathed.
“Well, I think we need to assess what’s going on. I’m going to need you to disrobe.” I spoke sternly, trying not to grin. Then I sat back on my heels so she had room.
Her hands hooked the sides of her leggings and slowly slid them down. The first peek of her hot pink panties had my dick jumping. “Ma’am, you need to remove your underwear as well.”
“Oh. So sorry.” Her hands slid back up to the waistband of lace, and she dragged them down her hips until she was bared to me, but they still spanned her thighs.
“Do you require assistance?”
“Mmm, I think I can get it” was her breathy reply.
Once her pants and underwear were on the floor, I went to my stomach and flipped her legs over my shoulders. “Let’s see what we have here. Is this where you have the problem?” I licked up her inner thigh.
“No,” she gasped out.
“Hmm, okay. What about here?” I licked up the other one.
“Uh-uh,” she moaned.
“What about here?” I teased either side of her pussy.
“Uh, around there,” she panted.
“Here?” The tip of my tongue ventured into her wet heat but not far.
“Yessss,” she hissed. “But deeper.”
“Ohhh, like here.” I slid a single digit into her tight, welcoming sheath.
“God, yes. There.”
“Well, let’s see if we can figure out the problem.” With a smile on my face, I lowered to suck her clit into my mouth as I slid a second finger inside. She thrashed briefly before grabbing me by the hair. I grinned into my faceful of pussy, then proceeded to eat my dessert until she was screaming my name and yanking at my hair to pull me closer.
“Fuck, Styx. Oh my God. Oh my God. Styx! I’m coming!” she chanted.
I really wanted her to say my name when she was out of control, so I paused long enough to say, “Maddox.” Then I sucked on her sensitive nub causing her to squirm. “Say it.”
“Maddox!” burst from her lips over and over like a mantra as her body tensed head to toe.
“How do you feel now?” I murmured once she’d relaxed.
“That helped, but it’s deeper.” Her eyes were dilated, she was out of breath, and her respiratory rate was off the charts.
“Hmm, deeper? Well let’s see what I have that might reach the area of concern.” Back up to my knees, I freed my throbbing cock from my pants. Staring at her, I stroked it a few times as she watched. The fingers of my other hand slipped through her slick center. “Plenty of lubrication, it would seem.”
“Mm-hmm.” She arched up to push herself onto my fingers, but I pulled them back. Leaning over, I grabbed a condom from the bedside table. I’d been careless the night I’d had her for dessert. Even though I’d pulled out, I’d told myself I was a fucking moron every day since.
“Tsk tsk. We already know that didn’t do the trick.” A wicked grin followed my teasing, and I opened the package and rolled the condom down. Having pity on her, I lined the tip of my eager cock up with where we both wanted me to be. Circling it in her wetness, I watched her eyes flutter and roll in anticipation. Finally, I hooked her leg over my arm so she was half on her side and drove deep.
“Yes! There! Oh my fucking God, there!” Her chest heaved as she keened. I loved when she cussed, because it told me I had her to the point where she lost control.
Done playing games, I withdrew, then slammed home again. Over and over I fucked her like my life depended on it. Every thrust had her perfect tits jiggling. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and her back was arching off the bed.
“Maddox,” she panted as she gripped the sheets in both hands. Her hair had come loose and was spread around her in a beautiful tangle.
I was on the verge of exploding, so I pulled out. I wasn’t ready for us to be done. Lying on my back, I tugged her to straddle me. Heavy-lidded eyes looked down at me as she slid her soaking wet slit over my length.
“Quit teasing and put my cock in that tight, wet cunt,” I demanded. Her eyes flared, and she rose up. She loved when I talked dirty as much as I loved when I could get her to swear.
Watching intently, my heart hammered as she reached between her legs to grab me. Her small hand barely wrapped around it. Slowly, she fed my thick shaft into her heat until she was seated on my lap. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to move.
“You’re so fucking deep,” she whimpered. Hearing her say “fucking” had my cock jumping.
“Is it hurting you?” The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. She was a tiny thing.
Frantically, she shook her head. “Uh-uh. So good.”
Rising up, she dropped herself down hard, causing me to grip her hips. Damn, she was so goddamn tight. Kn
owing she was okay, I met her thrust for thrust. Every time she dropped down, I drove up. The slapping of skin, pants, and grunts filled the quiet of the room.
The tightening in my nuts told me I was nearing the end, but I didn’t want to go without her. My thumb slid over to circle her clit, and she moaned at my touch. Rapidly, I circled, again and again until she was starting to whimper.
“Come, dammit. Coat my cock in your pussy juices. Come all over me. Now. I’m so close,” I groaned. Sex had never been as good as it was with her. No pussy had ever been so tight, hot, and perfect.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she mewled. Head thrown back, her hair streaming down to brush my thighs, breasts bouncing, she was glorious. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
One final push, and I was gritting my teeth as her walls squeezed the fuck out of me and spurt after spurt shot from me. “Fuck!”
When we came back down from our trip to the clouds, she opened her eyes and gazed at me. Drunk with sexual satisfaction, she breathed through her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them wide. “Wow.”
I chuckled, causing my hips to jostle, and liquid pooled on my groin. Both of our eyes widened as we looked at where we were joined. Hesitantly, she rose off me with a soft whimper at my sliding out.
“Fuck,” I whispered. My head was raised off the pillow. We were both staring at the broken condom that partially covered my softening dick.
“I’m on the pill,” she gasped as her eyes flickered to mine. She said that, but I didn’t know if she took them religiously. They were fallible. Then again, so were condoms when they fucking broke.
“I’m clean,” I swore. Like if I hadn’t been, she wouldn’t have already had something after that night on the table. “It’s only been you since we ran into each other again.”
“Me too.” She breathed the words out in relief. We’d been so caught up in the moment the night I’d been forced to pull out. It was a close call, and I’d been sure to use a condom each time after that.
My head dropped back. “Thank fuck.”
She dropped to the mattress next to me, and I cradled her close. Removing the destroyed condom, I tossed it in the trash by my bed.
“You don’t need to use them. I mean, if you trust me and you don’t want to use them.” Her statement was nervously offered.
Turning my head to study her, I hesitated. After Grace had cheated on me, I had a deep-seated distrust of women. It surprised me to realize I believed her. “If we don’t use protection, that means something to me,” I began.
“What do you mean?” She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Raising her chin with the side of my hand, I urged her to look at me. Once I had her fairy eyes on me, I cleared my throat.
Those mystic eyes of hers looked down again, and she chewed on her lip.
“What I meant was that you don’t fuck anyone but me,” I said.
“Um, does that go both ways?” she asked when her eyes slowly rose.
I looked at her like she’d lost her damn mind. “Of course it does. What the hell do you take me for?” Not sure if I should be offended, I finally decided it was a fair question. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dick.”
Pushing her tiny self up, she leaned over me with her hair curtaining around us. Her lips brushed mine before she said, “I understand. And I’m not going to be sleeping with anyone but you.”
My hand swatted her ass, and I grinned. “We weren’t talking about sleeping.”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips quirked. “So we’re exclusive?” she asked.
“Hell yeah, we’re exclusive.” My brow wrinkled at her.
“Good. So what does that make us?” Her eyes dropped to my chest where she was tracing my tattoos. It was sending chills through me.
“Is it too juvenile to say you’re my girlfriend?” I gave her ass a squeeze.
“I don’t care if it is. I love the sound of that.”
I flipped her to her back and intentionally buried my now hard and very bare cock deep in her wet pussy.
“Fucking A, you feel so goddamn good.”
She sighed. “Yes, you do.”
“Fucking hell, Gwen… we’re good, right?” We’d established that we wouldn’t use anything, but I needed one last reassurance. It was a big step for me.
Unable to use her words, she nodded. A groan preceded my animalistic thrusts as I fucked her like the end of the world was minutes away.
Her body began to tense.
“You gonna come?” I was gasping, my lips and breath brushing against her heated skin as I buried my face in the crook of her neck.
Once again, she nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to see straight. And I’m going to blow in this tight cunt, filling you up with my come. I’m going to keep fucking you until my come is running down your milky thighs, and then I’m going to paint your pussy walls with my come again. Do you hear me?”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “Yessss.”
I made good on my promise.
“If You Love Me, Leave Me”—Through Fire
The next day I showed up at the school, dragging ass and aching for real. In all the right places, though.
What I hadn’t expected was Alesha and Kristi to gang up on me as soon as I walked into my classroom. I’d barely set my bag down when they rushed in.
“Okay, girl, spill.” Alesha sat my cup of coffee down in front of me, then folded her arms over her chest. Kristi was already there and staring at me like my mom did. They were both giving me that look. The one that says they weren’t taking no for an answer and playing stupid wouldn’t fly. Still, I tried.
“What are you talking about?” I asked nonchalantly as I picked up the cup. Then I sipped the coffee repeatedly to give my hands something to do. They were like little bulldogs, and I knew it wouldn’t work.
“What’s going on with you?” Alesha narrowed her eyes.
“Yeah, you’ve bailed on us every time we’ve tried to get together. For over a week,” Kristi said with a raised brow.
“Mmm, maybe longer,” she murmured as she looked thoughtful.
“Yeah, when was the last time we got together?” Kristi asked.
“Doesn’t matter. She’s been avoiding us,” Alesha piped in.
I rolled my eyes at their theatrics. “Y’all are ridiculous. I’ve been busy and tired.” I couldn’t meet their eyes because I was a crappy liar.
“She’s full of shit. She won’t look at us.” Alesha pursed her lips as she cocked her head.
“Wait a minute.” Kristi stood up straight. “Please. Please tell me you haven’t been spending time with Mitch-the-bitch.”
“What?” I shouted. “Hell, no! He’s the last person I’d be hanging out with.”
“So you have been hanging out with someone?” Kristi was like a bloodhound sniffing out the truth.
“I may have met someone,” I hedged.
“May? You mean you did. Okay, who? Where?” Kristi’s eyes narrowed.
“Yeah, details or it’s a lie.” Alesha smug expression had me sighing.
“It was at the coffee shop. I wasn’t paying attention and I literally plowed into him. He ended up buying my coffee.” Trying to act like it was no big deal, I shrugged and sipped my coffee.
“Hold up. You mean to tell me that you ran into him and yet he ended up buying you a coffee?” Disbelief bled through Alesha’s words.
“Yes.”
“And just like that, y’all are hanging out?” she deadpanned.
“Umm, yeah. We hit it off and, well… he’s, umm, nice.” Smiling like it was no big deal, I took another sip of the coffee.
“How nice?” Kristi asked as she gave me “the look.” The look that said, “I’ll know if you’re lying so don’t even try to pull the wool over my eyes.”
“Really nice.”
“What’s Mr. Really Nice do for a living?” Kristi asked while
Alesha asked, “And does Mr. Really Nice have a name?”
Sighing, I plopped down in my chair. The inquisition was about to begin.
“His name is Styx, umm, I mean Maddox. And he’s a trauma nurse in the ER at Cedar Park Memorial.”
“You called him ‘Styx’ first. What the hell kind of name is that?” Kristi asked while Alesha’s jaw dropped.
“Whoa, don’t tell me he’s in one of those motorcycle groups like on that TV show!” Alesha exclaimed.
“It called a motorcycle club, and yes, he is,” I admitted.
Alesha slapped both palms on my desk, eyes wide. Shrinking in my chair, I could actually see the wheels turning and things clicking into place.
“You didn’t meet him at the coffee shop.” Her brown eyes bored into me, and she looked smug again. I knew that didn’t bode well. I could already feel the heat creeping up my neck.
“Of course I did, don’t be silly.” Thankfully, that wasn’t a complete lie, so I had no problem looking her in the eye. Still, I fidgeted as I booted my computer up to start entering my grades. Styx was waiting at my apartment for me, and I wanted to join him as soon as I could.
“Hmmm. I don’t think so.” The speculative gleam in Alesha’s eye was never good.
“What are you talking about?” Kristi glanced from me to Alesha.
Alesha ignored Kristi as she continued to stare me down. She had a way of making me feel like a kid that had lied about getting into the snacks. Her silence was more unnerving than her words, and I started to squirm.
“What’s the name of his club, Gwen?” she asked in a deceptively sweet voice. Surely she didn’t remember the club that had been next door to us in Galveston.
Swallowing hard, I meekly said, “The Demented Sons.”
“I knew it!” Alesha pointed at me, then did a weird little dance. Kristi and I both looked at her like she’d lost her mind.
“You knew what? Now I’m confused,” Kristi said.
“That was the name of all the sexy bikers next door to us in Galveston,” she sang.
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