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  Fucker. I want to ask his name so I can work my special sort of magic on him, but now is not the time.

  When her eyes come back up, she shrugs this little shrug. “But, to be honest, it was sort of a non-event. Tab A into slot B and that was basically it. At least he wore a condom. I’ve never touched another man. And, I haven’t done most other things. Just, I’m not a virgin in the true meaning of the word, and I had to be honest about that.” The innocence I see in her face tells me, in every way that counts, she is a virgin.

  My virgin.

  “Precious, I want you to know, your pleasure, your happiness, comes first and always will. If you need to ask anything, tell me anything, show me what feels good...I want you to know, I want to hear it all. Every thought in that head, I want to know. Then know some more, including anything and everything about this.” I nod down to where our bodies are nearly touching. “Got it?”

  She nods, and I bring my other hand up to take the one that is resting at her neck and put it around mine.

  “I want to feel you,” she whispers, and there is no blood left in my brain.

  I bring her plump, soft lips to mine as I guide her bare sex down to brush against the length of my cock. I glance over her shoulder to be sure no one is paying us any attention because any fuck that would covet what’s mine right now would lose his balls.

  Her tongue slips between my lips as mine does hers, sliding against each other, and another thought races through my brain, challenging the one I had a moment ago.

  I wish people would look. I want them to see this sweet beauty showing the world she’s mine. Pride engulfs me as her wet slit connects with my throbbing dick.

  We both moan at the contact, and if I felt protective of her before, I’d give my dying breath for her now. Our kiss turns more passionate, and I groan as I reach under the table and dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, pulling her and pushing her up and down.

  She’s soaking my cock as I slow her movements and pull back from our kiss, both of us practically panting already.

  “Do you feel good, Precious?” I grit out, feeling her knees tighten against my hips as she rides me up and down.

  Her hands move to the sides of my face, her glazed eyes pinned on mine, and she nods, her lips open and her hips flexing and pressing down harder, building the friction.

  I’m on the edge, but I bite the inside of my cheek until the warm metallic flavor of my blood spreads across my tongue, giving me the strength to hold off until she goes first.

  Her breath is coming faster, in ragged little gasps, and I kiss her again, the desperate need to be connected to her overwhelming every sense, every synapse.

  Between our kisses, she leans in and her lips move against the shell of my ear. “I’ve never had an orgasm before today. With you. I’ve never been able to before.” The words explode inside of me. She is a virgin in every way that counts to me.

  “Baby.” I barely get the word out as my sweet girl kicks it up a notch. Her hips circle, slipping her drenched pussy up and down, round and round against the head of my cock, and the only other thought in my mind besides giving her her second orgasm is: she is mine.

  Mine.

  No one will ever touch her but me. No one will ever hurt her. I’m her everything now, and she’s mine.

  Our eyes are connected as she licks her lips and her eyes drop closed. Her tits are bouncing under her dress, and I grip her ass harder, making her moan as I lose more of myself every second. Her warm skin feels so right in my hands.

  I want to give her everything. To take away all the pain of her past, anything that’s hurt her and make it right. I feel the broken little girl under the surface of her capable outward appearance, and I intend to be her strength. To be the one who has her back in life. The one that will run interference for any trials that will come her way from now on.

  The sweet candy scent of her cunt has my mouth watering. I’ll taste her soon, I’ll feel that tight opening stretch to accommodate my cock, and I’ll fill her with me. She will not go a day without my seed on her—and in her—in one way or another.

  I run my hands from her ass down her thighs, spreading her wider as her movements quicken.

  “Yes, good girl. Take what’s yours. I will give you everything.” My tongue swirls at the base of her neck, alternating kisses, and bites as the action has her gasping in my ear.

  I’m claiming her with my mark, just as she’s claiming me with her pleasure.

  Before long, I’ll claim her in every way. In every hole. So, she knows just who she belongs to.

  She whimpers, and I move with her, my cock slick with her sweet juice, twitching to get inside her. But that will wait.

  “Feel what you do to me, Precious? How you make me lose control? No one has ever made me lose control.”

  She moans at my words, and I take another bite of her neck on the other side. She’s making these little magical sounds as I work my teeth into her and her fingertips dig into the sides of my head, tearing at my hair.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it go. Give it to me. I need it.”

  It’s about a thousand degrees where our flesh is melting against each other, and she cries out. I look into her eyes because I need to see her right now. I need to take in this moment and commit it to memory forever.

  “Yes, baby,” I groan as I thrust upward, feeling her body gush and watching her eyes close as she throws her head back.

  A fierce growl comes out of me as her eyes go from closed to wide and her legs start to shake. Her knees clasp against my hips and her face flushes, mouth dropping open and my name is on her lips, making me lose the slightest bit of control I had left.

  We buck and grind together as she cums and my cock pumps my cum out and onto the fabric of our clothes. Her body seizes up, her fingers twisting in my hair as she rocks her hips against me and more cum pulses out of my cock. I’ve never come so hard and long in my life, and it makes me fear what will happen when I finally get inside her. I might die.

  I can’t help myself when I reach between us, running my fingers up and down the tip of my cock where we have our combined pleasure and bring it to her lips, painting us on her there.

  When she opens her mouth, her eyes burning with desire, and sucks my fingers inside, my body lurches and I cum again.

  “Such a good girl,” I rumble as she closes her lips around my fingers and sucks. My cock is throbbing, my balls are drawn so tight they are painful as I grind my teeth together until my jaw pops.

  The thought of pumping my seed inside her pounds in my head like a drum and keeps my cock as hard as an iron bar.

  When she finally comes down, and her breathing steadies, I take my fingers from her mouth and smooth her hair back from her warm cheeks.

  My cock needs more; he’s far from done with her. And all I can think about is getting her back home and claiming her completely.

  Home.

  When she smiles, I melt.

  “We made a sort of a mess,” she giggles and slides herself up and down my cock, pressing it hard against my stomach. “And you’re still hard. Isn’t it supposed to...” She shrugs and bobs her head back and forth, lowering her voice to continue, “...like, not be hard after?”

  “I don’t think my cock will ever not be hard again.” I cup her cheek with my hand.

  “Why do you think all this is happening? I mean, us. It’s like I’ve known you forever. I don’t understand it.”

  “I guess it was just our turn. I didn’t even know I wanted a turn, but now that I’ve got you, I’m not giving up. I want my turn to be happy. With you.”

  Her cheeks light up, and her eyes sparkle. “Me too.”

  “Good. Now, let’s get the hell out of here. I’m taking you home.”

  8

  NICCI

  GEO BUTTONS HIS SUIT jacket as we make our way through the restaurant. I feel like everyone is looking at us but I’m so high from my orgasm and just being next to him I barely care.

  I’m f
airly shocked at myself as well. I’m a very dirty girl.

  Who knew?

  Geo is dead eyeing any man that looks my way as he guides me, hand on my back, through the tables and into the bar area which you have to pass through to get to the front door.

  “Shit.” I hear Geo say, and I flip my head up to see the strain on his face.

  “What’s wrong?” I look him up and down, making sure the cum mess we made on the front of his slacks is not too evident. I dipped my napkin in ice water and did my best to spot clean his dark slacks before we left the table, but well...I could have missed some.

  But when I follow his gaze, I see a man sitting at the bar where we are about to pass.

  “Baby,” he stalls, turning me toward him. “Wait here. Two seconds, I have to talk to someone. Business.” He leans down and kisses me on the top of my head, his hands on my upper arms positioning me next to an empty table near the wall. He holds up two fingers and clears his throat, turning and walking toward an older gentleman who looks nervous but waves at Geo.

  As he gets closer, the man stands, shoving his hands down into the front pockets of his pants and pulling them inside out. He shrugs, and Geo gets within a foot of him when the man throws his hands up and starts gesticulating and talking a mile a minute but so quiet there’s no way I can catch a word of it.

  Geo holds a hand up, and after a few seconds the man stops, but there’s a wild look in his eyes. It’s fear.

  The man listens while Geo talks for about thirty seconds, then looks at me and I shrink against the wall.

  When he does, Geo’s hand darts out, grabbing him by the shirt and bringing his gaze back to center on him. A chill rushes through me. The energy between them is making me uneasy, even from across the room.

  I shift back and forth on my feet, crossing my arms and glancing around the bar which is empty except for the three of us and the bartender, who is busy wiping glasses and holding them up to the light before setting them on the shelf above the bar.

  A few seconds later, the man turns and slaps his hands on the wooden bar as Geo spins on his heel and heads back toward me.

  “Come on, baby.” He wraps his arm around me, tugging me against him like he is taking me out of a dangerous situation.

  As we pass the man at the bar, he glares at me, and I look away as Geo ushers us out the front door and gives the valet his ticket. The valet nods, turns, and heads away, leaving us to wait and I pull myself in closer to Geo, feeling the tension in his body. The glow and relaxed vibe he had when we left the table is gone.

  “What is it you do exactly?” It dawns on me just how little I know about him. I have no idea what he does for a living. If he has family.

  Pets even.

  God, what if he wears Crocs?

  He licks his top lip, pulling it tight across his teeth and then replacing the arm around my shoulders with holding my hand.

  “I’m an investor.” His flat tone tells me he may not exactly love his work.

  There’s a niggling in the back of my brain and a funny feeling in my belly, and I can’t help pushing for more.

  “What kind of investor?” I ask as the valet pulls his Suburban around, opening both doors and handing Geo his keys.

  Geo reaches in his pocket and gives the valet a few dollars before putting me in the passenger seat and buckling me in, then closing the door and coming around to climb in on his side.

  He’s quiet for a few minutes, and the tension inside the car is making me feel like he is hiding something, then he clearly decides he needs to give me an answer.

  “I trade money.”

  “Oh.” I cross my ankles and squint out the window, then look over at him. “Like currency trading? I’ve heard of that.”

  “Yes. Currency trading. Exactly.” He palms the steering wheel as we turn onto the busy street and he reaches over toward me with his other hand, palm up. “Hand,” he commands, and I intertwine my fingers in his.

  When he turns our hands over, his on top, and settles them on the center of the seat between us, I notice fading bruises on his knuckles and a small cut. They look rough, the back of his hands scarred and his knuckles thick like someone that works with their hands.

  Not exactly the hands of a currency nerd.

  “What happened?” I take my free hand and trace my index finger over his knuckles.

  He stiffens and swallows before answering.

  “Workouts. I do some fighting. In a gym.” He exhales and looks my way with an odd look in his eyes. They are darker than usual, deep-set, and the easy flow of our conversation at dinner is gone.

  I nod, looking out the window at the tall buildings of downtown as we work out a way to the freeway, the Suburban humming under us and I wonder if maybe he’s changing his mind. He’s had his fun, and maybe in the light of post-climax, I’m not so sparkly and new.

  “Tell me about your family.” His voice lightens as my own mood darkens at his question.

  “Well.” I try to keep my voice steady. “As you know, I don’t know my father.”

  He tightens his fingers on mine. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  I shrug. “It’s okay. It’s all I know, and truth could be worse if I did know. You never know, he could be a horrible guy.”

  He pauses, then goes on with more questions. “Any brothers or sisters?”

  “No sibs.” I start, thinking about how growing up I dreamed about having a sister. Someone that would take away the crippling loneliness I felt through so much of my childhood. “And my mom...” I pause, trying to choose my words carefully. “I love her, but she sort of had problems.”

  “Can you tell me, baby? I mean, I don’t really remember her that well to tell you the truth. That time in my life was hard...some things happened that I don’t like to think about, and I sort of lost a lot of memories. But I want to know about her, if you’re comfortable telling me.”

  “Sure. I don’t mind. She’s in prison back in Oklahoma where we lived for the last six years. She drinks. That’s the biggest problem.”

  I see Geo shake his head, then look at me with sadness in his eyes.

  “That’s why I don’t drink. I’ll never drink. I watched it ruin her. Ruined our life, over and over. She sold drugs sometimes to pay the bills too. Hung around a lot of not so nice people. I’m not feeling sorry for myself though. I got out fairly unscathed. Nothing horrible happened to me. I just want a different life. I dropped out of high school when I was sixteen to go to work because I was tired of us losing our housing.”

  “Wow. You’re wicked smart, baby.”

  “Maybe.” I look out the windshield to see the first drops of rain hitting the glass. The sky is darkening, and there’s a dim flash of lightning in the distance.

  “I’ve got you now. You’re safe.”

  “Yeah. I just made it my purpose in life not to repeat her mistakes. I’ve never committed a crime, at least that I know of,” I giggle as the car speeds as we enter the freeway. “And I won’t hang around anyone that does. I mean, it’s okay.” I look over at Geo. “I know you’re speeding, but I can forgive you. Just watch it.” I jab a finger and narrow my eyes his way, and he cracks a half smile, raising his eyebrows.

  “I’ll watch myself.” His words are flat, and the odd feeling he’s hiding something comes over me again. But I shake it off, realizing we still need to figure each other out. He could just be nervous or unsure how much to share with me.

  Who knows, I mean, he’s clearly got money. Maybe he’s worried I’m a gold digger. I don’t want to pry, to make him think I’m trying to play him in some way, so I settle myself and put my other hand on top of his, telling myself just to let things happen at their own pace.

  “Good.” I smile, feeling that tingling tension as I look over at him.

  He’s magnificent, and I can see how people would be frightened of him. He’s not conventionally handsome, that’s for sure, and his size is awe-inspiring. But he radiates this masculine, don’t fuck with me kind of ene
rgy that I’m sure is off-putting to a lot of people, but I find so attractive I can barely contain the little orgasm that threatens to overtake me just from looking at him.

  The rest of the way to his place, he asks me all sorts of questions. He’s so interested in everything about me I feel like a celebrity around him. Like I’m someone special.

  Which I’m definitely not.

  Or maybe I am. To him. And that sends a shiver of pleasure reverberating all the way up my spine.

  When he slows in front of a driveway, pulling in and punching a code into the box on his side, I can’t help but be impressed. A second later, a massive iron gate swings open to let us in. The same iron fencing crosses the front of the property, and I wonder for a split second if he’s trying to keep something out or something in.

  I sit up, and he finally lets my hand go after kissing the back. The property is heavily wooded in the front, and it takes a few seconds driving up the driveway before the main structure comes into view.

  It’s still hard to believe that just this morning, I was laying in the hospital ready to meet my father for the first time. It feels like a lifetime ago.

  When the house finally comes into full view, I think Geo must be the celebrity.

  “Oh. My. Gawd. Is this an apartment building? Or a tourist attraction?”

  “I got a good deal,” he says as he winds the Suburban into the circular drive. “Investment.”

  “How long have you lived here?” I stare up at the three-story stone mansion. “How many people live here?”

  “Ten years. And one. Unless you count the ghosts.” He turns the car off, turning to me with a smile. “Just kidding, no ghosts. An occasional mouse though.”

  “Oh, I love mice. You don’t kill them, do you?” I give him a playful glare.

  “Actually.” He bobs his eyebrows. “I don’t. I use live traps if I need to and then take them to the back of the property and let them go.”