Chapter 07

Did I spank some sense into her?

***Afon***

 

Twenty fucking times the palm of my hand has made contact with her skin. Sending a pulse straight to my dick every damn time. The vile things she said about herself…pushing me away. Fuck. She taunted me, then lashing out that I’ve already seen her scars.

She’s wrong on every front but fuck…I lied to her. I didn’t see all of her because I fucking respected her dignity. I saw all of her just now for the first time when she was standing fully naked in the shower.

“Sometimes it seems like this world sucks the life straight out of your soul, yet you…your body flaring alive underneath my hand. Fuck, Andy. You make the two of us drift off to a world that revolves around us.” I’m still trying to catch my damn breath but I have to get the rest out now. “I lied before, Andy. I didn’t see all of you before I watched you in the shower. I had Tarzan waiting for me when I brought you home. She was the one who cleaned you up with my back turned because I wasn’t leaving the room.”

She tenses in my arms. I damn well know she’s bracing herself to start fighting.

“The fucking reason I left the damn bathroom is because I want to consummate our marriage on our wedding night. We ain’t married yet, Andy. But we will be soon. I’ve waited months so what’s an extra two weeks, huh?” I chase her pulse along her neckline with my nose, breathing her in. “But fuck, anima mia…I will do everything except slide my dick inside your pussy. You’re headstrong, claiming that can never happen…for some fucked up reason. Then fine. You hear me? F. I. N. E. Because the way you reacted to my touch?” My fingers carefully slide downwards making a path straight through her trimmed curls only to find a pair of drenched lips.

If she was tensed up a moment ago, she’s fucking stone now. Fuck.

“Sweetheart…the way you freeze up? That’s also the reason I had to get away from your naked body underneath the shower. I crave you. And I will make damn sure your body will long for my touch, will be used to the way I worship, will know every detail it needs to be tipped over the edge and head straight for the kind of pleasure no one ever gave you. Remember the heat I gave you a few breaths ago? The burn that’s still heating your skin? That’s the kind of fire that will overtake your pussy…only my cum will be able to extinguish that, anima mia.” My fingers leave her heavenly place and my chest fucking blooms from the fact that she’s leaning against me instead of being the rigid statue I was holding just now.

I bring my fingers close to my face and feel her head turn my way. She takes me in as I inhale her sweet scent before my digits disappear into my mouth. Her arousal hitting my tongue makes a moan rip from my body. My eyes close. Fuck. She tastes so damn good.

Something brushes over my bottom lip. Opening my eyes, I find Andy’s gaze locked on my mouth, her thumb now trailing down my chin. Turning her body slightly, she raises herself on her damn tiptoes and connects our mouths ever so gently.

Before I can apprehend, consume her damn mouth to the point of devouring completely, she pulls away. And I fucking let her because I’m stunned as fuck that she kissed me just now.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “You okay?”

“Getting there,” she tells me before she throws me a look over her shoulder, eyes uncertain with her teeth sinking in her bottom lip.

For the first time around her, I don’t know what the hell to do. Did I spank some sense into her? Finally crawled out of that black hole she fell into when she pulled away from everyone to seek revenge and failed? With Tarzan I always knew she’d bounce back after a few days, like the seven days I gave Andy.

“Thank you,” she mutters shyly and puts on underwear, tight jeans, and a blue tank top.

I’m still reeling that she flipped a one eighty when she’s standing in front of me.

“Could you move?” She peers into my eyes. “I need to get to the girls before they wander off and scout the place on their own or do God knows what. Oh, and we’re not done. We need to talk about Marco some more and this whole thing about the wedding is,”

“Nonnegotiable,” I tell her. “For the last fucking time, you’re mine.”

I see anger flowing into her features. Throwing her shoulders back she snarls, “So that’s it, huh? I’m just supposed to give my brother full control over the gang I used to run along with him and be a lovely housewife to you and let you spank me every now and then to keep me in line? Is that it?”

“Fuck no,” I growl in her face. “You earned that spanking. And yeah, your brother might be the only one who’s going to lead his gang but that means you’re out of the retaliation field. You’re tied to both an Italian, and a huge Russian gang. Every single fucking person on this fucking earth will think twice about coming after you.”

Understanding strikes her face. Her breathing picks up again and I’m fucking sure she’s threatening to slip back into a fucking panic attack. I need her to focus, get her breathing under control.

“All but that fucking Marco, he doesn’t seem to be backing off.” Inching closer, I lean into her personal space. “But we’ll handle that one ourselves, right?”

“Yes,” she hisses.

“Then go and have some fun with your friends. You need it. I’ll go over everything again later. Ford, along with Peacock, and your brother, will be here two hours from now. Did you want to see your brother? If you don’t want to, just give me the word and I’ll throw him out the door right after the meeting.”

A smile spreads her face, her hand comes up and pats my pecs. “Nah, I think I need to have a little chat with my brother. Delaying it will only postpone the healing time his face needs and with our wedding in two weeks…yeah, screw that. I don’t fucking care. I need to kick his ass so we might as well get it over with today.”

I give her a curt nod and taking advantage of her closeness, I quickly brush my lips over hers before I step back. “Go. I need to get properly dressed for the meeting.”

Her gaze drops and I’m sure she gets an eyeful of my dick that’s doing a fine job of tenting my damn sweatpants. Good thing she’s scurrying out of the bedroom at full speed. For the both of us. But mainly for me; avoiding the temptation of throwing her on the bed and sinking myself deep. She’s got no damn clue how hard these baby steps are, it’s killing me, but she needs it so that’s what she gets.

It takes me twenty minutes to slide into my suit without a fucking boner. At least my hair is fucking perfect. Nah, I’m kidding, the buzz cut is easy maintenance. I needed a cold damn shower.

I’m right on time when the front door swings open and Ford steps inside. Yeah. Both my bosses have a key. Well, Tarzan doesn’t have one anymore. Andy can fight me on the damn contract all she wants but I saw the jealousy spike in her whole body when she found out Tarzan had a key. Not to mention those women getting an eyeful of my bare chest.

Baby steps. Her body might be skipping ahead, but it’s her mind that needs to slide into place. Soon enough.