“I’m not sure this room’s gonna work,” I tell Lick, who’s standing beside me. It’s the next day, and almost everything is moved in. The cupboards, cabinets, and closets are all full, and each room is fully furnished. Lick has given me the master bedroom at the end of the hall while he takes the first room. The kids’ rooms are in the middle. He said he feels better knowing that the kids have to pass his room to roam the house.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asks. We’re currently standing in Ryder’s room. Lick has plastered every heavy metal group he listened to growing up. I know that he’s a few years old than I am, but these bands seem ancient, and Ryder’s not even a teenager yet.
“Don’t you think that one will give him nightmares?” I point to a poster where the guy is biting the head off a rat.
He turns his body to mirror mine. “Babe,”—Well, that’s a first—“don’t tell me you don’t know who that is?” He points to the poster. “That is classic music representation, right there. Nothing says music like Ozzy Fucking Osborne.”
“What if he likes rap?” My eyes roam over the walls, the bed, the dresser, and the desk.
“The fuck you say?” He shakes his head. “No nephew of mine would like rap. Fuck that shit. My sister better damn well have taught him how to appreciate music. She listened to it enough with me.”
“But he still may like rap.”
“Fuck no.”
“Or country.” I grin. “What if he likes country?”
“That hillbilly shit? How the hell do you expect me to listen to that country bullshit?”
“I’m not saying you should listen to it, but there’s a chance that Ryder will like music other than metal. I’m just warning you.”
“Ain’t fucking happening.” He walks around, running his hands over the furniture. I watch Lick as he fiddles with the little knickknacks on the desk in the corner. He’s a brute of a man. There’s so much beauty in all his fury. So much turmoil that constantly ravages at his soul. He fights his demons every day. Tries to keep the evil beneath the surface, making sure he’s nothing like the woman who gave birth to him.
“Can I ask you something?”
He turns. “You know I don’t like this sharing shit, Sugar Tits.”
“Well, it seems this sharing stuff is something you’re going to have to start to at least tolerate. You’re going to be living with two kids who will for sure have questions and will for sure want answers. Not only about their mom or you, or your family, but they’re going to ask questions about life, and you’re going to need to answer them.”
“That’s why I have you.”
I tilt my head. “Is that why I’m here? So, I can do the heavy lifting.”
He curses under his breath. He knows he messed up. “I thought you wanted to be here?” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“I want you to want them here.”
He grabs the back of his neck while he looks down at the floor. When he brings his gaze up, I can see the fury brewing behind his deep chocolate eyes. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
“And I don’t know what you want from me.” I stand tall, my shoulders straight. “Do you want me here so I can take care of them while you do your thing?”
“Fuck no. I can get any bitch to do that.”
The name calling makes me flinch. “What was that yesterday?” I know I’m pushing his buttons and that I’m treading on thin ice, but I need to know. The words that Cruise threw at me yesterday have been floating around in my head.
“That was me acting on something that I’ve never felt before.”
“Explain.”
“Fucking Christ.” He rubs his hands down his face, gently tugging at the ends of his facial hair. “The need to lay my claim. To mark my territory.” My stomach flips at his words. “To make sure that you, and anyone else who may be clueless, know that you aren’t available for looking, kissing, touching or fucking.”
I flinch at his words. “I’m not available?”
“Fuck no.”
“Says who?” I point my finger towards him. “You?”
He takes two long strides before he’s standing in front of me. He’s looking at me with a hunger in his eyes that I’ve never seen—for me or for anyone. I’m a little nervous.
Bringing his hand to the nape of my neck, he pulls me towards him until I’m flush against his chest. “Yes, Jenni. My name rolls slowly from his tongue, and I love the way it sounds on his lips. “I’m saying it.” His eyes scan my face, jumping from my eyes to my lips. I subconsciously dart my tongue out, wetting my bottom lip.
“I’m saying it because for the first time in my thirty-three years, I’ve found a woman who defies every thought I’ve had when it comes to bitches.” He takes his free hand and slowly runs his finger down my cheek, leaving chills in its wake. “I’ve found someone who has proven to me that my examples of women have been piss fucking poor, and there’s no fucking way in hell that I’m going to ever let you the fuck go.”
His lips come crashing down on mine. His tongue sweeps against the seam and I gladly let him in. His hands ghost down my body as I press my chest into his. I can feel him harden and the thought excites me. Tearing my mouth from his, I pull myself up to my toes and continue to kiss along his jawline, moving down his neck. His skin is salty from the work we’ve been doing today. Knowing that he’s been working, building and creating because of something I want for him has me turned on in ways I never thought possible.
The roughness of his palms runs along the skin of my waist as he skirts his hands under my shirt. I feel the waist of my pants being pulled from my body. My eyes snap open, and my nerves kick in before I feel the warmth of his finger enter my core.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet,” he says in my ear. The warmth of his breath and the motion of his fingers causes me to shiver. Before I know it, I pull my shirt from my body. He takes a step back with his finger still inside me, stroking me, causing my knees to weaken as he stares at me. “Fuck those tits, Goddamn those tits.”
Gripping his arms, I try to hold myself up, as he continues to work me. With his other hand, he pulls at the cup of my bra, before taking a nipple in his mouth. I’ve never felt something so good in my life.
“Off. Now,” he says against my breast before he pulls his finger from between my legs and begins to work my bra. Once the clasp is undone, he grasps it from the front and yanks it from my arms. He’s like a mad man, ripping his shirt from his body and unbuttoning his pants, shoving them down his legs. My eyes widen as he reveals his hardened, metal clad cock. He quickly tugs at each one of his boots before pulling his socks off his feet. All the while, he never takes his eyes off me. He licks his lips, his stare holding nothing but fire, eyeing me like I’m his last meal.
The wolf and the lamb.
I begin to feel tiny beneath his stare. “Um, Lick…” My eyes dart between his cock and his eyes and back to his cock. When I start to retreat, I watch him stalk towards me, making his dick bob with each step. “Lick?”
The feel of cold wall hits my bare back. “No time for words,” he tells me before his hand comes up to my neck and he crashes his lips to mine once more. With one hand cupping my face, he uses the other to push down my shorts until they puddle at my feet.
“Up,” he commands as he brings his hands under my thighs, lifting me up. When I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, I feel the cool metal against my pussy. I tense in his arms, and his kisses turn from fierce to slow and passionate, allowing me to relax under the touch of his lips.
When I pull back, I can see the intense pleasure in his eyes. His face is flushed, his lips more swollen than usual. Searching his eyes, I see what I’ve never seen before.
Total devotion.
Even if his mind may not know it, his heart does. Biting my lip, I try to hide my smile as I give him the nod I know he’s waiting for. My stomach flips with anticipation.
Am I really gonna do this?
His eyes dilate. “Yeah?” he questions.
I nod. “Yeah.” My voice chokes with emotion.
“Thank fuck.”
He hikes me up a little more and slides into me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I wait for the pain I’ve heard about. The metal ring that adorns the tip of his penis, and the bars that align his cock, hit nerve ending after nerve ending. I whimper at the feel of him. He stills, allowing my body to adjust to his size.
“Fuck, baby,” he tells me as he slowly pumps into me. “So, fucking good,” he grunts into my ear.
My moans become louder as he continues to pump into me. My head rolls back in pleasure, something that I want to feel for the rest of my life. It’s so consuming, the connection with him at this moment. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My orgasm continues to build as he hits me in the right spot. Biting his shoulder, I try to stifle my moan, the tingles spreading through my body.
“Lick…” His name rolls from my lips in a breathy moan. My head falls back.
“Eyes. Give me your eyes,” he commands.
Without thought, I lift my head, connecting with his stare. The desire that’s showing behind his dark irises has my orgasm racking through my body. The heat in his eyes and the sweat on his brow is proof of how turned on he is. How much he wants this.
He’s never been inside any of us.
The knowledge that it’s me he’s chosen brings a smile to my face.
“That’s it.” He bites his lip, as he stares into my eyes. “Fuck yeah, give it to me.” His pace picks up, not allowing me to gently ride through the orgasm. His movement increases the severity of my pleasure. Before my body feels complete relief, I feel another orgasm build. I pull myself higher on his waist then sink back down on his cock.
Lick curses under his breath. “Fuck…Ahh…shit,” he grunts then stills.
Both of us panting, he brings his eyes to mine. I become uncomfortable beneath his stare. Avoiding his gaze, I look anywhere but to the man who I’ve just given myself to. I try to gather the courage to speak the words I need him to hear. I blow the untamed curls from my face, before giving in and drawing my eyes to his.
“That’s a first for me,” I say when I finally catch my breath.
He studies my face, searching for something that I hope my eyes will convey. “Me too.”
My gaze falls. I want to push him away. I want to leave this room and hide from the humiliation. I know those words aren’t true, and I feel a little deflated that he can so blatantly lie to me after what I just gave to him.
He clears his throat. “First time I’ve ever willingly fucked someone.” I jerk at the terminology he uses. Lifting my chin with his finger, I’m made to meet his gaze. “Small steps, baby.”
He rubs his hand through my hair, cupping my face. “Remember this, this right here.” He moves his finger between the two of us. “It was by choice. My choice and I picked you. Your choice and you picked me. No matter what the fuck I may call it, remember that we chose each other.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, right before the door bells rings, breaking our intimate moment.