I’m lying through my fucking teeth, but if it gets my woman back in my bed, if it gets me the names I need to end the son of a bitch who hurt her and most of all gets her to the point where she will finally accept my claim, then I will lie. Fuck, the truth is, after a few days and nights without her, I’d do almost anything.

“Isn’t it kind of early to go to bed?” she asks as we make it back to my room. I lock the door with a lazy smile.

“If we were going to bed, maybe.”

She turns and looks at me, and I can tell she’s nervous, but she’s also excited. She wants this.

“Hellcat, I should warn you, this won’t be my finest hour, because I want you too damn much to make it last,” I say, while stripping.

“The fact that you’re saying it will last an hour proves you’re wrong,” she says, taking her clothes off too.

Any other time I’d undress her, but I am dying here. I’ve spent the last two nights without her and fuck me, I need her. When I look up, she’s finishing taking off her panties and bra. She’s beautiful. I’ve always known it, but right now it’s driven home what a lucky bastard I am. Dani and I have so much back and forth arguing, then fucking and then arguing some more, sometimes I give myself whiplash. The truth is I don’t know shit about relationships, and Dani’s so messed up from her fucker of an ex, that I doubt it could be any different, but even with all the conflict—it’s better than anything I’ve ever had. It’s better than anything I’ve ever imagined.

I take her in my arms and instantly that empty spot that has haunted me the last few nights, is gone. She links her hands behind my neck and pulls my head down to her lips. Her warm skin is pressed against mine, but it’s still not close enough. I don’t think it ever will be.

“I’ve missed you, Zander,” she whispers, her sweet lips grazing my five o’clock shadow, her teeth nibbling the same path.

“God, I have missed you too, baby. Climb up here on the bed, and let me love you,” I demand, anxious to get inside of her.

“I…I don’t want that,” she says, pulling back slightly, and disappointment swamps me.

“Hellcat, I know you…”

“Sit down on the bed, Zander,” her quiet plea has me catching my breath. I’ve always been the type to demand what I want in the bedroom, but right now I can think of nothing I’d rather do than obey Dani. I don’t know what she has in mind, but I’m anxious to find out.

I turn so my back is to the bed. I keep one of her hands in mine and my eyes on her. I back up the few steps it takes until my legs hit the mattress. I sit down. Slowly she lowers down in front of me on her knees. I don’t know how it’s possible but two emotions war with each other immediately. First and foremost is the urge to scream yes at the top of my lungs. Then guilt, because I know she’s scared of this. I don’t know why, but I do know whatever the story is behind it, will be bad.

“Dani, sweetheart, you don’t have to do this,” I tell her, and I end my sentence on a groan as she takes my cock in her warm hand and strokes it once.

“I want to do this, Zander. I might be a little unsure, but I’ve been imagining giving you this for weeks. I want to make you happy. I want to give you pleasure.”

“My sweet, Hellcat,” I whisper, bending down to kiss her. “I love that you want that, but it shouldn’t be all about me. Anything we do together should bring us both pleasure. If it doesn’t then we shouldn’t do it.”

“But…how?” she asks confused, and I’m not exactly sure what she’s asking, but I go with it.

“How about you just play a little and if you don’t like it you climb up on my dick and ride me?” I ask. When she still looks nervous, I add, “Anytime Hellcat, you never have to do anything here. I want you, just you and anyway I can get you., I tell her, trying to reassure her. Then, I wait to see what happens.

Her hand reaches down first to cup my balls. I want to moan out loud at the way she gently massages them, as if she is testing their weight. Her hand comes up and wraps around my cock and pumps it up, and then slowly down.

“Before you, Zander…do you know I thought a man’s penis was ugly? I would have been happy never seeing another one in my life,” she says, stroking me one more time.

“They all are, except for Junior, Hellcat. Not even worth your time,” I tell her, trying to joke, but the words come out in a moan, because she places a chaste kiss against the head of my dick.

She rubs her lips together. I know she tastes me, because my cock is weeping for her. I hold my breath, wondering what will happen next. I don’t have a long wait. She runs her tongue over my head again, gathering more fluid and bringing it into her mouth. I watch her tongue move and become hypnotized with the movements. I’m so lost that I’m completely unprepared for the way her mouth slides down over the head. I want her to go further. It takes all I have, not to grab her by the hair and push her farther down on me. I catch my hands half way there and divert them to her tits. I don’t want to scare her. Her nipples are hard and begging for attention. I roll them between my thumb and index fingers, teasing them. Her mouth slides down a little more on my shaft, and I tug on her nipples as a reward, before going back to playing with them gently. One of her hands is still massaging my balls, and it feels so good I could honestly come from just this alone. That won’t happen though, because she slides further down my cock nearly taking my entire length into her mouth. Heaven—motherfucking heaven.

I groan out loud from the combination of the soft, wet hot haven of her mouth and the way her tongue is caressing my length. She holds still and looks up at me with her eyes. My hand shakes like a fucking school boy as I move her hair out of the way. I’ve been a man whore. I love women, and I love fucking, but I don’t think I’ve seen anything sexier in my life than the sight of Dani on her knees in front of me, her mouth full of my cock, her eyes dark with need, and my hands full of her breasts.

“It feels good, Hellcat,” I’m lying, because it’s so fucking more than good. I’m not sure there are words invented to describe it. “Suck me, baby. Suck my dick hard, please?” I add, holding her breasts completely in my hands, squeezing them repeatedly, loving the way they contract and expand in my hands.

Dani’s eyes close, and she sucks hard. She works my cock with her mouth while using her hand to stroke me at the same time. If I allowed myself, I would have already shot my load. Someday soon, I plan on coming this way. Just not today. I move my hands under her arms lift her up. She reluctantly lets go of my cock with a popping noise. She stands up on her own and looks down at me in confusion.

“What? Why did you stop me? Was I doing it wrong?”

“Hellcat, listen to me. Nothing you give me will ever be wrong.”

“Then what…”

“I need the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”

“Right now? But I was enjoying sucking on you. I wasn’t done,” she says almost in a pout, and I grin. It will take us a while to get there, but this woman is perfect for me.

“That’s good because you’re going to keep doing it,” I answer, and then I lie back on the bed. “Climb up here and sit on my face, Hellcat. I’m about to show you why sixty-nine is the best fucking number ever made.”

She looks unsure, but crawls up on the bed and straddles my face.

“That’s it baby, now lie down against me and take my cock back in that beautiful mouth of yours, while I make you feel good.”

It takes her a few minutes to get settled, but she stretches out and slowly my cock slides back into that hot little mouth. I moan out my pleasure against her pussy. I use my tongue to delve into her hole and then back out to flick that hard, little clit over and over, lashing it. I push my finger into her ass and use my other hand to push her deep into me, encouraging her to ride my face. Her pussy tastes so sweet and tangy; I know it’s a taste that I will need every day for the rest of my life.

We work together, as if we’ve been fucking together our entire life. She’s devouring my cock while I’m trying to do the same with her juicy little cunt. Her essence is sliding along her legs and bathing my face. Her clit is so hard it quivers every time I run my tongue over it. When she starts rotating her hips against my face, clenching so fucking hard she could smother me and riding me faster and faster—I know we’re close to the end. That’s good, because my balls are so full, I’m about to lose it. I use her own wetness, by gathering it on my fingers and then sliding them into her tight little ass. I begin fucking her ass hard with two fingers, doing my best to keep her pussy hard against my mouth, and eating her out like a starving man. She’s taken the entire length of my shaft in her mouth. I tongue fuck her over and over in tandem with my fingers, using my free hand to grind her back and forth on my face. She has all of my cock and sucking it so hard, I’m surprised she’s not choking on it. Then she groans, the sound vibrating against my dick. Her pussy spasms, and I know she’s done. She comes all over my face. I drink her in, continuing to fuck her harder and harder, not allowing her to come down. As her second orgasm begins on the heels of her last one, I lose it. My cum jets into her mouth. I hear her grunt and her mouth slides up letting cool air hit my dick. I jerk and quiver in her hand, as she continues sucking on my head, swallowing me down.

Eventually we clean up in the shower, go another round while we’re there, and then slide back under the covers. I’m holding her close, enjoying having her in my arms. Feeling at peace with the world in general right now. It’s early, barely dusk, but I’m not moving the rest of the night. About the only thing I plan on doing tonight is fucking my woman again.

“Wow,” she says, after curling into my side and laying her head on my shoulder. I bend down and kiss the top of her head, my fingers again finding their way into her hair, which is slightly damp from our shower.

“You can say that again,” I whisper, nuzzling her soft hair, and placing yet another kiss, before laying back and staring up at the ceiling.

“I wish I had met you six years ago,” she says sometime later. Her voice sounding sad.

“We’ve got each other now.”

“I would have been better for you six years ago. Six years ago, I wasn’t broken, I wasn’t afraid, I could have loved you with a whole heart.”

I study her words, dissect them.

“Is that when you met Michael?”

“I was so young and stupid. Graduating high school, I thought I knew everything. Michael was older, good-looking, charismatic, rich, all those things you read in books that make the perfect man.”

I knock down the jealousy inside of me at her words. It’s not the time. Still, it will give me another reason to kill the motherfucker.

“I think that’s my biggest guilt, the thing that sticks with me the most…” her voice is weak and full of distaste.

“What’s that, Hellcat?”

“The fact that in the beginning, I wanted his attention. I enjoyed being around him. I wanted his touch.”

“That changed?”

“There was something off about him, something that didn’t feel good about him. I didn’t notice it at first. At first I was totally lost in my first taste of young love. I had men after me before because of my dad’s money, but Michael had his own. So, his interest had to be just in me, you know?”

I don’t say anything. She’s talking freely, and my mind is busy making notes. Finding new layers to Dani that I didn’t know existed. Her fingers are tracing one of the tattoos on my chest, so I just continue stroking her hair and listening, afraid to bring her out of the place she seems to have slipped into.

“Slowly though, things started happening that set off alarm bells.”

So much for remaining quiet. When she doesn’t continue, I urge her on. “Like what?” I have to have this information.

“Kissing me a little too rough, grabbing me when he was upset, and leaving bruises. Things he would later apologize for. He would send me flowers or diamonds to make up. Until that one day.”

“What happened then?”

“It was innocent really. I was waiting for Michael at his home. He had his driver pick me up and told me to make myself at home, that he would be home late. He was stuck in Manhattan at the office.”

Manhattan? Drivers?

“He told me to bring my swim suit because we were going to fly to Rio for the weekend. I didn’t really want to go, Daddy insisted. I think he was planning even then, but I didn’t know it at the time.”

“Planning what?”

“Marrying me off so his company would merge with Michael’s. He had ideas of becoming the biggest shipping conglomerate in the world or at least the Eastern seaboard.”

My mind is reeling at the information. Holy fuck. I had no idea.

“Since working late to Michael always meant really late, that meant not going to Rio. I decided to swim. I did my usual laps and lay in the chaise. I must have fell asleep…”

“What happened then?”

“When I woke up the gardener was standing over me. It scared me at first. He was Michael’s age, not as good-looking, but he had these beautiful blue eyes that shined. He was sweet. We talked about the flowers he was growing in the greenhouse. I fixed him a sandwich and we were still talking when Michael came home.”

“What happened then?” I asked when she got quiet.

“I learned my lesson,” she said, and something about the way she said it made me not question her further.

“Why do you call me Hellcat?”

“Because you’re a pussy with claws,” I answer her easily.

“Gee, Zander that’s romantic.”

“But, when I make you purr, it’s so good I just know I’d brave the fires of hell to have more.”

“That’s slightly better.”

“I try.”

“I should be sleepy,” she mumbles placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“You’re not?”

“Nope, not even a little bit,” she says and then gasps as I lift her on top of me.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you get sleepy, Hellcat,” I tell her, as I hold my cock, and let her lower down on me. I watch my cock slowly disappear inside of her and can’t imagine a better feeling in the world. Her moan sounds like one of agreement.

Later that night while she’s sleeping I get out of bed and make my way to Freak’s office. It’s an attached room in the club. It’s bigger than the other members have, but then it is where the security feeds are kept, the businesses we own are monitored and whatever the hell else Freak does that is over my damned head.

“Hey what’s up, man?” he asks, when I enter the room.

“I got a bigger lead on that Michael I had you searching for.”

“Well that’s good because I can’t find a Michael Smith that fits any of the details you gave me.”

“Yeah well, that’s because his last name isn’t Smith.”

“Well fuck, Crush man, I can’t perform miracles. You have to get me the right information here.”

“I don’t have a last name but I have more details.”

Freak sighs, but gets a pen. “Go ahead, give it to me.”

“His name is Michael, asshole is loaded. He runs a large shipping business and it’s based in New York, possibly Manhattan.”

“Fuck me.”

“See what you come up with okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I got some shit I’m working on for Dragon that comes first, but I’ll get to it tomorrow at the latest.”

“Good enough, just keep this between us, okay?”

“Does this mean more shit is headed towards the club?”

“This is personal, that’s all you need to know.”

“Whatever. Talk to you later.”

“You got it,” I tell him, closing the door. I know I promised Dani, but I am going to kill this motherfucker and get rid of the ghosts I see in her eyes. She may get mad, but in the end, she’ll thank me. I’m sure of it.