Fifteen
Stana
Waking up a few hours later, I feel the dread pooling in my belly. I shouldn’t want anything to do with Jerrick. He’s a sick man. He admitted to killing people. What would happen if I made him mad? Would he hurt me too? I shake my head slightly as I look up at the ceiling. He saved me, he wouldn’t hurt me.
He starts to stir next to me. I stay as still as possible as he moves his body closer to mine. His arm is thrown across my body, and his hand is cupping my breast. He gives it a slight squeeze as he moves closer, but that is all he does.
My eyes scan his dark room, and I don’t see a whole lot of personal items around. Lifting my head slightly, I try to study the floor for anything that might show that he’s, I don’t know, normal? I guess. The light from the streets cast a soft glow in the room, but I don’t see anything that makes me think cold-blooded killer. Not that I would actually know what one looked like.
Maybe Max is right about Jerick. I pull his arm up and start to slide out of his grip, but he just tightens his hold on me instead. He draws me closer to his body, and I feel his lips dance along my bare shoulder. “Yer not leaving banphrionsa.” A chill covers my body, and he flips me over to my back.
“I wasn’t leaving,” I whisper. He rises on an elbow and stares down at me.
Reaching forward, I gently run my fingers along his jaw before I cup his cheek, pulling his sleepy face down to mine. I kiss him tenderly, and he grins against my lips. Before we can take it any further his phone starts to ring from somewhere in the room. A small groan falls from his lips as he looks towards where the sound is coming from.
He kisses me quickly before he gets out of bed and makes his way towards his discarded jeans. I watch the way his ass moves as he walks towards them and I can feel myself getting wet at the sight. As he bends over, I have to hold my breath. I’m sure he’s talking into the phone, but the only thing I can focus on now is the curve of his ass, and his firm thigh muscles are apparently making me stupid.
I’ve never felt this crazy need to stare at a naked man before. I don’t know what in the hell is wrong with me lately. It’s like he’s changed me into this horny woman that can’t seem to do anything without thinking about sex.
As he turns and walks towards me, my eyes follow his dick and the way that it’s already hard and jutting out from his body. When he gets close enough to the bed, I make my way over to where he is. Reaching out a hand, I grip his length and slowly start to run my hand up and down him. When my eyes travel up to his face, I see him bite his lip. He goes to say something to whoever is on the other line, and I ignore his words. His eyes close and he lets his head drop backward.
“Aye, I’ll be there in a few,” he breathes. His hand reaches out for me, and he grips the back of my head, pulling me closer to his body. Tentatively, I poke my tongue out and run it along his tip. He lets out a shaky breath as he continues talking. I slowly slide my mouth down his shaft a few times before I use my hand in addition to my mouth.
I suck him into the back of my throat and swallow as best as I can without gagging. His fingers dig into my scalp, and the pain only gets me hotter. He continues talking on his phone as I start to move again. Every pump of his hips gets me wet. I don’t even notice when he tosses the phone on the bed. He pulls me off of him and grabs my ankle, spinning my body to where he can slam into me. He takes me roughly, but I don’t care. Having him inside me is one of the best feelings in the world.
I shouldn’t want him, but I do. In my head, I know that I need to distance myself from him, but my body is telling me to hold him close. I feel my pussy clench around his dick as he continues his rough treatment. Each thrust is bringing us both closer to the edge. His hand grips my neck, and he starts to put pressure on it. At first, my eyes widen in surprise and then fear. I begin to fight him, but he quickly releases my neck.
“I’ll never hurt ye banphrionsa,” he whispers into my ear. I look into his eyes and see that he means the words. He shows me the softness that I need to see. If I didn’t, I would be fighting like hell to get away from him right now. I don’t even know why my mind is fighting with me on this. I shouldn’t want a man like him. He leans down and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply before starting to move again.
My hand goes to his pec, and just as I’m about to come, my fingernails dig into his chest. I moan out his name as he grunts, “Ye feel so damn good babe.” He continues his thrusting as my grip on him tightens. I come hard on him. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, but it’s no use. He slams into me a few more times before he groans out, “Feck Stana.”
He falls onto the bed next to my spent body and blows out a heavy breath. Turning my head to the side to look at him, I try and memorize his face. What if I wake up tomorrow and I find out that he’s not who he says he is? What if he really is the evil man that Max says he is? He supposedly killed Max’s father. How can I be okay with that? Max is a friend. One of the only ones I have in this city.
“You have to go?” I ask quietly. I can see it on his face even though he hasn’t said anything yet. That’s what the phone call was about. He probably would have been gone already if I didn’t take his dick into my mouth.
“Aye,” he mumbles. He reaches over and brushes the hair out of my face before saying anything more. “I don’t want to leave ye, but I got something to take care of.” I’m sure that’s code for kill someone. I can feel the frown on my face before he even says anything about it. “I’m not going to kill anyone lass. I just need to meet with me Da about me brother finally joining the family.”
“You have a brother?” I ask stupidly. Of course, I wouldn’t know that type of information. All Jerick and I do is fuck. We aren’t anything more than that. I already know how this sort of stuff goes. I’m the booty call. I frown at the thought of being just his booty call. For the first time in a long time, I feel special. Like I mean something to him, but a girl like me will never be more than someone you come to when you want to get laid.
Rhett didn’t even really care about me, and we were together for three years. All he wanted from me by the end of it was a piece of ass and a punching bag.
“Aye lass, I do. He just came over from Belfast. Me Da wants to bring him into the fold, but I have me hesitations about him.” His answer surprises me. Why wouldn’t he want his brother to be part of the family business? Unless they don’t get along.
“Why?” I ask, barely hearing the word come out of my own mouth.
“Lass, ye no need to worry. The fecker will never come near ye.” I feel my body tense at his words. Should I be worried that his brother might hurt me? He rolls onto his side next to me and faces me. His arm wraps around me, and he pulls me closer, closing the distance between us. “I promise ye, me family doesn’t know about ye. I won’t let them every hurt ye.”
“Would they hurt me if they did?” My voice is shaky, and I feel all the blood rush out of my face.
“Not sure lass. I don’t want to take any chances.” He sighs deeply before he continues. “Me family doesn’t like outsiders. They say it’s a sign of weakness.”
“Weakness?”
“Aye. Especially women.” I stare into his eyes trying to figure him out. I don’t understand him whatsoever, but I want to. I want to know what makes him tick.
“Why women?”
“They mess with ye head.” He says pointing at his own head with a sad smile. “Well, that’s according to me Da. I don’t think you mess with me head lass.”
“When do I get to see you again?” As much as I don’t want to get caught up in some fairytale about the man he is with me, I can’t help it. I don’t see the killer that Max was talking about. I only know the man in front of me. The man saying he would protect me from everyone including his own family.
That means something, doesn’t it?
“Stay here. I’ll be back soon.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead before he gets out of bed and starts to get dressed. “We can go get breakfast when ye wake up.” He winks at me and continues to pull on clothes.
I look around for a clock and when I don’t see one I ask what time it is. “It’s a little after ten.” He answers quickly. “Still plenty of time before ye need to get to work lass.” The word work is spit out with a bitter tone, and I know it’s because of Max and what he told me.
“Did you kill Max’s father?” I ask. I don’t even know why I ask. Maybe because part of me is curious to find out the answer and the other part of me is terrified to hear the truth.
“Lass,” he states in warning.
But I don’t let him off the hook for the answer. I sit up in his bed, and the blanket falls down into my lap. His eyes scan over my body, and I know that I can use this to my advantage. I can get the truth out of him. “I want to trust you Jerick, but I can’t if you don’t tell me the truth.” I know I’m using his feeling for me against him, but I need to know the truth as well. His family is a dangerous one. People die every day at the hands of them, and I don’t want to become like those people.
“No, I didn’t kill his father.” His eyes narrow on me, and I know that he’s mad at me, but it doesn’t stop the next question to fall from my lips.
“Then who did?”
His eyes harden, and he ultimately stills. “Just leave it alone lass.” His voice is gruff and almost on the verge of pleading with me to just let it go.
“Jerick…” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish. His hands are now cupping my face as he comes to his knees in front of me.
“Stana, if ye tell anyone about this…” He trails off and stares into my eyes, looking for a tale that I might be lying or trying to get information from him. I can’t tell what he sees in my eyes, but I know for a fact that I would never do anything to hurt him.
“I won’t. Jerick, I’ll keep your secret.”
He blows out a breath before closing his eyes. His body is as still as a statue as he wages an internal battle inside of himself over this answer. When his eyes open again, I can see the vulnerable side of him. The side that I’m sure he doesn’t show anyone else. “It was me sister.”