Twenty-Two
Jerick
Trying to get her mind off of Katrina, I kiss her. Knowing that me Da is the reason behind this little visit just pisses me the feck off. He knows that I’m involved with an outsider, and he continues to make me feel lousy fer it. I don’t give a feck that Stana isn’t part of me world. All I care about is her and that she’s protected.
The family won’t like this, but I’m not asking them fer permission.
Me hands slide down her back, and I grip her arse, pulling her closer to me body. I grind me still hard dick against her belly before lifting her up and taking her back to her bed. I need to shag some of this fecking aggression out of me before I go face me Da. If I don’t, I might punch the fecker.
I wrap one arm around her and grab the bottom of her shirt with me other hand, pulling it up and over her body, breaking our kiss. When I look down at her mouth again, her lips are red and swollen. She looks fecking halainn. I feel the breath get stolen from me. I don’t know what the hell will happen, but I do know that I like coming home to her.
Laying her on the bed, I make me way down her body and slide me fingers into the waist of her sweats before sliding them down her long legs. Once I have her naked, I strip out of me jeans and leave them in a heap on her bedroom floor with the rest of our clothes. Stroking meself, I make me way to the edge of the bed, but before I can reach her, she’s sitting up and reaching fer me dick.
Her hand grips me tightly, and she starts to slide it up and down me length slowly before she moves closer. I watch as her tongue pokes out and she slowly licks me up and down. I suck in a breath as she wraps her lips around me and takes me dick into her warm, wet mouth. Me hands tangle in the mass of her hair.
I grip her head and start to feck her face, not letting her do as she wants anymore.
Her moans fill the room, and I can feel meself getting closer to the edge. I’m going to come in her mouth even though I rather come inside of her tight pussy. When she looks up at me with the sexiest expression on her face, I can’t help but come. Feck. Every damn thing about her is fecking perfect. She swallows me down without issue, and I thrust into her mouth a few more times, riding me orgasm out.
Pulling out of her mouth, me dick is still hard as a rock and ready to go again. One thing I can’t get enough of is her, and that isn’t something I’m used to. Usually getting me rocks off with a lass would be good and I’d leave, not caring whether or not she got hers too, but with Stana it’s different. I can go more than once, spending hours worshipping her body.
“Jerick,” she whispers. I watch her as she lies back on the bed and just waits fer me to make the next move. She gives me the control without me ever asking her fer it. Such a fecking sight.
“What do ye want love?” Me voice is hoarse, and I feel me dick throb from the sight that is in front of me. He wants her as much as I do.
“I want you to fuck me.” A wicked little grin forms on her lips and I grab her ankle, pulling her towards the bottom of the bed. I fit meslef between her thighs, lifting her hips up I sink inside of her. Groaning, I can feel how wet she is. Me hands grip her legs as I thrust in and out of her at a rough pace.
Her hands go to her tits, and she pinches both of her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, moaning. Me hand slides up her body, and I have to move one of hers. I want me mouth on that sweet skin of hers. Lowering me mouth to her tit, I pull her nipple into me mouth and suck. Her free hand then grabs the back of me neck, and she holds me down on her nipple as I suck and nibble it.
She’s moaning under me and trying to match my thrusts as she gets higher and higher. Her pussy clenches around me, and I feel her body tighten. The tingle starts in me spine and begins to make its way through me entire body. Something about her makes me feel shit I don’t want to, but I’m too powerless to stop it. I pull me head away from her skin, and I run my hand up her chest to her neck. I rest me hand on her throat as I slam in and out of her at a rougher pace.
Her eyes meet mine, and she opens her mouth slightly. My fingers move to her lips and me thumb presses down on her bottom lip. She sucks me finger into her mouth, and I can’t hold back any longer. Just seeing her sucking me thumb like she sucked me cock has me coming hard. I fill her with me cum, and I feel her tighten even more around me as she bites down on me thumb, groaning out her release.
I slow me thrusts, and I collapse me body onto hers. We are both panting, and I can feel her heart racing against mine. Wrapping me arms around her, I lift her up and move her to the top of the bed, our bodies still connected. There is no fecking way I’m giving her up, not when she makes me feel like this.
Rolling us over, I have her on top of me and me hand is running up and down her back as she rests her body on mine. Her fingers are drawing patterns on me skin, but I have no idea what they are of. We both stay silent as we continue to lay in the silence.
Something is nagging at me, and I don’t want to ruin the moment by saying anything to her about it, but I’m afraid that I’ll have to. I know she’s still going to want to go to work tomorrow, but there is no way in hell that I’ll let her go. I can’t risk her safety, not when she means this much to me in such a short amount of time. Maybe it’s just lust, but I can’t take the chance that someone will get to her and hurt her.
I have a lot of enemies, and they will all want to get their hands on me lass.
I feel her breathing even out, so I slip out from under her and grab me phone. Pulling up a new message, I type out some directions fer Connie to do some shit fer me. I’m still waiting on Rory to find me a place off the books so I can get her somewhere safer than here. People already know where she lives and it isn’t safe fer her. Ciaran has already got his hands on her once, and she wasn’t even at home when it happened. He must be watching her.
Conaill: I haven’t found him yet. I’ll keep looking and see if I can get a lead from a few contacts. I’ll keep you updated.
I curse under me breath and look down at Stana who has buried herself in me side. I send a response telling him to let me know if I need to add some pressure on a few people before I send it off and open a new message for Rory.
Me: You get a place for me yet?
I hear Stana’s phone beep with a new notification, and when I grab it from the other side of the bed, I see an unknown number on the screen.
Unknown: He’s a lying bastard that’s only going to hurt you. Please trust me enough to help you Stana.
I grit me teeth as I read the message over a few times. That fecker was warned to stay the feck away from her, and I don’t do threats mildly. He’ll learn what it means to feck with what’s mine.
Hitting the delete message button, I set her phone back where it was and roll onto me side, pulling her body into mine. Just as I close me eyes, me phone starts to ring. I silence the ring, so it doesn’t wake her up and press it to me ear. “Aye,” I answer, looking down at her still sleeping form beside me.
“Found him.” Connie’s voice comes through loud and clear. I feel me body tense as I ask him where he found him. “Just outside the apartment complex, I dropped ye off at the other night.” Dread fills me body as I slide out from under Stana’s body. I tuck her in and pull on me jeans before making me way out of her bedroom.
“Where is he now?” I demand. I want to figure out what the feck he’s doing here and why he keeps coming around her.
“We’re outside. I got him in the trunk.” I grin and go back into the room to grab me boots, pushing me feet inside them quickly before grabbing a tee shirt off the floor and throwing it on.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” I respond, hanging up on him. I walk over to the bed and kiss her forehead before pulling on me coat and stepping out of her place, locking the door behind me. Just because we have one of the bastards, doesn’t mean another one will be far behind.
By the time I make it to Conaill’s car, I feel like someone is watching me. I scan the parking lot but don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Getting in his car, I look back at her apartment as we drive away. “Ye okay brother?” He asks as he turns down the street that takes us towards the old abandoned buildings on the other side of town that we typically do business deals in.
Once we pull into one of the buildings in the back, I have a terrible feeling. There is no fecking way that it would have been this damn easy to trap this bastard. Something else is going on. Getting out of the car, I make me way to the trunk and pop it open. I don’t give a damn if he comes at me. I have to know what was more important than him getting caught by Conaill.
When I open the trunk, I see the grin on his stupid gob. He’s enjoying this. Grabbing his throat, I put pressure on it and close his airway slightly. He doesn’t even flinch as I stare into his eyes. “What Jerick, ye afraid of what I have planned fer yer lass?”
I hear Conaill’s footsteps coming up behind me, so I lean in and get in his face. “This was part of yer plan wasn’t it?” I grit out. I should have trusted me gut. Leaving her alone in her apartment wasn’t the smart thing to do even though I wanted to find out what this fecker wanted from me.
“We need to go,” I state, socking the fecking bastard in the face before slamming the truck closed. We get in the car quickly and make our way back to her apartment as fast as we can. When I get out, I run all the way to her front door, taking the stairs two at a time and I see that it’s slightly open already. Grabbing me gun from the back of me jeans, I push the door open and start to make me way inside.
The living room is thrashed as I make me way to where I left her. As I walk into the bedroom, I see her clothes still on the floor. The room has been tossed as well, and I hear a soft cry. Making me way towards the window, I see her dark hair flutter past it.
Opening the window, I see her shivering on the ledge that overlooks another set of apartments. I reach fer her, and she scoots away. “Stana,” I whisper. Her head shoots up and her eyes land on me. I reach me hand towards her again, and this time she scoots towards me. I grab her arm and haul her body into mine careful not to knock her off the damn thing. “I got ye, love.”
As I pull her inside the room, I feel how damn cold she is. It’s thirty degrees outside, and she is naked as the day she was born. Tears are dried to her face, and her whole body is shivering. “I’m sorry,” I whisper against her forehead. I wrap me arms around her, and I hear Connie come in the room.
“She okay?” he asks, grabbing one of the blankets off the bed and wrapping it around her.
“I don’t know.” I need to get her somewhere else and right fecking now. “We need to move her in case they come back fer her.” Connie nods his head, and I wrap the blanket around her the best I can and pick her up to carry her out to the car. “Can ye grab her some clothes?” I ask as she tucks her head into me neck.
Her shivers don’t stop, and I can’t bring meself to let her go. I almost let those bastards get their hands on her. I can’t let that happen. There is no way that I let her be one of their victims.