“Jesus, Elizabeth. Are you okay? I am so sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”
“Apparently,” she croaked, rubbing her throat
It was red and blotchy where his fingers had been and he felt even worse than he had before. Who even knew that was possible? He sat down on the edge of the bed and hung his head.
“Are you okay?” he said quietly.
“I’m fine, at least as far as my neck goes.”
“I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I’m sorry about jumping you. I didn’t know it was you. I’m sorry for what I did to you before that too.”
“Why? Why would you do that?” she asked.
Her voice was small, pitiful. He hated the way she sounded, and he hated that it was his fault. There was no excuse for what he had done to her. None.
“I felt it was the only way. I needed to get into this clubhouse and you were the way in.”
“Why me? How did you even know about me? Did you just happen to meet us at the coffee shop and take it from there or did you already know even then?”
“I set up the coffee shop meeting so that I could meet you. I saw you. The night that that the Dire Wolves attacked the clubhouse. I was here and I saw you going back into the house afterwards.”
She looked at him, confused. There was a question in her eyes.
“If you saw me, why did you let me get away? Why didn’t you follow me to the rest?”
“I don’t know. There was something about you. You were alone and looked frail. Plus, I think even then that I knew it wasn’t really my fight.”
“You made it your fight though. You set out to seduce me.”
“Yes, I did. I did what I was asked to do. But I fell in love with you and I knew that I had to do something to make sure you were safe. I didn’t know what else to do but to come here and tell Aspen the truth, to hope that he would help me and accept my help in return.”
“And what about me?”
“Aspen has forbidden me to have anything to do with you.”
“And you can just accept that?”
“If I have to. If it means you will remain safe from the Dire Wolves. If it means he will let me help him make sure of that.”
“I don’t want to stay away from you.”
“There isn’t much we can do about it. Perhaps when all of this is over, then we might have a chance. We can ask for Aspen’s blessing to be together.”
“And if he says no?”
“We’ll deal with that when the time comes.
“Can I stay here with you tonight?
“Oh, God, Elizabeth. If he caught us together in here, he’d lose his mind on me.”
“Are you saying you are scared of my father?”
“I’m not scared of anyone. However, I am very well aware of the consequences of sleeping with a man’s daughter under his own roof, especially after he has told me to stay clear of her.”
“I want you though. I want you right here, right now.”
“Elizabeth . . .,” he started to say, but her hand was slipping into his underwear, kneading his already aching cock with her delicate hands.
“You know you want me just as much as I want you. Come on. I snuck in here without anyone knowing and I can sneak right back out.”
Grant made a guttural sound in the back of his throat. God, he was bursting to fuck her. He felt a surge of testosterone coursing through his veins as she continued to stroke him beneath his shorts. His cock was rock hard for her, throbbing against her palm. Fuck. She was worth the ass whipping and possible death he would get for it.
Pushing her back across the bed, he pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her perfect tits beneath it. His erection pressed into her soft belly as he bit and licked his way around her nipples. She moaned, and he put a hand over her mouth to shush her, quickly slipping off her long pajama pants and entering her without further foreplay. Last night, he had taken his time with her, but tonight he just felt like fucking her like the animal he was. If she was going to be with him, she needed to understand he wasn’t all sweetness and light.
With his hand still over her mouth, he thrust upward, filling her with his thickness. She didn’t try to move his hand. Instead, she draped both of hers over her head, her hands crossed. It was an offering for him, an indication that he could do what he wanted. He reached forward and covered her wrists with his palms, holding her down as he sucked and licked her hard nipples and rocked back and forth into her with increasingly heavy strokes.
“Fuck me harder. Fuck me like your good little whore,” she gasped.
“Keep your mouth shut,” he told her, pounding into her even harder now.
Contrary to minding his rough treatment, his urgency, she was getting off on it. He watched as she bit her lip, looking up at him with lust in her eyes as her back suddenly arched and her body shook with an orgasm so intense he could feel it vibrate across the skin of his cock. Her nails dug into his back as she tried to hold back a scream. She looked so beautiful beneath him, her tits glistening with sweat and his cock buried in her to the hilt. He couldn’t hold back anymore. With one last thrust, he released, filling her with his seed before collapsing on top of her.
They lay there, breathing heavily against one another. After a few moments, he rolled to one side and pulled her backwards, cradling her against him as they lay in the aftermath of the most intense quickie he could ever remember in his life. Usually it was just a matter of achieving orgasm and getting on with whatever business you needed to move on to, but something about Elizabeth added a whole new dimension even to a quick roll in the hay. His heart felt full and his libido was completely sated. He couldn’t even imagine wanting another woman.
“You need to get back to your room before we fall asleep like this and end up still here in the morning,” he told her.
“I don’t want to,” she replied.
“Do you want to see me out on the front lawn going at it with your father in the morning?”
Elizabeth laughed and sat up in the bed. She began slipping on her clothes and shrugged as she stood. With a quick kiss on the cheek, she turned to leave, but he pulled her back and kissed her more deeply before letting her go.
“I love you, Elizabeth.”
She smiled up at him happily and put a hand to his cheek, caressing it softly as she looked into his eyes.
“I love you more,” she giggled, hurrying to the door and opening it slightly to look out before disappearing into the hallway.
He didn’t even hear any footsteps retreating. She truly was as stealthy as a cat. He wasn’t sure what he found so amusing about it, but he did. Sinking down into his pillow, he fell fast asleep. Despite everything on his mind, he felt oddly at ease, like things might just be okay, after all.