Trix
I TOSS the ball once more and watch Grim run across the yard after it. His body flies through the air, he catches it in his teeth, and then he rushes back to me and drops it at my feet. I run my hand over his brown and black fur and praise him for his hard work.
Handing the ball to Addy, I sit down on the green grass. “It’s your turn. My arm is getting tired.”
“I don’t mind playing with this handsome fellow at all,” she replies, giving his head a gentle pat. “Are you gonna catch the ball for Auntie Addy?”
Laughing at her cooing, I take my first real breath since we got here. Today has been so different from the last two days—no kidnapping, no attempted rapes, no gut-wrenching phone calls with my dad. No one has even hit me yet. That has to be a good sign. Best of all, Addy hasn’t shed a tear. She actually seems to be enjoying herself.
We’re no longer stuck in our room. Granted, we had a quick trip to the common room yesterday. I even had a trip to the kitchen with Boz, but after that, we had to spend the rest of the night locked in our prison. This morning, though, Brew came to our room and told us we had free reign, as long as we stayed with him.
So far, he hasn’t left us alone. In fact, he’s barely been two feet from Addy. Still, I’m happy to be out of our room. The fresh air is a great change from the old beer and lingering pot stench that we breath inside, and sunshine feels good on my face—so damn good, I can’t stop myself from closing my eyes and tossing my head back.
The sun’s rays are just warming my face, when I feel a pair of familiar lips touch mine. I open my eyes to see Boz smiling down at me. My lips spread into a wide smile as I say, “Hey, you.”
“Hey, yourself,” he replies, sitting on the ground beside me. “Grim’s sure getting a workout.”
Nodding at him, I ask, “He’s a shepherd mix, right?”
“Yeah, his mom was a shepherd, but I’m not sure what his dad was. The vet says he thinks maybe a lab.”
“How long have you had him?” I ask, enjoying have a normal conversation with him that doesn’t revolve around club shit or sex.
He shrugs his shoulder. “I’m not sure. Probably close to three years now.”
He goes quiet, and we sit in silence for a few minutes. Not wanting our conversation to end, I ask, “Where did you get him?”
“That’s kind of a long story,” he says but doesn’t elaborate.
“I’m not sure if you know this, but my friend and I were kidnapped. We’re being held for ransom by a group of big, scary bikers, so I have all the time in the world for a long story.”
He laughs and mumbles, “Big, scary bikers.”
His laugh sends a wave of pleasure from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It’s as if the sound skims over my body, leaving a fiery trail behind. I’m skirting a line that I shouldn’t cross with him, but I’m getting tired of fighting the attraction I feel. We probably only have a day or two more together; I’m gonna grasp on to whatever time I have. Who knows? Maybe I’ll finally get off with something bigger than a tongue inside me.
Leaning into him, I bump him with my shoulder. “Come on, tell me.”
He clears his throat, then starts his story. “A few years ago, I had to go and check on some shit for the club. When I got to the man’s house, I found Grim living under the dickhead’s porch. He had whip marks on his body, and he was so starved you could see his ribs.”
“Please, tell me you beat the shit out of that man,” I say, looking at the beautiful dog that was once a half-starved pup.
He nods, his beautiful green eyes also trained on Grim. “I beat his ass within an inch of his life. When I was done, I took Grim home with me.”
This, this right here, is why I’m attracted to Boz. He’s a dick and about a dozen other nasty names that I can think of. Still, he’s the kind of man that I could fall for, not just fall in bed with. After spending the last few months with Jacob, I know for sure that Boz is the kind of the man I need. But my father would never allow it to happen, not after what he has done.
“You’re a good man, Boz,” I tell him, leaning into him again. This time, though, I lay my head on his shoulder. “If you don’t watch it, I might start liking you for more than just your sandwiches.”
He turns his head and places a kiss on my forehead. “That’s good.” We go silent again, just sitting there watching Grim and Addy play. Finally, he breaks the silence by pulling away and standing up. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll be out to get you after I’m done.”
Biting my lip, I summon my courage. “I need a shower, too.”
“You do?” he asks, cocking his brow.
“Yeah,” I reply, pushing myself off the ground. “I’m all about being green. If we shared a shower, we’d be doing our part to save the earth.”
A smile spreads across his lips as he grabs my hand. “Come on, Trix. Let’s go conserve some water.”
He leads me inside and down the hall without saying a word. Just before we walk into his room, he looks down at me. “Are you sure this is what you want? I’m telling you now, if we walk in this door, I’m gonna end up buried balls-deep in you.”
Feeling a need like I’ve never felt before, I nod my head. “Yes, please.”
He chuckles as he pulls me into his room. He kicks the door shut behind us and leads me to the bathroom. Once there, I watch as he starts to undress. My eyes are glued on him as he pulls off his cut and hangs it on the back of the door. He then kicks off his boots and pulls his shirt over his head. Once it’s gone, I see the Grim Bastards logo on his chest.
Unable to stop myself, I reach out my hand and touch the Reaper’s staff. “That is absolutely beautiful, in a gothic sort of way.”
“I’m sure that’s what my gramps was going for when he designed it,” he says with a smile before unbuttoning his jeans. “I’m getting naked. Why don’t you join me?”
After pulling my shirt over my head, I toe off my shoes and slip my jeans off. Considering my lack of a bra or panties, I’m standing completely nude in front of him. I’ve never been shy, but for some reason, being here with him, I am now.
His hand comes out and gently cups my right breast. “I’ve never seen anything prettier than your pretty pink nipples. I thought they were beautiful when I saw them in the dark, but finally being able to look at your naked body in the light, they are fucking amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I say, as he wraps his strong arms around my waist and presses his lips against mine.
His tongue strokes seductively against mine, sending a shiver through my entire body. The taste of him is truly addictive, a mixture of malt liquor and cinnamon. There’s no doubt in my mind that from this day forward, either of the two will bring me to orgasm from a simple taste.
His hand moves down to my ass and gives it a quick squeeze. “I need to be in you so damn bad.”
“That sounds like a good plan to me,” I agree, plastering myself to him.
He pulls away just long enough to grab a condom from the drawer and slide it on. Then, he leads me into the shower and turns the water on. A second later, his teeth nip at my lip, laying claim to my mouth again, while his fingers squeeze my ass. He kneads the flesh, then runs his hands up my back. A second later, he pushes me against the wall. He goes down to his knees and jerks my legs apart.
The shower pours over him as he says, “I have to see if your pussy tastes as sweet as I have always imagined.”
He dives in, devouring me with his mouth. His fingers open my pussy and sink inside, moving in and out of my depths. He pulls them out, replacing them with his tongue. Quickly, his fingers are back and his lips are sealed over my clit. Each pull of his mouth has my body edging closer and closer to release. Just before I reach the point of no return, he pulls back and stands up.
“When you come, it’ll be with my dick inside you,” he says before gripping my thighs and lifting them from the floor of the shower.
I instinctively wrap my legs around him, bringing his cock to my opening. He doesn’t hesitate, just slides right inside. My pussy stretches to accept him, leaving behind a delicious burn that is both pleasure and pain. He glides in and out, grunting with each upward stroke.
"This pussy is mine, Trix,” he says as he bottoms out. “I’m gonna have it over and over again.”
I’m too far gone to reply. My only thought now is getting off and getting off big. He slides into me again and again, until my pussy finally spasms around a cock for the first time in my life. Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the wall and enjoy the fireworks going off in my body. He slams into me once more, planting himself deep. His cock twitches inside of me, extending my own orgasm.
We’re both quiet for a few minutes, until I muster the strength to open my eyes. When I do, I see his green eyes staring at me. I smile and say, “Can we do that again?”