Monster (35 page)

I dropped my hands from
the sides of her jaws, over her shoulders, down her sides, and around
her back, pulling her gently to my chest when what I really wanted to
do was crush her there. But she had taken shots to the body and there
was a wince when she walked. Bruised ribs. I needed to be easy with
her.

Her head shifted,
moving to bury her face in my neck as her arms went up and around my
shoulders.

“I didn't mean
it,” I said, my lips in her hair.

“Didn't mean
what?”

“All that shit.
About Lex keeping you and it just being a job and...”

“Shh,” she
said, shaking her head. Then her face tilted slightly and I felt her
lips press a kiss into the pulse point in my neck. “I know.”

My arms squeezed her a
little and she didn't stiffen. “Don't ever,” I said,
pushing her slightly away from me so I could duck my chin and look
her in the eye, “
ever
fuckin' run away from me again.”

“Breaker... I was
trying to protec...”

I shook my head. “Ain't
your job.”

“What?”

“Ain't your job
to protect me, doll. That's my job. So don't ever fuckin' do that to
me again.”

“Listen Mr. Macho
Badass, Guy” she started and I could see the heat rising in her
dark eyes. Fuckin' hell. She had just stayed at a skeezy hotel run by
a creep she thought (and probably was) going to date rape her, got
taken to Lex's place, held against her will, beaten, almost raped,
then escaped a bombing situation... and she was ready to go a couple
rounds? Jesus Christ.

“No,” I
said, my lips twitching.

“No what?”
she asked, her eyes getting small.

“No, I ain't
listening. You're new to this. You think you got me all figured out.
But macho badass guys, doll... we do the protecting. You do the being
sweet and cute and a royal pain in the ass thing. You don't go
running off on your own. You don't make me worry about you. You don't
fuckin' do that. Got me?”

“You were worried
about me?” she asked, her voice getting low.

“Of
-fuckin'-course I was worried about you. Running off on some
hairbrained plan made up by someone you didn't know...”

“That someone I
didn't know turned out to be a pretty big badass herself,” she
pointed out.

“Yeah, doll, but
you didn't know that. There was no way to know that. It was a stupid
risk.”

More eye squinting.
“Did you just call me stupid?”

Jesus.

This woman.

I sighed. “I
called your plan stupid.”

“It's the same
thing.”

“Ain't the same
thing and I ain't fuckin' fighting about this either.”

“Well I want...”

“Shut up.”

At this, her eyes
stopped squinting and went huge. “Excuse me?”

“I said shut up,”
I said, letting the lip twitch turn into a smile.

“I don't know who
you think you're talking to like...”

“You wanna keep
arguing or you want me to show you why you shouldn't run away from
me?”

I watched her brows
draw together as she genuinely struggled with whether she wanted to
go through another useless fight (she did) or see what I was talking
about.

“What do you
mean?”

“I mean,” I
said, my hands slipping back around to her sides, tickling slightly
over her sore ribs and coming up to rest right below her tits, “I
want to show you all the things we could have been doing instead of
you sleeping sittin' up scared some shithead was gonna try to put his
hands on you while I sat at home trying to figure out how to get you
back.”

Recognition hit her
eyes, making them warm up, the lids get heavy. “What kind of
things?” he asked, wetting her lips.

“All kinds of
things,” I said, dipping my head and pressing my lips against
her neck, my tongue slipping out to slide up toward her ear. Her air
choked out of her mouth as her head fell back, giving me more access.
“Like this,” I said, taking her earlobe between my teeth
and sucking until her body melted against mine. “And this,”
I said, my hand moving from it's resting place on her rib cage to cup
her breast and squeeze. “And this,” I said, moving my
fingers to her nipple that was reaching hard through her bra and
shirt.

Her throaty groan sent
a bolt of desire through my body and I had to force myself to keep
from ripping both our clothes off and slamming into her hard and
fast.

She had a hard fuckin'
day. She needed hands on her that weren't rough for a change.

So one of my hands slid
to her hip, pushing her backward until the foot of the bed tapped her
legs and she grabbed my shirt so she didn't fall. I reached out,
grabbing her shirt and hauling it over her head, floating my fingers
in her hair to set it to rights again before my hands slipped behind
her back to unclasp her bra. Her eyes were on my face the whole time,
lips slightly parted, eyes getting heavier by the moment.

My hands slid down her
stomach, fingers snagging into the waistband of her pants and her
panties and slowly pulling them down as I lowered myself onto my
knees in front of her, kissing down her belly, over her hips, down
her thigh as I slowly exposed it.

Up until that moment, I
didn't know I could do lovemaking. That wasn't the kind of man I was-
soft, sweet. I was hard, rough. And that was how I fucked. But
hearing Alex's quiet whimpers had me exploring the idea of giving her
soft and sweet as much as she wanted it.

Her pants slid to the
floor and I grabbed her ankle, lifting it, removing the material then
doing the same with the other ankle. Then I kissed my way up her
other thigh, tipping my head up when my face was level with her pussy
to see her watching me, her hand moving out to rest on the top of my
head.

“On the bed,
doll,” I said, pressing my hands into her hips until she
lowered her ass toward the mattress and sat down. My arm moved up,
pressing between her breasts until he was flat on her back. My hands
moved up her calves, pausing at her knees to press in and spread
them, then whispering across the soft skin of her inner thighs. I
turned my head to let my mouth follow the same trail, smiling when
she giggled at the tickle of my beard. It only lasted for a second
though. Because then my mouth was closing around her clit and sucking
it in pulses that had her legs jerking, closing around my head.

“Oh my god...”
she moaned, one of her hands grabbing the back of my head, the other
digging into the hand I had holding her thigh.

I let my tongue slip
downward, curl in on itself slightly, and press inside her tight
pussy, letting her sweet overwhelm my senses as I fucked her slow and
gentle with my tongue until her hips were moving frantically against
me. I slid my tongue up her slit, moving it over her clit in fast
swipes as I moved my hand down and thrust two fingers inside her,
curling and stroking over her g-spot until I felt her tighten for a
second, then clench hard around me as she came, groaning out my name.

Fuck yeah.

I could do soft and
sweet if she moaned my name like that.

I felt the sound in my
dick for fuck's sake.

“Breaker,”
she said, her hands no longer holding me in place, but pulling at me
until I lifted up to look at her.

I pushed my knees
against the edge of the bed, reaching behind my back to pull my shirt
off, tossing it, then reaching for the fly of my jeans, making quick
work of getting away the last boundaries between us.

My hands went to her
hips, pushing her into the middle of the bed before my body came down
on hers, my mouth finding her sweet, waiting one, and kissing her.
Her lips were greedy under mine, trying to deepen it, thrusting her
tongue into my mouth and I had to fist my hands into the sheets to
force myself to keep things slow when she was coming alive under me.

Her legs went around my
back, holding me tight against her as her hips bucked up into mine,
begging for me to bury inside.

My mouth moved from
hers, going down her neck, over her chest, until I took her nipple
into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it as her back arched upward
toward me. My hand went to her other nipple, teasing it into hardness
before my mouth went there too.

“Breaker...”
her voice called, sounding raspy, needy. “Fuck me,” she
begged and I raised my head to look down at her.

My hips shifted, my
cock sliding down her slick heat before pressing against the entrance
to her pussy, then pushing in slowly, taking my time to bury deep.

Her hands went to my
shoulders, curling in, digging her nails in to the point of pain as I
stilled deep inside her for a long moment, then started stroking
slow, easy, feeling her tight wetness grab at me for the first time
without anything between us and it was better than I had imagined,
making me bite into my lip and bury my face into her neck, carefully
rocking my cock into her.

Alex's body was
squirming beneath me, her hips grinding up into mine, impatient. She
made a growling noise, hitting my back. “Harder, faster,”
she demanded.

I felt my head shake.
“Slow and easy,” I said back, kissing her neck as her
velvet softness tightened around me.

“Fuck me,
Breaker,” she insisted, her fingers raking across my lower
back.

Well, a man could only
take so much.

I lifted up to look
down at her, my hands going under her arms, wrapping her shoulders
tight as I slid out and started pounding in. Hard. Fast. Relentless.
Like we both needed.

“Ohmygod...
ohmygod,” she groaned, her voice higher-pitched as she got
closer.

“Let me feel that
sweet cunt grab my cock,” I demanded, taking her lower lip
between my teeth and biting hard. Her hips bucked upward and I thrust
deep, hearing her voice catch. “Come for me, doll,” I
growled, looking down as her orgasm started to crest, then slam into
her hard, her pussy grabbing me hard as her body did one head-to-toe
shiver before my name came screaming out from between her lips.

I kept thrusting all
the way through until her body went slack, feeling my need for
release like a vise grip in my balls. But I couldn't come inside her.
I thrust hard and deep, watching her, as I slid out and moved to
straddle her body. “I'm gonna come all over those sweet tits,”
I told her, grabbing my cock, and stroking.

Her head shook as her
hand reached down for mine and, holy fuckin' shit, she slowly opened
her mouth as an invitation.

I shifted upward,
slipping her hand under mine and stroking my cock with her, hovering
over her open mouth. Her eyes were on me watching and I felt the
climax break through my body, making my legs weak enough for me to
need to slam a hand against the headboard as I watched my come empty
into her welcoming mouth, seeing her swallow greedily like she
couldn't get enough of it.

I dropped our hands,
sitting back at my heels, looking down at her.

My hand moved upward,
wiping some of my come off her lip and her face lifted quickly, her
lips closing around my finger and sucking it deep, getting every last
drop.

Jesus fuck.

“When we get
where we're going...” I started, my hand moving out to tuck her
hair behind her ear, “the pill. I want to fill you with my come
every chance I can get.”

Her eyes lit and a slow
smile spread across her lips. “I guess I can manage that,”
she shrugged, but reached to pull my body down on hers.

Twenty-three

Alex

Shooter didn't come
back until it was almost light out. After that first sex session,
starting slow and sweet and ending hard and rough, watching Breaker's
eyes become so intense it was painful as he watched me swallow his
orgasm. And then after the second sex session about an hour later,
Breaker flipping me onto my stomach and pushing inside me, no
pretense at foreplay because we had both practically been ready for
another round two minutes after the first one ended.

It was his token hard
and fast and bossy, his hand fisting in my hair, using it to arch me
almost painfully backward so he could growl hot, filthy, nasty things
into my ear until I came around him twice and he lifted up and came
on the cheeks of my ass.