Red (Hell’s Jury MC #5)

25. Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

Red

Stella’s inexperienced and nervous though she’s hiding it well. I wonder how many men she’s fucked. Wonder if she’s fucked any. I didn’t anticipate that this might be her first time.

Guilt eats away at me for how I treated her earlier. It’s a miracle she doesn’t hate me, let alone letting me fuck her.

I’m too fuckin’ horny to last long. And her callused hand, fingers long and searching ain’t helping. She’s stroking the lines of my chest, stroking my dick. Her tits are small, beautiful and firm. Her arms are strong, stomach taut, and her ass cheeks, so molded I want to bite them.

Go slow, I remind myself. Tonight has to be about her. There’s lots of time to fuck hard.

She slides her pants down and kicks them off, then stands in front of me, her arms at her sides. I can tell she’s trying to not cover her breasts.

I grab her wrists as I slide to my knees, kissing her belly button, nuzzling her pussy through her panties. Nothing about her is lacy or feminine. She’s this perfect model of herself. Inside and out.

I flick my tongue over her slit then watch as her body trembles. Her legs are shaking, so I give her a push backward. She lands on the bed with a bounce. Christ I want to taste her. I grab her panties and pull them off, then yank her legs wider so she’s fully exposed.

The first flick of my tongue makes her moan. Her face is tilted towards the ceiling, her hands snaking their way to my head. She clutches my hair between her fingers like she’s hanging on for dear life.

Her calves are so toned and I caress them for a minute, squeezing the muscles. She makes a mewl of impatience and I grin. She’s fully in the throes of passion. Lost in herself.

Then she pushes me away and stands. “Just a sec.”

“What the fuck?”

She crouches and undoes the laces on her high tops. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but her like that, inches from my dick, turns my wood to stone. She stands again, then kicks them off. She bends to her side to take off one of her socks and ends up hopping like she’s stepped on a hotplate.

“Geez,” she mutters.

I take her in my arms, then kiss her hard.

“My socks,” she protests.

“I’ll get them.” I force her to sit on the edge of the mattress, then crouch down and yank her socks off her feet.

She looks down at her feet with a small frown, though I don’t why. They’re long and thin. Perfectly shaped toenails. I think about her wrapping them around my dick and jacking me off that way. I take a few breaths to settle down.

“Lay back,” I tell her as I give her chest a small shove. I slide her legs over my shoulders so she’s fully open to me, then I lose control. She’s too perfect. First I lick her up and down, pulling the folds back and kissing her clit. Gently then harder. She arches her back and pushes herself into my face.

“Oh god,” she moans as she grapples with the blanket. “Lachlan.”

She’s wet, ready and I want to fuck her, but I also wanna see her come. I slide a finger inside as I jack myself. I barely start to stroke her when she comes.

“God!” she cries softly as she hangs onto me. She pulls away to stop me from licking her sensitive clit and I let her so I can see her spasm. She’s ready now, but I want to get her high again before I enter her. I pull her towards me and start over.

“I can’t,” she mumbles, then arches her back and grinds into my face.

“I think you can,” I say with a wicked grin. I’m still stroking my dick while I tongue-fuck her. My balls are painful and impatient and I wish I’d nutted earlier. Wish I anticipated how this day would end. Too late for wishes, Red. I want her panting so when I take her, she comes again.

“You ready?” I ask as I stand.

“Yeah,” she replies breathlessly.

I swing her legs onto the bed, so she’s stretched out, then grab my jeans off the floor.

“What’re you doing?” she says, her voice slurry.

“Condom,” I reply as I rip open the foil.

“Oh.”

She watches me as I slide it over my dick.

“Hurry,” she whispers.

I want to hear that more. Her telling me what to do. I crawl on top of her and nudge her legs open with my hips. I love that she’s tall enough that I can look in her face, see her eyes. See her need.

“You ready?” I’ve never asked any other woman before, but this is different. This is Stella.

“Yeah,” she says as she stares into my eyes and raises her legs so her pussy brushes my dick.

Shit. This is gonna go down in history as the fastest fuck known to man.

I slide into her tightness, force myself to stop when she moans. Force myself not to fucking come.

“Don’t stop!”

The words I needed to hear. I slam into her as far as I can and she gasps at the sudden onslaught.

I’m trembling, hanging on. Needing to fuck, but I stay still. “Okay?”

She grabs my head and smashes her lips against mine as she presses up against me. I slide my arms around her back and find my rhythm. She wraps her long legs around me and meets me stroke for stroke. I shudder at how tight she squeezes me with her thighs.

“I’m gonna come too soon,” she gasps.

I chuckle against her lips. “Baby, you better come soon, or I’ll leave you hanging.”

Those are the words that topple us both.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries as she freezes for a second and then grinds her pelvis against mine in a frenzy.

I explode so hard it brings tears to my eyes. Finally, I’ve found a woman who makes me feel alive.

When we’ve returned to earth, I lay on top of her, kissing her, touching her. I want to stay buried inside her forever.

“Ah, Stella,” I say softly. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

She goes quiet and I think for a moment I’ve said the wrong words. Then she says, “I’m gonna try my hardest.”

I laugh as I roll off her onto my back. She stretches out next to me, not touching. I don’t mind. I fuckin’ don’t like to cuddle and I hope she doesn’t either.

She won’t, I realize. Because she’ll do anything I say. She’s afraid she’ll lose me if she doesn’t.

I flip to my side and stroke some hair off her forehead. “You like to cuddle?”

Her eyes are closed, but they pop open in surprise. “Uh. I didn’t…It’s like…I could.”

“That’s not what I asked,” I say, trying not to sound aggressive. I can’t be an asshole if I want her to be honest with me.

“Do you?”

“Again, not what I asked.”

She’s taking too long to answer. I guess she’s trying to decide what I like.

“Stella,” I give her hair a small yank. “I want to know everything about you. Who you are. What you like to eat. If you snore in your sleep. If you like to cuddle. It’s not fair to me if you don’t share yourself with me.” I sit up. “It’s cuddling for god sake. It’s not a deal breaker.”

She pouts. “I don’t know, okay? I haven’t really cuddled much. I don’t like the taste of beer. I only own one pair of jeans because I don’t like how tight they are around my waist. I like joggers and T-shirts and jerseys.”

“That’s more like it.” I stand and stretch like a satisfied lion. “I’m gonna get a beer. We can share it.”

She laughs. “Gee thanks.”

When I get back with a glass of water for her and a beer for me, she’s stretched on the bed, lying on her stomach. My eyes wander down her long lean body. She’s breathtaking. If I had a piece of paper and a pencil, I’d sketch her. I think of my brother Hash, who is an exceptionally talented artist. He would do justice to her, but then after, I’d have to blind him.

I set the water on the night table and take a chug of my beer. “I don’t like sharing my beer.” I settle onto the bed, leaning against the headboard.

She flips to her side, hand propping up her head. She runs her eyes over my body, from my face to my dick, which jerks in anticipation. Then she fuckin’ lays her hand on my chest. “I love the hair on your chest.” She slides her fingers through it. “The tattoo.” She traces one down my torso, then stops when she reaches the scar.

It hasn’t been that long since Jess tried to open me up with a knife and it’s still sensitive but apparently in a good way as the slight pain Stella conjures sends quakes through me.

“What happened?” she asks.

“Someone tried to gut me.”

“Oh.” She rubs at the scar. “What happened to him?”

“Her. She married my brother, Rocky, and is having a kid now.”

Her fingers fumble downwards. “There’s a story I’d like to hear some day.”

I grab her hand. “You keep doin’ that and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

She laughs as she flips to her back and puts her hands behind her head. “Are we a thing?” she asks the ceiling.

“A thing?”

“Yeah. Like are we… you know… together?”

I set my beer on the night table and pull her up, wrapping my arms around her. She’s so small compared to me. “We were a thing the first day we met.”

“Good. I can’t stop thinking about you and I really like you.” She stretches her face to mine. “It’s more than that. Not just like.”

I squeeze her. Talkin’ about feelings has never been my strong suit, but this beautiful woman, who seems so self-aware and assured in every other aspect of her life, is afraid of losing me. It’s kind of flattering, but it’s also fucked up.

“Have you ever been in love?” I ask.

“No. Have you?” Then, “Oh. Stupid question. Of course. Erin.”

“When Erin and I were together we were teenagers. She got pregnant and we got married. At that age, we thought we knew what love was, vowed we’d be together for eternity. But then the going got tough and we fell apart.”

She pulls out of my arms and sits up next to me. “I’m just 20. Not much beyond a teenager. And there’s a lot of chaos in your life right now. What if everything that’s happening destroys whatever we have?”

We’re dancing around our insecurities, our fear of saying what’s in our hearts. And I get it. We haven’t known each other long; for me though, it’s long enough to know I love her. “I’m only four years older than you.”

“Maybe, but you’ve lived a lifetime. It’s made you hard, a little lost, but you know who you are. The only time I’ve ever seen you doubt yourself is after your visit with Gabby.” She stretches across me and grabs the glass of water.

The skin-on-skin action sends a shockwave through me and I almost put the convo to bed for the night, but resolving who we are to each other is more important than fucking. My dick disagrees and I tell it to settle down.

“Your parents treat you like a princess who needs to be told what to do because they think you can’t manage on your own. But you face them down when you need to. Your discipline is amazing. You’re committed, determined and all the other good three syllable words.”

“Like syllable?”

I think she’s listening but not hearing. “You coming to these hearings, before and tomorrow, and coming with me to meet Gabby. It means so much to me. And you’ve been solid. Speaking your mind.”

“I cried like a baby at Erin’s.”

“That was good, because it’s who you are.”

“Well, yeah. Who else would I be?”

“Someone who is afraid I’ll disappear on you if I don’t like what you’re saying or doing.”

“Maybe,” she murmurs as she teases the hair on my chest.

“Mature relationships don’t work like that. We’re gonna disagree, we’re gonna fight, be angry with each other. It’s unavoidable. The girl I fell for got me arrested, broke into my house, and tried to steal my door. Cried at Erin’s. That was all you.”

She snorts a laugh. “I guess if you’re still hanging in there after all that, then you won’t leave when I screw up again.”

I’m quiet for a moment because I don’t really want to bring up how I attacked her before, but it needs saying. “You showed your father my parents’ wills after I explicitly told you not to. And I was pissed.”

She bites her lower lip. “Yeah.”

“I don’t do that, Stella. People think I’m aggressive because of my size and I can be at times, but I try to be thoughtful about what I do.” I shrug. “Mostly because of my size.”

She stares at me, her face conflicted. “But downstairs…”

“You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mom’s death has messed me up, but everything about today stretched me to the breaking point.”

She makes a face. “I’m sorry my timing was so bad.”

“Sorry? You need to wipe that word from your vocabulary. You had no idea what you were walking into.”

“Sorry,” she says, then grins.

“Forgiven.” I want to tell her about my day, but I’m not sure I want to expose her to the ugly side of my life more than I already have.

She takes the decision out of my hand. “What happened?”