Chapter 10 - Karter
My words seem to have paralyzed her. I would be worried if it weren’t for the small blush rising up her neck.
“Come here.”
Her breath hitches at my command. Not in fear, but desire. It’s soft, but the growl and warning that I won’t like it if she disobeys are clear. Not that I would do anything against her if she really didn’t want to come. I would feel like an idiot, but from everything I’ve noticed about her, I don’t think she’d bite my hand off for asserting a little dominance.
And as expected, she doesn’t disappoint.
Her feet barely lift off the ground, gliding toward me as if I’m a magnet pulling her close. Which I kind of like the idea of.
When she’s within grabbing distance, I strike. Fast and hard, like her body is screaming at me to take her. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull forward so her lips meet mine. Like last time, lightning strikes every part of my body at the contact. Her body molds against mine as if it were made for me. Her taste explodes in my mouth, and I can’t get enough of her lips against me. She’s a craving that I don’t know if I’ll ever tire of.
Last night, it took every effort not to drag her into a bed and make love to her all night. But hearing General’s bike had me keeping our connection PG-13 at best. But now? I grab the back of her head with my other hand and pull hercloser as I turn her face just how I want her. Her hands cling to my arms, grasping at my jacket, pulling it tight as she hangs on for dear life.
Her moans aren’t silenced by the people passing by or the door opening and closing. She doesn’t even seem to notice anything around us. But I do. It’s my job. Not only as a Hound, but as the one who has her in my arms. I need to keep her safe, even if she’s barely an inch away.
Slowly she pulls back, and I give her space, but just enough for me to rub my fingers along her neck, tracing over the blush. I love that I put that look on her.
“Want to get out of here for a bit?”
She gives the biggest sigh I’ve ever heard and winces as she closes her eyes.
“I would love nothing more, but I can’t.” She opens her eyes and looks at me. “I’ve got another twelve-hour shift tomorrow, and I need to get home and get some sleep.”
I nod and even give a smile to show I’m okay with it.
“You’re mad.” She huffs as she looks at me.
I shake my head and move my hand to her chin, cupping it to prevent her from looking away.
“Never mad at you for doing something you love. Just wish I could spend some time with my girl.”
“Your girl?”
I smirk at the way she perks up at my words. “You really didn’t expect me to go making out with just anyone and not call them mine, did you?”
She licks her lips and shakes her head a little. Well, as much as I allow.
“Well, maybe….” Her voice trails off as she looks away, but I hold firm on her chin.
“Maybe what, Babygirl? And give me those eyes. Been without seeing them all day. Need them on me now.”
“Maybe we could go for a ride or a walk or something.”
I pull her close and nip at her lips before soothing it with a quick kiss and releasing her. Then I reach behind me, pull out her helmet, and hand it over. And it is hers. I bought it before our date yesterday. I wasn’t sure what was what in the garage, and I didn’t want to feel a random bout of worry or guilt hit me when I’m not prepared for it. I can usually expect to feel that shit in the house if I go to certain locations, but I just didn’t want to chance it. I don’t want my past to taint the future I’m establishing with Diana.
Is there a long-term future? I don’t know. But I’ve got to feel like there is. Otherwise, what’s the point of us doing any of this? Maybe I am still like my old self in that matter, not looking for a fling or a cheap thrill. I’m not sure how long-term I want this, but I know I want it for more than a few hours, or even days.
“I think I can manage that.”
I let her put it on this time, even though I sort of want to be the one to do it. I understand it’s my need to make sure she’s safe, but I hold myself back. She needs to know I won’t control every aspect of her life. I know some of my brothers are into that shit with their girls. For me, I don’t know what it is, but I like the idea of taking care of Diana. Something about her just sparks that part of me that wants to protect, provide, encourage, and give her everything.
There’s also another part that just wants to rip off her clothes and fuck her six ways to Sunday, then demand she do it again but sluttier. I want her spit dripping from her mouth after sucking me down and my cum drying on her skin because she can’t fully swallow it all.
I’m a dirty old man with a protective side. And if I’m lucky enough, she’ll be into all of that and more.
She pulls the helmet on quickly enough and then hops on. I give it a second till she puts her hands on me, and then we’re off. Slow at first because we’re in the hospital parking lot, but the second we hit the open road, I pull the throttle back and let it rip.
