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all Red gave them to do.”
His gaze dropped between us as his cheeks started to heat. “Not at all what he ordered me to do -- I had two protection costs instead of the one Boone and Lincoln were splitting.”
His words hung in the air like a confession. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I don’t care what you’ve done,” I said right before I kissed him.
Callan
Avery stood in the bathroom of the Charlottesville hotel room we had rented for the night. Dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, she held the scissors in her hand, trying to salvage something fashionable from the hatchet job I’d done out in the woods. A dark chestnut with auburn highlights replaced the deep red she could naturally claim.
She turned to find me staring at her. The bright blue eyes, always beautiful, contrasted starkly with the new hair color and I felt my dick swell. The redhead of my fantasies had always had an innocent quality to her. Maybe it was knowing just how snugly Avery fit around my cock or that she liked to dig her nails in my back when she came, but the brunette in front of me had a smokier, deeper sex appeal.
“How does it look?”
For the first time since I showed up at her father’s house, she seemed to be studying my face for some kind of lie. I would have laughed at the idea but it took me a few seconds to find my voice. “A little punk rock,” I answered.
Her shoulders lifted in a lazy shrug before she dropped the scissors onto the sink. “Punk works.”
It was a La Femme Nikita kind of punk, dangerous with the laser-like blue gaze. My cock crept a few more inches up my stomach as I waited impatiently while she bagged any evidence that she had dyed or cut her hair in the bathroom.
The wait became more than I could handle and I growled at her. “Baby, come here.”
She looked at me, her gaze wide and her lips parting in what I hoped was arousal. Even with the attack that morning weighing on my mind, Avery’s presence had kept me in a near constant state of need.
“Come here,” I repeated when a few seconds passed and she hadn’t moved a step closer. I studied her face as she obeyed, her pace slow and seemingly hesitant. I wondered if she still wanted me or if the violence I had almost committed that morning had finally sunk in, making her think I was no better than the men we were running from.
Certainly I’d acted like an ass before we reached the park. And that was before I’d literally cut one of her last, and clearly fondest, links to her mother. But she had climaxed at the end of my fingers, cupped my dick and offered herself to me on the forest floor. I still ached from putting aside my need. Maybe if I had fucked her then, she wouldn’t be so slow to approach me at this moment.
Coming to a stop between my spread legs, Avery placed a hand on each of my shoulders. Her body shook and I couldn’t surmise why. I mashed my lips, wondering once more if she now feared me. I looked into the blue eyes. Something dark skittered across her gaze.
“You’re shaking,” I said. She closed her eyes long enough to bob her head a few times in acknowledgement.
“Why?” I asked.
“You wanted to get rid of me yesterday, even before that Disciple showed up.” Her mouth quivered in a way that simultaneously pulled at my cock and squeezed at something deep inside my chest.
“You wanted me to be safe,” she continued.
“And then I told you that you’re never getting rid of me, baby.” Was she afraid I had changed my mind or was she hoping I had?
I shook my head, my frustration grinding at me almost as hard as the blood pulsing through my cock. I didn’t really know how to deal with a girl like Avery. She wasn’t like the girls that hung out at the Gypsy clubhouse or Freya’s bar, their pussies available to any cock that wanted to fill them. After all the things I had done to Avery the night before, she had fucking blushed when she palmed my jeans-covered dick out in
His gaze dropped between us as his cheeks started to heat. “Not at all what he ordered me to do -- I had two protection costs instead of the one Boone and Lincoln were splitting.”
His words hung in the air like a confession. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I don’t care what you’ve done,” I said right before I kissed him.
Callan
Avery stood in the bathroom of the Charlottesville hotel room we had rented for the night. Dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, she held the scissors in her hand, trying to salvage something fashionable from the hatchet job I’d done out in the woods. A dark chestnut with auburn highlights replaced the deep red she could naturally claim.
She turned to find me staring at her. The bright blue eyes, always beautiful, contrasted starkly with the new hair color and I felt my dick swell. The redhead of my fantasies had always had an innocent quality to her. Maybe it was knowing just how snugly Avery fit around my cock or that she liked to dig her nails in my back when she came, but the brunette in front of me had a smokier, deeper sex appeal.
“How does it look?”
For the first time since I showed up at her father’s house, she seemed to be studying my face for some kind of lie. I would have laughed at the idea but it took me a few seconds to find my voice. “A little punk rock,” I answered.
Her shoulders lifted in a lazy shrug before she dropped the scissors onto the sink. “Punk works.”
It was a La Femme Nikita kind of punk, dangerous with the laser-like blue gaze. My cock crept a few more inches up my stomach as I waited impatiently while she bagged any evidence that she had dyed or cut her hair in the bathroom.
The wait became more than I could handle and I growled at her. “Baby, come here.”
She looked at me, her gaze wide and her lips parting in what I hoped was arousal. Even with the attack that morning weighing on my mind, Avery’s presence had kept me in a near constant state of need.
“Come here,” I repeated when a few seconds passed and she hadn’t moved a step closer. I studied her face as she obeyed, her pace slow and seemingly hesitant. I wondered if she still wanted me or if the violence I had almost committed that morning had finally sunk in, making her think I was no better than the men we were running from.
Certainly I’d acted like an ass before we reached the park. And that was before I’d literally cut one of her last, and clearly fondest, links to her mother. But she had climaxed at the end of my fingers, cupped my dick and offered herself to me on the forest floor. I still ached from putting aside my need. Maybe if I had fucked her then, she wouldn’t be so slow to approach me at this moment.
Coming to a stop between my spread legs, Avery placed a hand on each of my shoulders. Her body shook and I couldn’t surmise why. I mashed my lips, wondering once more if she now feared me. I looked into the blue eyes. Something dark skittered across her gaze.
“You’re shaking,” I said. She closed her eyes long enough to bob her head a few times in acknowledgement.
“Why?” I asked.
“You wanted to get rid of me yesterday, even before that Disciple showed up.” Her mouth quivered in a way that simultaneously pulled at my cock and squeezed at something deep inside my chest.
“You wanted me to be safe,” she continued.
“And then I told you that you’re never getting rid of me, baby.” Was she afraid I had changed my mind or was she hoping I had?
I shook my head, my frustration grinding at me almost as hard as the blood pulsing through my cock. I didn’t really know how to deal with a girl like Avery. She wasn’t like the girls that hung out at the Gypsy clubhouse or Freya’s bar, their pussies available to any cock that wanted to fill them. After all the things I had done to Avery the night before, she had fucking blushed when she palmed my jeans-covered dick out in
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