11. Khadri “Moros” Weston

11

KHADRI "MOROS" WESTON

Visibility was bad.

From the fog to the water that was pouring from the sky too quickly for my windshield wipers to keep up. Instead of driving all the way back home, I pulled into the drive-thru of a Tim Horton's.

"What do you want?" I asked Ryanne.

"Coffee—double double, double cup, a shot of espresso."

"Coffee isn't food, Shorty."

She flushed. "They have a flat bread pizza. Can I have that?"

I added that to the order, before getting myself a coffee and a sandwich. I also added some Tim Bits—the tiny donut balls I'd been addicted to.

Once we had the order, I drove to park underneath an old bridge that had long since been abandoned at the side of the road when they built a newer version beside it.

As we ate in silence, Ryanne kept fingering the pendant of her newly found necklace. I could only imagine what that felt like for her, to have a piece of her parents with her—if only it held a picture of her father as well.

I found it strange they didn't get any news coverage after their deaths. To others, they may believe there weren't any coverage because the parents were your typical Joes. Others could make an argument they didn't have any coverage because of the colour of their skin.

But someone with a military brain would think different.

We would think a muzzle was placed on the media—someone had gone out of their way to make sure the story was buried that not even a picture of the family got out.

Glancing out the front of the truck, the water was pooling down from the sky, lightening streaking across the sky followed by the harsh rumble of thunder.

"Do you have any family?" Ryanne asked.

"Mm." I replied around a sip of my coffee. "Some. My parents died in a freak accident when I was about sixteen. The rest of the family who were barely around, suddenly descended on me, trying to get guardianship of me."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I replied. "By the time the case ended, I was legally an adult and was on my way."

"Where did you stay while that was happening?"

"In my home." I replied. "I was old enough to live on my own. My lawyer was able to argue that I could live alone—a social worker would check on me from time to time. Made sure I was going to school, that sort of thing. Since I was doing well in classes and wasn't a problem child—I kind of just flew under the radar."

"Your family was rich, then?"

I nodded.

"I see."

"Stop judging me." I chuckled.

"I didn't say anything."

"It's on your face."

"Damn it." Ryanne shoved a timbit into her mouth. "Sorry. I don't mean to judge you."

"Just so you know, I didn't have access to the bulk of my inheritance until I turned twenty-five." I explained.

The thought of her thinking of me as some spoiled, rich kid hurt.

"My parents made sure I had enough to live—and if I was in university my tuition would be paid and my living expenses." I paused to finish my sandwich and chewed. "So, I joined the military to get an education and find a new kind of family, I supposed."

"And what about other family?"

"None of them speak to me since I won the case against them." I replied. "They didn't really want me. They wanted what my parents left me."

"But your parents left it to you." Ryanne pointed a strawberry gel covered finger at me. "If your parents wanted them to have anything, they would have left something to the others. And what makes them think they're entitled to anything your parents had? They were your parents."'

She was indignant for me.

Damn you're sexy when angry.

Leaning forward, I sucked the gel from her finger.

She giggled. "Stop that!"

Wiggling my brows at her, I lifted my drink to my lips.

We finished eating and I used the lever beside my seat to ease it all the way into the back. I then lifted her from where she'd been sitting and brought her into my lap.

"Seriously, Khadri, my body isn't built for this."

She was sitting astride me, her full weight on me.

Instead of speaking, I kissed her, sucking her coffee-tasting tongue into my mouth and moaning while sliding a palm down her back to her ass.

I tapped a cheek then squeezed as she sighed and melted even more to my chest.

"Khadri, we can't." She panted. "Not here."

"I know?—"

She kissed me again.

"I just wanted to taste you?—"

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

I tilted my head back to stare into her eyes, wondering what she meant by that. But when she smiled, tangled her arms around my neck and pressed her perfect breasts against me, that thought quickly vanished.

"If you wanted to feel me up, Khadri." She took one of my hands and brought it down to one of her breasts. "You just had to ask."

"I love it when you're brave."

"Brave?" She nipped my ear and sighed hotly into it. "There's a difference between horny and brave."

I laughed and kissed her again.

Holding her body to mine, I tried enjoying the moment. It had been years since I found myself like this with anyone—with the scars, women shied away from me.

Two blind dates taught me I wasn't anyone's type.

After a while, I got used to that.

But this woman, her body curvy, voluptuous and sliding over mine. Her hair fragrant, her skin soft under my fingertips—this woman was bringing me to a place where I wanted to hope again.

I knew there wasn't any way I could get enough of her in the truck. And my body ached while we kissed and touched in the limited space of the vehicle. She held my hand all the way back to my place and I couldn't get her in the house fast enough.

I couldn't get her clothes off gently enough and we didn't make it to the bedroom.

In the living room, I shoved her to the sofa, tore her shorts and top from her body and stood over her, panting, trying to calm myself as her dark nipples tightened under my stare.

Moaning, I allowed my eyes to drift down to her shapely, imperfect thighs. She was also now hiding her delectable breasts from me which I would never tolerate.

Ryanne drew her thighs together, hiding the treasure I knew she held between. Smiling, I peeled my damp shirt off my shoulders and tossed it somewhere. Undoing my belt, I pulled it from the loop and used it to bind her wrists together and lifted her arms above her head to rest against the back of the sofa.

Wandering from the room, I returned with two of my ties. They were brand new since I had no intentions of ever wearing them.

Pasha thought I needed to look professional when I met with distributors and the like—I never saw the need to be that professional.

They were coming in hand now.

Her eyes widened as I knelt down and began securing each of her ankles to on of the coffee table's legs.

"Khadri?"

The panic in her voice was evident.

"Tell me what the fear is, Shorty." I sat between her spread legs, staring at the moisture against her lips, the head of her clit teasing me from between them.

"No control." She replied.

"You're supposed to give up your control in your man's arms, in his bed."

"You're not my man."

I smirked.

"Facts." I straightened my spine. "What else scares you."

"I've never been—um, tied up before."

"Let me put your mind at ease." I slowly stood to remove my pants and discarding it.

I kept my boxers on—just in case.

Not just in case—I kept that part of my body hidden for when she decided to change her mind.

When the thought of being taken by a monster finally kicked in stronger than the pleasure, I needed her to have a way out—a way out that wouldn't leave her with any kind of regrets or worries.

It was easy to help her save her modesty then—to help with the level of embarrassment she would feel.

Ryanne lifted her chin and licked her lips. She shifted against the seat and spread her thighs a little wider to match her ankles.

Slowly, I slipped to my knees, rested my palms to her thighs and leaned down and in.

The first swipe of my tongue had her tasting just like a woman should. She ran hot and tangy against my tongue before I sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Khadri." She moaned, her legs trembling.

Taking that as permission, I swiped my tongue down the length of her, catching more of her in my mouth. As she tugged at her restraints, I held her legs apart, and used my tongue to make her gust into my mouth.

Moaning, I didn't stop—I didn't let up.

Her taste was addicting.

Her reaction was like a spark igniting a fire that turned into an explosion. Ryanne screamed my name louder than any woman should have the ability to. She dropped her restrained hands to the back of my head, held my face down and rode her hips up to take my tongue deeper and deeper.

I didn't fight her.

I only wished I could have used her thighs as earmuffs, for her to control my breathing, taking from me as much as I was willing to give her.

As much as she needed me to give her.

"Again?"

Her only reply was to exhale long and soft before pushing the back of my head down again.

After her second orgasm, I was a drowning man.

My control was slowly slipping away as I licked up her body, stopping to suck on her hips, her stomach, the spot between her large breasts.

Pressing my face between them, I gently closed them against the sides of my face, their soft, fragrant texture holding me like a lullaby.

"Khadri?" Her voice was soft through my daze.

"Do you want to stop?" I dragged my tongue across and stopped just short of her nipple. "All you have to do is say so?—"

"Do you want to stop?" She countered.

"Do you want the gentleman answer? Or the answer for the beast inside?"

"The beast inside."

I didn't use my words.

I engulfed the nipple in my mouth, sucking hard on it while sliding a finger along her clit.

"Shit!" Ryanne groaned, trying to lower her arms around me.

But I wasn't ready for that.

I pushed her restrained arms back over her head, nipped at the tight bud while tugging on her clit.

"Tell me, Ryanne."

I moved my head from side to side, gently brushing my lips over her nipple then lifting my head to pass my beard against it.

"How do you want your next orgasm?" I demanded.

"H—how?"

"Do you want it with my mouth?"

I pinched her nipple between my lips, making her purr.

"With my tongue?—"

I licked it.

"Or with me—" I stopped and met her gaze.

"Damn, Khadri." She whimpered. "What are you doing to me? How can you do all these things to me and?—"

"Simple question, Ryanne."

"Don't say my name like that." She tried turning her head away.

Taking pity on her, I made her come again by tracing every part of her with my fingertips, my lips, my tongue. This time when her world shattered around her, it was against my chest. Smiling, I licked her from my list, while watching her juices slid down my chest, along my abs and soaking into my underwear.

"Are you ready?" I asked, kneeling between her thighs and aiming the head of my cock at her entrance. "Do you want to run?"

"From you?"

Looking down at her, I couldn't believe how beautiful she was.

Her natural hair was a mess.

Her lips were swollen from what I'd done to her, and as I slid a finger over her most intimate area, she was wet and hot.

Her body wasn't what society told me should be perfect. But no one could tell me there was a sexier woman on the planet.

"Yes, from me." I replied, finally. "I'd understand. There's no shame in changing your mind."

"I don't want to run." Ryanne replied. "But I have to tell you something before we—well, you'd be my first."

"Your first?"

"Shit—I probably shouldn't have said anything." Ryanne struggled. "Untie me."

"I thought we were having fun."

"I just—please?"

Nodding, I backed off.

I tugged the ties apart, ripping them and discarding the pieces behind me. Once I had her arms free, I drew her into my chest.

"I'm sorry." I managed against her hair. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me—I wasn't afraid."

Ryanne moved her head so that her forehead was now resting to my chin. Her body was bare and warm and trembling in my arms. Without thinking, I reached for the blanket on the back of the sofa and drew it around her shoulders.

"Let me run you a bathe." I suggested. "Um—I know Pasha has?—"

"Can you not say her name right now?" Ryanne's voice was trembling. "I just want to be in a room with you for once where she's not in."

"She's not—" I stopped. "I get it."

We sat silently for a little longer before I thought to set her on the sofa to go start the bath. Ryanne clung to me—her fingers tightened when I tried again to set her down.

"A bath will make you feel better." I promised. "I'll only be gone for a second."

"That's not it." She breathed hotly against me. "I want you."

"Ryanne—"

"I want you." Her voice was stronger. "I want all of you. Every—inch—I mean, you might have to be a little more tender than you'd like?—"

When I hesitated, she kissed me—a few swirls of her tongue had me back into that place where I had her tied up on my sofa.

Instead, I swallow the almost primal urges in me, brought her into my arms and slowly entered her.

Yes, I was her first.

Yes, it drove me crazy even though I felt as if I didn't deserve that.

I took my time with her, trying to ease some of the pain I knew she was feeling with me so deep inside of her. Still, once she was ready, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and braced down to slowly ride me.

My eyes crossed and I pressed my face into her hair, fighting to let her take and keep control.

"It's your turn." She whispered, sexily in my ear. "I want you to come for me."

"Ryanne, I?—"

"Don't argue, Moros."

I moaned.

Her using my callsign shouldn't be this sexy. It shouldn't make me want to burn the world to make her make me come.

Biting into my bottom lip, I leaned my head back to stare into her eyes as she framed my face.

"Don't look away." Ryanne demanded softly. "Look into my eyes—I want to see what happens when you?—"

I slid deeply into her, and she came for me.

Panting, she rested her forehead to my chin.

"I thought you didn't want me to look away" I teased.

She climbed off me to take my cock in a tight first. She slipped to the floor between my legs, lifted her eyes to mine and began stroking me.

"You are?—"

My words died in my throat as my breathing was caught behind them.

"Fuck!" My head fell backward.

"No!" She demanded. "Don't you dare take this from me."

"Okay." I whispered. "Make your fist tighter."

When she did as I asked, I forced my body to keep my head where she could see my eyes. My eyes crossed and I licked my lips as my entire frame tense.

"Are you ready?" I blinked.

"Mm."

She shimmied closer, pressed the head of my dick against her left nipple.

Unable to control my reaction, my entire world shattered. Still, I kept staring into her eyes, even though I couldn't see her anymore. All I saw was the fire of these new feelings raging through my entire universe.

"Shit, Ryanne!" I swore.

"You're so fucking sexy." She told me just as her tongue found the head.

I blinked to clear my vision, my chest still heaving, my lungs burning sweetly, to see she had a bit of my happiness on the tip of her tongue.

Slowly, she released me and eased back to sit on the floor, with her head tossed back.

"I've never used drugs, Khadri." She managed. "But there is no better high than this."

I smiled, weakly.

"Give me a second and I'll run you a bath."

"That's going to take a while—I don't think I'll be able to walk again."