Chapter 8

8

RIOT

I stare back at the woman who has me pinned into place. Not just by her softness and the way she cares, but how she has no fuckin' clue just how amazing she is.

How she loves and cares for things… I've never known that. That softness. The femininity that she oozes without even trying. I love it. I fuckin' love it.

"Yes, your person. Someone you can rely on, other than Star. You can call me anytime, anywhere, and I'll come runnin', babe. No matter how big or small the problem might be. Got me?"

I don't know why she looks so confused. Then I remember she has no idea about my little obsession with her. Well, I don't know if I'd call it an obsession per say, but I'm only speaking the truth.

There is nothing that I won't do for her.

Her bottom lip trembles.

Shit . I don't ever want to make her sad, much less make her cry.

She really does feel terrible for this poor dog. I mean, it was no picnic finding him like that. Some humans are pieces of shit, and I will make it my mission in life to try and track the motherfucker down who's responsible. Maybe I'll test out my marksmanship, reprising the role of being a sniper that I never thought I'd miss until this very moment.

"Okay, Riot." Her voice is soft. Delicate. I know she's a strong woman, she's had to be in the past, and coming from a strict upbringing and parents who had her life mapped out for her, I know that would've taken its toll. But she's also vulnerable. Soft in ways that makes me want to protect her and keep her safe, making sure nobody can hurt her ever again. The world is a cruel place. That's all I know.

"We'll have to leave him here tonight. Nina needs to monitor him and he needs to rest."

She blinks. I don't know what she was expecting, but this seems to make her upset all over again.

"But we can come by tomorrow and see him," I tell her. Well, it's past midnight now so it's really today, but who's counting?

"He'd like that. I think he really likes us."

I brighten at her small smile. "You need to rest, too."

"Do you want to come back to my place and sleep?"

Just sleep?

I'd like to take up where we left off before any of this happened, but I also know that moment has passed.

I feel the tightening of my chest. The telltale signs that I might fuckin' lose it myself when I think about having a night terror in front of her. I'd never hurt her on purpose, but I don't know if I can be trusted. I thrash around a lot.

Then again, I don't have to sleep… I could just watch her sleep…

My pausing seems to cause alarm; her eyes going a little wide. "I mean, it's okay, I get you probably want to get back?—"

"I'd love to." I kiss the side of her face. "If you want me to come, I'll be there, Kitten."

She sighs in relief and that makes me feel about ten feet tall. "What time can we come back?"

I chuckle. "It's Sunday. So probably later this morning. Enough time for you to get some shut eye. They have a blanket over him, but we can grab him something warm like a coat and a new dog bed. Maybe some new toys?"

Her lips part and I know what she's going to say next. "Do you think we could keep him?" Then she shakes her head. "I mean… I could keep him… not us… "

I like how she said us.

"Let's just focus on him gettin' better, babe. He's not out of the woods yet." I cup her cheeks, holding her hair back off her face. "But he's not goin' to any kind of shelter, that I can promise."

She's hanging on every word and I feel it all the way down to my toes. Her vulnerability. This isn't the tough, sassy woman that I'm used to — not that I mind it one bit. I love that she's not hiding from me and she's showing me who she is.

"Okay, as long as you think he'll be fine for a few hours…"

She's really latched onto this dog and it makes my heart expand about a thousand percent. "He's doped up. He won't even know we're gone."

Her shoulders sag like she was waiting for me to say that. I rub them gently. "C'mon."

We say goodbye to Nina as Cookie rests in the after-care room. There's no amount of money that will be spared to make sure that he has nothing short of a speedy recovery. I already told the vet and the nurse I'd take care of it and anything else they need. They did come out in the wee hours of morning for this emergency.

Rodeo drops us back at Halo's and I give him a chin lift, telling him to organize Halo's car to be driven back here later today. I throw him her keys and tell him to text me when they're out front.

My kitten's tired as we swipe through her apartment block building, heading to the elevator. She yawns as I pull her into my side, impressed by the plush surroundings. My heart feels a little less heavy knowing that her building is so secure; not that I hadn't checked it out already, but I wasn't able to get inside.

When the elevator stops, she takes my hand, pulling me this time as I grin behind her, liking how her hand feels in mine. All of our lustful kisses and hands are long gone, but I want nothing more than just to be with her, even if it means having her in my arms while she sleeps.

When we get to her door, she swipes her little fob on the panel and when she steps in, she keys in a code for the alarm. Good girl.

I toe my boots off at the door; this isn't the kind of apartment that should have my dirty shoes walking over the gleaming, polished floorboards.

Inside is airy and bright. The large windows overlook the street below, and the kitchen, dining and lounge are all open plan. A soft beige colors the walls with marble accents, wooden stools sit under the large kitchen island and about a thousand downlights come on automatically as we walk through the expansive space. Her couches face one another. They're also expensive looking with fluffy throw rugs neatly placed on each ottoman. A white, wooden coffee table in between them sits on an opulent, fluffy dark blue rug. This place screams money, like seriously.

"Wow." I run a hand through my hair.

Halo turns to me, throwing her purse on the kitchen counter. "You approve?"

"It's very you."

She smiles. "It's quaint."

"Quaint? I think the kitchen is the size of my apartment."

"Would you like something to drink? I might make some herbal tea."

"Whatever you're havin'."

She cocks a brow. "You drink peppermint tea?"

"I haven't, but I'm willin' to give it a try." Anything to be closer to her. To make her feel that I can be that guy for her; her second.

I watch her move about the kitchen; filling the kettle, pulling out two large mugs, settling a teabag in each as if she has to keep her hands busy.

"Hey?"

She turns to face me. She looks paler than she did earlier, like all the color drained from her face.

"It's gonna be okay. You fussin' won't help nothin'."

She puts her hands on her hips. "Who says I'm fussing? Maybe I'm just comfortable in my home."

I grin. "Well, I like hearin' that, babe. But you haven't said two words to me since we left Faux Paws."

"Sometimes being out in the world is hard." Damn. Her honesty hits me in the chest each and every time.

"Yeah, babe. It is. I'm sorry you had to see that, but the important thing is Cookie is gonna be okay thanks to you and your listenin' ears."

"So you don't resent him even though he cock blocked you?"

I move toward her. "I'm here, ain't I?"

She huffs a laugh. "I'm sure a sleepover wasn't exactly what you had planned."

I rub my chin. Maybe now isn't a good time to tell her, then again, what if I fall asleep and then wake up in one of my panic attacks?

"Babe?"

As if sensing the change in me, she stiffens. "Yeah?"

I let out a long breath. "I've never slept with anyone before."

It takes a second for that to kick in. "You're not a virgin though?"

I chuckle. Her sweet innocence lightens the mood. "Nope. But what I meant was sleep. Not sex."

"Oh." She bites her lip, then, " Oh ."

"It's not that I'm a total asshole. It's just…" Breathe, asshat. Just get it out. "I've always been a bad sleeper since I was a kid, and sometimes… sometimes I have really bad dreams… night terrors… it can get a little crazy."

Her pretty lips purse and every cell in my body is alive with whatever she's going to say next. Of course, my angel isn't gonna say or do anything bad or mock me. That's not her nature, but opening up like this feels surprisingly comforting. I've never told another living soul.

"And you're worried that might happen if you fall asleep here? Would it make it easier if we went to your place."

Would it make it easier if we went to my place?

Is she for real? She'd come with me to sleep at mine if that made me feel better?

"Did you fall down from Heaven just for me?" I blurt out.

Her smile finally reaches her eyes. "Far from it. But I can be there for you, too… if you need it."

I pull her to me, her breath quickening. "I need it." I wrap my arms around her. "But we can stay here. I'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

I kiss her nose. "Yes. But you're adorable for offerin'."

"Hey, I can be resourceful, too."

I move my mouth to her lips and kiss her gently. "I'm very aware of that. I seem to remember you wearin' combat gear in Mississippi."

She wraps her arms around my neck. "Maybe I'll wear it for you sometime."

I swallow hard. My dick agrees with that sentiment. "I'll hold you to that." I kiss her again. "I can make the tea, if you'd like to have a shower?"

She strokes her thumb over my cheek. "I might need to freshen up a little. Are you sure you'll be okay here?" She glances at the mugs.

I laugh. "I'm pretty sure I can pour hot water into a mug, babe. Tea bag in or out?"

Her lips twitch in that adorable way of hers. "Out, please."

I kiss her again and move toward the kettle. If I don't move now, I'll drag her into that shower myself and fuckin' peppermint tea will be a thing of the past.

I turn as she walks in the other direction, then she spins back to face me. "Oh, my bedroom and bathroom are at the end of the hall."

"I'm sure I'll find it."

She practically runs away and I wonder if she's rethinking this now that we're finally alone together.

My dick hardens as I make the tea, thinking about her in the shower, soaping herself up. Running her hands over every curve of that hot body. I'm there again. Ready to fuck because this woman and how sweet she is, not just on the outside, and it drives me wild.

The apartment is quiet, then again, it's almost two am.

I take the mugs, carrying them down the hall.

Her bedroom door is open, and when I tentatively stop and look inside, I see her bed for the first time. It's exactly how I imagined. Her bedroom is large with a huge bed, plush looking pillows and a warm comforter and fuzzy pink throw rug. The headboard is also the same dark, pink hue with a velvet finish. She has thick, heavy curtains adorning the windows, and the fluffy carpet feels soft through my socks.

Jesus.

This woman is fuckin' loaded.

I mean, she drives a very nice SUV, but this apartment is something else. And I'm pretty sure I passed three more doors on the way here, not to mention what's on the other side of the kitchen. Taking a grand tour isn't high on my radar though when my kitten is on the other side of that door.

I can hear the sound of the shower, then there's the heavenly scent of coconut and vanilla… Her bodywash. I'll have to find out what body wash that is and get myself some. Soap myself up in my own shower and jerk off until I've no cum left in my body. Fuuuuuck. It smells so good.

I take the mugs to the side table on the left, noting a book face down and a pair of reading glasses. Don't tell me my baby wears fuckin' glasses. That whole naughty secretary fantasy just took a whole new leap. Now I want to fuck her over her desk, wearing nothing but a short skirt and these glasses.

I sit on the bed and the mattress bounces not too much, not too little, but just right. No doubt it's the best money can buy, along with the state of the art television set-up she has going on in here that makes me want to know what she likes to watch in bed.

Does she touch herself? Does she think of me while doing it? Well, I know she does, because she admitted it earlier. Now I'm in her domain, imagining her fucking herself in this big ass bed without me makes me even harder.

Then I hear, "Riot?"

My head pops up. Did I just imagine…

"Riot!" It's louder this time.

I spring up from the bed. She sounds troubled. I push the bathroom door open, the steam swirling as I look around, finding the shower with just as much steam billowing out.

"Are you okay?" I stammer, my heart racing in my chest.

I can only see her silhouette through the glass shower stall, but my mouth waters at the sight.

"No!"

I step closer. "What's wrong?"

With utter confidence she blurts out, "I need you in here with me."

My cock instantly stands to attention… She what?

I'm already shrugging out of my cut before I stop myself stripping down in two seconds flat. "You sure, babe?"

She sighs dramatically. "Get your ass in here, Myles!"

"Yes, ma'am." I reach down and pull my socks off, yank down my jeans and boxers, my dick straight and painfully hard. I shrug off my shirt and then sheath my dick a couple of times. Okay, I should probably stop touching it. She didn't invite me to her shower for sex… she probably just wants to… I don't know… wash herself with me there?

"Why are you taking so long?"

I chuckle. "Bossy." My hand on the shower door, I pull it toward me and when I glance inside, a noise leaves my throat that I've never made before.

She's facing away from me, her ass on display as I take in the creaminess of her skin.

"Turn around." My voice is gruff.

She turns, but as she does, her arms come around to try and cover herself. I glance down. Her tits, which she can't cover anyway, are hanging heavily. Her little waist is perfect, along with her stomach and then her sweet pussy… I stare between her legs as my dick jerks. I move my hand to soothe myself as she watches.

"Don't ever cover your body from me," I tell her. "I want to see all of you."

"But I have wobbly bits, and my stomach isn't flat, my thighs touch?—"

"More of you to love, babe. I love your body, it's perfect."

She's still got her arms crossed.

"This is what you do to me." I let go of my cock. "So fuckin' hard, Kitten. Uncross your arms, show me those pretty tits I'm so fond of."

She takes a moment, her indecision written all over her face, but when she does, I stare at her huge tits and I know I'm going to come on them tonight.

I'm gonna worship her.

I step into her as she steps back. "You're body is fuckin' beautiful. You hear me? Don't hide it." I tilt her chin up. "Don't ever hide this sweet body from me."

Her bottom lip trembles again and I cup her tits at the same time as I press my lips to hers. She's a greedy little thing, her tongue finding mine first as a soft mewl leaves her lips. I squeeze her tits harder as we kiss, my dick pressing against her soft stomach, my precum leaking on her as I enjoy the sensation of the heat from the shower as well as from her body.

"I want you to fuck me." The words leave her pretty lips and I swear my eyes roll into the back of my head.

"You sure, babe?"

She bites my bottom lip ever so gently and I chuckle. It only spurs me on. "I'm sure."

"You got condoms?"

She shakes her head.

I find myself smiling. "Good. You on birth control?"

She nods.

"Wanna fuck you raw, that okay? I've never had sex without a condom."

"I want you inside me, Myles." I almost shoot my load hearing her say my name.

I pinch both her nipples. "What else do you want, angel? Because what really gets me off is my woman tellin' me exactly what she wants and how she wants it."

I cup her pussy and she gasps. I move my head down to suck one nipple into my mouth, cupping her huge tit that doesn't even fit into my hand. I fuckin' love them. I pull gently with my teeth, then suckle hard, my fingers swiping through her pussy for the first time.

"Oh, oh God…"

Feeling how wet she is for me makes me groan in response as I glance up at her. "I don't hear you tellin' me, Kitten. I can't let you come until you tell me exactly what you need from me."

"I need to come."

I shake my head, pinching her nipple again as I lick the other one. "You gotta be more specific than that. Tell me your fantasy about fuckin' me."

"Shit," she mutters. "Myles, please ."

I cluck my tongue. "Tell me."

"I want your mouth on me."

"Where?"

"My… my… pussy."

Christ alive.

I swirl my fingers over her clit and she squirms. "You could get off right now, couldn't you, Kitten?"

"Let me get off, Myles, please."

I fuckin' love her begging me.

"No." I squeeze her tit hard. "I wanna make you scream for me first."

I push her back against the shower wall, sliding one finger inside her tight hole.

She cries out, " Please !"

"This is how it's gonna work." My mouth is against her ear as I watch the rise and fall of her chest. "I'm gonna make you come with my fingers first, then I'm gonna lick you clean with my mouth and make you come again on my tongue. Then I'm gonna fuck this tight little hole with my big cock and you're gonna take it like a good girl."

"Oh, shit."

I grin against her neck. "Then you're gonna suck my dick." I pump her pussy with my finger, then insert another, my thumb swirling her sweet little clit. "Then you're gonna scream Myles each time I make you come."

"Yes… right there, don't stop…" She wails and then screams, " Myles !"

And my night is only just beginning.