Chapter 25

Gwen

Stretching, I sighed and looked over at Static. He was sitting on the couch with the kids, watching a show. He had an arm wrapped around Grace and the other was holding up his phone while he watched a news broadcast on it.

”What”s that?” I asked, walking over and sitting on the chair across from him and my kids. Both were leaning up against either side of him, eyes glued to the screen. I normally didn”t let them watch this much TV, but they were bored to pieces.

It”d been a week since the Berserkers had gotten here and while the men had provided a lot of entertainment, it wasn”t enough. The kids were all starting to get cabin fever.

Static”s eyes met mine, then swept down to the kids.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Jordan. I”d barely set my phone aside when there was a knock at the door. Best thing about having your friend right down the hall was when you needed alone time to talk she got there in less than a minute.

”Aunt Jordan,” the kids called out when she came into the apartment.

Her eyes met mine and she wiggled her brows. I hadn”t officially told my friends about my new relationship, but it was impossible to keep a secret around here. I was sure they all knew. But I needed to tell them soon. The last thing I wanted was for them to think I was avoiding telling them for some reason. It really wasn”t that. Things had just been busy. The day before yesterday was my second appointment with Dr. Donaldson.

Thankfully, she was in favor of me moving forward with a new relationship, though she had warned me not to expect it to fix all my issues. No, only deep reflection and self-improvement was going to do that and I was only too aware of it.

”Let”s go find something to do,” Jordan told the kids. She gave me a quick wave as they all walked out the door.

Static set his phone down and looked over at me. ”Sorry. I wasn”t trying to run them out of here.”

”I know,” I told him, leaning forward and studying his face. ”What were you watching?”

A mischievous grin spread over his face. ”Neil Trask being arrested.”

I frowned. ”Who”s that?”

”The first real step in our fight against Fremont.” He rolled his head, trying to stretch out his tight neck muscles. He looked so...wound up. Like he was all tense and antsy.

I listened as he explained how they”d set up Trask since he refused to stop helping Fremont.

”Took your little cop friend long enough to do his job. I thought for sure Trask was going to run out of toilet paper and find that damn cocaine long before Torres got that warrant.”

”It sounds like he did everything by the book,” I replied. ”Which means the charges will stick, right?” I”d listened to Static talk enough—well that and watched so many True Crime Documentaries—I was damn near an expert on police procedure. Or I thought so anyway.

”Right.” He moved over to the end of the couch and I gasped when he leaned forward, plucked me off the recliner I was sitting on and set me in his lap.

I wasn”t used to a man just picking me up all the time. Like I weighed no more than a feather. I knew for damn sure I was heavier than that. But he never let that deter him. I reached out and ran my hands over his shoulders. They were like ropes of metal, braided together and unyielding. Digging my fingers into them, I tried to work out some of the tension there.

He groaned. ”What”re you doing?”

”I”m trying to help relax you,” I told him. ”You”re wound so tight I”m worried you”ll snap.”

His eyebrows lifted and a slow smile appeared on his handsome face. ”You want to relax me?”

I gave him a wary look. ”Maybe.”

His hand squeezed my hip. ”I know how you could relax me, Sugar.” He saw my hesitation and brushed the hair away from my face. ”Same rules as always,” he stated. ”You set the pace. You say no, everything stops.”

I”d woken up next to him every morning this week, with his sexy body wrapped around mine. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him. And I knew I was safe with him. It was an easy answer. Leaning forward, I kissed him.

He didn”t react for a second, and then his arms tightened around me and his mouth took control of mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting and exploring. I was already a writhing mess, and the man hadn”t done much more than kiss me.

My hands were all over him, trying to pull him closer, trying to touch him everywhere. I moaned and pressed against him. ”I want you,” I breathed against his lips.

”You”re going to have to ask dirtier than that,” he said. His hands were sliding up and down my thighs.

”Take me to the bedroom and make love to me, Static,” I told him.

”We”ll work on it,” he muttered against my mouth. His arms tightened around me and he stood, holding me safe against his chest. He carried me to my bedroom and kicked the door closed behind us.

I gasped as he spun around and dropped us onto the bed. I was pinned beneath him. The weight of him was...perfect. His lips took mine in a searing kiss and I could feel his hard length against my thigh. My panties were already soaked and we”d just started. I would have thought that him giving me a couple of orgasms would have made it easier for me to wait, but it was as if they”d only made me more hungry for him.

I moaned as his hand slid up my ribs, teasing me. His fingers trailed under my shirt and his thumb found the underside of my breast. My skin was sensitive, and it was torture. ”Static,” I whimpered.

”Yes, Sugar?”

”More.”

His hand cupped my breast and I cried out. I”d never known that I could be this turned on. That it was even possible. He shifted and his mouth was on mine, kissing me as his fingers tugged at my nipple beneath my bra. I was hot, feverish, and I couldn”t seem to hold still. I wanted all my clothes off. All his off. I wanted it all.

He chuckled and nipped at my lower lip.

”I can”t think,” I panted.

”Good,” he murmured. ”You don”t need to think.” His lips left mine and trailed down my neck. His fingers flicked the front clasp of my bra and I sighed in relief. He pulled my shirt and bra off, then his mouth lowered to cover my aching nipple.

My hips bucked up, pressing against the muscular thigh he had shoved between my legs.

”Fuck,” he groaned.

I”d never felt more desirable. That this strong, capable, gorgeous man was here with me was more than I ever thought possible. That he needed me. It made me feel powerful in a way. We belonged to each other and I wanted to show him how much I wanted him. What he did to me.

His lips were everywhere, tasting, teasing. His teeth nipped and his tongue soothed. I was a panting mess, begging him to end my torment.

”Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he demanded.

I whimpered, not able to voice what I needed. I wasn”t the kind of girl who was confident in bed. Who ordered men around and told them what to do to my body. My experience in this area was severely lacking, thanks to my ex-husband”s impatience and carelessness. ”I can”t.”

He pulled back and stared down at me, his bright blue eyes full of possessiveness and hunger. ”You can.” His mouth brushed against mine, but I wanted more.

My fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer, trying to deepen the kiss.

”You have to tell me, Sugar. This first time especially is going to go exactly how you want it to.”

”Can”t I just ask you to do whatever you want?” I gasped, covering my face with my hands.

He pulled them away, forcing me to meet his eyes. ”No. You can”t. You may think that would be easier, but you need this. Trust me, Gwen.” His hand brushed over the crown of my head. ”I”d never laugh. Or make you feel bad, if that”s what you”re worried about.”

”That”s...only part of it,” I admitted.

”What”s the other part?”

”I...”

”No secrets, Sugar,” he told me. ”You can tell me anything and it won”t leave this room.”

”I don”t really know what I”m doing.”

He frowned, his golden brows drawing down over his eyes. ”You were married. You have two kids.”

I didn”t know how to explain without bringing up Trent. He didn”t belong here.

”Just this once,” he said, as though he could read my mind. ”Tell me.”

”Trent never...cared...if I...” I swallowed hard. ”The other night, with you, was the first time I”ve ever had a man give me an orgasm.”

His lips parted, the only sign of his shock. He muttered something, and I caught kill and fucker, but that was it.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine for a brief moment before he lifted his head again. ”I”m not a very patient man,” he told me. His voice was deep and husky. ”I”ll do whatever I can to take this slow the first time.”

”I”m not a virgin,” I laughed. It might embarrass me to talk about some of this stuff, and I didn”t have a ton of experience with different things, but he wasn”t going to hurt me. He”d never do that.

”You may as well be,” he muttered. ”We”re going to find a few of the things you like, Baby Girl. And day by day, month by month, year by year, I”m going to learn you. I”m going to explore your body, search your heart, and tie your soul to mine. One day, when we”re old, you”re going to look back and wonder when the exact moment was that everything you are became mine.”

I sucked in a breath, staring into his eyes, and shook my head. ”Things like that,” I whispered.

”What?”

”Saying stuff like that is a good start,” I explained. ”I...I really like it.”

He chuckled. ”I know.” He dipped his head, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. ”I know you a hell of a lot better than you think I do.”

I smiled and, trying to shove my shyness aside, I told him, ”I want you. I want this.”

He nodded, his hands stroking up and down my sides.

”I”m tired of waiting,” I told him. ”I”m tired of letting fear and grief run my life.”

”Why don”t we work on that?” he replied with a sexy grin. ”Let me know if you need me to stop.”

There wasn”t a chance to respond because he was already lowering his head, his mouth closing over my nipple once more. His tongue flicked, teasing the tight bud, and I gasped.

”Oh,” I sighed, and then moaned when his other hand joined in, plucking the other hardened tip. His mouth worked magic on my breast and then he switched, lavishing the same attention on the other one.

My hips were moving, grinding on his thigh. I was desperate to come and we hadn”t even gotten started yet.

”Do you like that?” he asked.

I nodded.

”Use your words, Sugar.”

”I...I like it.”

”All I need is a yes, or no. Can you do that?”

”Y-yes,” I whimpered.

His lips moved lower, and I laughed and squirmed when he found areas that were sensitive and ticklish, but beneath it all, he was driving my need higher. His mouth was everywhere, sucking and licking. He bit at my hip bone and I gasped.

”Like that?” he asked, looking up at me.

I nodded, biting my lower lip. At his sharp look, I gasped, ”Yes.”

”My dirty girl likes being bitten. Good to know.” His eyes flashed. ”I want to leave my mark on you.”

I shivered. As much as I liked the sound of that, I didn”t ponder it because he”d flicked open the button on my jeans and his hand was buried beneath my panties.

”I”m going to make you come. Then, when you”re wet and ready for me, I”m going to slide inside of you and fuck you until you scream, Gwen.”

My body jerked at his words. His fingers rubbed my clit, and everything was working together, amping my system up more. I was wet and aching, and I needed him so badly I could hardly stand it.

He moved, his body no longer pressing against mine. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out at the loss. It was even worse when his hand left my pussy. He tugged my jeans and panties off in one move, baring my body to his eyes.

He stood, stripping off his shirt. He left his jeans on. My eyes took him in. He was gorgeous. I was too shy to admit that I wanted to touch him. My fingers itched to trace his tanned muscles. To follow that happy trail of hair that led down below the waistband of his jeans. I hadn”t allowed myself the luxury of exploring him, even though we”d been sleeping in the same bed together now for over a week.

”Fuck, you”re beautiful,” he rumbled, his eyes raking over my body.

My cheeks flushed at his compliments. I wasn”t used to them. There”d been no pretty words, no blatant need...before. Making up my mind, I shoved all thoughts of anything other than Static out of my head.

He moved back onto the bed and before I knew what he planned he was lying between my thighs with my legs draped over his wide shoulders.

”Oh,” I breathed, eyes widening when his lips closed over my clit. My back bowed off the bed and my fingers clutched the sheets as pleasure swept through me.

He lapped at me, his tongue flicking over the swollen bud and his finger slid inside of me. ”I”ve missed this,” he growled. ”You taste so fucking good.”

”Please,” I gasped. ”Static. Please.”

”Does my girl want to come?” he asked me, adding a second finger. He pumped his fingers and I was right there. On the edge.

”Yes,” I moaned.

”Beg me,” he commanded.

All the uncertainty and embarrassment was gone. The man had his face buried in my most intimate place, how could I hold onto even a scrap of awkwardness? He was licking me like I was his favorite chilled treat on a hot summer”s day.

”Please let me come,” I wailed, everything in me tightening with need and pleasure.

”Come for me,” he demanded, and sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers plunged into me.

My hips lifted, my whole body convulsing as my orgasm tore through me. ”Static!”

His name echoed through the room and I didn”t even try to hold back.