“Goodnight, Killer. Thank you for the lesson,” I say just before turning the corner.
“Night, Sparrow,” he replies, not following me.
Shutting myself in the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and get in, letting the cold water hit my skin before it heats up. Once it’s hot, I quickly wash before getting out and drying off. The only thing I want now is bed so I can read a book for a little bit before tomorrow comes. It’s a boring life, but it’s mine. It’s what I want to do and no one tells me I can’t do it because they don’t want me to have a life or I’m too busy doing whatever they need me to do for them.
These are the thoughts racing through my mind as I wrap my towel around me so I can head into my room. I dress in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top before putting the towel up to dry. Grabbing my phone, I climb in bed so I can read. Since my phone is lit up, I turn out the lamp on my nightstand and snuggle under the covers. Before I know it, sleep is claiming me and I’m still holding my phone as my eyes slide shut and I dream of Killer and the way our bodies were pressed together while he was showing me moves.
Chapter Ten
Killer
LAST NIGHT WITH Gwen was a stupid as fuck move on my part for two main reasons. I know she’s been wearing tighter, and smaller clothes, compared to the baggy as hell clothes Gwen used to wear when she first came to Benton Falls. However, I wasn’t expecting her to come down in a pair of leggings that hugged her body in all the right places. I wanted to peel them down her legs and leave her in nothing but her panties. Those thoughts didn’t help the raging hard on I already had going on. On top of that, she was wearing a tank top showing most of her sides. I swear the holes cut down until just above her leggings. Nothing but a sports bra covered her tits, and they did nothing for supporting her as my arm pressed against her chest.
On top of seeing so much of Gwen’s exposed, golden brown skin on display, I noticed the scars she sports. There is no other way to describe them except for battle scars. She has gone through hell, survived, and will thrive in her life moving forward. I’ll make sure of it. This does nothing to quench my thirst for getting revenge for my woman against her father and Neil. While her father is easier to get to, I still have to set plans in motion and make sure there’s no blowback on anyone involved. This won’t be a club thing; it’s personal to me. I’m going to be the one who takes these two fuckers down because of the pain they caused her, the demons she still fights on a daily basis, and the fear and torment hiding in her eyes when she forgets to hide that part of her.
From the skin I saw last night, scars fill her back, her sides, and a few reside on her stomach. Her body is tone even with the curves she has. I want to kiss each and every scar covering her skin to let her know I don’t find them unattractive or unappealing. There was a second when she first took her tank top off that she hesitated. Gwen was worried about what I was going to think of her skin and the scars marring her beautiful body. When I didn’t take my eyes off hers, she shrugged her shoulders, shook her body out, and came back to working with me.
Apart from seeing her body more than I ever have before and realizing the scars she wears as badges of her time spent in hell, our bodies were in close contact for almost two straight hours. Every single time I brushed my arm against her tits, or her ass bumped against my cock it was sweet torture. I want to have her body pressed against mine while I’m showing her how a real man loves his woman. Then when we’re ready to sleep with nothing separating her silky-smooth skin from my own. I want her head resting on my chest with her soft, long hair flowing out behind her. Even if her hair ends up covering my face and almost choking me out as we sleep, I don’t give a shit. I’ll take whatever she wants to give me and cherish every single second.
My cock was ready to come out to play when I watched Gwen walk over to me. As we began to work out and become covered in sweat. Once she took her tank top off and I saw her sweat covered body, I was more than ready to take her upstairs in my bedroom and worship her body. There is no way our first time is going to be on a bunch of mats I lay down on the floor of our basement. Those times will come later; after I show her what a sweet, loving man looks like when he’s showing his woman what she means to him. Then, I’ll show her how a man takes his woman when he wants her and can’t wait to make it to a bed.
I plan on showing Gwen exactly how much she can love sex. Wall sex, over the counter in the kitchen sex, on the table, on my bike, in the shower, and anywhere else she’ll let me. Sex can be fun if it’s what your partner and you want; not if your being forced into it. I have no problem showing Gwen how much fun it can be. Or how dirty and rough it can be either. Unless she doesn’t like rough sex. Then, it’s something I can live without for her. No one else but her.
It also didn’t help when Gwen couldn’t take her eyes off my body. She stared at me as if I was the first person she’d ever seen without a shirt on. I know that’s not the case because she’s been around the guys in the club. On top of the Wild Kings members and the guys from Satan’s Anarchy. Still, I felt as if I were ten feet tall and could do no wrong. No one has ever looked at me that way before. Honestly, I feel bulletproof with one look from her. I want to savor it and bottle it up so there’s never a doubt in my mind about how she feels about me.
That’s the thing about Gwen. Her eyes say what she’s too scared to voice. If she’s upset, angry, or in pain, I always know just from her eyes. When she’s truly happy, her eyes shine bright enough to blind me. Including when tears fill them and they’re bright. If I want to know what’s really going on in her mind, it simply takes one look into her eyes before I know what’s going on.
After Gwen disappeared into her bathroom, I finished my bottle of water. I needed to do something so I wouldn’t chase her ass down and show her exactly what I want to do to her. Once my water was gone, I went through the house making sure everything is locked for the night and the alarm is set. Then, I finally made my way to my room so I could shower and get ready for bed.
As I walk past Gwen’s room, there’s no sound coming from the other side of the door. She’s either still in the shower or already in bed. Thoughts of her in the shower make my cock hard once more. It’s not like it completely went down to begin with. Now, It’s hard as hell once more. I quicken my steps toward my room so I can get in the shower before I embarrass myself.
Turning on the water, I strip out of my shorts before climbing in the shower. Water slides down my hair, face, and body. Squirting some of my soap into my hand, I wrap it around my cock and begin to slide it up and down my length. Gwen’s image is in my mind with water sliding down her body. I picture the droplets of water sliding down her body, in between her tits, down her stomach, and to her pussy. Bending down in my mind, I slide my tongue through Gwen’s slick folds, tasting her as I pull her clit into my mouth. Using a finger, I slide it inside her pussy, her heat engulfing me. She’s tight as hell and I picture her writhing and bracing her hands against the shower wall, so she doesn’t slip.
Her legs begin to quiver as I work my magic before it spreads to her entire body. Gwen digs her hands into my hair and pulls as I feel her body clamping down around my finger when I curl my finger and hit the spot inside her to throw her over the edge. At the same time, I imagine her coming in my mind, my own orgasm hits, landing on the wall as I moan out Gwen’s name. It’s always her name on my lips when I find my release. I brace myself against the wall, resting my head on the tiles as my breathing tries to get back to normal. Still, my heart is racing, and I can’t seem to catch my breath as I think about getting my hands, mouth, and cock on her finally.