I knew when he stopped in front of me. At the mention of calling me his enchantress my eyes closed refusing to open and let him see me so naked and exposed. We were two wayward people trying to figure out life’s greatest pleasure between two humans only to keep sliding down the slope of confusion because there was nowhere to go.
Rough calloused hands cupped my face. Our foreheads touched, making me believe in the notion of a third eye because it’s like I saw into his world. Saw the turmoil and jagged edges of his soul.
“I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for being selfish.” His lips were on mine. Not kissing me but talking. And like always, our eyes collided. “Can you blame me for overreacting seeing another man holding you when we both know it should be me? There are things in my life I have to work on, and I can’t promise to never be selfish again, but I’m not taking you to Georgia. JD and I are here to stay this weekend. Only if you want us here.” Just the weekend.
Three days and then he’d be gone. Again.
“If you want, we can find another family reunion to crash.” His soft lips teased my chin.
“Aww, are you my real life Lucky?” “Your what?” He stepped back.
“You know Lucky? From Poetic Justice.”
Shaking his head, he finally gave me what I wanted. A kiss. A soft, firm kiss that made my stomach dance with butterflies. “We can do whatever you want to do.” Without much thought I told him what I’ve been wanting. “I wanna get a piercing.”
“Mmm, Amell.” I moaned unashamed. “Ouch” I giggled, trying to stay still on the massage table.
“Stop showing out for these dudes in here, Gazelle.” His deep octave only made me squirm even more.
While JD asked the tattoo artist on the other side of the wall a million and one questions, Amell held my breast in his hand. I should’ve known that he would threaten the piercing tech to let him do it. If he bullied his way to keep me from going to Georgia with Garrett, then what made me think he’d allow a stranger to pierce my nipples?
Amell paid the piercing tech a grand to be able to do the job. Oh, and threatened to fuck him up if he refused the money.
“Amell,” I moaned again, this time doing it on purpose. My memory worked good and I remember the length of the baby arm attached between his legs. He’d been unapologetically shifting it since I came out of my shirt.
Seeing how he reacted from seeing my breast, I’m glad he interfered with my weekend plans.
“Gazelle, behave.” His nearness was so overwhelming. So, charging.
I failed at trying to tear my gaze from his manly profile. Having him pierce my nipples, gently provide aftercare as he was instructed, it was such a purely sensual experience that I never wanted to end. Each time he touched me my heart pounded an erratic rhythm. It’s like he shot bolts of electricity through his touch.
Uncaring that the man stood to the side of him, he held my eyes as he leaned down and planted two gentle kisses on each of my nipples. A shudder heating through my body felt so delicious. My body felt so heavy and warm. Folding my bra to fit in my purse, he dressed me in my shirt making sure to be aware of the piercings. I sat there for a long moment after just feeling like I was floating.
What was this man doing to me?
Before we made it back to my condo we stopped and picked up food. JD was burnt out from all the sightseeing. I think Amell and I both wanted to wear him out so we’d have the rest of the night to ourselves. We watched two movies with him before he fell asleep against Amell’s chest. If that didn’t give me instant baby fever, then I don’t know what else would.
Seeing Amell in such a different state of mind with a child that he clearly cared about gave me the opportunity to get to know another part of him. When it came to kids, he was gentle but stern. JD had so much love for Amell that my heart wanted to burst. He wanted to do whatever Amell did, and seeing that they both found comfort in each other, geesh my poor heart.
“Amell.” I called his name ignoring that we were about to watch one of my favorite movies, Love Jones.
Pausing the movie, he turned to me unconsciously slipping his free hand in his sweats. He’d taken a shower and almost gave me a heart attack by walking around my house with no shirt on and smelling like the best kept secret.
“Yes, Gazelle.”
Bashfully I blushed. “Will you make love to me? I’ve been saving myself for you and I’m tired of waiting. I know what comes after you and JD leave Monday night, but tonight, and the rest of the nights before then, I want you to claim me.” My cheeks heated under the heat of his gaze. My whole being seemed to be filled with waiting.
The shock of discovery hit him full force once the realization sunk in. Eyeing me with dark, cold triumphant eyes he stood over me. “If we do this, Krishna, it’s forever. Even the day after. Do you understand that?”
Nervous out of my wits, I meet him chest to chest. “Take me. I’m yours, Amell.” Two words unleashed a beast. A savage. A gentleman.
In one swift motion my legs were locked around his waist. It’s like he glided me to my bedroom. Feeling the cotton of my sheets felt so foreign. My clothes were removed, tossed somewhere that I cared less about. The peak of our chemistry, the excitement of what was about to happen sent my emotions on an emotional rollercoaster. Tips of his fingers grazed my naked flesh. Between my legs I burned in yearning.
“Amell.” So, caught up in trying to figure out what part of him was touching me, he tied my hands together above my head to my railed headboard.
How could he tie my hands when it felt like he was touching my legs? I felt him everywhere.
Felt him caressing my scalp. Felt him licking and sucking on my lips. Felt him massaging my toes. Felt him caressing that sensitive spot behind my knees.
“I want to be in your skin, Gazelle.” He sounded so far away but so close.
Writhing on my sheets, I searched for him. Searched for the source of the potent marijuana. Finding him standing at the head of my bed looking down at me with slit eyes, I made a mess. A nasty, creamy mess. He was naked and hard.
Naked and curved. Naked and oozing pre-cum.
Those eyes weren’t colliding with mine but with my untouched fruit. He smoked, when did he even roll the blunt and light it? Had I been so gone in the middle of trying to level out my breathing that I skipped a whole scene?
His shaft was beautiful. Long and proud. His girth. About as thick as my wrist, maybe even more. He was going to break me.
My attraction to Amell had and would never be healthy.
Walking around until I had an up-close view to the veiny monster, he leaned down taking a hard pull on the blunt. His lips pressed on mine and I quickly understood the command. Welcoming the exhaled smoke, he shared with me, I inhaled deeply. My eyes watered holding it in before releasing it through my nose.
He could give me all the shot guns he wanted to.
“I’m not using a condom with you.” I don’t want you to. “There will never be any barriers between us.” He moved to the dresser where he lit one of my candles. “No condoms. No birth control. All natural, all raw love making.” He turned around walking closer to me with the candle in hand. “Is that okay with you?” He gave me no time to answer before he poured the wax from the middle of my chest down to my navel.