Then I walk over and cover my girl’s lips. As her taste flows through me, I forget about the other two people in the tiny, dingy room. Will clears his throat, interrupting our kiss. I lean my head against her soft forehead and mouth, “Later.” Turning to my mom and Will, I rub my hands together. “Okay, let’s get my girl moved out of here.”
The four of us load all her belongings in my truck within twenty minutes. Alvin slinks out of the woodwork as I’m securing the last box in the bed of the truck, and I decide to take care of him before we leave. Glancing at Will, I ask, “Will you tell Mom to go ahead and drive Gina back to the house? Let them know we’ll meet them there in a few minutes.”
I glare at the fucker and hand him five hundred dollars. “If you ever come near my family again, you’ll be sorry.” His eyes light up as he looks down at the bills in his hand, and he walks away promising I’ve seen the last of him.
Chapter Four
Gina
I keep pinching myself to make sure the last two weeks hasn’t been a dream. After moving me into the loveliest room I’ve ever seen, the Riordans have treated me like one of the family. The first time I met Saint’s father, he insisted I either call him Dad or Elliot. That same night, I met Dare and his heavily pregnant wife, Payton. The minute they walked in the door, the sassy woman smiled sweetly, and I knew we’d become best friends. Since I left Oregon, I’ve avoided complications such as friendships, but the Riordans are making me believe it’s all possible.
Payton gave all the Riordan men hell throughout the evening, and I silently observed to learn her technique. When I commented about how well she takes the rambunctious household, she winked. “We’ll need to have lunch so I can bring you up to speed,” she whispered as she hugged me goodnight.
Since that night, Joanne and Payton both have taken me to lunch, and I keep promising to return the favor once I receive my first paycheck. Dare hired me in the accounting department at Riordan Enterprises, and my job is awesome, except for dealing with Scott Riordan. The Riordan cousin is a pain in my rear. Honestly, he’s the only Riordan I don’t like. I swear he follows me around, waiting for me to screw up. Scott’s sister, Karen, is married to Dare’s best friend, Keith. She’s slightly abrasive but, overall, very friendly. It’s entertaining to watch Karen and Dare fight over their efforts to control poor Keith.
Saint is slowly killing me. His gentle touches and warm looks are driving me out of my mind. At night, he walks me to my room and kisses me deeply but doesn't make any move to take things further. I’d worry that he’s already tiring of me, but he constantly rubs his hard, masculine body against mine, and there’s no mistaking the erection protruding below his belt.
I’m taking nightly cold showers, and my attitude is suffering from my sexual frustration. When Saint wraps his hands around the back of my head and covers my lips with his, I decide to take matters into my own hands. Literally.
Running my hand down the front of his jeans, I rub his hard cock through the denim, and he stiffens under my touch. When he doesn’t pull back, I become brave and unzip his pants. Saint’s breath catches as I run my thumb over the tip of his hard dick. “Uh,” he wheezes against my lips. “I don’t think you’re ready for where this is headed.”
“I’m making it happen,” I correct him as I drag him toward my bed.
Saint stops me in the middle of the room, and I nearly cry from frustration. “Is there a reason you won’t make love to me?” I need to know.
“I want complete privacy.” He lays his forehead against mine. “Come with me to my apartment if this is really what you want.”
He doesn't have to ask me twice. As we sneak down the stairs and out the kitchen door, I feel like a teenager again. Saint shocks me when he lifts me into his arms to carry me up the stairs that lead to his apartment.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.” He smiles down at me and rushes up to his home. In the back of my mind, I worry about his knee, but I refuse to let anything get in the way of our first night together. Surely, he wouldn't carry me if it hurt.
Saint places me on my feet inside his bedroom and leans against the wall to stare at me. The only light in the room is a sliver shining through the open bathroom door. “Take off your clothes for me.”
I pull my t-shirt over my head and drop it at my feet. Saint’s eyes darken as I reach behind my back to unhook my bra and let the straps fall down my arms. He jerks his shirt off before removing his pants but stays across the room. I push my sweatpants and undies down my legs and kick them aside.
Sweat rolls down my back as Saint walks over to the bed and stretches out on the black sheets. He looks into my eyes and winks. “Watch me.” Then he wraps his hand around his erection and slides it up and down. I bite my lip and stare while he pleasures himself.
A drop of cum runs down his hand, and I groan. My heart nearly beats out of my chest when I move close to him and run my finger lightly over the tip of his cock, collecting the wetness. He growls as a shiver runs through his massive frame. While he watches, I take my finger and lick it. “Fuck. You’re going to kill me,” he warns.
When he reaches for me, I step back and wink. “I want you alive for this.” Before I lose my nerve, I run my hands slowly down my body while moving my hips from side to side. His jerky strokes become faster as his eyes follow the progress of my hands.
I slip a finger into my wet center, and he growls, “Get over here.”
When I step close enough, he reaches out and wraps his hand around my waist and tugs. “Eek.” I tumble onto his chest before he hoists me up and over his head. As I peer down past my naked body, his smirking face appears between my spread knees. He growls against my flesh, causing a shiver to pass through me. “Palms flat against the wall.” I listen to his order without argument.
Watching as he licks the wetness from my thigh causes me to groan loudly and reach for his head. “Don’t move those hands, or I’ll spank your ass.” I swallow and follow his command.
Saint tongues my clit while sliding a thick finger deep into my pussy, and I dig my nails into the satiny wallpaper. When he inserts a second finger and scissors them, I scream his name as an orgasm crashes through me without warning.
The room flashes around me, and I find myself lying flat on the bed staring up into his dark eyes. “I love you,” he whispers against my lips and runs his hard cock between my wet folds without entering me. Each time his dick presses on my clit, I nearly come again.
“Please stop torturing me,” I beg, and he kisses me. While our tongues duel, he slides deep into my core.
As my walls stretch around his massive erection, I whimper against his lips and dig my nails into his shoulders. He kisses my sweaty forehead and moans, “Fuck you’re tight.” Reaching between us, he pinches my nipple, and the slight sting causes me to relax my inner muscles. When his cock bottoms out deep in my pussy, we both sigh.
“I wasn't sure you’d fit.” I gasp and feel his lips turn up in a smile against my skin.
“I had no doubt.” He begins to slowly thrust, and I forget what we’re talking about. My gasps and his grunts fill the room. He increases his speed until I’m holding on to his tight ass while losing my mind. Tiny sparks of electricity shoot through my body as he presses his thumb against my clit and rubs little circles.