Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series (30 page)

But I don’t want to take it too far too soon. She’s never been with
a guy, let alone a guy like me. I want to take it slow so she can get used to
me. So she’ll know I can give her whatever she desires, but not make it seem
like I’m a horndog looking to get laid. To me, she’s so much more than just a
girl to fuck. She’s my Leafy and I want to love every goddamn part of her. And
I want her to love every messed-up part of me, too.

So I’ll take it slow, show her what I can do, but leave enough for
her to fantasize about.

“Can I be the first guy to make you come?” I ask.

I want to make her come so badly. I want to feel her body zinging
underneath me as the shocks run through her body. I need to feel her wet folds
as they open for me, her throbbing clit, and her snuggly warmth that I could
easily dip a finger or two in. I want to see her face when she falls apart in
my arms.

She doesn’t answer me, but by closing her eyes and granting me
access to her most private places, I feel like she just gave me permission. And
I won’t say no to her giving in to me. Never again.

I slip my fingers down her wet path, spreading her moisture across
her lips. She moans in delighted agony as I start rubbing her clit. Licking her
lips and dipping my tongue inside her mouth, I work her to a climax. I know
exactly what to do to make her squeal, and I love it. It’s such a powerful feeling,
I can’t get enough of it. I want to make her come again and again.

My breath is as ragged as hers as I watch her climb toward the peak
of her pleasure. I can see it in her contorted face, and feel it from her
fingers fisting my hair. I only have to flick her clit to make her moan my
name. And God, when she moans, it sets all my nerves on fire.

Especially when she comes.

God, I’ve never seen anything sexier than that face. Feeling her nub
pulsate as I roll it between my fingers is the most arousing thing ever. She
scrunches up the blanket with one hand, pushing my head into her neck with the
other. I kiss her everywhere, while her chest expands as she sucks in the air
she so desperately needs. She’s done for. Exploded into tiny bits of pure
ecstasy. I ravished her, and I’m fucking proud of it.

Her body is hot and wet from my fingering. When her breathing slowly
normalizes again, I get off her and stare at her, the pride probably dripping
from my face by now. I love how she just gave her all to me, without resisting.
It’s like she finally trusts me.

And it was fucking amazing as well.

“That was fan-fucking-tastic. Did it feel that way to you, too?” I
ask, smiling wickedly.

She breathes out. “Definitely.”

I laugh a little, because she’s still completely out of it from the
orgasm. Hmm … I guess she never had one like this. I lean forward and kiss her
on the temple, showing her that this is not just all sex. I want more from her.
I never had anyone like her. I feel connected to her in ways I can’t explain. Like
with the bullying; she’s been through that too, and she knows what it’s like to
not have a lot. She cares for me, she’s sweet, and she’s funny. I forget
everything when I’m around her. Even though I’m not sure that’s a good thing, I
still enjoy it. I want more of this. I want more of her.

“Why are you stopping?” she suddenly asks.

“Because this is as far as it goes tonight.”

Her mouth drops open. “What about the sex?”

She’s thinking about sex? Wow, she has changed. “What about it?”

“I thought …”

“You came. You liked it. I loved it. That’s all that matters.” And
that’s the truth. As much as I’d like to bury my cock in her pussy, and I do
look forward to doing that, I still don’t think it’s a good idea. It’s too
fast, and she’s a virgin. I want to take it slow with her. Make her love me
first before she loves the way I have sex.

She just stares at me, completely perplexed, her brows slowly
creeping toward each other. “No, it’s not all that matters,” she says, and she
pulls up her bra.

“It’s enough. For now.” I already gave her way more than I was
planning to tonight.

“Why? You fuck all the other girls, too, don’t you?” she says.

“And you’re not ‘all the other girls.’” She’s fucking special to me.
How can she not see that?

She purses her lips and snorts. Then she throws the blanket off us
and gets out of the bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to grab her, but I’m too late.

She snatches her dress from the floor, covering up her tits with her
hands while she’s trying to put it on. “Going.”

“Wait, what?” I say, and I scramble out of bed too.

“I don’t want to be your plaything. I made a mistake coming here.”
Her voice is strained with emotions. Crap. She’s not going to cry, is she?

I walk up behind her and wrap my fingers around both her arms.
“Don’t go.” Anything but that … not after what we just did. I just gave her
what she wanted. I thought she liked me, and that she wanted me to love her. I
need her to stay, because I need her love too.

“Why should I stay?” she says.

“Because I want you to. I need you,” I say. It’s hard for me to
admit this. I don’t want to feel like I need someone, because it makes me
vulnerable, open to getting hurt. And I’ve been hurt enough.

“Stop playing around! You want me, but you don’t want me? You just
practically told me I’m not good enough to fuck,” she shouts.

What? Of course she is! I just want to make sure she’s really in
this with her whole heart.

“No, you have it all wrong. When I said you’re not one of those
girls, I meant that you’re special. Different.”

She’s silent, but I can feel she’s quivering. She sniffs. Christ, I
really hope she isn’t crying. I hate it when I make her sad. I don’t want that
anymore. I want to see her happy.

“I want to take it slow. Not rush into things,” I add, trying to
make her feel better by explaining it a bit. I’m really not good with these
things. I always tend to fuck it up one way or another.

“Why?” she asks.

“Because I like you too much. I don’t want to spoil it.” She’s
everything I ever wanted, and it scares the living shit out of me, because I
don’t want to lose that. And now that I have it, there’s only a bigger chance
she’ll leave … and I won’t be able to fucking live with that.

I wrap my arms around her, pecking the back of her head. Burying my
head in her hair, I inhale, her scent arousing and soothing at the same time.
“I want this to be more than just sex.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” She turns around to face me, the
sadness still lingering in her eyes.

I brush away a strand of hair from her pretty face. “Because … You
wanted me so badly … and I want you, too … But you’re the first girl I want
more with than just that. I don’t want it to be all lust and fucking. I want
you to like me for who I am, not for what I do in the bedroom. And maybe in the
shower or the car …” It makes me grin so much thinking about what I’m going to
do with her and where I’m going to take her. I have a lot of dirty ideas about
ways I could fuck her until she comes.

“Is that why you call me Leafy?” she asks.

Well, that’s a long story. “You want me to get into all the
details?”

“If you want me to stay, spill it.”

Oh, so she’s blackmailing me now? I really have an influence on her.
“All right. That first day I saw you with the leaf blower, I found your
bracelet in the grass. I knew it was yours, and I wanted to bring it back, but
I had no clue where to go. I didn’t know your name, I didn’t know where you
were staying. Lucky for me, I found your bedroom quite close to mine.” I
chuckle from the thoughts of making out in her bed, and fucking her in her own
room. “Anyway, all I could remember was the girl with the leaves in her curly
hair, so … Leafy it was.”

“But I told you my name,” she says.

I laugh it off, but I actually really don’t want to tell her. I
don’t want to show her the extent of my memory problems. I’m not in the mood
for pitiful looks right now. So I settle for saying, “I know, but the Leafy
thing just stuck with me. It has a nice ring to it. And it was fun, since you
seemed to hate it. You blush every time I say it.”

A cute smile forms on her lips, and she pushes me forward. I’m
caught off guard and trip, falling right down onto the bed. “See? Training
worked. You get stronger the moment you’re angry.”

“Oh, ha-ha, very funny,” she says, licking her lips in a way that
makes me want to lick them too. Maybe I will, later.

“So … will you stay?”

For a moment she’s quiet, gazing back at me, her bright blues eyes
turning me to mush. She steps forward, reaching for me with her hand, and I
take it as a sign. I instinctively grab her hand and pull her down with me,
while she giggles non-stop. My cock is still throbbing, especially with her
lying on top of me, but I don’t want to give in to it. I want to take my time
with her, get her used to me.

“Let’s just sleep, okay?” I say, taking off my pants under the
blanket.

“Hmm …” she murmurs.

I pull the sheets up while she crawls under, draping them over us.
Her body feels warm against mine, and it’s a welcome feeling to have her near
me when I fall asleep. This is the first time I’ve actually taken anyone else
to bed with me. I don’t mean the fucking part, I mean the actual sleeping part.
The chicks I was with were all just for a good fuck, but they’d always leave
before the night was over. Not Leafy, though.

She’ll stay and lie in bed with me, and we’ll fall asleep together.
I’ve never actually ‘slept’ with someone else before. It feels nice to have her
this close to me, to smell her hair as she cuddles up against me. I need to
know if she feels the same.

“Do you think you could stick with me a little longer? I don’t want you
to just be with me for the sex. I want you to stay for
me
,” I say. I’m
pouring every inch of my heart into this question.

“I’m not just in it for the sex,” she says, smiling.

She turns around and I drag her closer, pressing her back against my
chest. I want to feel her heartbeat through the night.

“But you’d better not be abstinent until marriage.”

I chuckle at her comment. Still obnoxious, but I love it. I like her
annoying parts. They’re cute.

And no, I’m not going to wait forever either. My cock is yearning
for some action, and it’s going to be rough and hard, just the way I like it.
I’ll make her mine completely.

“You can bet on it. I’m going to claim you soon,” I say.

She giggles like the little devil she is, and rubs her ass against
my cock, stirring it awake again. I try not to think about it, and force away
the thoughts of having her perky ass pushed up against me. Burying my head in
her hair, I think about all the times she made me smile, laugh, forget, and all
the times she was there to help me get through tough moments. I don’t want to
let them go. Not anymore. It’s too late for that.

Fuck the rules, the gang, and everyone who gets in the way of me reaching
my goal: both getting my brother back and keeping Leafy in my life.

And with that final thought I doze off into a deep and comfortable
sleep with my Leafy right beside me, wriggled firmly under my arms.

Chapter
24

Following Leads

I’m only partially awake when Leafy’s scream wakes me up completely.

“Dude … Oh, shit.” I think it’s Jaret’s voice, but I’m not sure.

I groan, rubbing the grit from my eyes. “Huh? What’s happening?”

“Sorry, bro, I didn’t know you brought her back here,” Jaret says.
His eyebrows rise like he’s seeing a naked chick. “Hope you had fun last
night.”

Shit. Now he pulled me from that delicious dream I had about banging
Leafy. “What are you doing here?” I growl.

“It’s my room, too, remember? Glad I wasn’t around to witness this
last night. Had some fun myself, too! Crazy chick, though …” Jaret says. I can
hear him stomp into the room, and only then do I realize I’m lying in bed with
Leafy. I hope she’s covered herself up.

“Dude, get out. Give us some privacy for fuck’s sake,” I grunt,
scraping my throat.

“Sorry, bud, can’t. It’s important. I wouldn’t have come otherwise, trust
me.”

Oh … What now? What could be so important that he has to burst into
the room like that when he sees a naked chick in my bed?

I rise up to lean on my elbows. “What?”

From the corner of my eye I see Leafy stumbling to grab her dress.
Good. At least she’s putting something on. I don’t want Jaret to see her. She’s
mine, and only I can see her naked. I’d pull his eyes out if I caught him
watching her.

“I think I’m after the right guy. You know. The boss of Alpha Psi. I
think I know who he is.”

My eyes are wide open. Immediately, I’m awake. I throw the blanket
off me. “What? Are you serious?”