Slate (Breaking the Declan Brothers #2) (12 page)

He laughs and sets his palms on the edge of the counter, gripping it as his head dips slightly closer. “Well, I guess you can take your chances to see if I’ve changed there too, but I’m not sure that you want to wait too long.”

“No?” I slant my eyes.

“No.” He moves forward, lips perpendicular with mine. “’Cause whether it takes me a few seconds or an hour, I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy until I blow my load, and I really don’t think that you want to chance Jax and Zeke coming down those stairs any time before that happens.”

Shit! He’s right. I certainly don’t want that happening, and apparently, this is going down. He’s going to spank me and fuck me, just as he said. He’s not letting me get out of this. I press my lips together. It’s time for me to step up to the plate. I told myself that I’d go through with this if Slate made it, and he has. So, as he mentioned, it’s his turn. I square my shoulders and walk over to the sofa. Not bothering to look at him, I shimmy out of my boxers and stand up.

“Take it all off,” he says.

Again, I don’t turn to look at him. Instead, I yank my shirt off, toss it on the floor, and stare straight ahead.

“Now, lean over the sofa,” I hear him say, his voice getting closer with each word. I set my hands on the arm cushion. “No.” I feel his warm palm settle on my back. “All the way, so your stomach is on it,” he says, gently pushing me downward. My upper body lowers onto the sofa as my legs spread and my feet skid on the floor to hold me up.

Slate crouches down beside me, resting his forearms on his thighs. His eyes slither along the length of my awkwardly positioned body. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. It’s no wonder that I couldn’t stop myself from blowing my load so quickly when I had this sexy, beautiful body for the taking. And, today, after I beat your ass red for being a bad girl, I’m going to fuck you hard, and we’ll see,” he places a finger under my chin, “if you can be a good girl, too.”

“Slate,” I breathe out his name.

“What?” His thumb strokes my chin as he gazes at me. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He slightly tilts his head back with a sexy little smile. “Ah, yes,” he nods once, “you do. Say it.”

I lick my lips. Oh, God. “Yes,” I whimper the absolute truth. “Yes, I do,” I say, surrendering to him. I submit to the control of his touch, the sensual slur in his voice, and the seductive gleam in his eyes. I want to be his good girl, and I think deep down that I want to be his bad girl, too. I want to be his any and everything. At this moment, all I want is to be his.

“Here,” he says; not taking his eyes from mine, he hands me a condom. “Open it, hold it in your hand, and when I ask for it, give it to me.”

I take the condom. With nimble fingers, I unwrap it and clench it in my hand.

Setting his palms on his thighs, he pushes back up into a standing position. He makes his way behind me. I can’t see him, but I feel his fingers on the low of my back. My skin becomes alive as his light touch slowly slopes down the curve of my ass. The charge it sends through my wilting body weakens my limbs. His fingers slip between my open thighs, gliding softly over my wetness to my pulsating clit. He rolls his fingertip over my sensitive nub a few times. My knees give, and I begin to fall.

“Oh, no, no,” he says. Catching my hips with his hands, he yanks me back up. “All right, we’ll wait for that, then.” His grip tightens. “Now,” he says, one hand releasing from my hip. “Do you remember that time we went to Gary Odell’s house,” his other hand drops from me, “and you decided to go for a ride on Jimmy Reardon’s dirt bike without a helmet?”

“Yes,” I say, and just as the word slips from my mouth, Slate slaps me on the ass, hard. “Oh, my God!” I flip my head around, and feeling the sting still resonating upon my skin, I shoot him a nasty look.

“What about the time you climbed up that tree,” his hand hits my ass again, harder than the last, “and we had to call the fire department to get you down?”

“Slate,” I hiss. “I was twelve!”

He smacks me again and like his stern tone, the sound of skin hitting skin travels quickly to my ears. “Do you remember?” His firm palm slaps my ass again.

“Yes! Yes!” I wiggle my hips trying to fend him off. “I remember!”

“What about the fourth,” he says.

Oh, no! No! No! No! Not the fourth. I nearly lost my fingers that day. He was so pissed. Every muscle in my body draws tight, I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for my well-deserved punishment.

“When you were drunk,” his firm hand lands hard on my cheek, “and played with those fireworks,” he says, followed by another punishing hit, “even after I told you not to?” His palm strikes my ass hard. “Do you remem—”

“Yes! Yes! I remember,” I quickly answer, trying to save my ass from any further spankings.

“Babe, I could go on and on,” he says, rubbing my raw ass cheek, “but you’re starting to get a nice pink glow already, and I do want to fuck you. So, I’m going to give you three more hard spankings to get you good and red before I push my cock inside of you. And, Rayna, you’re going to want to hold on to something for these strikes, they’re for the shit you pulled these past few days, and I’m not holding anything back. Got it?”

“Slate, please can’t we—” I gasp from the smack he delivers to my ass.

“Got it?”

“Shit!” I inhale sharply. “Yes!”

“Good. Oh, and that last one didn’t count.”

“Dammit,” I say under my breath. Digging my fingers into the sofa, I grab a chunk of the cushion, desperately trying to ignore the wetness building between my quivering legs as I prepare for my final punishment.

Shit. Why am I getting so wet? When I feel Slate’s firm strong palm strike my naked flesh, and I feel the sting of my punishment, I know why. It’s turning me on. Him reprimanding me, him taking control—hot damn, I like it. I grit my teeth against the prickling heat that ripples over my tender skin and I wait.
One, two
, I start to count in my head waiting for Slate to give me my last two spankings, the anticipation producing more juice to drip from between my shaky thighs. First, I feel the hard smack, then hear that piercing slapping sound, followed by my loud cry from the pleasure that soars all through me. My calves tighten, and I lift my ass, ready and wanting the next one, and it doesn’t take long. Slate’s hand delivers my final spank, and as warned, he held nothing back. It’s so hard that my fingers nearly rip the cushion apart. With another cry, I slump down onto the sofa.

Slate presses his pelvis into my ass and leans over my back. He thrusts his hand out. “Give me the rubber.”

I take a deep breath and move my hands over the cushion, searching for it. I find it and place the condom in his open hand. His body retreats from mine, I hear the rustling of some clothes, and then his hands grab my hips. In one fluid motion, Slate’s deep inside of me. He pumps his thick hard cock in and out of me a few times. He reaches around my belly and pulls me upright, flush against his chest. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he rasps into my ear, pushing upward, deeper inside of me. “Touch your pussy for me, babe. Rub your clit.” Without hesitation, my hand moves between my legs and I start to stroke myself. “Yeah.” His hand shifts from my belly to my left nipple. He squeezes my hard tip. “You like that.” He plucks my nipple.

“Yes,” I tilt my head back, and he pinches my nipple hard. “Oh! God! Yes!”

“Fuck,” he growls. Placing his hand over mine, he presses my finger firmer to my clitoris as he pumps his cock in and out of me. I grind my sore ass against him and...

“Oh, no! Oh God!”

“Oh, what’s wrong with my baby?” He pushes my hand away, finds my clit, and pinches it. “You like the feel of that cock in your tight wet pussy?”

“Oh, yes. I do,” I pant as he works my nub, and again, I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but it feels out of this world.

“Like it so much it’s going to make you come?”

“Yes.” I pant harder.

“That’s my good girl. I want you to come. You’re taking my cock so good. Now, let me feel you tighten all around me while you come all over it.”

“Christ, Slate!” I can’t believe he’s talking to me like this! It’s hot. My insides swell. I swear that I can feel everything, every ridge, and every vein on his cock. I feel it stroking me, coaxing me, and, oh, no... Here I go! I scream as the orgasm blinds me to everything, leaving Slate as the only thing I know, leaving him as all that exists.

Once I come back to reality and the spasms start to subside, I try to catch my breath. “Huh, what that’d take, a minute or a few seconds,” he whispers into my ear, and I get the pun, rightfully deserving it. I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever come. Slate’s hand moves from my sore nipple, down to my belly, and slithers to my back. “Lie down.” He guides me to the cushion. “It’s my turn,” he says, gripping my hips, and he lasts a lot longer than a few seconds or minutes.

I feel the pull from deep inside me as it loads into my cock's chamber. I’m going to blow. I dig my fingers into Rayna’s hips as I pound into her harder. My balls lift and I can’t hold back any longer, so I let go.

Loosening my grip, I run my hand up her slender back. I glance down, seeing my mangled fingers upon her soft silky flesh. A familiar rush of terror overcomes me. My vile skin against hers looks threatening. I yank my hand back.

I’ll hurt her. I know I will. I struggle to suck in some air but can’t seem to catch my breath.

I blink and see a flash of my worst nightmare—that threatening beam crashing down upon me, the fierce red embers glowing brightly through the smoke. I knew it was going to make contact, but I lifted an arm to defend myself. I couldn’t stop it. When it struck me down and those fiery embers kissed my skin, I felt nothing. I went numb. Then my instincts kicked in, and I pushed the beam from my body. It rolled away into the smoke, taking with it some of my flesh. I laid there on the floor of Grams’ burning store, suffocating in the thick smoke while listening to the wood crackle, fully expecting to die. The next thing that I remembered were Jax and Zeke standing over me, both looking like holy hell. Then came the excruciating pain, and like that threatening beam, it hit me hard. It’s been alive in me ever since. I will not be Rayna’s burning beam or her worse nightmare. I refuse to bring her down, and I will not share any of my pain with her.

I step back and remove the condom, tossing it onto a napkin on the coffee table. I readjust myself, pull up, and zip my jeans. She remains naked and beautiful before me. I slip my hand around her waist and pull her up from the sofa. She turns with an indolent, content smile. Arm still holding her, I gaze down into her heavy-lidded eyes.

“That was amazing,” she whispers, leaning in for a kiss.

Knowing it’ll probably be the last time, I let her lips sink into mine. I savor her sweet taste, not wanting to release her from my unstable touch. “You,” I murmur against her mouth, “were such a good girl.” A radiant coy smile spreads across her luscious mouth. I pull back. “You better get dressed before my brothers come storming down here.” I pick up her shirt and hand it to her.

“Thanks,” she timidly says, taking it from me and then pulling it over her head.

I hand her my boxers that she had on and wait for her to finish getting dressed. She tugs on the front of her shirt. “Ah,” she sucks in her bottom lip, batting her eyes, acting peculiarly bashful. Huh, what do ya know, to tame my little monkey all it takes is a few slaps to the ass.

“So…” She bites her lip again. “Now what?”

“Now, we get the hell out of here.” I grin.

“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad,” she says playfully smacking me on the arm.

“Hell, it fucking sucked.” I pick up the condom and walk over to the trash to get rid of the evidence. “But,” I stroll back over to her, “that last hour did help make up for some of it.” Her face flushes nearly to the color of her lush spanked ass. Damn, she’s sexy. I consider tossing her over the sofa for another round, but the clocks a tickin’ and this little rendezvous is coming to an end.

“I told you that I’d help you.” She sweetly smiles. “Really, how are you feeling? No more withdrawals?”

“No.” Right now, the only thing my body craves is her.

“Good. Now whatever happens from here on out is your choice.”

I shake my head with a low chuckle. “Rayna, everything that I’ve done up to this very moment has always been my choice.”

“You know what I mean. You’re clean now so that means you’re in control, not the drugs.”

“You think the drugs control me? I’m the one who puts them in my body. Nobody is forcing them down my throat or up my nose.”

Her eyes widen. “You’ve been doing coke, too?”

“Fuck. I’ll do whatever I can get my hands on.”

“Slate!”

“Listen. I get what you’re trying to do here. I appreciate it, but as I explained before, don’t put too much faith in me. I won’t make any promises,” I say, noting the heartbreaking disappointment woven into her face. “Shit, Rayna. You’ve been gone for years. Did you really think you’d come back here and make a fucking difference in a few days? You can’t be that naïve.”

“Are you even going to try?”