Sleeves (8 page)

“I do know, sweet man, because you do the same to me.” She stroked his neck and then pulled away then cupped his cheeks, looking into his exotic eyes. She kissed his nose. “I won’t ask again, Kel. Be mine—come home with me. Let’s get away from this place. I can see it’s killing you to be here.”

She managed to grab his boots by the door and put them on his feet without looking as she did it.

“You’ll love me again? You’ll forget the mean things I said about the baby?” Tears streamed down his cheeks. “’Cause I didn’t mean that shit. I was only worried about you.” He caressed her lower abdomen. “I want this kid, I do. I’m scared, but I . . . I’ll t-t-try,” he stammered at the end.

“We can talk about all that later, but, yes, I’ll love you however you need. You deserve to be happy.” She leaned in, kissed both his eyes in turn and then took his hand. “You’re with me, right?”

“I am.” He nodded and exhaled like he was relieved to hear all this.

He bent over, hugged her from the side and put his head on her shoulder. This time he moved much quicker toward the door.

She frowned at this dangling piece of wood he’d all but turned to kindling. Was this safe leaving it half-falling off this way? What if someone broke into the club?

“Max knows,” he said, watching her facial expressions. “He’ll take care of it. He always does when I escape to go looking for you. He knows I’m an animal.”

She nodded, swallowed once more though her throat was dry and scratchy as hell.

He was more compliant, so before he changed his mind, she dragged him along over to her vehicle.

“You got a new car?”

“The other one had a lot of mileage.” She fought off a grimace. God, she sucked as a liar, but he seemed convinced with everything so far.

She opened the car door, let him in and she even buckled him like he was a small child. He sniffed after her like he was a dog. “You smell fucking good. Too good. I don’t remember you smelling this good before, but I like it. I can tell you’re turned on just by this.” He whiffed at her hair, grazing her neck with his nose. “It makes me want to fuck you so bad.” As soon as she had the buckle clicked in place, he grabbed her hand and put it on his erection. “Feel that? It’s twitching and bulging for you, my little slut. It likes how wet you get and when you scream my name, my fucking God—I die inside. I fall apart, all for you. To have you in my hands, trusting me not to hurt you, even though you know I could crush you to dust without even trying.”

“Sweetheart, I’m going to back away now. You should think about how we’re going to sleep when we get to my house, okay? You need your rest, and so do I.”

He nodded and his eyes glazed over again as his head lolled to the side.

Jesus—it was like he took her command literally and was almost falling asleep on the spot. “Good boy. You go ahead and take a nap. I’ll take us to my house, but once we get there, I’ll need you to wake up just enough to get inside. I can’t carry you. It’ll break my back.” She stroked his jaw.

His eyes lit up for a moment. “You’re touching me again. You know I’ll do anything for you when you touch me. I fucking love having your hands on me, even it hurts like fucking hell.” He leaned forward and puckered.

She kissed him—slow and measured.

He groaned like he was dying to have more. “Please . . . I want you. Can’t I fuck you now? I’ll be good. I’ll pull out,” he whimpered.

“In my bed. It’ll be better there. We can take our time.”

“Fuck—that sounds perfect, and so sexy. You’re sexy, did I ever tell you that? You turn me on.” He blinked and then looked hazy again.

“I’m sure you have, cutie, but it’s time to leave.” She patted his thigh and her hand drifted away.

“Wait! Call me that agaaaain,” he slurred a little.

“Cutie with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen?”

He laughed and it was low and hoarse. “You’ve never said
that
before.”

She pulled away, knowing exactly where this was headed, but she refused to take advantage of this man. He was broken, maybe beyond repair, but she had no intention of leaving him stranded tonight. It would be light out in a few hours, and she needed to get some sleep, goddammit. Her eyes were drooping at this point and stinging a little.

She shut the car door and gave him a reassuring smile. His palm immediately slapped up against the window and he gave her an anguished look at being parted for even a second from her.

Her heart squeezed for this poor, wreck of a man.

Dear God, this was bad. She was always a sucker for the broken ones like him when they became vulnerable, but none of them had ever been this decimated and this absolutely gorgeous. She could get lost looking in those strange eyes that weren’t quite hazel, but she didn’t know what else to call them with the gray and the green mixture. Did it even matter at this point? Gray on the inside, green on the outside. How appropriate for him when he acted like his soul was all kinds of gray, and on the outside, he was vibrant and alive, and according to him, he grew like a weed and sprouted into this mammoth man.

He overwhelmed her with all the information he threw at her in the last several minutes. Whatever drugs he had in his veins, it was heavy shit to jack him up this bad. She’d seen people tripping out and hallucinating before, but he seemed so lucid at moments and sounded like he was seriously telling the truth.

She got into the car and before she could even turn the engine over, he had a hand in her lap. “Let me stroke your pussy as you drive—please. I only need to know you’re wet.”

She picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles. “Let me tell you something, Kel.” She turned to face him and rubbed his hand across her cheek. “I’ve been wet since the moment I saw you, and it wasn’t because you’re so insanely gorgeous, because you
are
that.” She set his hand in his own lap and he jerked as if this was a full, heartbreaking rejection by her. She drifted her fingers through his black hair that was a little shaggy like he’d missed one or two haircuts over the last few months, but used to like it really short, almost buzzed. “I was turned on by the way you spoke to me. By the way you looked at me. There’s a hunger inside you, and every part of me wants to satisfy it—make it calmer for you, but even if I know I’m fooling myself and can’t ever do that for you, I’m compelled to try. So for the rest of tonight I’ll do that for you. And if that means you sleep and I stroke your back, giving you constant contact to help you feel loved, then that’s what I’ll do.”

He nodded vigorously, and it reminded her of a little puppy, wagging its tail.

“You haven’t ever been this nice to me before. Have I earned it this time?”

“You have, sweetheart. You definitely have. You’ve stored up so many good points with me, I’m going to lavish you with unending affection.” She dropped her hand and put it on the wheel.

He groaned like it was a death sentence.

“Put your hand on my lap, but don’t touch my pussy. I’ll let you squeeze my leg a little if you need more than a little stroking.”

“I want skin,” he whined a little.

“Touch the back of my neck then. You can pinch a little if you get a sudden urge to go harder, but don’t be too rough. I have to drive, and I don’t wanna crash,” she explained.

He made this guttural sound of utter joy. “Fuck! I like that. Not the c-crashing part, but the other stuff.”

She beamed at him and finally started the car. Good lord, it was like constantly trying to talk a jumper off a ledge, but his motivations were skin, sex and begging for morsels of love to get him to move the direction she wanted.

Such a complex creature—Kel.

He leaned in and kept smelling her, rubbing the tip of his nose on her shoulder.

She only lived about fifteen minutes way, but within moments she knew he wasn’t going to be satisfied with her neck.

He breathed down her shirt, stared at her cleavage, and without asking permission, he had a hand up her shirt and he was pinching her nipple. “It’s hard. I like that. Do you know how much I like that? I think I’m about to come just feeling the way it rolls in my fingertips.” He licked his bottom lip, his jaw almost touching the edge of her breast. “I bet it tastes like cream. Like sugared cream—so warm and sweet on my tongue. Why won’t you let me taste it? It’s killing me.”

“We’re almost there.” Her leg trembled as she tried to keep a steady pressure on the gas pedal. “Deep breaths, hon. Calm down. I’ll let you touch me when we get there.” She tried to move his hand off her breast, but he growled and tugged at her nipple harder.

Was he going to rip the damn thing off her body if she tried to get his hand off her again?

The more she tried to get him to back off, the clingier he became. God he had her so wet, she was practically swimming in her seat.

“No! I have to,” he said through his gritted teeth. He yanked her bra cup down and kneaded at the tip of her nipple. “God, you’re sexy as fuck. I love having you in my hands. Tell me this feels good—that I’m not hurting you. I have to know.” He ducked his head down, lifting her shirt and nipping at her breast.

“Kel! I’m gonna . . . I’m driving!”

“I know you are. Concentrate; you can do this.” He latched his mouth onto her nipple and sucked and moaned and scooted closer to her. “Fuuuuuck—I knew you tasted like creamy goodness. I know something else that probably tastes creamier. You never let me suck on your tits before. But that one time you were leaking, I got some of it on my hand, and then licked it off my fingers. So now that you’ve let me put my mouth on your nipple, I want to lick your pussy. Let me.” His hand dropped to her crotch and he was tugging at the seam of her jeans.

“No! Wait, goddammit—we’re almost there.” She tried to hurry, to drive faster and make sure to still pay attention to where she was going, but he was disorienting her, making her head foggy.

“I can’t wait.” He dropped his nose to her pubic bone and inhaled deeply. “Holy fuck, I can smell how slippery you are down there. It’ll go right in—won’t it? And I’m big; you said that a little bit ago. You said I’m fucking monstrous.” He chuckled and it was low and dark, and did all sorts of crazy things to her. She squirmed.

Would this car move faster? Would her hands stop trembling and her heart stop hurting for him? He was destroying her willpower bit by bit and making her crumble inside for him.

“I want to do this with you—have sweaty, crazy sex with you, and you can use your mouth on me, but you have to stop. I’m driving.” She finally fisted his hair and pulled his head back over to his seat.

“You don’t love me.” His voice went somber.

“I do, Kel, it’s not that.”

“Then what? I thought you said we could be together.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the side window.

Was he avoiding looking at her? Had she hurt him that badly already?

What the hell was she gonna do with this man, other than open her legs to him? There was no stopping him when he was determined.

She rounded a corner and could finally see her small two bedroom house. Thank God!

“We’ll be there in a moment, I promise. And then I’ll show you what you mean to me,” she said.

“Promise? You act like you care, but then when I want you, I’m pushed away. I can’t stand it when you do that. You did that all the time before until I made you wet enough you couldn’t stand it anymore, and then I barely touched you. Only got my dick wet. Well, you’ve kissed me now, and I want more!” His breathing was ragged.

How could she calm him down, make him sleepy again?

“Okay, we’re here.” She pushed the button to open the garage, zoomed right in, parked and breathed, “We can be together now.”

He was a handful again—in that instant, he climbed over into her seat, somehow got in her lap and was kissing her with this driving hunger that took her breath away.

He leaned her seat back, possessed her mouth with his and he kept pulling her into him.

His grinding hips didn’t seem to care when his ass hit the steering wheel.

She managed to push the button to slide the seat back as far as it would go, but he was such a large man, it was still way too tight for him. There was no way they could fuck out here in this position.

“Baby—let’s go inside. It’s more comfortable, and I can get completely naked. You want that, don’t you?” Her eyes softened and her voice went whisper-light. “To have my legs spread open as you taste me?”

“I do.” He blinked and gave her a look that said he would not hesitate to devour her once inside.

Her stomach flopped and her clit throbbed so hard, she wondered if she really cared that much. Maybe being fucked right here was a great plan.

“Get inside. Get naked, and I’ll find you. I’m going to stay out here for a moment to catch my breath and my bearings. You disarm me, Casey.”

“Casey?” She swallowed and refused to blink. He knew? For how long?

“Yeah, fucking Casey. You don’t think I know who I’m gonna fuck?” Anger and hurt swelled in his large eyes. They looked greener than ever.

“I thought you . . . But you kept calling me . . .” she trailed off, unsure of how to answer that.

“I’m fine, okay? You don’t have to fix me. I’m too fucked up to fix, but I want you. Go inside.” He got off her, sat in the passenger seat and looked like he was fuming.