The UN Series Complete Box Set (77 page)

I nod my head. “Say it!” he calls out, voice booming throughout the garage.

“Whatever you want,” I state.

He releases me and stands back. I don’t waste a second as I kick off my shoes and pull my shirt up over my head before pushing my jeans, along with my thong, down my legs. I toss my bra to the side. Then I lean back against the wall as I peer up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I stare into his eyes as he looks me up and down.

“Why don’t we go inside?”

He shakes his head as he stands up straighter.

“Come and undo my pants.”

I push off the wall. Reaching him, I slowly undo the button. I look up and watch his eyes as I pull down his zipper. I want to ask him what the hell we are doing, but I have a feeling he won’t answer me.

“I want to feel your hand around my cock, as you slowly run it up and down,” he says roughly.

“I want you, Slade,” I plead.
Why are we playing this stupid game?

“I know.” He smiles a slow and sexy smile. “And I’m going to give it to you, when you’re ready.”

I frown. “I am ready, I want you.” I think I’ve waited long enough.

“Are you?” he questions. He places a hand in my hair and pulls my head back as he lowers his lips to mine. “Are your panties soaked?” he whispers. “Is your pussy throbbing?”

“Yes.” If it wasn’t already, it is now.

He pushes me backward, crashing my back against the wall once again. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

He dips his hand between my thighs and finds his way to my lips. I automatically spread my legs farther apart. One finger glides in-between my folds and my breath hitches as he thrusts it inside of me.

“You are wet, but not as much as I want you to be,” he states as he slides his fingers out of me.

I bite my lip in frustration. “Please.”

He lifts his finger and places it in his mouth, tasting. He closes his eyes and moans, before his finger pops out of his mouth.

“Would you like a taste?” He holds up his finger.

“Of you,” I whisper. I don’t know what it is about him and the control he has over me when it comes to sex. Ever since I met him, the guy has the power to keep me on my knees.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He lifts an eyebrow as he finishes pulling his cock out and starts stroking himself.

I push on his chest, placing his back against the wall as I go down to my knees in the garage. I have no idea why we are out here, but I’m not going to question this high he is on right now.

I reach up to take him in my hand when he speaks. “No.”

Looking up at him, my brow scrunches.

“Behind your back.”

I nod once as I place my hands behind my back. I lean into him as he threads a hand through my hair. I open up for him as he gives me a little bit at a time, sucking it in a little further with each push.

I open my eyes and look up at him when he moans. He has his head thrown back against the wall, facing toward the ceiling. His tongue comes out and he licks his lips.

I let out a whimper from the pain in my knees. My stomach is as tight as it can be as I try to hold myself still. My body is cold from the cement floor, but my mind no longer notices that when he reaches the back of my throat and I hear him let out a puff of air.

“Fuck,” he growls tightening his hand in my hair. “All the way, Angel.”

I suck him all the way to the back of my throat as he pushes his hips forward. My body jerks and I start to pull away, but he holds my head still.

“Fuck, I love you on your knees,” he growls as he pulls himself to the front of my mouth. I open up wider, taking in a gulp of air, before he pushes back in. I close my eyes as he hits the back of my throat again. My body once again tries to fight it, but his hand holds my head steady.

I feel my eyes start to water and my cheeks start to burn as he pulls my head back by my hair. This time he doesn’t give me the chance to take a breath before he thrusts back into my mouth with just as much force as the last time. And something about his forcefulness makes me even wetter. The sounds he makes as he has his way with my mouth are intoxicating. I have always wanted to please this man, and judging by the sounds he is making, I am doing just that.

He slowly pulls away and his cock pops out of my mouth as he jerks my head back. I look up at him with my eyes half closed, breathing heavy.

He reaches down and yanks me up quickly to stand, and then pins my back against the wall. I shiver from the unexpected cold surface on my skin.

“That mouth of yours….” He runs his thumb over the bottom of my slick, parted lips as I continue to breathe heavily. “Is fucking amazing.” His gaze moves from my lips to meet my eyes. “I don’t know where I prefer my cock more. Your tight little pussy or your perfect mouth.”

I whimper as he inches his body closer to me. I want to beg him to give me what he knows I want, but I’m still trying to catch my breath.

He stares at me for a few seconds and it makes me nervous. Is this it? Is he going to break up with me over what I did this weekend? If the roles were reversed, I would be mad at him for skipping town without a word.

I start to speak but he pulls me away from the wall, brings me over in front of my new car, and spins me around. He bends me at the waist and pushes me face down onto the hood.

“Slade, we can’t do it here.”

His hands leave my back and I place my hands flat on my hood to push myself up but I don’t make it far. He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back, causing me to fall against the metal. He holds my arms together and secures them to my back with one of his strong hands on my forearms.

“Slade,” I pant. “We can’t do it in here,” I repeat in case he didn’t hear me the first time.

He leans over, placing his weight on top of me. “We can do it wherever the fuck I want, baby.” I feel him run his palm between my thighs where it comes to rest on my sex. He hisses in a breath as he rubs a finger into my wet folds.

“And by judging how wet your pussy is, you don’t really seem to object.”

I don’t think I have ever been so turned on.

He glides a finger in slowly, working it in and out of me. After a few slow strokes, he pushes in a second finger. I push my hips back toward him.

I feel his hips pull from mine as he removes his fingers and I think he is going to get off of me, but instead, he slams his dick into me.

I scream.

He brings his other hand to help keep hold of my arms, pushing them further up my back, pinning my body in place. It’s painful, but in a good way. This is what I have been waiting for.

He pulls out of me and slams back into me. He pulls back and does it again. He picks up the pace and continues to push me harder than he ever has before. And he was right, the rougher he is, the wetter I get. All I can feel is him filling me, controlling me, dominating me; just how I like it.

It doesn’t take me long to come. I scream out his name as my body tightens around him. I feel him pulse inside of me as he finds his release.

He pulls out and releases my arms but I don’t move them. I can’t. I feel as if my body is glued to the hood and I can’t move a muscle.

I hear a rustle of clothing and then I feel something rub against my sex as he cleans me off. I continue to lie there, not moving. He helps me stand as I stumble on shaky legs.

He reaches down, places an arm under my legs, and lifts me up. I lay limp in his arms with my eyes closed as he carries me to the bedroom. I do notice that my skin is touching his bare chest; he must have used his shirt to clean me off.

He lays me down in bed and climbs in beside me.

I open my eyes and see his eyes roaming my face. I can’t seem to keep them open. I’m exhausted. These last few days have kicked my butt.

I feel the pads of his fingers lightly trail over my cheek. “The bruise is gone,” he remarks quietly.

“That’s because it was not as bad as you thought it was,” I whisper.

He is quiet for a few minutes before he speaks again. “Look at me.”

I open my heavy eyes to see his relaxed look has changed to one of concern. “Anyone touching you is bad.” He exhales a long breath as he relaxes his face. “I have never been so protective of someone before you and maybe sometimes I go overboard a little.” He chuckles. “But that’s nothing new to you. You know how I can get when it comes to you. I just think that you need to be more careful when it comes to who you are around. You need to be more alert and—”

“I know,” I interrupt him. “I know how crazy you can get.”

“Crazy?” he questions with a smile on his face.

“Yes, I just called you crazy. But you need to take it easy.”

“I just don’t understand why Tate had to call me. Why didn’t you want to tell me what had happened?”

“I was going to tell you.” He would have known something was wrong the minute he saw my face. “I was just in shock. When it happened, I didn’t even think before I reacted. But then I realized how terrified Tate looked and how confused I was over the attack. I was scared. I knew you were just going to make it worse.”

“How so?” he asks, sounding offended.

“By freaking out. By blaming me.” I look away from him.

“I didn’t blame you.” He pulls back and leans up on one arm.

“Yes you did and you just did it again. All the talk about whom I’m around, or to be more careful.”

He reaches up and runs a hand through my hair. “I just don’t know what I would do if someone hurt you. Actually, that’s a lie. I know exactly what I would do. Kill them.”

I let out a little laugh at how determined he sounds.

“I want you to quit your job.” I take in a deep breath, not wanting to have this conversation again. “But I won’t make you do that.”

“Thank you. I know it’s not important, but does it really matter that I’m just a waitress?”

“It has nothing to do with you just being a waitress.” He lies down and looks up as if he’s deep in thought. As the seconds tick by, I start to get nervous. I can tell something is going through his mind.

I place my hand on his chest, but it’s as if he doesn’t even feel it. His baby blue eyes are fixed on the ceiling.

“Slade?”

He doesn’t answer as he continues to lie there still as a statue.

“What are you thinking?”

He finally looks over to me with a worried expression on his face. “I don’t want to freak you out,” he says slowly.

Maybe I don’t want to know what he’s thinking. I speak before I can even stop myself. “Okay?”

He takes in a deep breath. “My job is not always the safest, Angel. When Tate called me and told me what had happened, my first thought was that you were too injured to call me yourself. Why would Tate be calling me if you were okay? Then I saw how shaken up you were once you arrived at the station.” He swallows nervously. “The next thing I thought was that someone was trying to hurt you to get to me.”

“What do you mean?” Does he think some girl is after him bad enough that they would hurt me to get me out of the picture?

“The break-in. The window being broke. Then someone attacking you,” he says clenching his jaw.

“You think they are all by the same person?” I still don’t think that the events are related.

He lies back on the pillow and runs his hands through his hair. “I don’t know. I fucking hate not knowing. Everyone knows how I feel about you and that you live with me. Word travels fast in this town and I get paid to defend bad guys, to keep them out of jail.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut, hoping he will talk more about his job.

“I know when my client is indeed guilty, but I’m good enough to make them seem innocent.” He looks over at me and I see the true fear in his eyes as they search my face.

“So I was afraid that someone was trying to teach me a lesson, or send me a message, and I can’t allow that, Angel.” He sits back up on one elbow and places a hand on my cheek. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” He leans in closer, placing his forehead on mine. He releases a long breath before he pulls back just enough for me to look into those beautiful blue eyes. “I don’t know how I would survive if I were to lose you.” He shakes his head.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m right here.” I give him a small smile although I
am
a tad freaked out now. But he can’t see that. He opened up to me and told me how he feels about the events that have been happening in our life. And now that I see them from his point of view, I can see the true terror behind them.

“And that’s how I want it to stay.” He leans over and kisses me.

“I love you, Slade,” I say as he pulls away.

“I love you too, Angel,” he states, lying down and pulling me to his side. I close my eyes and think of how quickly life can change. No one knows who is after us or why, and I need to always be on high alert.

He chuckles, getting my attention. “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking I’m going to have to buy us a bigger house.”

“Why’s that?” I ask, pulling away from him.