Unbearable (Undescribable) (35 page)

I’ve needed him. I know he didn’t sleep with that
girl from the hotel and that he didn’t plan to. Slade and I may have problems,
but cheating is not one of them. I need him to show me, just as much as he
needs to feel back in control. Even if it is just during sex, because he might
be throwing my shit out when he discovers I’ve decided not to quit my job.

“Please,” I ask as I squirm.

He releases my arms and takes a step back from me.
“Take off your clothes.”

My eyebrows draw together as my body slumps back
against the wall. “Uh,” I stutter, somewhat confused, trying to stand on
shaking legs.

“I won’t repeat myself, Angel.”

What the hell?
“Is this a game?”

He takes a couple of steps toward me and places one
hand at the base of my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. I hiss
in a breath.

“This is what I want,” he growls. “I want you to
undress yourself for me,” he whispers as he slides his other hand down my hip
and between my legs. He cups his hand over my jeans. “Do you want my cock
inside of you, Angel?”

A shiver runs through my body at his words.
“Please,” I rasp.

“For me to give you what you want, you will give me
what I want,” he demands, rubbing his hand against my pussy over my jeans.
“Won’t you, Angel?”

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.