Fractured & Formidable: The Sacred Hearts MC Book V (13 page)

“How you doing Red?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Good,” I answered faintly and I could feel the ludicrous
grin overtake my face. Zander laughed.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

I felt myself frown and reading my puzzlement clearly he
lifted his body slightly from mine and free hand drifting down between us,
slicked his erection up and down between my folds, teasing the head of it
against my clit. I moaned, head falling back, eyes slipping shut and I heard
him smile.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I heard the crinkle and tear of
plastic as he retrieved and tore open the condom. A brief moment went by and I
opened my eyes and met his so very serious expression as he eased his way
carefully inside me. I cried out, my voice an alien thing, the sound emanating
from my lips a full, throaty and sultry moan and something belonging entirely
to a wanton sex goddess, not little Mandy Price, the well behaved Pastor’s
daughter.

I loved that. In fact, I loved it so much, I twined my legs
around Zander’s lean hips, my arms going around his neck and looking deep into
his eyes, I captured my lower lip between my teeth and moaned, arching my hips
to meet his careful thrusts. His eyes widened and he groaned and it was such a
sexy sound, all deep and full and like a man on the brink and he thrust harder
which didn’t hurt, it didn’t hurt at all, in fact it did just the opposite.

I gasped, “Oh yes!” and Zander
growled
, a deep and
base and supremely satisfied sound.

“Tell me how much you like it…” he demanded and I smiled, no
coyness no shyness.

“I love it!” I cried and arched into him and I thought this
rhythm was intense, but it had nothing on what he did next. He drew back and
surged into me so deeply, so powerfully and set a punishing cadence. So hard,
so fast that each thrust was punctuated with the sharp report of our flesh
coming together in a heated slap. I felt things low in my body tighten and by
instinct alone I squeezed down on him.

“Oh shit!” he cried but it wasn’t alarming, not in the
slightest, the expletive a surprised happy sound instead.

“Christ you feel so fucking good!” he growled and that was
it, my world blanked out again behind those white hot flashes of light that
were burning me up from the inside out with pure shining pleasure, so intense
that I swore our bodies blurred together and we melded into one being.

“I love this!” I gasped out when I could finally find my
voice again. Zander chuckled and kissed my shoulder, a hot press of lips
against my freckled skin.

“I love you,” he murmured and I stared at the ceiling,
blinking… completely unsure of what to say back. His proclamation having caught
me completely off guard.

Revelator…

I switched on the bedside lamp. Red lay flat on her back,
eyes fixed on my ceiling, a myriad of emotions chasing one after the other,
after the other, across her pale face. Too soon, but also too late to take it
back. Not that I wanted to. I kissed her shoulder, planting soft kisses to her
skin while she processed.

“I… I don’t…” she always stuttered when she was
uncomfortable.

“Shh, don’t expect nothin’ from you Red. Sorry I just blurted
it out like that but at the same time, I’m not. You been on my mind and in my
heart, under my skin since the first day I saw you.” She searched my face, a
fine wrinkle of concentration between her sweeping golden-red brows.

“It’s a foreign concept,” she admitted finally and swallowed
hard and I could see how much the honest comment cost her. She was so used to
having to hide how she felt and I knew how that went.

“My old man was a piece of work too Baby. Takes time to work
through that shit. You ain’t hurtin’ my feelings none.” I smoothed some of her
fiery curls back from her face and I could see something in her eyes ease.

“I’ll be right back, get us cleaned up, don’t you go away,” I
kissed the tip of her nose, a quick peck.

She laughed softly and the tension between us eased. “Like I
could walk if I – oooh!” her head fell back and her back arched a little
thrusting those perfect tits up at me like a god damned offering as I pulled
myself out of her hot, wet, grasping cunt. She was fucking perfection and I
suddenly had no desire to leave the room, even for just for a second. Nope,
instead I found myself discarding the used condom; replacing it with a fresh
one, only to slip right back in her and drive her right up and over the moon
all over again.

I made her come at least twice more, maybe three times, I
couldn’t
quite
be sure before taking my satisfaction myself. When I came
back with a warm, damp cloth to clean us up, she looked at me with this baffled
wonder.

“What?” I asked her.

“I’m not sure I’m ever going to be able to walk again after
that,” she commented dryly.

I laughed and pulled the blankets out from under her, she
yipped in surprise and I fell into bed beside her and covered us up. She
snuggled into my side, her head on my chest, looking down our covered bodies. I
couldn’t see her face but the way she relaxed against me, satiated and spent
was all I really needed to know.

“Zander?” her voice was soft in the dim room.

“Yeah Sugar?”

“Is it all right that I don’t know how to feel?” she murmured
quietly and her voice sounded brittle, like she was on the verge of tears but I
knew better. If I looked, her eyes would be dry. Crystal clear and as perfect
as ever.

“Babe, you’ve had a lot of emotionally heavy shit happen to
you in the last couple of days. It wouldn’t surprise me at all that you don’t
know how to feel,” I kissed the top of her hair. Poor girl was probably all
mixed up and inside out from all of this.

“I can’t tell you I love you, not yet, but I can say I’ve
never felt the way you make me feel.”

“Yeah? How’s that?”

“Safe, and loved. I think I’m falling in love with you, I’m
just not quite there yet.” Her words made me smile.

“Fair enough, I’m just going to keep tryin’ over here, so do
me a favor and just let me know when you get there okay?” she snorted and
laughed a little and I chuckled too.

“You can be so full of yourself! But deal,” she laughed. 

“You gotta work tomorrow?” I asked.

“You know what? No. I worked on Monday and I think I’ve
earned a three day weekend,” she murmured.

“Atta girl,” I said and gave her a little squeeze. She
yawned. “Sleep Babe, you’ve earned a nap.”

“Mmm, I’m hungry though,” I blinked. Shit, yeah, we hadn’t
eaten since lunch.

“Got some shit in the kitchen. You pack your robe?” she
nodded.

We got up and I gave her one of my tee shirts that was a
little big even on me. She put her robe over it but,
damn
, the sight of
her nude, in nothing but my shirt had me wanting to bend her over the counter
and fuck her from behind. So far I’d made love to her, and we’d only done
missionary, but I had every intention of introducing her to every position in
the Kama Sutra and then some. I also intended to find out her take on some
downright dirty, porn worthy sex in the near future. There was so much shit for
us to do that if she didn’t like something, I could find plenty of things that
she did.

I made us a couple of sandwiches and kissed her until she
was languid in my arms and I could go for a round three. Instead I let her go
and we ate in front of the fire, which I added wood to. We talked until late
and I told her things about growing up, shit I hadn’t ever told anyone else,
and she told me some shit that I packed away in my angry box to fuel me in my
next fight. If I couldn’t beat the fuck out of her dad, I’d let loose on the
poor bastard I was up against in the ring. Not that I felt too sorry for him.
Word was he was an up and comer on the underground fights circuit and a Suicide
King. It’d be my pleasure to take him apart at this point, even if it was only
because he chose the wrong set of colors to sport on his back.

Mandy coiled around me in the dark when we finally went to
bed and dropped off almost immediately into sleep. With her warm, silky smooth
nude body tucked close to mine I wasn’t far behind her. Poor girl was
emotionally and mentally exhausted because I managed to get up, go through my
morning workout routine, shower and eat and she didn’t so much as move from the
position I’d left her in. I wanted her to sleep. I had no designs on the day
other than to spend it with her. So I figured I could fix her whatever she
wanted when she woke up.

I stood in the doorway of my bedroom. The morning light,
gray and watered down by the rain and cloud cover outside the house, didn’t do
my girl much justice but hell, she was beautiful in any light. She lay on her
stomach, one arm and the long line of her back down to one hip exposed. I
smiled to myself and went into the smallest of the houses’ four bedrooms which
I used as my art space.

I pulled the marker case out, off its shelf from the
underside of my drawing table and unzipped it. Like every color of Sharpie
permanent marker known to man was lined up neatly inside. I used them for
clients that were unsure about a tat. If I had time, I’d draw an approximation
on ‘em and let ‘em wear it for a day or two to decide if it was a permanent
decision they wanted to make. I couldn’t resist breaking them out when I had
such a beautiful canvas laying in the next room. I just wanted to play for a
little while and you could scrub ‘em off early if you wanted to, just took some
soap and a little determination.

I stared at her in wonder for a few more minutes, mostly
that she was actually here and would let me touch her, would let me love on her
so thoroughly. I
really
hoped she would let me show her something else
new today. Truth was she’d shocked the hell out of me climbing into the shower
with me the night before but damned if I didn’t like it. I liked it a whole hell
of a lot actually. I got up into the bed and laid the markers out next to me
selecting a brown one first.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Hopefully she wouldn’t
be too pissed at me, but you know what? She was sexy as fucking all get out
when she was mad, so a little part of me kind of hoped she would be. Guess there
was only one way to find out. I uncapped the pen…

Mandy…

Tickling against my arm. I sucked in a breath and moved. It
stilled, but it started up again a few seconds later, a light touch that
tickled across my skin and was driving me nuts. I moved again and it stopped
but started up
again
just a few seconds later. Ugh! Zander chuckled and
my eyes snapped open, which is when I saw the tip of the felt pen moving
against my shoulder.

“What are you doing!?” I burst out. He smiled and it was so
incredibly boyish and cute it made my heart give a twist in my chest, and
things much lower in my body give a pleasurable throb.

“Couldn’t help myself, Red. You were laying here just so
perfect and inspiration struck… Had to do it.”

I started to sit up but he pressed his palm to my back, warm
between my shoulder blades and pushed me gently but insistently back in to the
mattress. The pressure of his hand gave my back a delicious little stretch and
I groaned out in bliss.

“You going to let me finish?” he asked, sounding amused.

“Please tell me it washes off,” I said dryly, when
truthfully I was kind of delighted in not only the sensation, but the fact that
Zander would take the time and care to put some of his art on me. I loved the
way he drew. I wished I had such a talent for it.

“In a day or so no problem, but if you hate it, it will come
off with a little bit more determination right away.”

I scoffed a laugh and he grinned and my heart melted a
little more. I may not love him yet, but yes, I could honestly tell myself I
was well on my way to falling in love with Zander. I sighed, a tranquil and
contented sound and tried not to fidget when his drawing on my skin started to
tickle again.

“What are you drawing anyways?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he said smiling even bigger.

“Better not be something juvenile,” I grumbled affably.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Sugar,” he said and I relaxed
even more. He pulled the tip of the pen back and cocked his head to the side.

“Turn over on to your back for me?” he asked and I complied,
pushing myself up. I froze when I caught sight of my left hand. A tracery of
delicate ivy wound its way up the back of my hand and spiraled around my wrist
and up my forearm. I blinked and pushed myself up the rest of the way. The vine
was brown and the leaves a rich dark green against my skin. Earthy and
beautiful, some of the leaves in a state of turning, not brown and withering
but to a rich deep crimson.

“Oh my God… Zander it’s beautiful,” I murmured.

“Turn over for me? I want to finish,” he said, but I could
hear the shine of pride in his voice as he said it. I lay on my back and he
thanked me, but leaned in immediately, setting back to work.

The pen tickled over my shoulder to the front, and he spent
a lot of time there. We were silent, and I simply watched him, face set into
deep lines of concentration that almost seemed grim if you didn’t know any
better. From time to time he would pull back and tilt his head to the side and
consider his work before leaning back in. The air had grown cool, likely the
fire from the night before had gone out, but his close proximity warmed me and
his breath, when it fogged across my skin, made me close my eyes. The sensation
so unique and arousing to me.

I let him do what he wanted and held very still. This was
incredibly tranquil and relaxing. I felt connected with my lover in a very
interesting, very different way. Zander would glance at my face and this warm
light would suffuse his eyes before he would turn back to his drawing, which
was quickly leaving my shoulder and spilling on to my chest.

I didn’t care. I liked this, I liked it very much and as the
serenity stretched for several minutes into Lord knew how long, I found I
almost didn’t want for it to end. Zander started checking my expression with
more frequency as time went on and I soon felt why. He switched pens back to
the brown and continued a sweeping curling line on to my breast and around my
nipple. I giggled.

“Hold still! I’m almost done, I promise,” he smiled and
worked for about ten minutes more before sliding the pens back into a case of
them lying open on the bed.

“Finished?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. Come on!” He stood up and held his hands out to
me. I placed mine in his and he led me across the hall to the home gym where he
switched on the overhead light. He led me to the bank of mirrors along the one
wall and stood behind me, hands on my shoulders as I stared astonished at my
reflection.

“You were busier than I thought!” I blurted and he had been.
Ivy vines not only circled my left arm from wrist to shoulder in a single
spiraling vine, the vine split at my shoulder, running along the underside of
my collarbone, before curling delicately over my breast following around the
underside of my nipple. I turned to see the back and realized the vine actually
split in three, another running down my back and curving over my butt, which
made me realize I also had a vine running down the outside of my leg, the
tendrils curling and ending in a few delicate leaves on the top of my foot. I
looked just as he had described me, like the goddess of my name personified.
Like a goddess of autumn.

“Please tell me you’ll let me have some pictures of this,”
he said and met my eyes in the silvered glass. I blinked.

“Oh, I don’t know…” I bit my lower lip, apprehensive.

“Make you a deal, Red. Let me pose you, take some pictures
and if you’re still uncomfortable with them I’ll let you delete them yourself.”
I thought about it and realized that this was a moment in time that I could
never take back. If I said no, then Zander would be hurt that I didn’t trust
him, but if I said yes, well, I would have to trust this man
implicitly
.
I weighed my options carefully.

“Okay,” I agreed, heart in my throat. So many bad things
could come of having nude photos taken of me, but the truth of the matter was,
I trusted Zander. I trusted him not to hurt me and showing these photos to
anyone without my consent would be an incredibly painful betrayal.

As if he could read my thoughts he said, “You can trust me
Red,” and so I nodded and let him lead me back into the bedroom. He posed me
artfully against his white sheets and brought out his phone. He took several
photos and smiled from time to time.

“It’s amazing what you can do with a few filters and some
creative angles with a phone camera now,” he said as he worked. Finally he got
into bed with me and cuddled in close to show me, and holy wow! Every photo was
elegant and erotic and only one of them showed my face… and the one that
did
show my face? Well it was simply a shot of my head and shoulders and
stopped just above anything critical, enough to showcase his art and, even I
had to admit, my simple natural beauty.

I had never in my life felt
beautiful
before, but the
girl staring at me out of that picture… she was. She was absolutely
breathtaking. I looked up at Zander who was smiling down at me.

“You can keep them,” I said quietly, “But only if I can have
a copy and you send them to Everett, right now.”

I smiled and Zander laughed, “Glad you like them, Sugar.”

“I love them!” I pushed myself up and boldly threw a leg
over him, straddling his lean hips. He groaned and pulled my mouth down to his.
We kissed, a wild passion filled thing. He pulled back and spoke against my
lips.

“You going to fuck me?” he asked and the question made me
shiver.

“I’d like to,” I murmured back.

“Condom’s in the drawer,” he said. I fished one out and he
helped me put it on him. Pushing the waistband of his black basketball shorts
down enough to free his erection. I rose up on my knees, Zander watching me
intently and awkwardly, at least for myself and this being my first time,
fitted him inside of me. And Oh. My. God. It was amazing.

The angle was much deeper and much sharper this way somehow.
It was different being the one in control, being the one doing the moving,
doing the pleasuring, and I liked it so very much. I let myself go, let myself
enter into the persona Zander had inked into my skin and I rode him, vaguely
aware of the camera on his phone making the clicking sound one or two more
times.

I didn’t care. I felt so wild and free. It. Was. Amazing.