Takedown (11 page)

“Oh, that’s sad.”

“Never really considered it that way, but maybe it affected my brother in some ways.”

“Oh, yes. Speaking of Travis. How did you two become estranged from each other?”

He smiled. Now, she was asking the very question that he had avoided for many years.

“Come on. I told you my story. You tell me yours.”

“We just didn’t get along.”

“How and why? Explain to me.”

Grinning, he glanced at the sea. For some reasons, it seemed okay to talk about it now. “Travis was a very sensitive boy. He’d always been jealous of his friends who had their parents with them everyday. He wanted that too, and he tried to get it, but he could not. Until he became rebellious, and all hell broke loose when my parents divorced.”

“What did he do?”

He paused for a long moment, gazing into her eyes while mustering the courage to tell her this gruesome revelation. “He accused my father of sexually abusing him, and my mother of having an affair with two other men.”

She gasped, shocked. “He did?” she exclaimed.

“You bet, and he went as far as reporting the molestation to the police a few years later. That’s when my father had had enough and disowned him.”

“That’s awful.”

He shrugged. She hadn’t heard the most of it—the drugs and the robbery that Travis had been involved with. He mostly would never tell her about the time when Travis put drugs in Walter’s pocket, which had their father detained at the airport for a day.

“So what does that have to do with your relationship with him?”

“He hates me,” was his simple answer.

“Why?”

“Because I did not stand by his side. We were so close together, and he thought I would defend him at all costs, but I didn’t.”

“Is that all? He seems to hate you like you’ve done something really terrible to him.”

“I told you, he’s very sensitive. He felt betrayed and wanted to make me pay for it. He wanted to make me regret turning my back from him. So when he learned I was in MMA, he wanted to be there too, to show me he was better than I was.”

She sighed. “His version was different. He said you always hated him, because you were jealous that your mother loved him more, and that you were the one who kicked him out of the house which made him homeless for two years.”

He chuckled. He’d heard of that, but he’d never denied it. “My father wanted to take him to my uncle’s farm in Elko, to stay away from his gang, and I was ordered to take him there. I did as my father told me, despite his pleas and all. The moment we arrived in Elko, he cursed me and swore he’d get back at me. I can still remember the look in his eyes at that time. He was brewing with hate. He almost wanted to kill me.”

“Oh,” she said after quietly listening to him.

“But that’s my version as you say it. Choose your side.”

She smiled. “Doesn’t matter. None of my business.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“Just… curious.”

“Did I satisfy your curiosity?

She laughed and looked at his crotch again, shamelessly. “You have a really impressive size, I must admit.”

He squinted. He knew that kind of look in her eyes. Lust. All the while, he thought he was the only one desiring her, but perhaps, she was just better at hiding it. “Is that what you’re curious about?

“Maybe.”

“You want to see?” he asked.

She looked into his eyes and her smile faded. Now, she was scared and unsure, yet tempted. She did not speak. A few seconds later, she stood up and picked up her surfboard.

“Want to join me?” she asked and walked away.

“Later,” he replied even as his cock was secretly raging violently in its confinement. “I didn’t get my suit.”

“Go get it.”

“I have to keep an eye on you.”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

He did not move. There were no other people around, and he could not compromise her safety, especially so that he employed some deceiving tactics to get her here.

He stroked his hard on while watching her swim. The ache was really tormenting him now.

He sat up straight and unbuttoned his jeans. He sighed.

That felt better.

Then he noticed Meg going farther and farther away.

“Don’t go too far,” he bellowed, but he knew she did not hear him. The waves were getting louder.

He spotted something at a distance, a familiar shape that he’d dreaded to see again. It was approaching to her location. Fast.

He quickly stood up. “Meg! Shark!” he shouted as loud as he could and ran to the motorboat docked at the shore.

She finally heard him and looked around.

“Get onto the rock,” he said as he pushed the motorboat to the water. “Hurry.”

She did not move and froze instead. He knew she was in a state of panic, so he had to move fast. The shark was fast approaching, but he hoped he’d get her on time.

*****

“Fuck!” Megan uttered after she recovered from the shock. Quickly, she raced to the nearest rock she spotted. She held on to her surfboard, hoping to have something to defend herself from the attack, but when she realized it was slowing her down, she released it.

She could feel it behind her. She knew the shark was about to get her. “Help!” she screamed, paddling with her hands as fast as she could, but it was not enough.

“I’m coming,” she heard Blaze’s voice, somehow relieved, but when she looked over her shoulders and realized the shark was just a few feet away, she screamed and froze in fear.

She was done. There was nothing Blaze could do to save her now. She covered her face with her arms, hoping that her death would be painless, but she felt nothing.

She dropped her hands to see what happened. Blaze was there, and he just hit the shark’s snout with another surfboard. The shark submerged itself under the water.

He quickly maneuvered the boat towards her. “Take my hand,” he said and grabbed her from the water. As the boat skidded to the shore, he pulled her in.

She was only half aware of what happened next. When she recuperated, she found herself sitting on the sand, within the safety of his strong arms.

“It’s all over now, Meg,” he told her. “You’re safe now.”

She closed her eyes and held on to him, tight, resting her chin on his shoulders.

Her hero. He came just in time and saved her life.

She was safe now, not only from the shark, but from everything else. In his arms, nothing could harm her.

What is this feeling?
It felt strange. Since her father’s death, she had never felt this kind of security from anyone else, and had never expected to get it from anyone else.

She’d never felt this even from Bryan.
Why? What does this mean?

For a long moment, she remained in his arms—wondering, pondering… resisting the feeling that seemed to overflow within her.

When her breathing regulated, she pulled her head away to see his face. He still looked worried, more scared than she was. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He nodded. “You okay?” he asked.

She did not answer. Instead, she stared at his mouth. She found herself reaching for them.

She sighed as their lips pressed together. His mouth was cold, so was hers, but in just a couple of seconds, a ring of fire ignited between them.

His kiss deepened, drawing all her fears away, until passion consumed her.

But to her dismay, he slowly pulled away from her. She opened her eyes and stared at him, silently questioning him why.

“Let’s go,” he said and pulled her hand up as he rose to his feet.

She was disappointed, but she did not say a word and walked with him back to the house.

She wondered why he resisted. Since yesterday, he’d been trying to make advances to her, and now that she was willing, he balked.

He escorted her in the house and all the way back to her room. “Do you want me to help you shower?” he asked.

“I can manage,” she said and was about to step into the bathroom when she decided she had to ask. “Don’t you want me?”

He momentarily froze at her question. “What kind of question is that?”

“I wanted to kiss you longer, but you stopped.”

He was speechless for a brief moment. “You know very well how much I want you, Meg. I never tried to hide that from you. But if we’re going to have sex, it had to be because you really want it, and not because you feel indebted to me.”

She couldn’t help but smile. Now, that was a relief. For a moment, she thought he had grown tired of her and decided he did not want her anymore. “Your loss,” she said and entered the bathroom.

“Trust me, I will regret that the rest of my life,” he said before she closed the door.

She grinned and filled the tub. She had a whole week with him. Perhaps there would be another chance. It would give her time to think if she really wanted to have sex with him again, or would be convinced that whatever she felt now was just the result of her gratitude to him for saving her life.

Chapter 14

Blaze put on a new pair of jeans and headed for the kitchen to check the coffee. He just called the authorities about the shark, and they promised they’d take care of it right away. He still felt scared. Megan was a fraction of a second away from imminent death. He was glad he had reached her in time.

He switched off the coffee maker, poured the contents into two cups and laid them on the table. Just in time, Megan stepped in. She had blown her hair dry and wrapped herself in a skimpy silk robe.

“Is that my mom’s?” he asked.

She shrugged.

“I couldn’t imagine her wearing that.”

“Your mother is beautiful,” she replied as she reached for her cup of coffee. “I’m sure she’d look better in it than I do.”

He moved his eyes over her. “Actually, it’s perfect for you. Keep it.”

She smiled and took a sip of coffee, keeping her eyes on his. “You make a nice cup of coffee.”

“Brewed,” he retorted and sat on the dining table to enjoy his own cup.

They drank in silence. He caught her stealing a glance at him, which he reciprocated by staring deeply into her eyes.

To get back at him, she tugged at the opening of her robe, baring half her right breast to his view.

He almost choked on his coffee. He struggled to swallow it. He loved the sight she had voluntarily revealed to him, fully aware of his cock swelling bigger within its confinements.

She saw it, and she smiled teasingly at him. It made his cock twitch. “No wonder women are crazy about you.”

“Are you?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged.

He smiled. Fuck, his cock was about to explode.

“Sweetheart, if you’re going to tease me like that, be sure you can handle it.”

“Handle what?”

“The hard thrusting and pounding that your pussy gets,” he replied boldly, which made her flush instantly, to his amusement.

She bit on her lower lip, a gesture that fired up his lust to its limit. “I’m actually excited about it,” she said and pulled her robe farther apart, this time, revealing not only a partial breast, but her whole left breast, including her pink nipple.

He swallowed, unable to blink as she went on to bare her other breast. She smiled, took the cup off his hand and placed them in the sink. When she returned, she stood in front of him and slowly dropped her robe to the floor.

He sucked in a breath as he moved his eyes over her naked body. Fuck. She was a goddess. Her long red hair running over the curve of her shoulders and breasts was a beautiful piece of art that he would not mind bidding a million dollars for. And that spot between her legs. They were smooth and clean, free from any strand of hair.

He stood from the table and unbuttoned his jeans. “You sure about this, Megan?” he asked.

“Not really,” she replied and wrapped her hands around his neck. She rose to her toes and kissed his mouth—a kiss so demanding, telling him exactly what she needed—a good hard fuck.

He responded to her kisses and cupped each breast with his hands. Fuck, they were soft, round, and firm, and her distending nipples felt great between his fingers.

She moaned, a sound that only fired up his desire, his lust, his need. And when he felt her hands stroking his abs, he’d shed off all reservations within him. He wanted to fuck, and she was willing. Damn the whole world. He needed this as much as the air.

Moaning, she pulled her mouth off his. “One week, Blaze,” she whispered and pressed her belly against his erection. “You can fuck me as much as you want, but after that, it’s over.”

He narrowed his eyes. Her words just drove him to madness.

“I love this side of you, Meg.” He squeezed her breasts and she moaned. “You really know how to turn me on.”

“Does this turn you on, as well?” she mewed, sensuously rubbing against his throbbing cock.

“Oh, fuck, Megan,” he moaned and kissed her.

“Just one week,” she murmured.

One week should be enough for him to get his fill of her. If he wanted more after that, he knew he could easily persuade her. After this week, he could bet she wouldn’t stop craving for his cock again and again.

“Fair enough,” he said and crushed her mouth with his. The kiss was no longer gentle. It was hard and demanding, a demonstration of how his lust was raging inside him.

He whirled her around and let her sit on the table, and then he parted her legs apart. “Do you want my tongue in your pussy?” he asked.

Her eyes were half-closed. “Yes. Anything.”

He smiled and knelt before her. “Spread your legs, darling.”

She bent her knees up, resting her heels on the edge of the table, and spread her legs wide until he saw the swollen nub in between her folds… aching for his touch.

He stroked her clit with his thumb which immediately drew a moan from her. She was wet. Her juices had coated her slit, making it more desirable for his consumption.

“Blaze,” she whimpered. “Let me feel it.”

Smiling like the devil he was, he lowered his mouth in between her legs. He first circled her opening with the tip of his tongue, listening to her endless moans, before he finally thrust it in.

“Oh!” She held on to his head, pulling onto his hair, and pushed her hips against his mouth, demanding for a deeper penetration.

He gave her what she wanted. His tongue was quite long. It was easy to reach spots inside her that instantly made her wild.

“Oh, fuck, Blaze,” she cried, pressing harder against his mouth. “That feels so good.”

He responded by moaning against her, which heightened her pleasure, evidenced by her louder cries and moans.

He stroked and licked that spot behind her clit while his thumb massaged the outer part, until she was frantically jerking her hips back and fro against his mouth. He felt her inner muscles tightening, and he knew she was about to come.

She stiffened, and then cried out her release, shivering. He felt her juices streaming over his tongue. He licked them all, swallowed them, leaving not a drop.

But he wasn’t through just yet. He wanted more.

As her muscles began to relax and she lowered her hips back on the table, he moved his mouth to her clit and flicked the nub with the tip of his tongue.

She moaned, but weakly. He’d love to make her cry out loud once again.

He thrust his longest finger inside her, and she instantly moaned louder, as if her strength had been rejuvenated. In and out, he moved his digit, until she began to whimper incoherent words and moved her hips to meet his thrusts.

He looked at her pleasure-filled face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing through her mouth. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Yes,” she cried promptly. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”

Smiling, he resumed licking her clit and added another digit inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, God, yes.”

He thrust his fingers faster in and out of her. She cried and moaned louder, wilder, and that was exactly what he wanted to hear from her. That alone was enough to draw him to the edge.

“Blaze, I’m almost there,” she cried.

That was what he was waiting for. He took her clit in between his lips and sucked as hard as he could, while keeping the pace of his fingers in and out of her. Her body began to quiver, and without warning, she cried out her second orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out of her and sealed her opening with his mouth.

He licked her insides, as deep as he could go, while his finger kept strumming her clit to prolong her climax. She came for a long time, until she collapsed on the table, exhausted.

Holding her shivering legs apart, he licked her clean, gently, slowly to help her body relax. He could stay in this position forever, but his cock was already screaming for attention.

He rose to his feet and found her lying on her back, her breasts heaving up and down as she breathed heavily. Those would be his next feast.

“Open your eyes, Meg,” he demanded.

She did, and he tugged down his jeans. Her lips parted as his cock sprung out. She even propped herself on one elbow to get a better look.

“Blaze, that’s really huge,” she whispered while staring at his cock, unblinking. “It’s beautiful.”

He kicked his jeans and boxers away and stood right in between her open legs. “Do you like it, Meg?” he asked, stroking the massive length of his cock, relishing the way her eyes darkened with desire. “Do you want it inside your pussy?”

“Yes, but maybe later,” she teased, reaching for his cock. She wrapped her fingers around its girth and gave it a gentle squeeze.

He moaned. “That’s it, Meg. Touch me.”

She met his gaze as she continued to stroke him. “I think I want it now,” she said and tightened her fingers around his shaft. “I can’t wait.”

“Fuck.” He just lost the remaining ounce of self control he had. He grabbed her legs and spread them wider, positioning his cockhead right on her entrance. “Take me in, Meg. Take it all,” he said and shoved his cock hard inside her.

She cried and he moaned. Fuck, her tightness, her boldness, and her willingness to be fucked hard were making him crazy. He couldn’t wait to give her some serious pounding to let her know exactly what she just asked for.

She was tight. That single solid plunge was not enough to get himself all the way in. He had to drill his way against the soft muscles within, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

He pushed her back to the table and stared into her eyes, panting. He withdrew, and shoved back inside her again as hard as he could. Again, she cried, yet yielded to him.

“You like that, Meg?” he gritted. “You like how I fill up your pussy?”

“Yes,” she replied, writhing underneath him. “Harder, Blaze. I want you deeper.”

He pushed harder against her, the table screeching against the floor, and the harder he pushed, the wilder she became.

“Yes, yes! Oh, God!” she screamed. “More, Blaze. Don’t stop.”

He did give her more, his lust firing up at the way she enjoyed his roughness. “Yes, Meg. I’ll fuck you non-stop,” he said and thrust faster, forcing her soft muscles aside and gave way to his throbbing, hard cock.

Finally, he slipped all the way inside her.

She screamed so loud, arching her body closer to his, wanting more, hungry for more.

He held her tight and began to move in and out of her, hard just as the way she liked it. “Do you feel that, darling? I’m so deep inside you now.”

She mumbled some words he couldn’t understand. She was mad with pleasure. Writhing. Shaking. Screaming his name. Begging him never to stop.

He clenched his fists. The way her inner muscles contracted around his cock was driving him crazy. This woman was a wild cat.

“Fuck.” He kissed her mouth and squeezed her breasts. He left no restraint to himself. He pounded into her like a possessed beast.

She held on to his arms and met his gaze. Pleasure and lust filled her eyes, and he knew she was staring at the same thing in his.

“Oh, Blaze. This feels so good,” she whimpered.

“That’s just for a start, sweetheart.” He pushed her legs up until her knees were at the level of her breasts. It gave him an easier access to her entrance. He drove his cock into her, surging all the way to the deepest part of her.

She screamed and writhed so wildly that he had to hold her thighs firmly to keep her in place.

“I’m so near,” she cried.

And so was he. His seed clamored for that glorious release.

He slowed down his thrusts, but lengthened his strokes. Her moans became longer, as well. He was hoping that would delay her orgasm, and his.

She moaned and kicked, and arched her body off the table.

“Easy, Meg.” He tried to slow her down, but the moment he felt her squeezing him, he lost it.

His seed gushed out of control. He didn’t even have time to pull away.

His harsh moans blended with her high-pitched cries. Every muscle on his body flexed. The world stopped moving.

This bliss was unlike anything he’d felt before. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet. Not ever. Even if it was sucking away all his strength.

He collapsed over her, gasping. Her breasts, covered with beads of sweat, heaved up and down.

Resting his chin on her shoulder, he closed his eyes and relished the aftermath of bliss. So peaceful. So satisfying.

When his breathing regulated, he lifted his head to look at her face. She was too exhausted she could barely open her eyes.

He smiled. “Don’t tell me you’re finished,” he taunted.

She moaned. “I’ll let you come three times, and let’s see if you can still get up.”

He laughed and kissed her lips. “Let me take you to bed sweetheart. You do need some rest, and I’ll be waiting until you wake up.”

“You’d better,” she replied softly. “We only have a week.”

He scooped her limp body in his arms and took her upstairs. The way her breasts bounced along the way made him want to get his mouth on them, but this woman needed a break.