The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2) (9 page)

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The inside of the house says rich. After Showken pats Bruiser and whispers in his ear, Bruiser takes off on a run. Shit, I can’t pay for anything he breaks. Showken doesn’t say anything to me, leading me to an enormous straight-out-of-the-magazine kitchen. I should not touch anything where my hands will leave smudges.

“Sexy
, what are you thinking about?” Showken asks, coming to stand right in front of me. Damn, he smells amazing.

“It’s
Marilyn, and I’m thinking that I should not be here, but if we must, Bruiser will be hungry soon, and we need to be outside, so he can relieve himself.” I say, looking around.

“
I will make sure one of my brothers takes care of that, love. Why don’t you belong here?” he frowns.

“Really? Showken
, I’m not the woman you need. I mean, you are in a different world than me. I live normal, I budget my money, I sometimes eat hot dogs for dinner. This house says to me you have no idea about normal or eating hot dogs,” I say. He cups my face and holds it gently in his hands.

“
Marilyn, all of this means nothing to me. I’m not that kind of guy, I like normal and hot dogs, too, sometimes. But I want to get to know you better. I’m really an easy going guy, and what would you like to eat?” he asks, leaning down and capturing my mouth. He licks my lips until I open my mouth, and he takes full advantage. Our tongues are dancing. It feels so good. Finding my strength, I pull away. We stare at each other for a few seconds.

“I’m not having sex with you
, Showken, you hurt me,” I say, feeling my breathing is a little faster from that kiss.

“We don’t have to have sex, beautiful, but can we cuddle when we watch a movie and eat
? I like cuddling,” he says, twisting his perfect mouth. I glare at him. “What would you like to eat?”

“Whatever
you would like is fine with me. Did your brother take care of Bruiser, he needs food and water,” I say.

“Really? I could make some chocolate cupcakes,
and yes, Bruiser has been fed and he’s playing now.” I narrow my eyes and he lets out a loud laugh. “I could also make some sub sandwiches,” he says, giving me a full-blown smile. I swallow hard; Showken is trying to test me with those smiles.

“Sub sandwiches will be great,
” I say. I take a seat at the counter, watching Showken pull out lunch-meat, veggies, cheese, and Sub buns. He is like a chef making these sandwiches. I’m watching him when two guys come into the kitchen. He stops and they all stare at each other. You would think an unspoken conversation was going on, with the looks they are giving each other. Finally the one with brown hair speaks. He is good-looking, too, but the other one, although he looks angry, is freaking beautiful.

“Hello
Marilyn, it’s nice to see you again. I’m Hawken, but you can call me Hawk,” he says, stretching out his hand.

“Hello
, Hawk,” I say. I hear a rumble, or a loud plane passing, but we are not near the airport. The other brother speaks.

“I’m Domlen,
Marilyn,” he says, and I am captivated by his presence. His eyes are a weird, but beautiful, reddish color. I’ve never seen eyes like this.

“Domlen, Hawken, please don’t scare my lady. Beautiful
, pay no attention to them. They know how I can become a crazy animal,” Showken says, smiling, but his eyes say he is pissed. Another one walks in and he’s fine, too. “Marilyn, these are my brothers, Hawken, Domlen, and Layern.”

“Nice to meet you all, brothe
rs, wow,” I say. Layern comes and sits right next to me.

“Showken, subs
, great, I love subs. Thank you, brother,” Layern says. Shit, brother, what kind of talk is that?

“I’m making
Marilyn and me subs. I think you guys can find something else to eat,” he says, clenching his teeth. He sounds upset, not five minutes have passed and his mood is changed.

“There is a dog sleeping in front of your bedroom door
,” Hawken says. He looks at me then.

“Yes, it’s my dog and his name is Bruiser
, and don’t bother him, or he will bite,” I warn them, although Bruiser is slacking, like the other night with Showken.

“Bite?
Marilyn, we bite back,” Layern says, reaching over the counter and grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl on the island.

“Enough. B
aby, you ready to watch a movie?” Showken asks, looking into my eyes. Shit, he’s a fine man.

“Umm, yes. I think I know what I want to watch
, too,” I say, giving nothing away about the movie. He raises a brow at me and gives me that smile, it’s truly like sunshine. He makes a tray with about five subs, two bags of chips, and a bottle of wine. It seems like he will drop something. I try to help, but he insists that I just follow him. We walk into a theater room. It’s beautiful, with four rows of leather love seats an
d
smooth, red carpet. In front of each sofa is a perfect sized table for food, snacks, and a drink. There are even curtains on the side of the wall. I’m so out of my league. I swallow hard. I shouldn’t be here, Showken hurt me, and I said I was not going to see him, yet here I stand.

“Pick
a row, Marilyn, and tell me the movie we are watching, so I can get it started,” Showken says. I head to the second row and get comfy on the seats. They feel amazing. I decide to take my shoes off, and curled up on the love seat. He places the food in front of me, producing two wine glasses. How the hell did he carry all this without anything falling? “Beautiful, name of movie, please.”

“Oh
, do you have The Notebook?” I ask.

“Yes, I do.”
Showken smiles, walking towards the back dimming the lights, and the movie is starting. He comes and sits down, lifting my feet onto his lap. He picks up one of the sub sandwiches and pushes it into my mouth.

“Take a bite, lady
,” he insists. I take a bite, and even in the dark I see his eyes on me. “You are so beautiful,” he says, pulling me closer to watch the movie. He pours us glasses of wine, and we cuddle, not saying a word, watching the movie. Showken is such a gentleman, he doesn’t try anything, in fact, I think he is watching the movie, too. The end of the movie finally comes, and I’m crying. I love this movie, and cry every time I watch it. Showken grabs a remote I didn’t notice, and turns the lights up some. It’s still pretty dim, though. I look at the table and all the subs are gone. I feel his eyes on me, noticing I’m lying on his chest.

“I’m sorry,
” Showken says. “I’m so sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean to, you have to believe that. I like you very much, I want you real bad, and would like it if you would stay.” Stay where? Here in this mansion, I don’t think so. I need to go home. If I stay, sex will be involved, and I’m not strong enough to resist Showken.

“Showken, I accept your apology, but I’m not ready to get involved wit
h you. I think I should go home,” I say, pulling away. I feel his arms tighten around me, and I inhale his beautiful smell. He takes a deep breath, pulling me onto his lap so that now I’m straddling him. He gently, slowly lowers his head to my chest, taking in deep breaths. His hands start massaging up and down my back, giving me shivers.

“Please, I need you
,” he says, as he slowly starts to kiss my neck. I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. Everything on my body is heated. I think my hands are even hot. His hands start to move up my shirt, finding their way to my aching breasts. My back automatically arches lifting my breasts towards his hands. He tortures me, barely touching my hardened nipples. Before I can think, he is kissing me hard and fast. I can’t stop. He pulls away and looks at me, his eyes bright; the green is intense, and sexy as hell.

“Stay the
night with me, Marilyn, please,” he pleads. Tilting his head, he starts to lick and suck my neck. Everything inside me is melting like ice cream.

“Showken, oh Showken, I thought we agreed no sex.”

“I never agreed to that. I said we don’t have to have sex, doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Beautiful, I want you so bad right here, right now, say yes.” He places his hands on my thighs, his thumb rubbing my inner thigh. I shake my head, trying to gain some strength, but my walls are crumbling. A moan betrays me. “Mmmm”.

“Ye
s, love, just feel, don’t think,” Showken says, his fingers gliding up and down my, now very hot, sex.

“Showken
,” I whisper.

“Yes
.”

“I, I,
yes.” The words leave my mouth before I can think. Showken moves quickly in front of me, getting onto his knees. He keeps his eyes on me. They are truly beautiful. I can’t believe a man like this wants me. He pulls off my pants, slowly and gently. He’s in no rush. I gasp, feeling heat between us. He climbs up my body and pushes the back of the sofa, and it starts lowering down. Damn I’ve never seen this before. I’m lying down now. Showken lifts up, pulling his shirt over his head. Oh that chest is amazing.

“I want you so bad
, Marilyn, I feel like I’m going to explode,” he says, pushing my legs apart. My panting is getting louder now. I can’t believe I react this way with this man. He slides my panties off, kissing me until he reaches my feet. This man is too good to be true. He begins to suck and bite each one of my toes, I cry out in pleasure, “Ahhhhh”. Showken doesn’t stop. He starts sucking my hip where it meets my pelvic bone. Licking and kissing, making everything south go extremely wet. I can believe how hot I am. “Beautiful, I want you to release, so I can have some dessert,” he says, pulling my folds apart, he starts licking me with long fast strokes from my opening to my clitoris. This is crazy, I’ve had many men in my life, but Showken makes me feel like I’ve never made love before. His tongue now slides into my sex and I scream loudly. Bruiser’s barking comes next, and then I remember his brothers and place my hand over my mouth. I should have better control. Showken whispers that Bruiser will be alright. He pulls my hand down by my side, holding my hands on my thighs as he keeps my legs apart with his shoulders. Holding me still, he starts again, sliding his tongue in . . . out . . . in . . . out of my sex. My head is moving from side to side. I yell out “SHOOOWKEN!” I release, just as he asked. He sucks hard, making my orgasm last longer. My body is shaking and I’ve never felt this good in my life, ever.

“Precious, you taste so good,” h
e says, planting kisses on my clitoris. Oh, God, he’s going to start again.

“Showken, please,
” I manage to gasp, in between panting. I can’t even breathe. He’s driving me crazy.

“Yes, I want more,
and yes you will release again,” he says, moving his tongue very fast over my clitoris before taking it in his mouth. I feel my body getting hotter. I can’t believe I’m going to have another, “Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhh,” I yell out again. He comes up my body, stopping to take his time with my breasts. My nipples feel like fire every time he sucks, not a bad heat but a heat that’s so good. I want to get up and make a run for the door. This feels way too good.

I can’t control myself around Marilyn. She brings feelings out of me that should not be there. Her body is gorgeous, and extremely tempting. Watching the movie with her cuddling against me is making me want her more; the movie won’t end fast enough. She tastes amazing. Her sweet, intoxicating natural juice is my addiction. I feel Hawken and Layern nudging at my head to watch. I usually let my brothers see, and have even let them feel sometimes, but Marilyn is different. I can’t let them see her. She has an amazing body, I’m not like Draken, it’s just that I know she would be offended, and that offends me. I feel like she could be my Wella. I hate even thinking like that. I don’t want a Wella, not now, but Marilyn is so addictive I can’t get enough. I slide my pants down fast, wrapping her legs around me I thrust inside her body. I’ve never wanted to yell out, but this feels so good, her body is perfect for me. I can’t share her with another man, even if she’s not my Wella. Her breasts are perfect and fit my hand. Those hips and ass make me want never to stop holding them. Giving her pleasure is my pleasure. I love her eyes rolling around, searching for an explanation of why. I need her from behind.

“Beautiful, turn around for me,” I ask
, rising so that she can. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. You are going to have to let me have this part of you, someday,” I say, planting soft kisses on each cheek. I grab her ass hard, and I growl. My beast likes it, too. I hear her moan, “Ahhhh, Showken,” she says, with a trembling voice. I love her moans of pleasure. I place two fingers inside her sex, sliding them in and out, I bend and open that ass, circling her body with my tongue. She screams out with such satisfaction. “Ohhhhhh, YESSS,” she yells. She starts to pump against my hands as I slide my fingers in and out. I smile hearing that, she likes this. When I get that ass, I might scream, too. I slide my fingers out, placing them in my mouth, sucking her juice, which is now my addiction. I thrust inside again, going slow, fast, and hard. I can’t be gentle, I want her to have it all. She is smacking that ass up against me, and my thoughts are all over the place.

“Yes, Showken, feels so . . .
ohh . . . good!”

I can’t speak. If I let anything out right now, I’m going to let out a very scary growl. I bite down, holding my breath as long as possible. I bend
, licking her back as she meets me with each thrust. She feels so good. I allow my heat to come to my tongue; now, as I lick her back, the heat will increase her need. It will give her more intense orgasms, and leave a green line down her back. I hope she doesn’t mind. I smile, knowing I want my marks on her body, everywhere. I rise up, lifting her body with me. She rests her head on my chest as her body is pressed against me. I reach around with one hand pulling her nipple, continuing my pumping into her sweet sex. I love her sounds. “Scream for me, baby.” That must turn her on, because her cry touches my inner core. “Whyyyyy meeeee!” she yells.