Cherry Bomb

  “I lied to you, baby. I told you that I was going to worship this body, and I am but not until you realize this is not just about sex for me. Sex is cheap, and you don’t deserve cheap. I don’t care if I did spend all day in the gym kicking my own ass to control my fucking hormones.”

  I put my hands on his chest to brace myself to move from his lap to the sofa cushions, but I couldn’t make myself do it once I had my hands on him. “You work out? I thought sex was your workout.” I asked and grounded my hips over his not-so-small erection. “

  “Of course, they both have their benefits. But you didn’t think I achieved this body with just my bowl of Lucky Charms every morning and the occasional romp in the hay?”

  I doubt it was the OCCASIONAL experience.

  I went to speak, but Drake shook his head and smiled. “You interviewed me. Now it's my turn to interview you.”

  Remembering he already knew more about me than I ever dreamed of knowing about him, I looked into his eyes and could sense he might not be the guarded fortress he was when I interviewed him for the paper. “This or whatever we have going on is already on uneven ground,” I said, pressing my hands against his chest and fisting his snug shirt, pulling him closer to me.

  He lightly kissed the tip of my nose. “Fair enough. For every question I get an honest answer for, I’ll give you one. No holds bar.”

  I let out a deep breath and nodded. There was so much I wanted to know about the man who was slowly crumbling the walls I had built around me. I moved and sunk down onto the couch.

  “When is your birthday?” he asked first.

  “July third.” It’s also my anniversary and not a day I celebrate. “Dogs or cats.”

  “Neither. I have enough trouble taking care of myself. Movies or TV?”

  “TV. Movies cost too much. Restaurants or home cooking?”

  “Home cooking. I never get it. Tattoos or bare skin?”

  I rubbed my hand down his arm and over his left shoulder which was covered with a tattoo of an eagle with his talons puncturing a human heart, on his forearm was a large cross. James thought tattoos were too low class for a man such as him.

  “Tats definitely,” I said, pondering him. “Where have you been the past few weeks?”

  “Working, I had a job in North Carolina I had to take care of?”

  James always had a job in North Carolina, too. Please, don’t be another James. My life has been wrecked enough.

  “Other than seducing women, what’s your job?” I asked and placed my feet onto his lap.

  A deep chuckle came from his chest, and I watched as he darted his eyes from my face to the door and back to my face again. He didn’t answer at first. He slipped the flip flop I had on off my foot and ran the edge of his thumbnail across my instep. It was painful but a good pain that sent a shiver to my groin.

  “What makes you say I seduce women for a living?” he asked, reaching his hands across the couch to hold mine. If I didn’t know better, I would say he was scared.

  “You run that club.” I wanted to add more, tell him that he was good at his job but I couldn’t. Drake lifted his dazzling blue eyes to stare into mine. I wanted to curl back up in his lap and leer into those eyes for hours.

  “I’m a private investigator. A damn good one,” he added.

  I almost felt an instant relief. The invasion of privacy wouldn’t have been a hard trick on a guy that pries into someone else’s life for a living. I was not the exception. I was the rule. Drake didn’t get close until he knew what or who he was getting close to.

  I pulled my knees and feet under me and moved closer to him.

  “Are you going to ever tell me how extensive your research was?”

  “Believe me, you don’t want to know.”

  Oh, you have no idea how much I want to know everything about you. And if I have to play games to learn the truth I would. “Your turn,” I said.

  “Now that you’re getting the hang of it, tell me something about you that no one else knows?”

  A thought came to my mind, but I didn’t want to sound pathetic.

  He leaned in and whispered, “And make it good.” He rolled me on my back until he was hovered over me. His breath was hot as it streamed down onto my face.

  I swallowed, trying to think of what to tell him. “I like when you spanked me, but for the life of me I can’t figure out why I like for someone to punish me.”

  “Because it’s not a punishment if your body craves it.” He blinked, absorbing my words. “You were made for me. Your skin was made specifically for my touch, your mouth was created to mold into mine, and your body was formed to fit perfectly against me.” He paused and raised up a fraction. “What have you done to me?” he asked before pressing a kiss to my shoulder and taking a deep breath. “Whatever you’re doing don’t stop.”

  What are you doing to me is more the question? “How can you say that?”

  “Easy, I could sit here all night listening to you talk, or simply hold you while we watch TV. I've never felt like this before.”

  “Why me?” I scooted under his tight body. The thought of losing contact with him sent my heart pounding.

  “Why not?” he answered as his lip touched the curve of my neck and shoulder. He trailed kisses along my jawline until his mouth rested over mine. “I’ m going to prove to you this is worth something. That what we have between us is more than lust. I’m going to make you happy but I won’t touch you again until you know this is more. Until all the secrets are gone.”

  The word secret never entered my thoughts. I was stuck on the word more. I cuddle closer to him and flipped the TV on with the remote, lying on the coffee table. I had never had anyone’s undivided attention before especially a man like Drake. I needed a moment to clear my head and just absorb the fact he was here in the moment. If the television could bring me that I would gladly watch the mindless dribble and hold closer to him.

  “When do the kids come home?” he asked.

  “You don’t already know,” I teased. “Not until after school tomorrow.”

  Drake Hart

  There was a big part of me that hated the man she was turning me into, but there was a bigger part that basked in it. There was not much else said after Cherry turned on the TV. I didn’t want to talk and ruin the moment between us. She had curled up against me and clung to me as if I was actually capable of keeping her safe. The fear of when all the lies were revealed was too much. Would she believe that for some unknown crazy reason she was different? That I had never met a girl I would ever spend a night just watching TV with. Much less, enjoy every damn minute of it. I pulled her closer and held her tighter to me. For a brief moment, I prayed she would never learn the awful truth. At least not before I had a chance to prove to her that this was special. She was special.

  I hated to wake her but I had to leave soon. Plus, I had a horrible crick in my neck. After she fell asleep, I was afraid to wake her. Afraid she would tell me to leave. So here we lay still on the couch. Her snoring, and me dreaming of her eyes as she told me that there was no love in her marriage, and mostly when she said she loved him.

  “Cherry,” I whispered, then said it again a little more forcibly. I smiled when she snarled up her nose and wiggled at my side.

  “Huh,” she mumbled and snuggled closer onto my chest.

  I inhaled, trying to absorb the feel of her in my arms. “If you loved your ex, why did you say there was no love in the marriage?”

  She sat up, and I instantly missed her warmth so I pulled her back down beside me.

  “What time is it?” she asked.

  I looked at the Rolex on my arm. “Seven, now no more questions. I need a few answers first. The love thing. If you loved him,” I said between gritted teeth. “Why no love?”

  “Because he didn’t love me. No matter how much I tried I was never good enough for him.”

  The same wide eye stare appeared on her face at my words that I witnessed in the club. I swallowed the pain t
hat was chewing at my chest.

  Not good enough. She was too fucking perfect.

  I wasn’t an idiot. I knew I should have left for good but I couldn’t. From the first moment she walked into my club there was something so appealing about her that my interest had forever been piqued. “Why did you marry him?”

  “He made me believe he loved me.”

  How could anybody not love you, my sweet? She possessed an almost haunting quality. I had to understand what made her tick.

  “Why? If he didn’t want you.”

  “He needed support to get through school. I was the dumbass willing to work two sometimes three jobs to help him reach his dreams. By the time he graduated we already had Ruby, our daughter, so I did everything I could to give her a family.”

  He had been screaming about his money. The way I saw it was that all this plus more was hers. That jackass would be nothing without her.

  “The worst thing you can do is to make someone believe you love them if it’s not true.”

  I was losing it. She was too damn innocent for an ass like me. “Lucky for you, because I don’t believe in love. So no I love you will ever come from my lips.”

  I couldn’t tell her everything but I had to let her know that love and forever would never happen with me. She could be mine but I would never give someone the power to own my heart.

  “Ever?”

  “Can’t see it happening. I don’t kiss and cuddle. I just fuck. So the love thing is impossible for me.”

  “You’re cuddling me.”

  I was, and loving every damn minute of it. But I had an appointment in an hour, and needed to leave.

  I kissed her forehead. “Oh God, I don’t want too but I really need to go.”

  “I understand.”

  She started to sit up in unison with me as if her body was magically connected to mine. I slipped on my glasses when I heard words that instantly made me grow hard.

  “Make me come before you leave.”

  How could I ever turn that request down? “Well, lucky for you I believe a gentleman should always make his lady come, and sweetheart, I’m always a gentleman.”

  I would make sure her pussy quivered in complete abandonment, but being a Dom by nature, it would be on my terms.

  “I hate to bust your bubble but you’re no gentleman,” she said with the most adorable little laugh.

  No gentleman. I’ll show you a gentleman.

  I slid the zipper down on my pants and worked my cock out of them. I watched her as she took my every movement in, fisting my cock from the tip to the root.

  “I’ll be a gentleman and leave my girl happy. Now, take your shirt off,” I demanded.

  She fumbled with the shirt but managed to have it over her head and tossed to the ground in record time. She freed her breast from the bra they were imprisoned in. I gasped. Those beauties were the kind that belonged strapped between a complex arrangement of rope. After the hundred or so set of breast I had seen in my lifetime one would believe that another pair wouldn’t affect me. But everything about her affected me. She had a vulnerability about her I had never witnessed before. I bent down and softly kissed her lips.

  “Pants,” I said and continued to stroke my cock, loving the way that simple gesture excited her.

  How I managed to keep my control as she stood and slid her pants to the ground was beyond even me.

  She fell back on the couch, letting her legs fall open, exposing a sliver of the pink heaven between them. She swept her hand over her breast and worked her nipple between her fingers.

  God, I had barely come since the last time I was with her, and with one simple move of her hand, I was ready to explode.

  “I want to pierce these,” I said and snapped her right nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.

  Damn, that statement made her moan. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. Ever.

  She continued to touch her breast with one hand, but let the other one trail down her stomach as she made her way to a pair of hot pink, silk panties. I strangled my cock at the sight of Cherry rubbing her finger around the edge of them.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said, turned a brilliant shade of red, and let her hands fall to the ground.

  “Watch me, baby. Follow my movement.”

  She grabbed a throw pillow to prop her head up to have a clear view of me. Her eyes went to my cock, and she started to stroke her hand under her panties at the same pace I was taking.

  “Let me see. Move those damn panties and let me see.”

  She hooked a finger in the band of the panties and yanked them to her knees before shifting her hand back to work her swollen clitoris.

  “Talk to me. What do you dream about when you’re alone in your room working your sweet pussy like this?” I asked and smoothed my thumb over the head of my dick, smearing the pre-come over the base. “About someone sneaking in and watching you as you pleasure yourself.”

  “Oh,” she screamed out, rubbing her juices into her slit.

  “Does he watch you, hiding in the shadows? Maybe, he takes out his cock and strokes it,” I said, slid my hand to the head of my cock then knelt down and rubbed it against her thigh. “Does he look like me?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Yes, Sir. Oh, God.” She put two fingers inside her pussy and began to fuck herself. Oh, how I ached to have my dick buried deep in her wet, hot mound.

  “Does he touch you or just watch as you come apart at the feel of your fingers pounding away at yourself?”

  “Fuck me, Sir.” The soft sounds she was muttering were making me harder than the feel of my hand. She let her feet dangle from the side of the couch. She was close.

  “Pinch your nipple, my sweet.”

  She clamped down on her left nipple and tugged on her breast. She was lost in the moment and had become my puppet.

  “Stop.”

  She immediately placed a hand on each side of her hips.

  “Do you want to touch yourself? Feel your fingers work over that beautiful swollen bud?” I asked, inching my fingers lightly over her inner thighs. Her eyes grew heavy as she wiggled her entrance closer to my throbbing cock. “Does my pretty pet want me to fuck that hot, steamy pussy?”

  She was trying to top me from the bottom, Hell, no one would ever top me.

  I adjusted my pants, zipping them up. “Not going to happen.”

  I turned and walked toward the front door, but not before witnessing that beautiful shade of pink creep up her neck and across her cheeks.

  I heard her jostle to her feet and running only a few steps behind me. Just as I reached the door, she slipped in front of it.

  She was upset. Her left brow was twitching. I winked before smiling at her.

  “That’s not fair. You can’t just leave me like this.”

  I cut her off. “I told you no sex.”

  “Please, I’m begging.”

  I closed my eyes, unable to witness the way her lips pouted, her eyes pleaded. Maybe, she can convince me. If not, I’ll have a hell of a time watching her try.

  “Beg.”

  I reached for the doorknob as she reached for my hand. “Please, Master. Unleash your worse but fuck me.”

  She leaned forward, pressing her naked breast against my chest, licking her lips. Her mouth gapped open just enough that I could graze those soft, fuckable lips with a kiss. I gripped her face in my hands, holding it tight. “No, kissing either.”

  She twisted her lips around and furrowed her brow. That’s it, baby. Figure it out.

  She stood for a moment before lowering her body to her knees. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started to unbuckle my belt then looked up at me, asking for permission.

  I melted at the sight, and grew instantly hard again at the thought. Damn, I have no control with her. I stroked her hair to see if she could understand the unspoken approval.

  She kept her eyes glued to mine while working my belt loose, then popped the button on t
he jeans before lowering the zipper. She rubbed me over the material of my boxer shorts. As I was about to force her, she reached into my boxers, pulling my cock free. She stumbled on her knees, losing the grip she had on me.

  “Don’t lose your confidence now, Ms. Webb.”

  Tightening her grip around my cock, she brought her other hand up to join in.

  She never shifted her eyes from me as she parted her lips, and lightly placed a kiss on the tip. Fuck, fuck, no one had ever just kissed me there, and hell, I loved it. For the first time in years, I was over my head.

  She lowered her head, and started to shake. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know what to do.”

  I tilted her head up with the tip of my finger. “It’s not rocket science.”

  “I’ve never done it before. Please, Sir. Show me. I want to try for you.”

  Something in me desperately wanted to make her smile. I yanked her hair, lifting her to a standing position.

  “I didn’t ask for it.”

  Her nostrils flared and her eyes flashed with uncertainty. I kissed her forehead.

  “And when I do ask for it, I have a very stimulating way to teach you what I like,” I whispered, rolling her taut nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opened with a slight moan. I pinched down hard on her nipples. She hissed in a deep breath. Before I could comprehend the situation, I gripped her waist and pulled her forward, pressing her naked body against my clothed one.

  “There is so much you don’t know, babe. I need to hear with words that you want this.”

  “Please,” she screamed out before I even finished my sentence. She lifted her eyes to me, once again I witness the dirty girl glint in them, and I lost it.

  I dragged her to the couch by the tips of her hair, throwing her down.

  “Hold on, Ms. Webb. I’m going to fuck you hard.” I grabbed her knees, pulling her the few inches left between us, ripped a condom from the pocket of the pants I was still wearing, and plunged my cock so deep in her she screamed out my name. Cherry braced one foot on the arm of the sofa and the other on the coffee table and lifted her fine ass as I thrust inside of her.