Blind Devotion (9 page)

“I’ve got some on my back as well.”

“Can I feel?”

“Sure.” He turned around, and she followed the
movement with her palm. Her fingers touched his skin ever so lightly. “I’ve got
a lion on my back along with several other mini tattoos. There’s a tiny
butterfly across my right shoulder because I lost a fucking bet, and I’m never
going to live it down as long as I live.”

She giggled. Pussy liked the feel of her hands on his
body. There was something electrifying about how she touched him. She was
gentle, never rough. He wanted to show her how rough she could be with him.
Pussy loved the feel of a woman’s nails raking the skin as she screamed in
orgasm. In Chaos Bleeds he was the star of making a woman feel good.

“I wish I could see them. You feel like you work out. Do
you?”

“I work out as much as I can.”

Her hands danced along his skin. “It must be nice.”

“What?”

“To be able to
work out without fear of falling or bumping into things.
It has been so long since I’ve felt like that.”

Turning around he saw the smile dancing across her
lips.

“I can help you with that.”

“Is this another thing the club does? Feel sorry for
other women who can’t do stuff themselves?” she asked.

“No, this is all me. I want you to feel good about
yourself. You shouldn’t have to rely on anyone.”

The smile dropped from her lips again. “I don’t want
to depend on anyone. It sucks. I always wish there was something more I could
do.”

Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb along her bottom
lip. “Baby, there’s always something you can do, and I’m going to be here to
see that you do get the chance to do what you want. I hate people who hurt
others.”

“I don’t want to talk about them anymore.”

“Good, because I don’t want to hear what any of those
fuckers have to say about
you.
After today, Kenneth
will never be able to touch you.”

Pussy didn’t care about his connection with Gonzalez. Anyone
who hurt a woman and took away her sight was someone who needed to be taken out
in Pussy’s book.

“You’re one of a kind,” she said.

“And I’ve not even gotten my mouth on your pussy.
You’re going to be a lucky woman soon,” he said, winking at her.

She chuckled, and she’d not even seen him wink.

“You’ve not had a lot to laugh about lately, have
you?” he asked.

“No, I’ve not, but you’re about to change that for me.”
Her hands were laid on his arms, waiting.

“Yes, I’m about to change all of that for you.”
Tilting her head back, he stared at her face. The trust she showed him scared
the shit out of him. She should be more cautious. He’d killed a lot of men,
caused problems wherever he went, and done it all with a smile and in the name
of the club. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for the club.

Even as he looked at her and thought how she deserved
a better man, he didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.

She whimpered but still didn’t pull away. Dropping his
head down, he brushed his lips against hers. Sasha melted against him and he
gave everything to her. Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, he moaned, going
in deep. He glided his tongue over hers, going as deep as he could for her to
take as much of him as possible.

“You don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me, do
you?” he asked, muttering the words against her lips.

Shaking her head, she ran her hands up his arms to
band around his neck. Sliding his hands to her waist, he fingered the flesh
that was revealed by her shirt being ridden up. She was soft against his
hardness. Moaning, he licked along her lips then pressed kisses down her face
to her neck. She moved her head to the side giving him better access to kiss
her.

“You’re going to drive me insane,” he said, moaning. Her
fingers tightened in the hair at the base of his neck.

Going under her shirt, he touched her skin and felt
her shake beneath his touch.

She’s innocent. Take your time and go as slow as possible.

Closing his eyes, he tried to consider her innocence
as he touched her.

Take her.

“Let me know if I’m going too fast for you,” he said.

“You’re not going fast enough, Pussy. Please, I ache
all over again.” Sasha took over, pressing her lips to his. He was so close
that she didn’t miss him as she kissed him back.

Wrapping his arms around her, he took her back until
they were closer to the bed. He needed the flat surface in case he lost his
mind and took her there in the center of the room.

“I’m going to take your shirt off,” he said.

In one sweep, he removed her shirt leaving her in a simple
cotton bra. The underwear was unattractive, yet it didn’t detract from the
beauty of her pale skin.

“What’s the matter? You stopped and didn’t say
anything.”

“You’re beautiful. Your bra doesn’t do you justice,
but it doesn’t matter.” He fingered the strap then ran the pads of his fingers
across her chest to the top of her breasts. “I’m honored that you’ve picked
me.” He slid the strap of her bra down her arm.

He noticed the
goosebumps
that erupted all over her arms.

“Are you still with me?”

“Keep talking and I’m more than with you.”

Pussy chuckled.

Turning her around, he flicked the catch of her bra.
“Don’t stop it from falling. I want to see your tits,” he said, whispering the
words against her head.

“You really are sinful, aren’t you?”

“We’ve not even gotten started on the good stuff yet.
Give me chance to show you how good I can make this.” He eased the bra off her
arms and simply gasped. Her tits were everything he’d thought they would be.
They were large and beautiful with tight red nipples. Licking his lips, he
reached out and cupped her breast. Sliding his thumb across the tip he watched
her gasp. Her breasts were sensitive to the slightest touch. “Do you like
that?”

“Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

“I’ve got more exciting stuff to do to you.” Moving to
the next breast, he circled the nipple. She pushed her chest out toward him,
offering her body up for him to play with.

Feeling
wicked,
he claimed
one of her nipples with his lips, sucking the hard bud into his mouth.

She cried out. Her hands went to his arms with her
nails sinking inside his flesh. Pinching the other breast, he stared up her
body to see her response.

Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open slightly.
She looked amazed by what he was doing. Going to the second breast, he teased
it as much as the first. With his free hand Pussy fingered the button of her
jeans. Moving from one breast to the other, he took his time, loving her tits.
Her tits deserved the time to be sucked, nibbled, and adored.

Opening the button of her jeans, he popped them open
and slid the zipper down. Cupping her hips, he pushed her jeans down her
thighs. She wiggled, helping him push the offending item of clothing down.

Releasing her breasts, he sank down in front of her.
He placed his hands on her hips so she knew where he was.

“I’m going to take off your pants.”

“Don’t let go,” she said, biting her lip.

“I won’t, baby, I promise.”

“You make a lot of promises.” She let out a breath.

He didn’t respond and started to peel her panties away
from her. Pubic hair covered her pussy, obscuring her from his view. When he
was close to a razor he’d be trimming her hair so he could see the lips of her
sex.

She smelled feminine and sweet.

“You’re not talking. Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, nothing is wrong.” He let go of her hip and
started to slide his fingers through her hair. “I want to remove some of this
hair when I get my hands on a razor. Will you let me?”

“Yes, if you promise not to cut me.”

“Don’t you know by now that I’ll take care of all of
your needs?” He returned his grip to her hip and walked her back. Once the
backs of her knees hit the bed she sat down. “Actually, will you trust me to go
and get that razor? I don’t want to leave you alone, but I also want you to
feel everything I can do to you.”

“You want to leave?” she asked.

“I’ll be back. I’ll lock the door, and all you have to
do is sit here and wait. There’s a shop down the street, and I forgot to get
rubbers, babe. I can’t fuck you without a condom. You could get pregnant.” He
groaned, dropping his head onto her leg. “Fuck, you make me want you so much
that I’ve forgot to get condoms.”

She chuckled. “Okay, erm, could I lie on the bed while
you’re gone?”

“Sure.”

He helped her onto the bed then kissed her lips. “I’ll
be back before you know it.”

****

Sasha heard the door go and then silence. “That’s it,
he’s gone. He’s gone, and I’m lying on a bed talking to myself because I’m
going insane. No one is here, and I’ve got nothing to say.”

Running her hands across the bedding she tried to
bring some focus to her little world. One morning with Pussy and she’d left
Piston County behind. Had Pussy claimed her? She didn’t understand what any of
this meant. Holding her hands in front of her, she thought about the feel of
his body underneath his touch. He’d been hard, each ridge of his muscles
outlined against her palm.

Silence filled the gap in between her talking. She
hated this. If she had her sight she’d be able to watch television or sit
beside the window looking out at the night. Her vision was a constant, never
ending night.

Would he come back?

Over the years Kenneth had made her believe that she
was a nuisance. Even her own mother didn’t want to know her. Her mother spent
most of her time at the bottom of a bottle or throwing down some pills rather
than spend time with her. Every now and then, the old mother she knew would
appear with food and conversation. Whatever Kenneth said was a lie.

Push them aside.
Stop thinking about either of them.
They’re nothing right now.

She did her best to ignore them and focused on the
silence that surrounded her. In no time at all, the door was opening. “I’ve got
the stuff I need, baby.”

The door closed, and more shuffling happened.

“Shit, I should have left the television on, shouldn’t
I? Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

Sasha giggled. “You don’t have to keep apologizing.
I’m more than capable of looking after myself. I didn’t get into any trouble lying
here.”

“Still, I’m going to have to learn to take care of
you.”

The bed dipped, and she let out a yelp. “Fuck, I’m
just sitting beside you.”

She nodded, reaching out but coming against air.

“Here, I’m here.” Pussy took hold of her hand and
placed it on his body.

“You’re there.” She touched his body and frowned.
“You’re naked?”

“I didn’t have time to put clothes on. I wanted to get
the stuff and get back to you. I forgot to put a shirt on. It doesn’t matter.
The guy at the store didn’t charge me much. I think he was too busy ogling my
hot bod,” he said.

Chuckling, she squeezed his arm. She really did love
the feel of his skin in her hands, and she told him so.

“See, you only
want
me for my
body,” Pussy said.

“No, I want you for more.” She did her best to smile.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” The bed creaked under his
weight.

“Okay.”

His fingers slid over her cheek, and his palm went to
the pillow at the side of her head. At first his lips grazed hers, showing her
where he was. “I’m close to you now.” His tongue caressed her lips, and she
opened her mouth.

Meeting his tongue with
her own,
she kissed him deeply. Circling his neck, she moaned as his body pressed to her
front. His chest grazed her nipples. Crying out, she held onto him, never
wanting to let him go.

“Fuck, I’ve never felt this way from a fucking kiss,”
he said, muttering the words against hers.

“I love you kissing me.”

Pussy tensed. “What?”

“I like when you kiss me,” she said. What was wrong
with what she said?

“Good.”

You said the love word. Men hate the love word. Don’t say it again.

“I’m going to get some water,” he said, releasing her.

He moved away from her, and she was alone again. She
heard him moving around.

“Are you in the bathroom?” she asked.

“Yes. I’m going to trim your pubic hair.”

“That’s very clinical.” No one had touched her between
her thighs. Pussy was the only man to get this close to her, and she wasn’t
going to let anyone else near her. The only person she wanted was Pussy. If she’d
had her sight, she wouldn’t have stayed at home. She knew in her heart she
wouldn’t have let her mother get this bad. Some way she’d have put a stop to
it. In the back of her mind she couldn’t help but feel let down by her mother.
She shouldn’t have to take care of her mother.