The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2) (5 page)

“You have siblings?” h
e asks.

“U
hh, no. It’s just me,” I say, really not wanting to talk about myself. “Do you have brothers or sisters?” I ask, giving him the same question to see how he likes the hot seat.

“Yes,
there are ten of us altogether, nine boys and one girl,” Showken says, with a smirk. I wonder what that is about.

“Wow, yo
ur mother must really like kids. I couldn’t imagine having that many kids,” I say, taking out the butter and brown sugar for the sweet potatoes. I can’t wait to eat.

“Well, we have big families, and it’s kind of a tradition
. Anything under seven is unheard of. How many kids do you want?”

I look up at him as if he’s confessed a murder.

“I will never have kids, ever,” I say, turning away from him and feeling tears building up in my eyes. I feel him standing behind me and I can’t move or speak. I turn and he pulls me into his arms, and the tears are pouring down. I’m a product of bad blood; I won’t take the risk of bringing a child into this world, knowing where it comes from. I wipe my tears and turn to finish dinner. We don’t speak again until I’m pulling the cupcakes out of the fridge.

“Showken,
do you want a cupcake or two,” I say, as he has eaten everything already. After I fixed my plate and told him to eat as much as he wanted, he finished the other three stuffed chicken breasts and all of the potatoes. I couldn’t get upset, because he ate in silence and seemed to enjoy every bite.

“Yes, I’ll have one,” h
e says, moving to the sofa in front of the television. I see Bruiser is stuffed as he lies on his side, watching. I walk over and hand him a double chocolate cupcake; he sets it down on the table in front of him. I glance over and look at his chest, again. He has the best body ever.

“Showken, you don’t like chocolate?” I ask peeling down my cupcake paper. I take a bite
, and see him watching me, licking his lips.

“Yes, I love chocolate, but I’ll wait to eat mine. You enjoy
,” he says, and his eyes roam my body. I can’t eat with him watching me like this. I take one more bite, and set it down. I stand and his hand touches my knee, oh, my body is way too responsive to him. I look up and he is smiling.

“Wait, I want to eat my dessert now
.” He gives a wicked smile, and I think my eyes will come out of my head. I’ve never had a guy so smooth. “Don’t I get to eat my dessert, Marilyn?” he asks, but I’m not sure why he’s asking. I know he’s speaking of something else. I’m 27 years old and I know when I see a horny man. He turns with one leg bent and the other on the floor as he faces me. I turn slowly to see him, and his sweat pants are hanging slightly from his waist. My body feels shaky inside.

“Umm, Showken
?”

“No, can I eat my dessert is the question I asked, and I want only a yes or no answer
,” he says, and I’m pretty sure a growl comes from him. That is not possible, he cannot growl. I glance at Bruiser and he’s sleeping, shit. What a great guard dog, sleeping on the job. We stare at each other and he’s not backing down, I’m not either. We just stare at each other. I think he will give up, but he doesn’t. After about five minutes, I give in.

“Yes, you can
.” He spins me around on the sofa and pulls my pants down so fast I’m blinking uncontrollably.

“Thank you
.” He grabs the cupcake and begins pushing up my shirt, smearing the frosting over my abdomen, sliding my panties down with his other hand he continues to smear frosting on my inner hips, moving towards my sex. When all of the frosting is gone, he stuffs the cupcake in his mouth and barely chews and swallows.

“I like to eat my frosting last
,” he says, lowering his head. He starts licking me in long strokes, licking the chocolate off me. I should push him away. I should say no, but damn, it feels way too good to stop. I’m glad I shaved my privates, I’m sure frosting and hair don’t mix. He didn’t know that, though, maybe he’s a freak. I’m brought out of my thoughts fast, as each lick becomes hot to my body, literally. I can feel heat. It feels good, though, and a moan escapes my mouth, “Ahhh, Mmmm,” I hear and can’t believe I’m doing this. He spreads my legs farther apart, holding them up.

“You are so delicious
, Marilyn,” he says, going straight to my sex. Opening my folds with his tongue, he sucks and pulls on me. This is so crazy, I can’t believe myself. When I feel his tongue go inside me I scream, “AHHHHHHHHH!” He must like that, because he continues to hold my legs apart and his tongue is going in . . . out . . . in . . . out. I feel my head shaking, going back and forth. I need to get away from him. I try to move, and his hands grip my legs.

“
Marilyn, let go for me, I want all of my dessert.” That is enough for me and I begin to come. He holds his mouth to me, sucking, making sure he draws out my orgasm. He continues to kiss my inner thighs, sucking and biting me. He moves his body up mine and places my legs around his waist. He pushes up my bra and starts sucking my nipples, hard. They instantly harden, and I can’t believe that I’m allowing this. He comes to my ear.

“
Marilyn, you are so beautiful and sweet, and I want you,” he says, as he starts to grind his sex on me with his sweats on. I can’t, this is so wrong, how did I get into this. “Marilyn, stop thinking and let me, please,” he says, as he stares into my eyes waiting for an answer. He is still moving, and I just nod a yes. He stands, pulling me with him, and he is in my bedroom fast. He never lets me go; gripping my ass he lowers me to the bed and kisses my ear, my neck, and my shoulders. I feel him pushing his pants down, and now I feel his sex on mine and he’s so hard and huge. Wait, he has to put on a condom.

“Showken, condoms
, in my drawer,” I say, panting.

“I’m ok
ay, I don’t need one,” he says, sliding in a finger, and I respond so well. He slides it in . . . out . . . in . . . out, and instead of just putting in another finger he pushes in two more. Shit, that hurts.

“Showken, that hurts
,” I say, and he moves down my body, not saying a word, and pulls my clitoris with his mouth, as he continues to push his fingers inside of me. It no longer hurts, but I can feel him stretching me out, crossing the fingers like scissors inside of me.

“Just relax, I’m going to get you ready for me
,” he says, coming back up my body, taking in my breast and sucking it hard again. I feel my body preparing for another orgasm.

“Yes,
Marilyn, another one. Let me feel you come on my fingers, now.” Again I release, and my body is going crazy. He pulls his fingers out and licks each finger that I’ve exploded on. I don’t know why, but that turns me on something bad. He still hasn’t gone for a condom.

“Showken, you have to put on a condom, we have to be safe
,” I say, panting, not wanting to get pregnant or catch an STD.

“I’m clean, and even if you’re not
, it won’t affect me,” he says, placing his sex right at my entrance. I don’t know why I believe him, or maybe it’s just so intense. I can’t stop myself, and with his eyes closed he pushes himself inside me and shit, this is hurting. I don’t say anything, knowing my body will adjust. He doesn’t move, and starts a very deep kiss with me. Our tongues dance, and he licks my lips and sucks them in between kisses. I feel my body warming and I push towards him. I feel the smile on my face and he begins to thrust, in . . . out . . . in . . . out. He continues to move slowly. My body wants more and I start moving faster and he stops, letting me catch my breath he starts again this time grabbing my hips, moving me to his speed. He goes slow, then fast, and then slow again. I try not to scream, but he gives a good push and I’m screaming, “IT FEEELS SOOOO GOOOD!!” And he does it again.

“You feel amazing, I want to stay like this, beautiful
,” he says. I wrap my arms around his neck and try to push him over, and it’s like trying to move a building. He’s solid. He smiles and rolls over to his back, holding me tight, never pulling out of me. I can’t move, oh my, he’s so big, I think he’s touching too many of my insides. He starts to move, and I close my eyes and just feel. I start to move up and down and he’s guiding me. I place my hands on his chest and really start to move, I feel him squeezing my breast and my juices are running out of me, making it easier to move. Throwing back my head I feel the heat building inside of me, my body is on fire for this man. For the first time I hear him moan, “Mmmm, yes sweetness!” Those words are comforting, even though he knows I don’t like terms of endearment, he keeps calling me by those terms. I’m sure on purpose.

“Showken
,” I say, as he grasps my hips and pushes in deep. He sits up and I wrap my arms around him, meeting each thrust with my body.

“Let me feel you co
me around me again, baby,” he says, and I try to hold out and I’m pulling at his hair and my body has a mind of its own as I try to escape his arms. This orgasm is just too much. I want this, and yet I’m trying to run away from it at the same time. I finally relax and his arms loosen and I’m panting like Bruiser. I was not supposed to sleep with this man. Shit, we didn’t use a condom.

“Stop thi
nking, Marilyn, and just relax after sex,” he says, turning to lay me down and gently pulling out of me. I thought he was going to get up. He positions himself behind me, pulling me close. I feel sleep coming, and just as I’m closing my eyes I think I heard him say, “My Marilyn”. I smile at the thought, and sleep overtakes me.

What the hell am I doing? I should not be cuddling her, yet I can’t bring myself to move. She felt so good exploding for me that I can still feel her. I’m usually a one-night type of guy, but Marilyn makes me want a few more nights with her. She’s an awesome lover. Shit, did I just think lover? Those beautiful grey eyes are amazing. I take a peek at her sleeping, and she looks so soft, which I know is not the truth. She has some deep feelings against her family, and I need to find out what they are. I smell Bruiser enter the room, and see him sit at the door. I reach my hand out for him. He comes to me, and I rub his head. He recognizes the beast in me, and knows I’m more than man. Luckily, he can’t speak. I look him in the eyes and send him a good feeling. He barks loudly, and before I’m aware of it, I’m laughing out loud. I feel Marilyn stirring, and turn to give her a morning kiss. I know she’s sore, I’m going to have to run her a bath, I didn’t mean to work her over like that, but that first taste was too good.

“Good
morning, sexy,” I say. When she told me not to call her by terms of endearment, it became my duty to do so.

“Good
morning, and I see you keep using sweet words for me still,” she says, with slight smile.

“Well, you are so beautiful, precious. I just can’t help myself, honey
,” I say, chuckling. I feel her hand on my chest, rubbing my birthmark, which humans always think is a tattoo. My beast responds and growls inside me. She has to stop that, or I’ll be inside her again. I grab her hand and start sucking her fingers. I send heat into each one, giving her a little fire to distract her. She moans, “Ahhh.” I smile and go in for a kiss, I know I have shocked her because she is hesitant, but she gives in.

“I have to get ready for work, I
have to be at my first job at 10 a.m.,” she says. I don’t want her to go to work. I am even more concerned that she says her first job. Shit, how many jobs does she have?

“
Marilyn, what are your dreams?” I ask. I would like to know if she’s happy. I shouldn’t care, usually I’m gone before they awaken, not even worrying about their soreness, but I feel something else with her. I like her smart mouth.

“What? Showken, I don’t dream about anything
anymore. Dreams don’t come true.”

“Yes they do, and I want to know what is the one thing you would like to do?” I ask
, turning her on her back and positioning myself to hover over her delicious body. Those curves; she is truly awesome, and I want to feel them, after she tells me her dream.

“Showken, you are not listening, I
really don’t know. I used to dream, but that was a long time ago,” she says, looking away from my face. She’s lying; she knows what she wants. I quickly grab her legs and hold them up in the air. I hear her gasp.

“Showken, what are you doing
? I need to go take a shower and get ready for work,” she says, but I smell her arousal rising.

“First
, a shower is not going to help, and second, you should know I don’t like to be lied to. So try again, dream . . . ” I say, tilting my head as I push the tip of my sex inside her.

“Showken, mmm. I can’t think like this
,” she says, trying to pull away. I like this; she’s a ton of fun. I pull out and do it again. “SHOWKEN!” she yells, and I like the sound of that.

“Dream, gorgeous
,” I say, smiling. She is getting frustrated.

“I wanted to be a painter, satisfied
?” she says, and I thrust all the way into her.

“Yes I am
,” I say, giving her a proper morning wake-up. When we finish, I know for sure I’m going to have to put her in the tub, but she thinks she’s just going to walk into the bathroom. She pulls back the covers and sits up.