Until You're Mine (6 page)

Between the two evils,

I always pick the one I never tried before.

~Mae West

The second she stepped into the kitchen, I looked down at my jersey shorts. The woman was like a fucking magnet and my cock wanted to attach himself permanently. 

Greedy bastard
.

Gritting my teeth, I tried to think about something other than the way that shitty excuse for a shirt hung loose from her shoulder, or the way her hair fell all wild and rumpled around her. Jesus, fuck I needed to be inside of her. To know what those incredible lips would feel like wrapped around my…

“Hungry?” My voice was strained and tight. It was taking every ounce of control I owned not to fuck her like an animal right here on my shiny hardwood floor. This little sleepover would prove to be the test of a fucking lifetime. 

“Nah,” she said taking a seat on the stool.

“So, what do you wanna do?” I adjusted my cock.

I knew what I wanted to do.

I wanted to rip her goddamn clothes off. She was finally here, in my house, with me.

Breathe motherfucker.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and took a nervous breathe.

Right there with ya, baby
. 

“Does this palace have a TV? We could watch a movie.” she shrugged, looking around.

“Do I own a TV?” I scoffed. “Follow me.”

“Where’re we going?” she questioned, sliding down from the stool.

Opening the door that led to the basement, I stepped aside and flipped on the light. “What do you have down there? A dungeon?”

Laughing, I placed my hand at the small of her back. “Trust me, if I had a dungeon, I would chain you up and have my way with you. Just go,” Desire flickered in her eyes and flushed her cheeks. She liked the thought of being restrained.

Noted
.

She held onto the iron rail as she walked down the dimly lit stairs. The gasp of air once we made it to the bottom was not a surprise.

“Welcome to my kingdom,”

Scored concrete floors. Pool table. Mini bar. Big screen TV. Everything I needed was in this room.

“Wanna drink?” I poured myself a neat glass of Jim. He was always good at calming the beast. With her this close, he was beginning to rattle the goddamn cage.

“What do you have?”

“Whatever you want,” My underlying tone did not go unnoticed.

She smiled knowingly. “Of course you do. Seven and seven will be fine. I should’ve known you would have the man cave to beat all man caves.” she said, running her fingers down the sleek pool table. “Can we play?”

“Sure, what’s the bet?” I asked, handing over her drink.

Katherine’s tongue darted out to seize the cocktail straw, taunting me, provoking me.

Sweet mother of fuck
.

“Bet?”

“Yeah, just to make it a bit more…interesting.” I grabbed the box from the shelf and began twisting together my McDermott.

“Is your special stick supposed to intimidate me?” 

“Not intimidate baby, dominate.” She walked right into that one. 

Clearing her throat, she turned away, carefully inspecting the cues mounted on the wall. She made her choice and walked back to the table. “Alrighty then, what’s the bet?”

I chalked the end, thinking carefully. “If I win, you have to make me come…with your mouth.” Her face flushed fifty shades of red before she bit down on her bottom lip and walked to the other side of the table, far away from me.

“And if I win?”

“I’ll make you come again. But this time, I won’t stop until you’re screamin’ my name.”

Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Deal, but no sex,”

“Fine.” I agreed.

“Fine.”

“Wanna break?” I offered with a sly smile.

“Nah, you go ahead.”

I had to give her credit, she could play. She even ran the table for a spell, sinking three balls in a row with very little effort. It was killing me to watch her bend over and shoot. Then when she wasn’t taking a shot, she would twirl the ends of her hair around her finger nervously while she watched me. I couldn’t concentrate for shit. 

It wasn’t long before there were only three balls left on the table, two stripes and the eight ball. “Right corner pocket.” I announced before taking my shot.

Fuck!

She sunk the 6 and 10 in succession, grinning like she had me. Fuck, I hated to lose. In fact, I was a very sore loser. Yet, I couldn’t help but hope she would bank that 8 ball, just so I could feel those hot fucking lips around my…

“Left corner,” Katherine leaned over the table, lining the tip of her cue.

I sat my drink down on the edge, bracing myself. Her chocolate eyes were focused and determined, but that all changed the moment she hit the ball. Just as soon as the 8 ball hit the pocket, the cue ball followed right behind it. Well, I’ll be damned.

There’s a God and he fucking
loves me. 

“Shit,” I rounded the table slowly. “We both lost,”

“Yep, know what that means?” I advanced as she retreated.

“Neither of us has to pay up?” she giggled nervously.

“Wrong. We both lose, we both pay up. Stop walking away from me.” I demanded.

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes darting from me to the door. “Nowhere to run, baby. Get your ass over here.”

“Archer, I…”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. Now come the fuck here.” Reluctantly, she walked into my open arms. “Movie suggestion?” She exhaled a relieved sigh. “What the hell did you think I was gonna say?”

“I wasn’t sure, but I’m glad it was that.” Kissing my chin, she pulled out of my arms and went to sit down on the leather sofa. She folded her legs beneath her, covering herself with the blanket my grandmother had given me before she died.

My heart beat incessantly in my chest as I swallowed past the lump in my throat. In many ways Katherine reminded me a lot of her, the way she cared so much for others around her, for me. “Well?”

“I don’t know,” She tucked the blanket around her like a protective shield.

Was that supposed to keep me away? “Whatever you want, just name it.”

Smiling, she cocked her head to one side. “So whatever I pick, you’ll watch?”

“As long as it’s not a chick flick. No fuckin’ chick flicks.”

“You said I could pick whatever I want.”

“Fine, pick whatever you want. But if I fall asleep before it starts, I don’t wanna hear shit.”

“Whatever. Do you have Lawless?”

“Let me check,” I typed in the title and it immediately pulled up.

“I love this movie. Forrest reminds me of you. Have you seen it yet?”

I pressed play, and then adjusted the surround sound. “No, I haven’t. How does he remind you of me?”

Old time music played as the opening credits flashed across the screen. She settled deeper into the soft leather. “You’ll see.”

Cryptic ass woman
.

About half way through the movie, I looked over and found her chewing on her nails. The movie was good, really good actually, so I hadn’t given any thought about making a move.

Until now.

Flashes of light flickered across her face as she watched the gunfight taking place. Feeling the weight of my stare, her eyes met mine. “What?”

“You’re too far away.”

As she scooted closer, I opened my arms to welcome her. I stretched my legs and pulled her to lie down between them. With her head on my chest, I covered our bodies with the blanket and wrapped my arms around her.

Damn, this felt good.

“This is nice.” she purred against my chest.

Even though I would love nothing more than to have her beneath me, I had to agree. I rubbed my hand up and down her back, trying to focus on the movie instead of my insistent hard on stirring to life in my shorts. Lifting her head from my chest, she gazed up at me with desire dripping from her dark eyes. Those powerful eyes had become a weakness, calling to me on such a powerful level.

She scooted down the couch, her face squaring up with my crotch. “Awe, fuck,” I hissed as her fingers found the waistband of my shorts, moving back and forth.

She pulled the material down enough to free me, tucking the material beneath my balls as she wrapped her soft hand around my hard cock. Licking her eager lips, she pumped her hand up and down. Was this really fucking happening? She wouldn’t let me fuck her, but she was going to suck my dick?

Unfuckingreal
.

With a flick of her tongue, she tasted the tip, no doubt coating her taste buds with pre-cum.

Jesus, I would not last long inside her mouth. “Don’t tease. My control is for shit right now.” I emphasized through gritted teeth.

Her eyes never left mine as she took me deep into the warmth of her perfect mouth.

Fuck
.

She bobbed her head up and down, covering me with the slickness of her perfect mouth. Her hand followed her mouth, coaxing my orgasm as she feasted on my cock. The intensity of her stare and the movement of her mouth and hand had me fighting for control.

“I wanna come in your mouth.”

She nodded once, and then closed her eyes, renewing her efforts. I came hard, fisting her hair as she swallowed every last drop. Well, how about that…there really is heaven on earth.

Right here, in a good girl’s mouth.
 

You can never control who you fall in love with,

even when you’re in the most sad,

confused time of your life.

~Kristen Dunst