CUT (New Adult Dark Romance) (15 page)

“There’s no time for a change Black, you know this shit is going down…” Acre said, gnashing his teeth.

“We’ll make it work. This isn’t our first fucking rodeo,” Black responded, patting Acre on the back. “I’ll see you up by the dockside.”

Acre nodded, waving a hand around above his head. The men pulled away from Black, climbing into vehicles of their own.

“Roll out people. Penny, you ride shotgun with Acre. Somebody tell the girls in back we’re gonna be out for a few days and ask them to behave themselves.”

Black turned to me, finally noticing the tears on my face. “It’s fine sweetheart, you’re coming with me. I promise it’s gonna be ok.”

“You heard the boss, roll the fuck out,” Acre shouted, his voice booming. Black lifted me up, carrying me back to his car, throwing me into the passengers seat. His hand gave a little circular motion in the air. Together, we flew out into the night, the cars splitting up as we reached the edge of the alley. I tucked in tight to Black as we went our own way. It took awhile before I realized we weren’t heading for the dock. Part of me wanted to ask Black where exactly we were going, but something told me I shouldn’t say a word. I drew my knees up against my chest, my arms cold in the rushing air.

Oh my God!

My mind cried out as Black swung the car into the pull-off area beside the lanes, tearing past dead-stopped rush hour traffic at high speed. I slammed my eyes shut, adrenaline rushing through my body as we tore along illegally, taking us impossibly quickly across town. Everything about this was wrong. I couldn’t look, couldn’t bring myself to watch. My heart beat straight out of my chest. Where could we be going? What in the hell was Black doing?

Soon enough, we pulled off the freeway, veering down a side street as I opened my eyes. The car swung left across traffic and into a parking lot. Wide eyed, I stared at the big building almost in disbelief. A steakhouse? My stomach rumbled. We’d skipped breakfast and lunch was ruined by the police raid… Had Black seriously put our lives in danger so he could grab something to eat? Against every fear and anger welling up inside me, something even stranger bubbled to the surface. I started to laugh. I’d never felt so alive.

“Sorry sweetheart, had to lose the tail before we head out to the dockside again, and I thought you might want something to put in your belly.”

“Tail?”

“Unmarked cruiser. Probably want to see where I’m heading. So, you hungry?

“We did miss breakfast…”

“Speak for yourself, I had the best goddamned breakfast ever,” Black said, a shit eating grin flashing pearly white teeth. My face flushed red as he stepped off the bike, pulling me along with him. “C’mon, this place has the best filet this side of Texas.”

I threw my helmet over the handlebar and took his hand. For a brief moment as we walked up to the steakhouse, I felt… Normal. Just a woman and her man, out for an early dinner.

“Table for two?” the young girl at the counter asked as we stepped inside.

“Yes…. Table for two.” I responded, gripping Black’s hand even tighter.

Maybe this is my new normal.
I thought to myself.

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“You seem bothered,” Black said, sitting down on a large rose colored booth, pulling me to the in next to him.

“I’m just overwhelmed. It’s been a long day,” I replied, letting out a deep sigh. Long wasn’t really the right word for it. If I wasn’t so sure of my grip on reality I’d be checking myself into an asylum.

“Just relax sweetheart. Get comfortable, enjoy the food and enjoy the company.”

I stared at his lips as he curved them into a smile. His hand landed atop mine below the table, giving me a reassuring squeeze. I’m almost ashamed to admit I melted. His touch sent shivers straight up my arm. I closed my eyes, imagining Black’s touch spreading out from my fingers, exploring. My own smile grew, and I took a deep breath before opening my eyes again, gazing into his, exploring.

The waiter came by to take an order, and quickly a glass of wine arrived for both of us.

“Tell me everything is going to be ok,” I whispered, a little wave of fear overcoming me as I sipped my wine.

“I need you to know Kattlyn, that I don’t do
anything
half-cocked. Things might get a little rough, but we’ll come out on top.”

“Are we still talking about business, or sex?”

“Maybe a little of both,” Black said, laughing. “Tonight though, how about we don’t worry about business? Do you have any idea what you do to me? You and those goddamned puppy dog eyes?”

I shook my head downing a large mouthful of the cool and lightly sweet riesling. I was going to need more wine. “You’re not so bad yourself…”

I smiled, but I was already regretting saying anything. I felt like a school girl on her first date. My thighs pressed together, trying to force away my feelings.

“You know, I haven’t been on a real date in years. I hope I’m doing this right.” I said, staring down at the table. Black laughed, his hand moving over to my thigh and giving it a nice squeeze. Electricity was firing from his fingers and all I could think of was the way those hands felt when they touched me everywhere else… Part of me wanted him to drop the gentleman act, to rip my top off and slide his hands up my sides, to grab my tits and bend me over the table and fuck me senseless right in front of God and everybody just like he did back at the clubhouse.

I sucked in a little breath as my eyes focused and saw Black gazing at me, a gleam of lust shattering all pretenses between us. It was focused and directed, a raw desire for me and only me.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I said hesitantly, squirming in my seat. His hand slid up my thigh higher, inward.

“Like what?”

His voice was low and growling, primal and sexy and full of purpose. I couldn’t stop this. I didn’t want to stop this…

I flinched away from him as the waiter reappeared, large plates balanced on a wide platter. He lay them down and my mouth watered. Pan seared steak encrusted with an insanely delicious looking mushroom concoction, sitting over spears of asparagus. I sliced the smallest sliver off the steak, the soft perfectly cooked piece of meat practically melting in my mouth. I let the taste roll over my tongue, savoring the flavor, letting off a little moan in pleasure.

Black smiled, carving into his own filet. "Do you know how sexy it is to watch a beautiful woman properly take control of her meat?”

Sexy?

My heart raced as I carved off another thin slice. “What do you mean, Black?” I said, smiling as I slipped the food into my mouth, letting my tongue catch it and draw it in. It felt nice to be flirting like this, pretending I hadn’t spent part of my day terrified that I was about to go to prison.

“You’re savoring it, taking it slow, and appreciating every little bite. That’s living in the moment Kattlyn. I love the way you show your respect for the flesh.”

“Are we still talking about steak?” I said, laughing. Black laughed too, and it was nice to hear the sound mixing with my own.

“I know the last few days have been crazy, but, thank you Black… I’m really enjoying this.”

I let my hand stroke his arm lightly, sliding in. Black took my lead, and we came together. The kiss was slow and pleading, but there was something more behind it, something animal. I loved the way Black’s lips felt on mine, the way they wrapped my lip and gave it just the lightest of suction.

“Wow…” I whispered, pulling away. Black smiled, trying to return to his neglected steak. I didn’t let him. I kissed him again and this time there was nothing soft and delicate about it. Our lips met, my tongue reaching out to search the edges of his mouth, running across the corner, edging along his teeth, fencing with his own tongue for dominance. A moan escaped me as I straddled him right there in the booth, grabbing his head with both hands and making out like a teenager in heat. Black’s hand ran through my hair, drawing me in tight as I felt the growing bulge beneath my thigh. That only made me hotter, but the sensation that we were being watched made me pull away…

“God damn sweetheart… I thought you were hungry,” Black panted as I slipped off his lap. An elderly couple glared at us from across the room and I flashed them a big smile.

“I
am
hungry…”

“We’ll get to that, I give you my goddamned word.”

“We’d better,” I replied, carving at my steak. Some small part of me was still worried about the disasters yet to come, but I was finally coming to terms with it all. Black made things better. As long as I stuck with him, it was going to be ok…

“Patience baby, patience.”

Maybe he can tame me.

“Come find me in the bathroom and I’ll show you how patient I am,” I whispered, slipping out of the booth and walking away, my hips swaying. For a moment, it seemed like he might not be following…

Maybe not.
I thought to myself as I listened to the crash of his boots approaching.

I let him in, locking the door behind us. He didn’t even have a chance to say a word before I’d forced him up against the inside of the door and fell to my knees, the tile ever so slightly painful, but the sensation lost in a sea of desire. I wasn’t waiting any longer.

“Make me cum down your pretty little throat sweetheart…”

I shivered, my fingers tugging at his belt, ripping at his jeans and getting them zipped down enough to pull them over his hips. As if on command, his cock sprang forward in all its magnificence. I brought my mouth toward it almost painfully slowly, arching my back and looking up at his eyes even as my tongue slipped down along his shaft. My breath danced over him, and he twitched in my hands, letting out a loud groan. His thighs were tense, every muscle in his body on edge.

“Relax…” I whispered, slipping him into my mouth and sliding downward, my tongue pressed against the underside of his enormous girth. I pulled free again, smiling. “Let me make you cum… Just close your eyes Black.”

He leaned his head back, gasping as I engulfed him once again. I took him deep, gagging ever so slightly on the head before retreating to lightly nibble on the tip. His body slumped against the door, my mouth working its magic. I loved giving head, I always had. No boyfriend had ever been able to resist me.

“Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” Black whispered. I just smiled and threw myself into the job even harder. He had no idea what I could do. My mouth was practically designed for pleasure. My tongue undulated lightly, slipping along the length of his shaft with every deep stroke, his hips beginning to respond to my movements. I hummed and moaned against him even as he started to thrust, and that only drove him wilder as he fucked my mouth.