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  I stood there and looked at him with my mouth agape. Who the hell did he think he was to tell me I couldn’t go home? Well Cade’s house, my new home, for the time being.

  Mace could see the wheels turning in my head; he knew what I was going to say.

  “Araylia, I said don’t. I walk into this house, after going on a ride with your son, who said thank you for everything with my mom. You aren’t going anywhere. You are moving yours and Liam’s stuff in here. I have given you enough time to tell me something, anything, you haven’t taken that time. So now I’m interjecting. I’m going out of my fucking mind with worry. You here, under my roof, I don’t have to worry.”

  When he was done speaking he turned to the linen closet to his right. Opening the closet he started pulling out blankets and sheets. After a minute or so, I snapped out of it. I marched right over to him, lift my hand and tapped my hand on his big shoulder. I was about to give him a piece of my mind, no way in hell were Liam and I moving in this house!

  “Mace, you can’t just bully me into stay...” My sentence was cut off by Mace’s hard mouth crashing down on mine. At first, I resisted. I didn’t want to be kissing this big fat bully!

  He showed no sign of slowing down though; he was not discouraged by my resistance. I started to kiss him back, I couldn’t help it. The spicy taste that was now on my lips was too much. Too dangerous. Too powerful. The pull. Like magnets, always sticking. Staying connected. He knew it as well, used it to his advantage. Our tongues dueled in a battle of dominance. He would win. No doubt in my mind. The kiss was already changing my mind. I wanted to stay here, if I did then, I would be able to get this more often. Mace knew exactly what he was doing. He was putting me in a fog. I couldn’t think at all when he was demanding submission out of me. With a kiss like that, I wondered what the sex was going to be like. If it was anything like that kiss, it would be explosive.

  Mace ripped his mouth off mine, looking almost pained, “You are staying here.” He told me in a commanding voice.

  I continued to look at him. Finally I whispered, “Okay, Mace.” He still looked pained as he bent down to pick up the blankets and sheets I hadn’t noticed he dropped.

  “What’s wrong? You look like you’re in pain.” I asked, slightly confused.

  “Babe, seriously.” was his only response. That’s it?

  “Mace, you act like I know what that means.” I told him, earnestly confused.

  He grabbed my right hand with his left hand. He placed my hand on his crotch and I felt the hard denim, but more than that, the hard cock under my hand. From what I could tell, he was extremely large. If we ever have sex, I highly doubted that it would fit.

  “That’s what’s wrong babe. I’ve been with you all night, then you let go right there when I attacked your mouth. I want that pussy babe, not going to deny it.”

  My eyes were as round as saucers at his words. I sucked in a sharp breath. I opened and closed my mouth, no doubt like a fish out of water, trying to think of a reply. Luckily Liam saved me, running down the hall.

  “Mommy, are we staying with Mace?” He asked, tiredly. I looked at Mace then back down to Liam.

  “Yeah baby, we’re going to be staying here for a little while. Is that okay with you?” I asked tenderly as I bent down to wrap my arms around my son.

  “That’s fine, Mommy. I just want to go to sleep. I’m tired.” He murmured while yawing and leaning into my shoulder.

  I picked him up and placed him on my right hip. Looking at Mace, I opened my mouth to ask him where Liam is sleeping but he was just staring at Liam and me with clouds in his green eyes.

  I looked at him and called, “Mace?”

  He didn’t answer, just stood as still as a statue. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, and he finally came back. Looking confused then pissed in a matter of seconds. He shook his head, as if to clear it, and then asked what I needed.

  Twenty minutes later, Mace and I were lounging in the living room. Setting my beer on the coffee table, I leaned toward him.

  “What was that back there, Mace? That’s the second time I’ve seen those clouds over your eyes. I know that look, I get it.” I asked gingerly. I didn’t want him to shut down. I was hoping I could get something out of him. Which sounded stupid as shit, considering I wouldn’t give him anything.

  “Don’t want to talk about it, Ray.” He answered back in a gruff tone.

  “I met Luke when I was in college. We had only been dating for a few months whenever I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want a baby, never wanted kids. I really didn’t want to have them with Luke. He wasn’t good to me; I figure you’re smart, you’ve gathered that. But it was bad, I mean really bad. He would beat me on a daily basis over nothing, the little things. The nightmare I had the last week. It was about Luke. I was back at the time when we found out Liam was a boy. We had just gotten home from my doctor’s appointment. We sat down and started talking about baby names. He was thinking of ridiculous names. Harry, Peter, Jack. Shit like that. Said they were sophisticated names. His son needed a sophisticated name; make up for having a whore of a mother. His fucking words. You know, I never had sex until him. I was in my mid 20's a fucking virgin, but I was a whore. Anyway, I asked him if we could name him after my late grandfather, Liam. He got pissed. Picked up a lamp on the table next to us, and threw it at me all because of a name suggestion. I had to get stiches where the glass cut into my collar bone. I was lucky I was studying to be a doctor. He would never let me go to the hospital whenever he did something to me.” I was crying by the time I stopped talking, Mace was up off the couch, as fast as a rocket, pacing. He was running his hands through his hair, what little he had. Saying ‘fuck’ under his breath, he sat back down.

  “Babe, I’m not him. Would never do that fucked up shit to you. If I find that fucker, I’m going to put a bullet in his fucking head.” He was shaking with pent up furry. I touched his arm. He looked down at it, then at me.

  “Don’t even waste the bullet. I’m not living in that shit anymore. I’m not over it, I have so many issues from him alone, but I’m out of it. I’ve found my solace in Liam and my family. Over time I may heal, but not any time soon.”

  He looked at me and then hugged me tight to his body. Offering the only comfort he knew how to give. It was enough. I felt what he was trying so hard to say. Words couldn’t express what he was saying with his body. Telling me it would be okay. Nothing was going to hurt me, certainly not him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, not intentionally. He would leave me though.

  I got into bed a little over an hour later. After the hug that spoke volumes, Mace and I had found a movie to watch, letting all of the bad memories wash away. We lounged on the couch watching the movie. Mace didn’t try anything more with me; instead he rubbed lazy circles on my arm while my head lay against his chest.

  I stepped into the shower and was instantly enveloped into its warmth. It felt heavenly. I needed it after the day I had. I hadn’t planned to tell Mace any of the stuff that Luke did to me. It just came out. I felt that maybe if he knew a little more about what happened to me, he would understand why I was the way I was. Maybe then he would tell me a little bit about himself as well. He had been acting strange all day. Those clouds over his green eyes, I didn’t like it at all. I knew that look all too well. I used to wear it every day. Sometimes I still did…

  While I was still in the shower, I felt the scar I told Mace about, the one on my collar bone. I remembered that day like it was yesterday. I remembered everything he had done to me, like it was yesterday. I wished like hell I could forget. I knew I couldn’t so I kept going forward, never stopping. It had worked well so far, but since the break in the dreams were getting worse. The flash backs were coming more often. It was like I was reliving my time with him again, just not any bruises. No, those were all on my mind.

  I stepped out of the shower, leaving my melancholy mood behind the curtain. I towel dried my hair then threw the towel on the counter. I stepp
ed into my pajamas which consisted of a thin tank top and my thong panties. My one vice was always sleeping half naked. I loved the freeing feeling my body got from it. I lay down and the last thing on my mind before I fell asleep was, Mace.

  Chapter 13

  Mace

  I couldn’t sleep for shit. I blamed it solely on Ray. I couldn’t help but think of her ass in my guest bedroom. I wondered if she was naked. I wondered if she was thinking about me, about what we talked about earlier. Also, what she told me earlier was thrumming through my head like a disk on repeat. What that fucking asshole had done to her. Why would someone want to harm Araylia? She looked so fragile, so lost, when she was telling me what he did to her. If I ever saw that fuck on the side of the street, I was going to do to him exactly as he had done to Araylia. No woman deserved that. Under any circumstances. It was no wonder she was the way she was. The first guy she was ever with fucked her over in the worst of ways. First thing in the morning¸ I was getting my tech guy to figure out everything he can on him.

  I couldn’t sit in this damn bed any longer. I got up and got myself a glass of water and looked around my house. Thinking on how different my life would be if I still had my parents and sister. Would I have really joined the Marines? Would I be in the business I am? Answering my own questions, I think yes, to both of them. I wanted to join the Marines before everything happened. It was my calling, I think. I felt like I was born to do what I am; help as much as I can. My career may have something to do with what happened to my family as well. Trying to put away all the bad people I could.

  As I walked back to my bedroom I passed Araylia’s room. I heard a noise, almost like a moan. I really hoped she wasn’t having a bad dream. I listened a second longer, making sure I didn’t hear her scream. I heard the moan again, this time along with a whimper. I walked into the living room setting down my water on the coffee table. Turning back to her bedroom, I heard the moan again, louder.

  When I busted in the door, I was shocked as shit at what I found. I couldn’t even move. My dick instantly hardened. Araylia was lying on the bed, legs splayed wide open for me. She had a finger in her pussy, and her other hand was kneading her breast. I didn’t think twice about shutting the door, locking it, and walking toward the bed.

  She gasped when she noticed I was not walking out the door. Hmm, no naughty girl, I’m not leaving, I thought. I reached the end of the bed, having a direct view to her pussy. I stared at her shaved pussy, until she closed her legs trying to cover up.

  “Open, Ray. Now.” I commanded. She whimpered, but opened after a moment’s hesitation.

  “Now, do what you were doing before I interrupted.” I said, again in a commanding tone.

  Ray started to massage her clit, and kneading her nipple again. Fuck, I knew I should have walked out of this room, she wasn’t ready for me. She needed more time, but fuck I couldn’t help but stay and watch her. Her pussy was glistening from her obvious arousal.

  When she started to moan loudly again, I couldn’t fucking take it. I bent at the waist and put a knee to the bed.

  She was so lost in pleasuring herself, she didn’t notice. I grabbed her ankles, causing her to squeal in surprise, and wrapped them around my shoulders. She looked down at me with hooded eyes and heavy breathing.

  “Get ready baby, once I get started, I’m not going to stop. You are going to come as many times as I want you to.”

  She tried to gasp but it quickly turned into a moan when my tongue met her pussy. Fuck, she tasted like heaven. I flattened my tongue and dragged it from her pussy, all the way up to her clit.

  While there, I sucked her clit in my mouth then bit down, hard. She said my name on a long dragged out moan.

  This pussy is going to be the death of me. I knew I couldn’t fuck her but I sure as fuck could do this. I planned on doing it a fuck of a lot more than this.

  Sinking my tongue back in her pussy, I began to move my tongue quickly, moving it in and out. Ray started grinding down on my face, shoving herself into me. She sure wasn’t embarrassed with me now, my face between her legs. I started moving my tongue faster in and out of her, moving my thumb up to her clit and rubbed vigorously. That sent her over the edge; she started to scream out her release.

  I moved up her body and hushed her cries with a kiss. I took all my sexual frustration out on her mouth.

  She either didn’t mind tasting herself on my tongue, or didn’t want to say anything for fear of breaking the kiss.

  Her hand started gliding up my shirt, toward my abs. They flexed in response, her touch was so fucking hot. I moved my hand back down toward her sex, teasing her. Not going any farther than her mound. She started gyrating her hips, trying to move my hand closer to her. It wasn’t going to happen till I felt like it. She was making frustrated noises in the back of her throat.

  I chuckled; she looked at me and said, “Mace, this is not a time to be laughing. I want your hand there now.”

  “Baby, you should know by now, I don’t take well to orders.” I said gruffly.

  I stifled whatever reply she was about to make by taking one of her nipples in my mouth, biting hard. She gasped, once again, surprised. I sucked that taut nipple into my mouth and bit so hard, I’m sure it would be bruised by morning. The hand that was under my shirt started moving south down toward my pants. I groaned. Fuck I didn’t know if I could handle her hands on my cock.

  It was painfully hard, searching for some kind of release. It found it when she undid the tie on my pajama pants, my cock springing free. Araylia’s eyes were as wide as they could be. I know what was running through her head.

  “Ray, when we have sex, it will fit. Right now though, we aren’t having sex. You aren’t ready for it and I’m not pushing you,” I said.

  I wasn’t going to break on not having sex. I could be a patient man. She nodded in understanding. Her hand finished its journey toward my cock. She gently took it in her hand, as if it was going to break. I took her hand that was on my dick, and guided it to the base, squeezing her hand. She got the point and squeezed more roughly jerking it up and down. Holy shit.

  That’s the only thing I could think right now. I moved my hand down to her pussy again, spreading her lips and dived right in. Plunging my fingers in and out of her, while she pumped my dick. It didn’t take long for her to get her release, myself following along right after her. Fuck, I felt like a kid again, getting jacked off. I wasn’t going to complain though; I got something out of it. She gave me the trust of her body. That is a huge for her. She guarded her heart, body, and mind as if it were Fort Knox. Completely understandable though.

  I got up and told her that I was going to clean up real quick. While walking to the bathroom, I thought that was one of the best orgasms I had ever had. I hadn’t even gotten inside her and that was one of the best orgasms of my life. What the fuck? Sure, every once in a while I needed a woman to help scratch that itch, but voluntarily taking up with one? Nah...not for me. I didn’t like to be around women though. They always brought you down. Always found something to bitch about. Always found some way to destroy your world. I had that happen to me one time; I didn’t want to go down that road again. Yet here I was, letting a woman into my life. One who was just as fucked up as I was? I couldn’t stop myself though. We’re like magnets, drawn to each other. Never wanting to let go.

  I walked back in to Ray’s room and she was on the bed, facing the door. She looked worn out, that was a thought I laughed at.

  She looked up at me. “What are you laughing at?” She asked puzzled.

  “Nothing, babe, you look sated.” I said back, amusement lacing my tone.

  She just mock glared at me, knowing exactly what I was talking about, but too sated to do anything about it. I bent at the waist and picked her up in my arms. She yelped in surprise.

  “What are you doing?” She almost screeched at me.

  “Babe, I just had my tongue in your pussy, means you’re sleeping with me. In my bed.”

 
; She ignored me and latched her arms around my neck, holding on. I walked us down my hallway toward my bedroom which is on the left. I walked in, watching Araylia take in my bedroom for the first time. It was nothing really special. The king size bed was in the very middle of the room, a TV mounted on the wall opposite of my bed. Next to the bed on both sides, there were nightstands with lamps on each table. I had a bay window on the far wall, with a book shelf next to it. The bookshelf was filled with books; I liked to read whenever I had the spare time.

  I tossed her on the bed, she squealed the whole way, and I came down on top of her. I kissed her softly, conveying what I felt. Lust and a whole lot of like. I could see myself with this woman, for a while. With everything that had happened to me, I didn’t need to be getting caught up in another woman, I didn’t want the possibility of that happening again but I was powerless to stop the feelings going on inside me. To be quite honest, I didn’t want to stop feeling like this, what’s growing between us.

  Araylia must have read my thoughts,

  “I don’t want to feel this way about you Mace, but I can’t help it. You’re too much.” She told me after I broke the kiss.

  “Nobody has called me Mace, since my sister. I don’t usually like it.” I replied to her, changing the subject from her feelings. It was too much for me as well. I didn’t want to talk about it, till I sorted it myself.

  “What happened to your sister honey?” She softly asked, her hand came up to cup my jaw.

  “She, along with my parents, was murdered.” I reluctantly told her.

  She gasps. I didn’t want to tell her, I didn’t open up to anybody. Ryan, my best friend and brother, didn’t even know the whole story. I didn’t like sharing it. One, it’s a horrible story to tell, seeing your family in body bags. Two, the looks of pity I'd get. I didn’t need anybody’s fucking pity. I was to blame for the murder. Three, if somebody knew I thought it was my fault, they would give me some bullshit about it not being my fault. I know damn good and well it was my fault, had I been there none of it would have happened.