“Are you okay?” Donovan demanded, taking two steps at a time to reach the landing outside my door.
“Well, yes,” I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t like him,” he said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder, indicating Trenton. That was very strange, because Trenton didn’t like him either. I had a feeling someone wasn’t telling me something and that just pissed me off to be in the dark.
“Why don’t you like him?” I asked, not moving from my spot at the door.
“He wants to fuck you, Heather,” he growled.
“What?” I gasped.
“I saw the way he looked at you,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “He wants what is mine, and I don’t trust him. He’s dangerous.” I ignored his outburst, even though I was overcome with a chill at him claiming me as his. I shivered slightly at the thrill of excitement that ran through my veins at hearing those words.
“Why are you here?” I asked, changing the subject
“We had dinner plans,” he replied. I frowned as he pushed past me and walked into my apartment. I stood at the door and crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him.
“No, we didn’t.” I watched as he walked over to my couch and took a seat. He looked over my lesson plans before raising his eyes to give me a hard stare.
“Yes, babe,” he smirked. “We did.” I took a step back when he immediately rose from the couch and walked toward me. I knew that look in his eye. It was the same one he’d given me from the stage.
“Donovan,” I warned, but he didn’t stop his approach.
When he cupped my face with his large hands, I knew I was doomed. The first brush of his lips made me sigh. The second was harder, fiercer. When his tongue pressed to my bottom lip, demanding entrance, I knew I wanted him. And from the hardness he was pressing against my belly, I knew he wanted me, too.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed. “I can’t stay away from you. My body craves you, my little rose. My cock is constantly hard around you and damn it, I have to have you.”
My back hit the wall and my legs raised on their own, wrapping around his waist. His cock pressed into my sex through our clothes, and I found myself grinding against him like a wanton whore in heat.
His teeth bit into the sensitive spot below my ear and with his hand on my throat, he held my head in place for his assault on my skin. Hands tore at clothes, kisses became bruising, and moans became screams, as our need for each other boiled to the surface. He was rough…demanding and I fucking wanted it.
My hands dug into his long, dark hair, pulling him closer to my lips. I wanted him so much that it scared me. His hands were all over me, holding me tightly, and my nails left marks on his shoulders as I pulled him closer to me. I knew we’d both have bruises tomorrow morning.
My bra was tossed somewhere along with our shirts, and I sighed from the feel of his bare chest against my aching breasts. I heard the rasp of his zipper and let him carry me backwards to the kitchen table that I’d just had lunch at with my friends hours before. The same place I’d told them that nothing was happening between Donovan and myself. I was not only lying to them, I was lying to myself.
My back hit the table with a force that made a loud noise in the room. It echoed off the walls and could be heard over my moans. He pulled at my jeans and tossed them aside. My pale pink panties followed the direction of my pants, and I found myself naked on my kitchen table with Donovan between my legs.
He groped my breasts tightly as he pushed them together, licking a path from my left nipple to the right one. My head rolled back and I let him take liberties with my body. I yelped when he used his teeth against my nipple and I found that I liked it more than I should.
“Fuck,” I growled. Oh, God. This rough and demanding Donovan was what I needed…craved in my life for so long. The passion between us could set the world on fire, if I let it…if I gave in and let him own me.
“Yes, babe,” he panted, trailing a wet path of kisses down my stomach. He didn’t stop when he got to my pussy, and I gasped out in pleasure when he shoved my legs open enough to fit his shoulders between them. When he buried his face between my legs, I almost came from the intensity of it all. The different sensations of his beard, his teeth, and his tongue against my sex, caused my body to convulse.
“Oh, Donovan,” I moaned, feeling my body tighten and coil, ready to explode.
“Come for me,” he demanded. His hot breath caressed the sensitive skin between my legs.
“I…I can’t,” I cried, thrashing my head from side to side. He was intense…what he was doing was intense, but I needed more.
“Yes, you can,” he growled, pushing two fingers inside me. “I want to feel you come on my tongue.” He pressed his tongue to my clit, sucking the little nub and flicking it harshly with his tongue. “Come, Heather.”
His deep voice, the guttural command…the fierceness of his teeth and tongue against my sex caused my body to ignite.
“Donovan!” I cried, my hips bucked and twisted from the force of my climax, but he held me down with his forearm across my hips. He lapped at my sex, taking my orgasm just as he’d promised…with his tongue.
He let go of me once my body came down from the high of my release. I heard the sound of a wrapper and I knew he was preparing himself to take me. I whimpered from the loss of touch and the aftershocks that were still racking my body.
“I’ve got you, babe,” he said, rolling the condom over his erection.
I tried to grasp his shoulders, but he growled deep in his throat and took both of my hands into one of his, pushing them back to the table and pining them above my head. My breasts arched up, and the hungry gleam in Donovan’s eyes caused my sex to moisten and pulse with need for him to be inside me.
With his free hand, he guided his cock into my sex, both of us cursing loudly as he seated himself deep inside me. For a second, I worried my little table wouldn’t hold us, but when he started to thrust, I found that I really didn’t care what happened as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing to me.
“I’m going to take you to eat after I fuck you, Heather,” he growled. When I looked into his eyes, he looked feral. His beautiful eyes darkened with lust and need. “You will not deny me this. You need to eat and I’m going to be taking care of you.”
“Donovan,” I moaned, trying to fight his demands.
“You do not argue with me,” he grunted as he thrust deep. “Understand?”
“Mmm,” I moaned, not really comprehending his words.
“Answer me, Heather,” he said, pausing his movements. I panted heavily. Oh, God! I’m so close.
“Yes,” I hissed, swiveling my hips. “Yes, Donovan. I understand. Now, please…please don’t stop!”
His thumb brushed my clit and I jerked from the tingling sensation it caused. My pussy tightened and he released my hands so that he could plant both of his flat on the table beside my shoulders. He rutted deep, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together only made the act more carnal…more lascivious.
“Come for me, little rose,” he urged, rubbing circles around my clit, causing it to swell with need. “Now.” Instead of giving my clit another touch, he pinched my nipple, hard. When that didn’t set me off, he used both hands to pinch my nipples equally.
As the warmth spread through my breasts, I felt a quickening deep in my womb, my sex rippled and tightened. One large hand slid down the center of my body, his fingers reaching the apex of my thighs. He put just the right amount of pressure on the nub between my legs and my back arched off the table.
My orgasm struck without much of a warning. The release sated every muscle in my body, allowing my back to slump back to the table.
“Yes,” he hissed as his own release struck fast and hard.
“Mmm,” I moaned, accepted a soft kiss from him. “Do we have to move?”
“Yes,” he chuckled, pulling away. “We have dinner plans. Now, come on.” He slowly slid free of my body and I watched as he walked into my bathroom, his pants hanging below his ass cheeks. His ass is even beautiful!
I followed him and smiled when he met me at the bathroom door. His warm arms surrounded me and he kissed the tip of my nose. “I want you to meet my band.”
“Oh,” I gasped, surprised.
“Well,” he smiled. “Only two of them. Knox and Liam are meeting us for sushi tonight. It’ll be fun.”
“Sure,” I blushed. “Let me shower.”
“No,” he growled. The look in his eyes turned to fire and I was quickly realizing that was the alpha male in him. He was a little controlling when it came to me, and somehow, I liked it.
I also noticed he called me “little rose” when he was being seductive and sweet. He called me by my name when he meant business and he called me “babe”, when he was in a good mood.
Donovan was definitely a control freak when it came to having sex, and that was exactly what I needed in a partner. He commanded my body in ways that I’d craved. Of course, I’d never had more than one orgasm at a time, before him. Not even when I used my vibrator. The pain I needed to achieve release was not something I could do to myself, so I hardly ever got myself off.
“Why not?” I asked, trying to take a step back, but he wasn’t letting me go.
“We don’t have time,” he said, turning away and releasing me. “Plus, I like smelling myself on your skin when I kiss you.”
“You’re a caveman,” I laughed, but complied and walked to my closet.
He left me alone to dress, and I found a pale blue blouse that was cut short in the front and would rest right at the waistband of my denim shorts. The sides were longer and ended at a point on my hips. I wasn’t sure what shoes to wear, because I didn’t know if we were walking or riding his motorcycle.
I found him sitting on my couch, looking over my lesson plan, “This is amazing.”
“Amazing?” I asked, raising a brow.
“The way you planned the class on the Spanish Inquisition,” he shrugged. “It was one of the darker periods in Spanish history, you know?” I smiled warmly at his nonchalance over the subject.
“Are you a history buff?” I laughed, grabbing my purse.
“A little,” he blushed. “I just find it interesting.”
“Well, tell me what shoes I need to wear and then we can talk about the Inquisition on the way to dinner,” I said.
“Sure,” he laughed, standing up from the couch.
Since the night was cool enough to walk, I grabbed a pair of comfortable flats and locked up my apartment. We casually strolled down the sidewalk and talked about censorship, paranoia, and religion in Spain. A young guy stopped us and asked Donovan for an autograph, but mostly we were left alone.
When we walked into the restaurant, we were met with two pairs of eyes that looked like they’d seen a ghost. The lead singer and drummer of Ares Revenge stood up quickly and both of them gave Donovan a strange look. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable…like I didn’t belong.
“Guys, this is Heather Rose,” he said, quickly. I couldn’t see his reaction to his bandmates’ staring at me, but I did notice when they visibly relaxed at the mention of my name. Why was I so paranoid? “Heather this is Knox Larsen and Liam Daley.”
“Nice to meet you,” Knox said, rising out of his seat to shake my hand. He was not quite as tall as Donovan, but the lead singer was just as gorgeous. His blonde hair was long in the front and short in the back, the bangs covered one of his emerald green eyes.
“Hey, beautiful,” Liam smiled as he took my hand and kissed me on the cheek. “It’s nice to meet Donovan’s girl.” The drummer was a few inches taller than Donovan and his head was shaved completely bald. There wasn’t a guy in the band that was bad looking. I smiled to myself when I realized I’d be having dinner with three quarters of Ares Revenge. Even though I only had eyes for the sexy bassist, I still noticed the women in the room staring after all three men.
I took my seat next to Donovan in the booth. Liam and Knox were sitting in chairs with their backs to the restaurant. Immediately, Donovan’s hand landed on my knee, and I shivered when he rubbed his thumb softly over my kneecap, before sliding up to my inner thigh.
A waitress came by and asked for our drink order. Donovan ordered water and the other two asked for beer. I was the odd one out and asked for a cup of coffee.
“Little late for coffee?” Liam smiled, raising a brow.
“Well, I have a lesson plan to finish, but people keep coming by my house and dragging me out,” I smirked, not looking toward Donovan. “I’m going to be up all night getting it finished.”
“Well, we can keep him busy later and out of your hair,” Liam winked. “So, you’re a teacher?”
“Yes,” I smiled. “I teach high school history.”
“Oh, she’s smart, Donny,” Knox laughed, leaning back in his seat. “She’s perfect for you.”
“He’s secretly a nerd,” Liam teased, taking a sip of his drink. Donovan smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He seemed to be gauging his bandmate’s reaction toward me. Was he worried they wouldn’t like me? Why couldn’t I shake the uneasy feeling floating around the table?
“He knows a lot about the Spanish Inquisition,” I laughed, nervously. Both guys shook their heads and paused in their teasing to place their order with the waitress who’d just returned and was looking at all three of them a little star struck.
We all ordered sushi and I asked for a salad with my order. The conversation continued and eventually the guys relaxed and the good-natured ribbing continued. This time they were ganging up on Knox as they reminisced about their earlier days when the band toured for the first time.
“Our fearless leader has the worst sense of direction,” Donovan teased. “We were late for a few gigs in the beginning, because we didn’t have GPS and used an old map to plan our route.”
“Hey,” Knox scowled. “In my defense, those maps were old.” He winked at me and I giggled at the look on his face. He was pretending to be hurt at their teasing, but he was failing miserably. He was laughing harder than any of us.
“Okay,” Donovan smiled, shaking his head. “You keep telling yourself that.”
“I will, asshole,” he said, giving Donovan a one-finger salute.
Dinner was very entertaining. The guys didn’t act like a bunch of spoiled rockstars. Even as rambunctious as the three men were, they still retained manners, and I enjoyed every second of our time with them.
The waitress came by and dropped the ticket on the table and I pulled my hands back when they all lunged for the little piece of paper, arguing over who was going to pay. In the end, Liam won after a game of rock-paper-scissors. I laughed so hard that I had tears in my eyes by the time they were finished.
“It was nice to meet you,” I said. We’d made our way out to the front of the building and were standing on the sidewalk while the valet had left to bring Liam’s car around. Knox and Liam were heading home, and I was a little sad that our night was over.
“You’ll come to dinner again soon, right?” Knox asked. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looked hopeful.
“Sure,” I smiled and nodded. Both men kissed my cheek and shook Donovan’s hand before climbing in a sleek, black BMW.
“They’re really great,” I said, as we walked back toward my apartment.
“Best friends a guy could have,” he smiled. “They’re my family.”
“What about your parents?” I asked.
“Oh,” he smiled. “My folks live in California. I see them a few times a year, but they’re getting too old to travel. I go there when I can to visit. My brother and his family live ten minutes from them, so they are not completely alone.”
“Is your brother older or younger?” I stepped out into the street to cross, but was quickly jerked back as a car blew through the red light. My heart leapt into my throat and I felt Donovan vibrating with fear as he pulled me to his chest.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, his voice breaking with his panic. “Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay?” I didn’t know why the hell he was so freaked out. The car wasn’t that close to me when he went through the light.
“I’m fine,” I said, touching the side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into my hand. “Breathe, Donovan. I’m okay.”
“Scared the fuck out of me,” he whispered, and used his finger to raise my chin. The kiss he gave me was nothing more than a hard press of our lips. His lips trembled against mine and I melted into his embrace.
“Come on,” I whispered as I pulled away. He took my hand and grasped it tightly as we made our way across the street.
For a Sunday night, the bars were somewhat full as we walked hand-in-hand back to my place. Music flowed out of their doors and windows. I smiled at Donovan when I heard the latest song from Ares Revenge blaring out of a club on Bourbon Street. He just shook his head and continued to walk.
When we reached my apartment, I asked if he wanted to come in and I was a little disappointed when he declined my invitation. “No, babe. You have work to do and I’ll leave you to it.”
“Good night, Donovan,” I said.
“I’ll wait for you to get inside your apartment,” he said, kissing me quickly. I was a little shocked that he didn’t ravage my lips, but also impressed at his chivalry for my well-being.
True to his word, he stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited for me to unlock my door, “Lock up behind you.”
“Okay,” I smiled, pushing my door open. When I closed and locked my door, I heard the gate to the sidewalk creak open and then close. Donovan was gone for the night and I had work to do before I went to bed.