Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

“Oh, yeah?” I ask.

“Yes. We could get to know one another again today. I can be quick.”

I’m halfway considering it when I feel a pair of eyes on me. Glancing up, I meet a shocked pair of green eyes and my stomach bottoms out.

Nevada’s face contorts and she turns and heads for the woods.

Shit.

“I’m going to have to pass right now, Trix girl.” I pinch her chin. “I’m sure there are plenty of brothers here looking to have a little fun.”

Her face falls. I never tell her no.

I push her to the side and stride after Nevada. Ignoring what’s happening between us is no longer an option. We’re both edgy and emotions are involved. I find her standing on the shore of the lake. “Nevy.”

She crosses her arms under her breasts. “Why’d you follow me?”

“Because it’s clear you’re pissed.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The anger in her voice is poignant.

I step up behind her. “No, I want to know why.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Why? Tell me why, Nevy.” I place my hands on her shoulders.

“’Cause you don’t owe me anything,” she mutters.

“You think I feel like I owe you? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Isn’t that why you followed me? Because you feel responsible?” Her words are sharp enough to cut.

Hulk did this shit. Made her feel like she has no worth. I can’t add to that. It’s time to fess up. “I feel many things about you, most of them I shouldn’t. I was trying to save you from me. I’m not an easy man. I can’t give you flowery words or treat you like you should be. I’ve seen and done too much shit. I’m rough and you deserve someone nicer, softer for your first man.”

She spins and faces me. “M-my first man?”

“That’s right, the only motherfucker you’re ever going to know. I didn’t plan this out. I’m not good enough for you, but I’m it.”

“You…you want me?” The stunned expression on her face drives home how innocent she really is.

“It’s all I can do to keep my hands off you right now.” I smooth her hair down around her face and cup it. “The things I want to do to you, you’re not ready for, baby, trust me. I ain’t never dated a woman in my life, but I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You want to be with me?”

Her whispered words carve out a chunk of my heart. “Fuck yes I do.”

I bend down and capture her lips. She gasps and I take advantage, like the greedy bastard I am. I slip my tongue inside of her mouth. She tastes like beer and sweetness. Her moan goes straight to my dick. I tilt my head, deepening our kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck and something inside of me gives. I want this with her. I slide my hands down and wrap them around her waist to pull her body against mine.

By some twist of fate, this woman is mine. She thinks I’m worth taking a risk on and I’m not about to let her down. I stomp down the voices telling me why she’d be better off without me, and accept the gift. I haven’t been given many things, so it’s only right I hold on to her for dear life. Her kisses are more satisfying than any piece of trim I’ve ever hunted up. I close my eyes and allow myself to completely experience this moment.

When we surface for air I rest my forehead against her. I want to sink down and take her next to the water with the moonlight painting her tan skin, but she deserves better.

“What do we do now?”

“We go to the tent and get to know one another a lot better.” I move away and grab her hand, pulling her behind me. Inside of the tent, I pull her down beside me on my sleeping bag. I turn on the portable lantern, lay beside her, and bury my hand in her hair. Her body is trembling, and I can practically smell the fear on her.

“Babe, when I take you, it’ll be in my bed. Tonight, I want to learn you. Do you want that?”