Page 33 of Savior
“Lucinda can tell me that, herself.”
“She won’t come home until she knows you believe her. She’s afraid of you.”
“And I’m all out of fucks.” I glare at her, before a sneer pulls at my mouth. “Well, for her anyway.” Grabbing my half hard cock over my jeans, I watch her eyes drop momentarily before they shoot back up to mine with surprise. “I’m fully loaded, for this one.” I reply, cocking my head towards Vanna. “Excuse us.” Tugging Vanna by the hand, I glance down at her in time to notice the feisty little smile she gives Tamra.
“Report this.” Vanna taunts her, putting up her middle finger as I pull her away. I can’t help but chuckle. Drunk Vanna has a hot little bitch streak in her.
I lead her away from the party, across the vast, manicured back yard towards the tree line. There are multiple large, old trees scattered about the property between the club house and the bordering forest. Old Weeping Willows, gnarly, ancient looking Oaks and Poplars. One old Oak in particular, looks like it will do nicely.
“Wow… Look at this beautiful tree!” Vanna says with enthusiastic admiration as I lead her up to it. She lets go of my hand to touch one of the thick, low limbs of the tree that grew in a slope almost touching the ground. “I don’t even think we could touch fingers if we both hugged it! This has to be hundreds of years old. It reminds me of the Angel Oak in South Carolina, and thatone is four hundred years old.” She turns to look at me, her back leaning up against the crook of the trunk and the large, low hanging branch. “Remember when you brought me to the fallen Oak on the river?”
It was after the first time she ran from me, and I convinced her to give me another chance. “Of course, I do.”
“You know where the best trees are.” She sighs, thoughtfully.
I can’t help but chuckle at her comment. Most chicks would have said something about the best restaurants, or somewhere else pertaining to dating life. Not my Vanna. No… I know where the best trees are.
“Gotta say, I love how much you love wood, doll.” I tease her. “Got some more for you, right here.”
She smirks at me, draping her arm across the large branch, she walks slowly, trailing her fingers along its bark as she follows the curve of the limb. “Maybe it’s a witchy thing.” She teases me with one of the terms I frequently use with her. “Trees have magical properties too, you know. Oaks in particular, are very potent in protection and prosperity spells. They say you can even carry an acorn to attract wisdom, strength, luck and fertility.” She suddenly stops talking, bringing her hand quickly to her mouth. Her brows scrunch together and pitch slightly upward. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ramble on like that...”
I take a deep breath of night air and let it out slowly. “Vanna, you never have to censor yourself around me. You don’t have to protect me from anything.” I say, remembering her reaction when her parents assumed we were getting married because I got her pregnant. The way she gripped and rubbed my arm, as if she expected the question to hurt me. It didn’t, because I don’t let my mind wander there… or it probably would.
She clears her throat, dropping her hands to fiddle with her fingers in front of herself. “How was the meeting?” she awkwardly asks, attempting to change the subject, in true Vanna fashion.
“Don’t. We didn’t come out here to talk about MC shit. My dick works just fine.”
“You’re right. Come here.” She says, ceasing her fidgeting and reaching her hand out to me now. I close the distance between us in three strides, my hands slipping around the small of her back, pulling her against me so she can feel for herself, just how well it works.
Draping her arms around my neck, she arches up, her mouth seeking mine, and I bend to meet her kiss. We make out for a while, our kiss driving my need to take her, higher. She leans back to grin at me.
“Now what was that dare about again?”
“I believe you dared me to fill this sexy mouth of yours.” I reply, lifting my finger to trace it lightly across her supple lower lip. “Do you have a preference as to what I fill it with? I am a gentleman, after all.”
She tucks her chin slightly, capturing my finger between her perfect white teeth, before her lips encircle it. I allow her to suck it deeper into her mouth, relishing the sensation of it. The tight, wet ring of her lips stirring my cock further. She moans as I twist my wrist, moving my finger back and forth slowly, savoring the feel of each stroke, but...
“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” I say, my erection growing rather uncomfortable inside my jeans.
She lets out a little laugh, pulling back from me and the night air feels even cooler on my now wet finger. “I love your hands.” She whispers seductively. “They’re so sexy. Had I known sooner, the secret talents of you mechanics…” she toys with my jealousy, arching up once again to wrap her arms around my neck, pulling me to meet her mouth for another ardent kiss.
“Don’t finish that fuckin’ sentence.” I growl, before I plunge my tongue inside the hot cavern of her mouth. The thought of her with anyone else, pisses me the fuck off.
Gripping her hips, I maneuver her back up against the massive tree trunk, pressing her against it. Her arms still wrapped around my neck, my body pinning her to the tree, I hook my thumbs into the waist band of her leather leggings and shove them down, just enough to get my hand inside her panties.
A little gasp escapes her at my roughness, but she continues to kiss me back with an eagerness of her own.
Grinding the heel of my palm against her clit, my fingers slip between her slickness, moving up and down on her, teasing entry with every sensual stroke. She lets out a prurient little moan into my mouth, and I shove my tongue deeper inside, tasting the sweet combination of Vanna and Whiskey.
“I really love your hands…” She whimpers, grinding herself against my touch. The desperation in her tone, painfully hardening my cock to full attention. I continue to play with her little pussy, cupping my other hand against her cheek. She twists her face to gently nip at my thumb, and I push it into her mouth. She moans as she sucks on it, my desire to be inside her reaching desperate heights.
“You’re making another part of my anatomy very jealous, Kitten.” I growl. She grips my cut and pulls me harder against her as I dip my fingers a little deeper inside her. Removing my thumb from her mouth, I shove my tongue back inside it, having my way with her intoxicating kiss as I fuck her with my fingers and thumb her clit.
She whimpers my name, the sound giving me a dizzying high as it swirls around my brain. Her hands drop between us to work at my belt, telling me how badly she wants me right now. The feeling is exhilarating and completely mutual. I slide my free hand up her chest, pressing my forearm against the cleavage of her beautiful breasts, and wrap my fingers loosely around the base of her throat. When she doesn’t seem to mind, I move my hand slightly higher, tightening my grip a little more. She leans forward, further into my grasp, pressing her mouth hungrily to mine again, and I can’t fight back my grin at her lack of reaction.
Maybe the alcohol is playing a part in lowering her guards, but I’d like to think, it’s also because she fully trusts me. That I can actually grip her throat, without triggering her. Though I’m not pushing my luck too much. I’m being gentle. I have no desire to choke Vanna, this is simply an exercise in trust and her limits. I’m pleased beyond measure, that we’ve passed this little test.
“Tell me how you want it, baby.” I whisper against her mouth. “Fast and hard?” She groans as I fuck her with my hand a bit harder, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to dominate our kiss once more. “Or slow and sensual?” Curling my finger inside her to gently stroke her g-spot, my thumb circles her little clit.
